The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1888-12-12
ALoYAL SISTER.

Never mind, Clare ; we can get along
without the money. have the little for
tune that my dear old godmother left me
and IN take care Of baby and the baby's
mother too. Put the cruel old womans
wicked viii right out ofyour mind ~; ahd
Margie Desmond laid her soft cheek
lovingly against that OF her widowed
sister.
There was q strikidg resemblance be-
tween the two, though the widows cap
which hid Clare's shining hair was hard
Is whittier than her face, and Margie's
rich color riyaled the red. red rose !:
and tears had washed the happy light
out Of the young mothers great, sorrow-
ful eyes, while her sisters seemed to have
caught and imprisoned the sunshine
itself.
Clare turned and looked at Margie re-
proaehfally.
Please, dear, do not speak q Lioners
mother 50 bitterly lie loved iaer, and
viii forgive, and try to think kindly OF
her for my dead husbands sake.r
sIargie stiaed an impatient answer.
Angry as she was, the sight Of that pa
tient young face disarmed her. Before
she had tine to reply servant came
intot room with a card. As Mrs. Wind
ham took it from her, she said
" ] told him twasn't no Use to take it
up. Yoa wouldn't see him if be we're
Queen Victoria herself. But all the same
he made me bring it.
Nargie- face dinpled with merriment
q. the girls confusion Of genders. and she
said, with mock impressiveness
Make haste, sister mine, and see if
this inperious stranger is to be received.
Is he to be ushered into the augus; pres
ence or not2r
AIrs. Wyndham lad taken the card
and glanced at it, at first listlessly out
as she read the words Pencilei under
meath the name, she reused into sudden
interest.
Bring him here at once, Nora. You
viii please remain, Marger
As Nora Withdrew Clare turned TO her
sister. who stood silently wondering at
the dignity which had sosuddenly taken
the place Of her usual sweet graciousness
Of manner. There was, however, no time
for explanation, for the gentleman was
shown into the roola almost Immediate
T.
Clare rose as he entered, and bowed
coldly and gravely but he came forward
and held out his hand
Il am your husbands nearest living
relative may not claim to be so re-
ceived By you when I can truly say that
my sorrow Il his loss is only second to
your own
Thewords had in them ring of true
sympathy, as they were uttered in a
deep. earnest tone, that went straight to
the Young widows heart Tears filed
her eres as she laid her trembling little
hand for a moment IN his. Then she
turned to Margie-
This is nv sister. Mr.. Kincaid.7
As Margie bowed, her eyes involunta-
rily flashed their wonder up into the dark
face turned fora moment with itsstrange-
iy winning expression, toward her This,
then, was the heir to the Wyndham
property which by right should have
been LEFT 10 Clare's little girl but which,
instead, BY old Mrs. Wyndham's viii,
had fallen to this, the nearest male rela-
tive. Lionels mother had been an &c
centric woman, if, indeed, her pecuiiari-
ties could be called by any title bu; that
Of insanity where certain subjects were
concerned. Among her pecuhsrities was
an unbounded contempt for the weaker
sex. No female should inherit cent Of
the property which she heldin her right,
she had declared emphaficsslly again and
again and her will had carried out her
views She had ignored her sons mar
riage until she learned that his young
wiie Was to become neither. Then she
sent for her and told her that her ex-
pected heiF vas to inherit her property if
it should prove son ifnoi, the first boy
born to them should have it, as on no
account should girl handle penny Of
her money.
For her husbands sake Clare forehore
any remark upon the injustice Of this de
eisicn and, in truth, as her Lionel
was young and strong, and fully able
to battle With the world in behalf ofhim-
self aud family, the thought ofthe Wynd-
ham boards troubled her but little. But
in one short year all hai changed. Her
husbands bright young life had gone
down with the stannch ship which had
sailed from port 50 proudly but Jew
weeks before. Her ehild-her precious
baby--was not the bov 50 ardensly hop