Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-05-15

been reputable wives and mothers, were
fed. clothed and lodged in these build
ings-the funds for the purpose having
been bequeathed by certain pious Lady
Armytage, long dead.
To this row of buildings the two
country folk made their way, and the
boycried out with somethingvery like ter
ror when he saw the houses Of his dream,
and on one low door the number ten
that he had read in those very white let
tiers. He knocked at it with trembling
hand. and an old woman in black silk
cap, purple gown and little black
shawl, opened it at once. She made
courtesy such as humble Englishwomen
give their superiors, and said:
"What can I do for you, ma am ?"
And the boy staggered back against the
door-post, too faint to speak but Mrs.
Cartwright walked bravely into the poor
little apartment.
"Dame," she said, "we've come a
long way to ask you little question.
Have you the other half Of bit of a
buckle like this ?"
The old woman looked at her mo-
ment and answered:
CT have, ma'am, and parcel, too,
for one that shows it to me. Sit down
and I'll tell you about it. %
Mrs. Cartwright seated herself; the
boy drew near. The old woman went
to a chest which stood in recess, I'M
locked it, and took thence a parcel, well
tied up.
"There's two of us in this home al
ways, ma'am," she said. "The last one
died here. She was an old nurse-wom-
an-Hannah Glegg she called herself
and, in her last illness, she was greatly
put about by something that was on her
conscience. Before she died she gave
me card, with name and place on it.
and this parcel. When I'm dead, she
said, mot before, write to that place and
say eff you want the other half Of
the buckle. come to me- When any
one comes, if they show you half of a
silver buckle, give them this parcel.
sIt's all she said, ma'am. She died
very soon. Of course I was upset, and,
when all was over, I found that, though
I had the parcel safe, had not the
card that was gone. I've been think
ing to go to the minister and show the
parcel to him, for it's full Of writing,
and there's a bit of a buckle in it. too.
But it seems some one must have told
you about it. 1 think. it's yours by
right, and should give it over"
The farmers wife was wise enough to
keep her own counsel. She gave gift
to the old woman that made her feel her
self paid for any trouble she had had,
and took the parcel away with her. AT
the hotel where they stopped for the
night the two anxious travellers read the
paper it contained. It was to this
effect:
I, Martha Grey, who have been living in the
City of London for ten years or more, under
the name of Hannah Glegg, do hereby swear
and affirm that sixteen years ago, being then
employed as nurse for my Lady Marlowe, OF
Marlowe Hall, shire, I was desirous of pun
ishing Lord Marlowe for triAing with the affec-
tons of my niece, Kate Grey, who died, as
know, of broken heart, because Of his Lord.
ships fickleness he had no mind to marry
poor, ignorant girl, but only to make love tc
her-and being nurse to my Lady Marlowe,
one night contrived to steal the child and leave
the place with it unseen and, taking a boat,
rowed, with my own hands, stopped near the
house of one Robin Cartwright farmer, and
laid the child at his door, and then departed as
1 came. knowing well that it would be believed
that the mother who had left her child ha6
drowned herself Since this I have changed
my name and lived unsupported but, being il
dread of death, I now make confession, lest
be punished for the deed in the world to which
1 am going. The half of the buckle, which il
in this parcel. will mate that which Ihung about
the child's neck, and my Lady Marlowe vii
know it well, since it is a family heirloom.
/ This statement swear is true I make it OF
my death-bed. MARTHA GREY.
OF course the poor boy, who had beer
led SO far by this strange dream, lost Nc
time in going to - shire, still cared fol
by good Mrs. Cartwright.
They found Marlowe Castle easily
and on entering it the boys visions
again came into the story, for the one
eyed footman opened the door for them
Ali was familiar to the young fellow
The stairway, the passages, the yellow
satin drawing room had seen then
all in his dreams. de had no doub
whatever that he stood in his father
home, or that his mother would prove tc
be the lady of the black robes and dia-
monds who had seemed so beautiful to
him.
And this in fact was actually the case
the grief which the Marlowes had suf
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