The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1888-12-08
Lost Lima,
Or
THE BITTER AND THE SWEET.
4 Tale Of Two Continents.
BY MRS. NINA LAWSON.
CHApTER NIX.

Finally the day arrived when Lenora
was to be dressed, and would be al
lowed to walk to Mrs. Bristol's private
parlor, and sit up for while. She
was then to go to her own room and
have a maid to be with her all the time.
A soft, rich, delicate, pink wrapper,
with sIlken hose and little pink satin
slippers, was waiting for Lenora when
she was ready to be dressed. All, how
lovely she looked, as Mrs Bristol led
her into her own parior and seated her
in soft, blue plush chair, by the
glowing fire in the crate.
1t tired the little patient very much,
and she sank among the soft cushions,
with little sigh of relief; her loving
nurse heard the sigh, and soft, warm
kiss was pressed ON the snow-white
forehead in response.
you seem so loving and kind, just
like | always think that my mamma
would have been. Have you daugh-
teri"
NO, dear; but what makes you ask
that question? Have YOU no parents?"
Lenora turned her great, beautiful
eyes, now dim with tears, toward her
friend and then in a soft, trembling
voice she said
No; | have no parents, no home, nu
friends, and | do not know where to q.
/ have so longed for mother, and have
wished every day of my life that my
mamma had not died; perhaps | should
not have been 50 lonely and poor This
ring is all | have to remember her by !"
MY poor, poor little dear And you
have no home, no friends. What was
that gentleman to you that you seemed
to fear so; was he your husband?"
Before Mrs. Bristol had ceased speak
ing every particle of color had lett
Lenora's face, and she was compelled
TO gasp for breath
The loving nurse noticed the eff Ct
of her words, and felt sorry that she
had said anything about it.
No, my dear friend, he was not my
husband, but said that he loved me and
wanted me to be his wife. / did not
think that he spoke the truth, and
something seemed to tell me that he
was my worst enemy, and that there
was a great mystery about the whole
affair. Ohl how / loathed his very
presence, and now [ believe that if he
had ever touched my hand, it would
have killed me. 1t all gives me such
pain that | would rather die than t.
call the past.
Lenora's wholelIbody shook as if she
We're standing out in the piercing winds
and not sitting by the warm, bright fire.
Mrs Bristol saw how agitated her
little patient was, andnow that she was
convinced that LenOra was not the
character that Jeanette had called
her, she said no more on the subject
and made up her mind that if Lenora
ever chose to make her confdante she
would be pleased and listen, and, Il
not, she would not touch upon the sub
Jet again.
u viii say no more about it, dear;
but you have never told me your name
yet. What is it?7
Lenora hesitated a few moments and
then said:
Il have been called Lima Rice since
my earliest recollection by those who
knew me. | know of no other proper
NAME"
She did not know why she had been
given that name, Lenora Churchill.
when she was stolen away, but supposed
1t was as her tormenter had said, that
no one might identify her" She con-
sidercd the name would be a disgrace
20 her, and if she should give that name
it might be possible that, if he did not
then know where she was, he mieht
hear Of it and her whereabouts. aud
then come and claim her as his insane
runaway wife, as he had once threat
ened to do.
As yet she was under the conviction
that possibly Gertana had sent her off
n that manner 50 that Noll could not
find her. She also thought that if she
gave the name of Lima Rice, Der
haps her uncle would relent and in
some way hearof her and come and take
her back to the home that she loved so
we'll
Lima is very pretty name, indeed,
said Mrs. Bristol.
But she said nothing about the other:
II dld not seem to her that that name
exactly suited, but why she felt so she
could not understand.
This noble, loving woman was being
drawn closer and closer to her little
patient, and had learned to love her so
dearly that she could not think of part
Ing with her, and asked her to remain
As long as she chose to.
As they sat there in the bright, beau
tlful room, each happy in the company
OF the other, Jeanette began playing
on the piano that stood in the spacious
family sitting-room, Just below them.
Jeanette was not a good player. al
though She had spent a great deal OF
time and money trying to learn; never
theless the music sounded very sweet.
and as It rang through the rooms and
halls OF the great mansion it seemed to
calm Lenora, and brought sweet smile
to her pale lips.
I see you are fond of music, Lima;
do YOU know how to pIay?"
Yes. There is nothing on earth
that l enjoy more, for. when [ am low
spirited, and nervous, and almost weary
Of HE, 1t Is music, sweet music, that