The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1881-04-14
SIR HUBERTs WIFE

Il HuSuCQ WIN = gov VI hAA4~1eAOa -.
.he signifed her conss II TO Sir Hubert
ilyndon's PRAYER for her daush t- =
aand, .'beliers the. there % no one .
-ould more willingly trist w.t. idliat''
lappiness."
A deep breath Of relief escaped Sin
hubert, but h. face darkened and
.iouded over . lite N he sposs again.
cit shsll Lc ths object OF my life ~
;sroyo that your truft Is not undesery-
Il" he SAID. ..if Lillian accepts me-"
.-Ifr' Mrs. Trevor broke in. with :
light accent OF surprisc. why Dc
,ou doubt itPr
II hardly daro rope" ho answered.
SHE Is so y,unc-f am 80 muc, Lcr
senior-and ] have fanciei somstiincs
that 1t is selfish in me to wish to bind
our lives together. that"
s.Ahi why will you do yourself 90
auch injusticep" said Mrs. Trevor. In
errupting him once more. n little petu-
antly, for she could not understand his
scruples. s'She is but n child. certainly
with a child's heart-my little Lilianl
You need have no fear. Sir Hubert. She
loves you now. When you are her hus-
band, she will love you better"
SO spoke Mrs. Trevor. Lilian's moth
err, and she believed that she spoke for
her daughters good"
True, there had been a foolish ro-
nance connected with the summer just
past. A strolling artist had been struck
by the sweet fiower-face. and had asked
permission to transfer It 10 his canvas.
The foolish mother had consented. Shs
deemed Lillian indeed only q child.
Through long, sunshiny hours she ans
the artist had strolled together. or she
had sat patient while he had painte<
the Young, lovely face, until one day.
or rather just In that wonderful time
when day was not yet ended. and evening
has begun minglipg its shadows with
the fieeting sunbeams = little Lillian
listened with a fast beating heart, to q
story new and strange.
This artist loved her, and wished her
for his wife. She heard with the tim
idity OF tho timid fawn his passionn.s
expressions OF endearment. They
frightened ever while they filled her
soul with tumultuous Joy.
II will teach you 10 love mo, litue
one,v be had said. Come. will you
not go with me 10 your mother. that ]
NAV ask hcr to give o 70 mo-"
And shyly. with . srimson blush. sbS
had placed her little Tutoring hand In
his, and let him lead her whittier he
would.
She had hardly had time TO realize
her 10Y before It had ended; for her
mother had listened in frowning amaze.
The artist was poo He had but his art
and his ambition. What were both to
balance Lilian's dowerP
take courage, darling, and be T
- ,,.r he xnlfoporod In hta ahprf
leave-taking. II go to make the for
tune l have hitherto dcspised. but
which now l covet for your sweet sake.
me find you little Lillian"
And the child. amid her sobs, had
promised all he asked.
Yet now-now, when the little green
blades of grass were springing up, to
and the birds singing to each other
breath of spring heralded the coming
of another summer, her mothe had
come to her and snid:
II have found q lover for you Lillian.
He is good and rich. my child. See
10 il that you do not mention to him
last years folly"
n tbhtls taV "a - go
swercd. '.Oh. have you forgotten"
II have forgotten all. as must you.
You will obey me. and later you will
thank me-"
The young face grew very pale.
sis 1t not honorable that he should
know, mammal" Lillian had said.
He shall hear all that is necessary
from me-"
..He will not want me-" thought the
girl, .'wlicn he knows that i have no
love to give him.
And the color crcpt back to her cheek
ut the relief the thought brought re.
lief short lived; for that very evening
Sir Hubert Glyndon took in his own
warm. strong grasp her two little cold
hands. and. drawing hor to him, stoop'
cd and kissed her brow.
She looked up into his face. 1t wa,
not a handsome face. He was not
young lover. A full score Of years di'
vided him from his girl sweetheart; bul
1t was n good face-n true face-and In
it one could read the love no bore hcr.
At the mute. questioning. pitiful look
in her dark eyes. q pang had shot into
her honest heart, and it vas the mem
DRY Of this look which led him to hel
mother, who thus had answered him
.'Sho has loved no one elseP" he said
Mrs. Tremor smiled q little scornful
ly at the question.
"a moment since, l told you she wa
but n child. 1t is for you to waken heI
sleeping heart"
Her words and his own great Low,
chased away the last doubt.
He was very tender during the shor
space of time that elapsed before til,
wedding. Sometimes he would appeal
u little grieved that Lillian would shrinl
ever from his slightest caress. but b,
chided himself for it. Perhaps wher
she was his wife-his very own-sh,
would one day steal to his side, ant
hold up her sweet rosebud mouth. o
her own seeking, for his kiss.
Then he would tell her all that hi,
long fast had cost him-then and mol
until then.
Their wedding-day dawned clear and
bright. and no ray OF sunshine was re-
flected in the brides face.
81 obey you, mother" she said. whcu
they fastened the veil Of tulle. with the
wreath of orange blossoms on her head
IL obey you, mother, because yor
have taught me that to you / owe my
first duty, but l would rather you wers
dressing me for my coffin than for mi
bridalrS
The sad words struck with prophetic
knell on her mothers heart, but 1t wa,
too late TO draw back now.
She locked older than her bridegroom
rs they stood together at the altar. Hi,
joy had made him young; her grief had
aged her.
His patience had never tired, his ten.