Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1883-12-27
HIS BROTHERS. WIDOW.

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"But, Fred, it is impossibler' cried
Guyon Martindale, with a troubled
countenance.
at is not possible said his younger
brother, irritably, ''but it is true /
was married to her in last February. OF
course, during our mothers lifetime 1
preserved the secret religiously. She
wanted me to marry Hilda Bonnair
How could tell her that had already
welded penniless girl, without lineage
or social standingp But my mother is
dead, and feel that l shall not be long
in following her.
''Do not be respondent, Fred. The
doctor says that
''Oh, hang the doctor, with his SOL
emn face and his six-syllabled phrasesr
impatiently interrupted Martindale. II
tell you am dying, and / want you to
go to Cedar Glove and bring Cora here"
'Of course, if it will relieve your
mind,n said Guyon Martlndale, slowly.
''And lose no time" added his
brother. my poor little Coral never
should have left her there by herself. 1
should have risked everything for her
sake, as she risked everything for mine"
"What sort of girl is she, Fredp"
"A jeweln' feverishly answered the
sick man, as he tossed to and fro on his
pillow.
"A girl with a heart of gold, and the
beauty of a Hebe! Stop a minutei
have the address here in my pocket
! book. 1t is a farmhouse on the Cat
skill ROAD weary journey; but you
won't mind it, for my sake, Guy. And
be sure that you break it to her gently.
Poor Cora--poo little thing! 1t will be
dreadful shock to her,
SO Captain Guyon Martindale left
his brother to the care of his trained
valet and the hired nurse who had been
brought from Philadelphia, and travel
ed up into the Catskills in search of his
brothers unknown wife.
Erred was always creature of I'M
pulse" he told himself. LED by the
first pair of bright eyes that came in
his way. And either this woman is a
man9uvering, or a silly, simpering
doll. 1t is pity that such complies
ton should develop itself just now"
Cedar Glove was wild, wooded
gorge, reached only by winding. cir
cutous road. The Carson farmhouse
stood on plateau of land surrounded
by pines and birches. An old negress
opened the door to him.
"M'ss Cora? She's done gone outen
de farm-yard,' said Classy, carter de
red calf. Stonishing how often dat calf
gifts into de vegetable garding! If marse
wants to see Miss Cora, he'd better go
to de farm-yard."
And she closed the door in his face,
as if that were the end of the matter
The voice of sweet, girlish laughter
at the back of the house served as
guide to our bewildered hero, and here
in the farm-yard he found the farmers
daughter, tying up big-eyed young
Alderney.
You're dreadful rogue, Sweetier'
said she, shaking her pretty brown
finger at the resisting calf; ''but you'll
not cheat me again-no, never again.
Captain Martindale stood still and
looked at the 1.-THE, graceful figure, in
its worn calico-gown, the blooming
young face half-hidden by the wide
brimmed sun-bonnet, with q thrill of
mingled admiration and disgust.
Yes, she was as beautiful as Peri
there could be no question about that.
But her course boots, her sunburned
hands! The idea of Fred Martindale's
wife in single combat with red Alder
ney cali!
Captain Guyon's fastidous soul re-
volted from all this. And in the same
moment, Cora Carson turned and saw
him.
He advanced toward her.
You are Mrs. Frederick Matindaleo'
he asked.
She colored wildly.
sThen,n she cried, .you know it all?
But cannot tell who are"
II am your husbands brother" said
he, coldly.
Captain Guyon Martindale?'
She held out her hand, but he did not
take it.
1.-The same. And l have come to es-
cort you to your husband he added,
the sentiment of antipathy to grow
stronger and more stronger as he spoke
on. s'He is ill, and desires to have you
with him. And you will oblige me by
making every preparation as promptly
as possible"
Cora looked at HIM, the color varying
/ III ntI CHttho IlhO WHltO-duu-lCu Ddil-
ners.
Isis he deadpn she saltered.
"No," Captain Martindale answered,
shortly. What very foolish question
to askr'
Eyes, dare say am very foolish,
said Cora, clinging to the fence, and
quite needless of the pet Attorney,
which was seeking in her pocket for APP
Piles. "But-but it was so sudden.
Yes, will go with you"
So Captain Msrtindale took this
lonely, uncultured sister-in-law of his to
her husbands death-bed
s'She must have lived all her life in
these wildernessesr' he thought. .'Her
| gloves don't fit. her boots were outland-
ishly shaped. and the cut of her gown is
something positively pre-Raphaelite!
She might be pretty if she was decently
dressed; but as it is, | can only wonder
how on earth Fred. ever fancied herri
Poor little Cora! She was only seven
teen. She had never been out of the Cats
kills until now. Frederic Martindale
/ had fallen in love with her, and. stung
by the rivalry of some rustic swain, had
married her while on hunting excur-
sion in the mountains, and she scarcely
knew how to comport herself IN these
changed circumstances. And when at
last Fred. died--the third day after her
arrival at Cape May-she felt herself
ship-wrecked on the shore of the great