Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1889-09-12

yearning sensation seized me, supplanted
by nervous, chilling agitation. twas the
first time | had felt my selfpossession
leaving me since / came to the Hall; stand
ing there before the group of Inflated sons
and daughters branded with disinheritance,
a food of emotions indescribable rushed
over me. and l mutely motioned Peggy to
go on.
Gently, then, she turned the face coming
first in order over. A bright face met my
sympathetic vision, with half-serious,
half-playful expression. "Lionel," said
Peggy, SAN that's all Oh know ov i'm, be,
cause his curse fell long forninst me loife"
The next, a beautiful face with dark, ex-
pressive eyes and perfect mouth pro-
claimed her the daughter of proud fam
lily. Agatha said Peggy, wiping off the
dust with caressing movement. "An' its
her, ma'am, that ran away with a young
Frinch Count, because the family couldn't
bear the loikes ov Frinchman. She died,
poor thing, away off in France, somewhere
on the banks o. the Seine. An she niver
COON back Arthur her family forbid her liver
showin' her proud, wilful face again at the
Hall"
There were two more portraits Of the
broken-hearted, disinherited children who
had gone out from the doors, and of whose
fate none at the Hill cared to know after
the gates had been shut against them. The
next face was that of a handsome young
man, whose dark, soulful eyes looked into
mine as il to say, ''pity me-" "Allan,''
Clarkson murmured, as the fascinating orbs
appealed TO US, 'puir Allan he was stint
away in disghrace, ma'am, all because he
loved cottage lassie insthead oy the wan
his family chose out ov the high careless
AN No, n,oIyg nely
ing this promising young face SO early
clouded because of vanity.
"Och hoonr' moaned Peggy, sam Allan
was niver the wan to come back ma am.
He married the lasse and took her with
him whin he left the country, me Leddy.n
"And you know nothing more of his his
tory thon?' / asked, catching last glimpse
Of the dark, honest eyes as she turned the
portrait back to the wall.
mo moron We know ov the dead, ma'am;
only rumor now an thin, an rumors don't
count for any thing"
But when the housekeeper put her with
cred hand, trembling with increased agita~
ton, on the rim of the lastreversed portrait,
Ifelt that | was TO look on the face Of Miriam.
A deft movement Of the trembling hand,
a lowering of the crimson cord and the
proud, beautiful features Of my friends I'M
happy child swung over to the dim, dreamy
light of the long, silent gallery.
San this wan is the puir, proud-hearted
childer of me Teddy Parcival,n sobbed
Clarkson.
miriam, | said, nervously.
"The same, ma am, 7 replied Peggy, cholz-
ing back a sob, while her warm Irish heart
ached for the vision of the proud face which
had nestled on her bosom in years agone
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the smoldering fire of the eyes on the can
vas, and caught the answer as if by intui-
ton. mol
The picture fascinated me strangely
There was something about il so inexpress-
IDLY sweet, yetso proudly sorrowful withal,
that my whole soul went out TO the sad, inn
perious woman, buried, as it were, at Bay
view, with more ferveacy than ever before.
What o tale those firmly-shut lips might
unfold could they speak What dearth Of
pateFnal affection, what loneliness of life
could the Miriam beyond the sea reveal IL
she chose TO tell it ALI
And this was the portrait, then. l was TO
carry home with me, and |, as yet, had no
plan to assist me in keeping my rash
promise.
Poor girll1 / said softly, as Clarkson
turned the face 70 the wall once more.
OAlEuANE VI nay &At~AtAf oAA N1AA4C W tAi7
her proud face turned to the wall in the hall
Of her ancestors
could not trust myself to say more, and
Ciarkson led the way 70 a corner, where the
shadows were nttingly the thickest, and
startled me by saying in curious tone;
cam here is the snasthnr, ma am, hangIn'
al alone; al al9lici The Leddy ParSyai
niyeg h14 her gn1rtait painted She woul1
nIyer sit fer il, Iaa'ana, and she Was per-
fectly roigAt in il, too, Arthur KNOWN ov
the fhroubles coomin' down on her daugh
Their from the long loine Of inistheries. She