Connecticut western news., 1885-02-04
"Dead r she whispered; "dead

| you were doctor Tell me, shall get to New YorkP''
 I hesitated to speak.
 "Do not be afraid to tell me-" she urged; "you look kind-hearted. If am dying, will you not see thnt the poor child is taken to her friends ?'
 'I will" answered gravely, taking out my notebook; ''tell me her name and address"
 "Her name is Lorna Fairthorne. Ton will have her taken to her brothers house. Mir. Graves. 527 - street. :"
 "I will do as you desire, said.
 Presently she said:
 "I must trust somebody. Somebody must tell her mother and brother. Ton have been kind. Will you hear the truth and tell them ?"
 "Yes,'' said again, seeing that the woman's agitation was shortening her little time on earth, "you may trust me to fulfill any request you may make"
 "They will know" she said-"Mrs. Graves will know who Lucius Fairthorne is! Lorna, my poor darling, loved him nearly year ago, but her brother knew him for bad man, villain as he was, and forbade him the house. But Miss Lorna worshiped him. He was pic ture of man to look at, sir, he was in- deed Well, she fretted so I could not -bear to see her, and carried the letters for the both of them, like wicked, foolish woman, can see now But 1t was all for love of the child I nursed."
 She broke down, sobbing, but re- gained her composure after a moment.
 "The letters made Ill the preparations for a runaway match, sir, though never guessed that, and Mir Fairthorne knew that when Miss Lorna came of age neither mother nor brother could keep her out of the money her father left her. So he persuaded her to run away, and when found she would go, ran away too. She was never strong, sir, and l had nursed her all her life. Mir. Fair thorne was none too we'll pleased to see me in the carriage that took Miss Lorna to Central Park to meet him, but he let me stay with her. So we all went | to Boston. He wanted to write to Mir. Graves and demand his wife's money at once, but she coaxed him to wait, telling him it was tied up until she was twenty one, and that won't be till Christmas week, sir. She'll never claim it." r
 "Early in June She was not married 9 week before her husband began to be careless of her. But the worst came before they were month married, when he was arrested for forgery and at- tempt to murder, that took place more than year ago. Then we knew his name was not Fairthorne, but Blake, and he had been taking the name of friend who was in Europe. It is all in tangle in my poor old head, sir, but the police carried him of.
 "Well, sir, all this time MT. Graves was putting notices in the paper, with out names right out, but we knew who was meant, begging his sister to come home, or write and tell them where she was. She meant to write, until the dis grace came. Then she would not But he'clung to her husband. Every day she went to the prison and sat with him for hours, and he seemed to soften and feel sorry for all that he had done, when she was with him. Every night she cried herself to sleep in my arms. She was grieving herself to death, and those who would have come to comfort her did not know her sorrow.
 1T cannot tell you about the law part of the trouble, sir, for had my hands full in court, watching the child. But the end was, they sentenced Luoius Blake to twenty years in the State Prison. He was taken there this morn. ing, and was taking his wife home. If I had waited she would not have gone there, disgraced and worse than widowed. But she was stunned like, and did what. ever I said.'
 "And have her mother and brother known nothing of her marriage?"
 "Not word, sir You will find hel marriage certificate in her pocketbook and Q picture of her husband in tht locket on her neck. You had better takt them now. Tell her mother never lief her, and would have brought her home But her Heavenly Father knows best You started when I thanked Him tha she was dead Is it not best SO? Thinl of twenty years of misery, watching an(
 waiting, sorrowing and weeping. Bet ter she's gone, poor lamb, than living tt die by inches" "But the law would free her from he husband,'' said.
 l ''No law would take the love out o , her heart, sir. Bad as he was, 8 forger
 That's 4he strange part of life, sir, hoy r pure, good woman will cling to bad 8 man. But they do, they do. Gan yor
 lift me little, sir. 50 can SC @ her?' complied, lifting her tenderly, sc !, that she could rest upon my arm, ant see the face death had left unscarret and peaceful.
 "It is long since she rested so quietly, theold woman said solemnly; "sleep wa 2 only living all her trouble over i dreams. Who would wish to wakel ? her ?"
 "Poor child P I said softly. "sh sleeps quietly now"
 ''In perfect peace She will no | waken to weep and moan. Put m down, please. can rest, too, befor e the time when you carry us both homo
 Will this dreadful pain last long, sir ? It "Not long," said.
 I returned to the wreck outside