Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1883-10-31


the face he knew so we'll.
els that lady my mamma p whis-
pered Ailsie.
| Hush" he answered softly, then
; under his breath; "time will tell if she
! is indeed your mother" Lifting his hat
| respectfully, he said:
81 have come to crave q few moments
corporation with you, madam, in be-
| half of this child.''
Something in his tone touched chord
in her breast that vibrated painfully.
She looked earnestly from one to the
! other, then, with sudden effort. recov-
cred her calmness, and said:
Estate the nature of your errand.
SIR"
He had fancled himself fully prepared
tor this interview; but finding himself
face to face with the woman he had
never ceased to love, his courage failed
him, and the man who had been knocked
around the world for years, whose wealth
had made him powerful and self-assert-
ing, grew as embarrassed as a school,
girl. The fine speeches be had meant
to utter were forgotten. Drawing Ailsie
to his side, he blurted out almost saw
agely:
this child is?''
Pale with emotion, she cried:
"Tell me, Miles Carlyle! tell me
quickly-is it my lost baby ?" Reaching
out her hands she swayed for moment,
and would have fallen had he not caught
her in his arms. When she opened her
eyes again Ailsie was bending over her.
care you better, mammal" she in.
quired, stroking her mothers pale
cheek.
ut is true then-are you indeed my
lost darling?" murmured Lady Den
beigh, family
Yes, mamma, and am going to love
you dearly to make up for the time we
have not known each other"
Some hours elapsed before LADY Den
beigh was sufficiently composed to listen
to recital OF the events that had trans
PRED since Ailsie's abduction. Then
Miles told her how he had gone west
with the baby, where, he finally obtain
ed employment, and from that time for
ward had been what the world terms a
successful man. How while amassing
wealth he had striven to cultivate his
mind. He was now q rich man. The
few relatives he had left in his old home
were dead, and in the event of his demise
Ailsie would be entirely alone.
His chief reason for seeking Lady Den
beigh was to entreat her to receive the
child, and bestow upon her a mothers
loving care. He would settle upon her
sum sufficient for all her wants. so
that in pecuniary sense she would not
be burden.
Lady Denbeigh gladly agreed to all
his plans for the girls future. Ailsie
was to stay at the hall, and Miles would
remain in the village, seeing her every
day until she grew accustomed to her
new life.
At first Lady Denbeigh maintained a
dign,fed reserve before him, but on the
eve of his departure for London she con.
fessed that when she had realized what
efforts he had made to secure her happi-
ness, she had bitterly regretted desert
ing him, and had written craving his
forgiveness. For years detectives had
searched for the child. Although legally
separated from him, she had kept his
image enshrined in her heart, and not
until convinced he was dead did she, at
the urgent solicitation of her family, con-
sent to marry Lord Denbeigh.
II scarcely blamed you for returning
to the life of luxury and refinement from
which had taken you," he admitted.
"And as years went by saw more dis
tinctly the social gulf which divided us.
and realized more fully the wrong I had
committed. When I heard you were
married to one of your own rank 1 re.
joiced for your sake, even when &C
knowledging to myself that you were
lost to me forever"
His tone was infinitely sad. He bowed
his head for moment, and seemed lost
in gloomy reflections.
Ibid you never meet any one-I
mean"
he looked up-their eyes met.
heart? No."
"Oh, Miles. forgive me-forgive
metz
Pride, reserve were cast aside, and she
lay sobbing in his arms.
A week later Hon. Mrs. Featherstone
read in the London Times:
" Married, Denbeigh, July 10th, Miles
Carlye to Lady Caroline, widow of the
late Lord Denbeigh."
"Carrie always did have low tastes.
suppose this is the same creature she
eloped with before, and I am glad her
poor father is not living to hear of this
new disgrace;" was her angry comment.