The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-06-12


cneeks, and laughing roguishly out of the eve
as blue as tbs fax-fower BLOSSOM
agnes fastened with her nav found traas-
haunt 40 nuSOanus iaVorlN
enc held up the picture toward him.
See what have foundl What a shame for
sGcna beautiful face to be hid away In q place
when Is 50 seldom visited"
mr.. Durant glanced up with a preoccnpia3
LOOK, put as his eye rested on the picture. with
: s1aaen darkening Of his usually calm face,
anu WIFE a lowering brow, he caught it from
agnes and threw it across the room
z seeing by his wife's pallor that he had
sssIued her, he Gained hiE.self by a supreme
enoFt and said: TT is through your igno.
Iance OF my past Agnes, that you have given
me such a wound. That picture represents nv
laughter Grace. Her very existence cost the
me OF her falr young mother, and when at last
4 Iorgave her hatdebt, and gave her the warm.
est place In my benumbed heart, she deserted
me Tor a stranger, and again I was desolata
one proved an migrate. Never mention her to
ms aSaln, Agnes. 1 have to depend upon
me-" u0apPoni
Agnes stood for an instant in mute surprise,
longing put not daring to plead for forgiveness
I,or the discarded child Of whose existence she
mad now heard for the first time
IL seemed 80 cruel for her to be ENJOYING
me beautiful home of her noble-hearted
husband, while his daughter was an exile from
it
But Agnes had the rare gift of patience. So
sne said nothing until she could see the way
Clear net 70 iajure the cause OF the absent one.
put from the ina when her husband first
disclosed to her the carefully guarded secret
az ms heart, she determined to eventually of.
feet a reconciliation.
by inquiries she learned the whole bitter
truth. Grace Durant had fallen in love with
the son of Mr.. Durants bitter enemy, and
hopeless OF gaining her fathers consent 10
their marriage, had yielded to the entreaties OF
the young lover and had made a clandestine
match with him. He had lived but q few
years, and then had left his darling to battle
with the world, and to try and wrest a living
from it for herself and her boy baby.
Surely Agnes had something to work upon.
Who could resist the thought of a little
grandson.
Again she went to her husband with a like.
mess; but this time of a dimpled, dark-eyed
boy
He received it from her carelessiy: looked al
1t first in a listless "Who is this?"
The young wife trembled, but she answered
brayely, sit is your grands IN and name child.
His father is dead, and his mother, your only
daughter, is supporting herself by giving mu.
sic lessons. Oh, my husband, if you love me
forgive and forget the past Take your dear
ones into your heart and nome"
Mr.. Durant looked at the fair young pleader
curiously; a suspicious moisture dimmed for
an instant the brightness of his dark eyes.
Then he said slowly, @Do you know what
your integcession will cost you-that is, if |
accede to your request? Agnes, think well OF
what you are doing. My will is made and it is
in your favor"
"Burn IT.! 1t is unjustl Here is your right
full heir" and Agnes pointed to the blooming
childish face with an earnest b~eseeching gest-
ure.
"You are q good little thing, Agnes. lam
not deceived in you. / read it in your face
when / first saw you Be it as you say. ]
have enough for all"
Thus Agnes made peace between the father
and daughter, and when the sweet gift of q
young soul clad in mortal guise came to her
own arms q few months later, he was received
with q jog which was not dimmed by the feel
ing that her own little son was an ~interloper-
taking the inheritance from the rightful heir
and the blessing which is promised to al
'peacemakers' descended upon the happy
home, making il like a foretaste Of heaven tC
live within its boundaries. For all was har,
mony and love.