The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1881-05-19

TWENTY four old women, who had
been reputable wives and mothers, were
ted. clothed and lodged in these build
ings-the funds for the purpose having
been bequcathed by certain pious Lady
Armytage, long dead.
To this row Of buildings the two
country folk made their way, and the
boy cried out with somethingveryli liketer-
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
ters. He knocked at it with trembling
hand. and an old woman in q black silk
cap, purple gown and a little black
shawl, opened it at once. She made a
courtesy such as humble Englishwomen
give their superiors, and said:
"What can I do for you, ma'am p
And the boy staggered back against the
door-post, too faint to speak but Mrs.
Cartwright walked bravely into the poor
little apartment.
"Dame," abe 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 a mo.
ment and answered:
Il have, ma'am, and 4 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 q recess, un-
locked it, and took thence 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
out 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 Tn dead, she
said, mot before, write to that place and
say: "H you want tie 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
cts all she said, ma'am. She died
very soon. Of course was upset, and,
when all was over, found that, though
1 had the parcel safe, I 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 q bit Of buckle in it. too.
But it seems some one must have told
you about it. 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, was desirous Of pun.
ishing Lord Marlowe for triding with the affec-
tions Of my niece, Kate Grey, who died, as l
! know, OF broken heart, because Of his Lord.
ships fckleness he had no mind to marry
poor, ignorant girl, but only to make love to
: her-and being nurse to my Lady Marlowe, ]
one night contrived to steal the child aud leave
the place with it unseen and, taking 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 Al
came. knowing well that it would be believed
that the mother who had left her child had
drowned herself Since this have changed
my name and lived unsuspected but, being il
dread OF death, I now make confession, lest ]
be punished for the deed in the world to which
am going. The half Of the buckle, which i,
in this parcel, will mate that which hung about
the childs neck, and my Lady Marlowe vii
know It well, since it il family heirloom
This statement swear is true make it OF
my death-bed. MARTHA GREY.
Of course the poor boy, who had beer
led so far by this strange dream, lost M
time in going to shire, still cared fo1
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
All was familiar to the young fellow;
The stairway, the passages, the yellow
satin drawing room he had seen then
all in his dreams. He had no doub1
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 tu
him.
And this in fact was actually the case
the grief which the Marlowes had suf
fered for years on account of the strangI
disappearance Of their child being vel
known by all the county. The lette
and the clasp proved his identity, ant
the servant boy became the heir to
fortune and title, and found parenta
love and tenderness at last. The stor,
WAS not universally known, but it i
carefully recorded in the private diar,
OF Dennis Archer, then Vicar of Mar
lowe Church, who AYERS his belief in it
truth.
Can Consumption be Cared ?
Read what Mr. William C. Diggcs, a MGR
chant OF Bowling Green, Va, writes unde
date OF April 18th, 1881. He says: l tirnl!
believe that Aliens Lang Balsan. will and hal
cured consumption if taken in time and prop
care be taken Of the patient, both in suitable
food and clothing. Six years ago my mother
was attacked with pneumonia. The attending
physician, "some time after" told me that tll'