Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1881-06-04

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infallible system of solution which she
had revealed to her daughter, Mrs.
Eyrecourt solved the mystery of the
priests conduct without a moments
hesitation. Lord Loring's check, in
Father Benwell's pocket, representing
such liberal subscription that my lord
was reluctant to mention it to my lady
there was the reading of the riddle,
as plain as the sun at MONDAY. Would
it be desirable to enlighten Stella? Mrs.
Eyrecourt decided in the negative. As
Roman Catholics and as old friends OF
Romayne, the Loring's naturally re-
joiced in his conversion. But as old
friends also of Romayne's wife, they
were bound not to express their senti.
ments too openly. Feeling that any
discussion of the priests motives
would probably lead to the delicate
subject of the conversion Mrs. Eyre
court prudently determined to let the
matter drop. AS consequence of this
decision Stella was left without the
slightest warning of the catastrophe
which was now close at hand.
Mrs. Eyrecourt joined Stella at the
window.
"Well, my dear, is it clearing up!
Shall we take drive before luncheon /?
eff you like, mamma"
She turned to her mother as she an.
swered. The light of the clearing sky,
at once soft and penetrating, fell full
on her. Mrs. Eyrecourt, looking at hei
as usual, suddenly became serious; she
studied her daughters face with an
eager and attentive scrutiny.
"Do you see any extraordinary
change in me ?" Stella asked, with
faint smile.
Instead of answering, Mrs. Eyrecourt
put her arm round Stella with loving
gentleness, entirely at variance with
any ordinary expression of her charac.
ter. The worldly mothers eyes rested
with lingering tenderness on the
daughters face.
"Stella" she said softly, and stopped
at loss for words for the first time in
her life.
After while she began again.
eyes; I see change in you, she
whispered; "an interesting change
which tells me something. Can you
guess what it is ?"
Stella's color rose brightly and faded
again. She laid her head in silence on
her mothers bosom. Worldly, frivol.
Gus, self-interested, Mrs. Eyrecourt's
nature was the nature of woman, and
the one great trial and triumph of a
woman's life, appealing to her as trial
and triumph soon to come to her own
child, touched fibers under the hardened
surface of her heart, which were still
unprofaned.
"My poor darling" she said, shave
you told the good news to your hus-
band ?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"He doesn't care now for anything
that can tell him."
Nonsense, Stella You may win
him back to you by word-and do you
hesitate to say the wordp I shall tell
him r.
Stella suddenly drew herself away
from her mothers caressing arm.
eff you do," she cried, "no words
can say how inconsiderate and how
cruel I shall think you. Promise, on
your word of honor, promise you will
leave it to me!'
"Will you tell him yourself if I leave
it to you?"
"Yes-at my own time. Promise r
"Hush, hush; don't excite yourself,
my love; I promise. Give me kiss.
| declare / am agitated myself" she
exclaimed, falling back into her custo-
mary manner. "Such shock to my
vanity, Stella-the prospect of becom,
ing grandmother 1 really must ring
for Matilda, and take few drops of led
lavender. Be advised by me, my poor
dear, and we will turn the priest out Of
the house yet. When Romayne comes
back from his ridiculous retreat-after
his fasting and faggellation, and heav-
en- knows what besides-then bring him
to his senses; then is the time to tell
him. Will you think of it?"
eyes; will think of it,"
"And one word more before Matilda
comes in. Remember the vast import
ance of having a male heir to vange
Abbey. On these occasions you may
practice with perfect impunity on the
ignorance of the men. Tell him you're
sure it's going TO be boyp
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