Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-04-26

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 or it's reverse, is not created, and dies not, so swiftly. It lives long after he is laid in his grave, and sheds honor or disgrace upon those who live after him, and who were nearest and dearest to his heart. It is sad to think that this Is so, and that the innocent must often suffer With the guilty; but the frailties of our common nature, no less than our lack of largc-hearted charitableness, are continually rerpetrating these acts of injustice, and suppose they must be borne with and made the best of. The opportunity. however. of setting wrong things right must not be neglected. There- fore, in a small measure for my own sake. and in Q large measure for the Sake of those love, do gather together tho loose threads of @ st ory in which all the passions and emo- tions of human nature play their pregnant parts.
 My name is Richard Pardon, and at the time of tho traGady, which will be recorded in its proper .,!Hao resided with my wife and only chi.I, Gunice. ut Boseombe Lodge, Savcnoaks. \ Lrief description 0. my abode wi! suffice. Boscombe Lodge Is un estate oi .'.,ut twelve acres the residence Is old fashioned and roomy, and thu pleasure grounds around it are charmingly laid out. Indeed the ;.:..u.ai and artistic. beauties of the dear hnnl.. arc perfect, and such ns should content any man of moderate good sense, even though his tastes were fastidious. Mine were not; 1 was n happy, contented man, blessed with an aife'tionate wife and daugh- ter, and it was perhaps because had lived a life of ease that wns SO ill-fitted to meet trouble when it came to me; but the storm which broke upon mo Was sufficiently terri ble to unsettle the reason of any human be- ing. howsoover wise and mentally strong he might be,
 Four female servants, gardener. and a coachman did the work of the house and grounds. In addition to these were Samuel Fleetwood and Mille. Rosal:e Lenormand.
 It would not be correct to describe Samuel Fleetwood as u servant He was altogether a superior man, and was attached to mo in a confidential capacity, Circ 'i!nstances of Q peculiar nature had madc me acquainted with him some years previous to his entering my house. He was then married, and had gone through great troubles and misfortunes, which had left him very poor. His wife was in delicate health, md ut moro than one crit ical juncture Mrs. Pardon and stepped in to their aid. ministering angel indeed did my wife ever prove herself to be in such cases as this; her presence In the sick cham ber was balm, her smile sunshine, her gentle voice breathed peace. No man could more strongly appreciate the sympathetic aid we rendered in q time of need than Samuel Fleetwood 1t stirred him to his innermost depths, and he was profoundly grateful for 1t. My wife and stood by Mrs. Fieotwood's deathbed, and almost with her last breath she thanked us for the kindness we had shown to her and her husband, and said that the sac- rif1ce of his life would be but slight return. "1 speak for him as we'll as for myself" she | said. "He feels as l do."
 Ireceived with hunbleness, and am sure | my wife did, these eXtravagant expressions of gratitude, 10 which. however, made no | demur, because perceived that the utterance l of them afforded the poor woman pleasure. | To ease her last moments I said that would 1 continue to bc her husbands friend, and a | light of great happiness shone in her eyes. "He will be your faithful and devoted ser vant," she said faintly, "to the hour of his death."
 Faithful and devoted indeed he was, and I trusted him as would hav ve trusted brother. In speaking of the slight services it was in our power to render Samuel Fleetwood and | his wife, speak not in praise of myself, but 1t is necessary that 1t should be clearly un- | derstood that he was truly and earnestly de- voted to mo and mine, and that In his heart of hearts he worshiped my wife as ap angel of mercy and goodness did not know what subsequently learned, that he had heart disease, and that he Was aware that bis years, almost his days, were c.,,:;.t.d.
 It is necessary, also, for d IrupAr under standing of my story that should say some- thing hero of Mdlle. Lenormand, govorness, companion, and lady's maid to my dear daughter Eunice. This unusual minsing oi duties WAS of Mdlle. Rosalle's own arrang. ing. She entered our service as sovorness. to perfect Eunice in modern languages, draw. ing, and painting. I was perfectly satisfied with my dnuS Shter's ccomplishments, holding | as dc th.' opinion that girls can be, an, .i,.. | Quentlv at., 0 Over-educated as to ,ur, them fer ;!i groove which the scllumo ol nature i,..cnis them to occupy; but Eunice her motl.cr, and lady frond decided be- tween them that something more was re Quired, and hence the engagement of MdlIe Rosalie. l hud nothing to do with the en- gazing of the lady, and therefore 1t was that did not see her until she was regularly in stalled in our house.
 She was a fair lady, with lnnguishing blut eyes, with light haiF. and eyebrows almos golden in color. My wife, although she con fessed she had not inquired, said that sh, was about twentytwo years of age. au not a good judge of q woman's age, cspecinll, if that woman be fair, and took my wife, word for it.
 "1snt she sweet, papa9" asked Eunice
 "Too soon to pronounce" replied. pass
 ing my hand fondly over Eunice's hair, whicl
 was dark like my wife's.
 Some few weeks afterwards I asket
 Eunice how sho was getting on with moderl languages.
 "Papa," said Eunice, II don't think Mdlc Rosalie is very proficient ta languages" "4ndeed. my dear r said, smiling. "Rut she paints beautifully, papa." sai,
 Eunice. "Here are some of her sketches"
 examined them, and was really surprise, ct their excellence, and more surprised at tn