The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1883-06-07

Ity, but indeed Sne 1elt Ifle necessity OF
the occupation afforded her by this good
action, to fill the void left in her heart
by the first great grief of her life.
Clare Rainsford was an orphan, her
parents having died when she was at an
early age She spent year alternately
at her paternal uncle, Mr.. Rainsford' 8
old home in Chestnut Hill, and at her
maternal uncle, Mr.. Dickson's farm in
Buckinghamshire.
At Chestnut Hill she had met Philip
Everett, and after short courtship, ac-
cepted him as her lover. No girl was
happier than Clare. She loved Philip
with the whole strength of her strong
heart, and she knew that she was be-
loved by him.
In the midst of her Joy she received a
letter from her lovers mother forbid
ding the engagement, and charging her,
if she loved Philip unselfishly, to break
it; otherwise she would destroy his pros
poets in life, for his mother would disin-
herit him and his friends forsake him.
Glare could bring her husband abso-
lutely nothing but her worth and beauty,
for both her uncles were in Strengthened
circums stances, while Philip moved in the
highest and wealthiest circles.
She sent the letter and engagements
ring to him, and immediately went to
Uncle Dickson's, charging her Uncle
Rainsford to reveal to no one the place
of her retreat
The care of the sick woman, and the
consciousness of having done good ac
ton, often relieved her young heart; but
the wound remained in it.
After awhile the invalid recovered so
far that she could sit in a chair in her
room.
She merely said that she had met with
an accident to the head some months be-
fore, which affected her intellect. She
had vague recollection of having wand
cred far and long from her home.
She had Just confided these facts to
Clare, but as little talking exhausted
or where she lived.
She had become extraordinarily at
tached to Clare, and would lie back on
the pillows of her easy-chair, regarding
her with fixed look of love and graft
tude.
AS she now sank into a doze, Clare
noiselessly left the room and went out
for a walk.
Half an hour later, handsome young
gentleman, mounted on a fine horse,
stopped at the gate, and dismounting,
tied the animal TO post. He then walk
ed quickly up the path and marched in
to the room where Aunt Martha was
dusting the furniture.
Miss Dickson?" taking off his hat.
ssIm Miss Dickson" said that lady.
"Well, madam, about month ago,
my mother, who had become somewhat
deranged from an accident to her head,
wandered away from home. All this
time we have been unable to find her;
but had traced her TO this neighbor-
hood, and but an hour ago learned that
you had charitably given shelter to one
who seems to answer her description.
For Haavon's s sake, madam zen uIet we
are all nearly crazy about it. "
He was very agitated, and spoke most
eagerly indeed, with tears in his eyes.
Aunt Martha dropped the duster and
said,-
sWhen this old woman came, all torn
with travel and all over mud, says this
is a tramp; and I do be down on tramps,
young man. Sol won't deny it-I told
the poor, sick old soul to be off out of
the place, as l suppose others did before
me. But my neice, Glare, how she did
flare up, and wouldn't let her go. And
| thank Heaven she didn't 60, for she
was near deaths door. Ididn't mean it
hard, young man; but tramps is my
abomination. Well, my neice Clare she
says, This amt no tramp auntn and she
hung on to the poor old woman and
pursed her, and kept death away from
her, and did as much as if she was her
child. Now you come up stairs, but
don't make no noise. You see, we in
tended to ask her name and where she
came from, this very day. If it is your
mother don't give her no shock, and
creep up easy. Laws how you're trem-
blingr"
He was trembling, indeed, with love
and fear. He pictured his mother, hag-
gard, white, weak, merely paroled for
8 time bv death, before he made her
prisoner for aye.
He stood in the doorway; and prop
ped up by pillows in the big armchair by
the window sat his mother-pale, indeed,
utcountry air and wholesome food, and
above all, devoted nursing, had called
back into her face an Repression she had
wanted before she wandered away. 1t
was plain to her sons loving eyes that
she was on the high road to complete re-
covery.
At the moment, she opened her eyes,
and mother and son gazed on each other;
then, with a cry of love and JOY, the son
was kneeling beside the ehair of the
mother whom he had almost worship
ped all his life.
Miss Dickson waited for some few
minutes, to be on hand if the old lady
tainted; but she did nothing of the sort.
She cried over her son, and called him
by name again and again. Then Aunt
Martha slipped downstairs, and out in
to the garden.
Meanwhile mother and son had hap
py conversation. She seemed to gather
new energy as she spoke. She told him
all the devoted attention she had receiv-
ed from her nurse. She praised he1
kindness, her goodness, her beauty.
The keen old eyes had even detected
that she was unhappy, and, oh, how she
had longed to comfort her! She had
only heard her called Clare, and, OF
course. believed her name was Dickson.
How could she repay this angel? On,
how she loved her!
My son, she said. .'if / could have
such daughter for life! If YOU could
only forget your foolish passion for that
girl have never seen. and try to love
my Clare, and try TO make her love you,
how happy | should be!'
But her son shook his head.
Mother, the name brings up the pure,
beautiful face of niy Clare, whom have
lost. can never love anyone else, and
| fear shall never see her again
A step came quickly but softly up the
stairs, and turning round, as the door
opened, the mother saw her Clare, and
the son his, standing in the doorway,
gazing on them with strange look of
JOY and fear.
But the next moment, ''Clarem
Phillip rang out in tones that only
lovers can use, and the two were locked
in each Others arms, while into old Mrs.
Everett's face amazement, and then Joy