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

Ill and troubled on her account. He
blamed her Yet he loved her, and
waited anxiously for response TO his
letter, which he mailed to Montreal
Immediately.
Martin came into the hall one day
with the mail.
IF you are going up to masters
room would you kindly take up the
masters letters. STRIP he said.
For Mr. Rexford was confined to HIS
room. chronic weakness which had
troubled him for years was increasing.
II struck Harold as he entered the
room that the old man was very i'll.
al will save him all the sorrow /
can" he said, mentally. as he watched
the thin hands, which trembled as
they took the letters,
Nothing from Lea" said Mr.. Rex
ford. II should think she would write
TO me-
He soon stretched himself on the
bed, and lay all day with his face 70
the wall, without speaking.
his questions, and went away gravely.
When he came and departed again he
nodded slightly to Harold, who fol-
lowed him downstairs
"He will not be any better, and his
situation is precarious. Has he set
tied his affairsp You had best tell
him and talk with him."
II was n hard. unwelcome task. But
Harold Feldon did it tenderly, and
Ambrose Rexford was helped by the
strong, composed young spirit
GOD bless you, my boy, and give
you friend in your last days! Is the
door closed? Come and sit by me-"
Two days later there was a light
step in the hall, the rustic Of girls
step on the oaken stair,
Harold she cried, catching sight
of him. 81 have answered your letter
in person. Was / not good. when /
was having such lovely timeP Why,
what rs the matterP You are SO pale,
so gravel Harold. has any thing hap
penedP"
our uncle l5--Very Ill.
He was dying!
He took the girls trembling hand,
smiled on her and was gone.
She rushed out of the room. She
was wild with uncomfortable grief
Dead! Oh. how terrible He was
so good. and did not know il! He is
dead-forever-an will never know
how sorry am-how wretched | ami
Oh. have been wicked wickedm
She continued pallid and despairing
until after the funeral.
She was SO changed as to be hardly
known. Her black dress. her CHASTITY
face, her expression of suffering al
tered her utterly from the vivid. gay
creature Of a few weeks previous.
The will was read She was heiress
20 the mansion and grounds. There
was nothing more-not a cent.
Nothing she said to Harold,
rousing herself, as he explained II
thought
There was hardly that, Lea. Your
uncle told me that he saved it for you
only at the expense of great exertion.
He was not u rich man"
"But my fathers money!
"He ran through it all long before
he died. The estates belonged alb
solutely to your Uncle Ambrose. You
had no claim here except by his kind
ness. He would never have told you.
He wanted you to feel free and happy
under no obligation to him. lie
loved you"
"And was cruel to him-I was un-
grateful. monstrousw interrupted the
girl.
She flung herself about the room like
one In torment. ..
IL wrote him such n cruel letter.
upbraided him with meanness. said
would remain with friends who
were kinder to me than he was. Oh,
wish had died before wrote him
that shameful letter'" cried the girl
II am sorry you wrote that letter.
Lea but let me tell you---n
II can not listen You can not do
me any good He IL dead | wounded
the kindest heart in the world. and he
can never forgive me | wish l was
deadm
Dear Lea. you win live to be more
patient and happier; and you will
make me happy. Hear me! Your
uncle never received that letter /
received the mail from Martin. |
feared for its contents, tor | recognized
your chirography and the postmark,
and ! withdrew the letter from the
others. have not read il. Your
uncle never saw it, Here It IL TO do as
you like with
The girl cast the letter into the
glowing CRATE, and then flung herself
upon the rug in a passion Of tears.
BY and by she crept into her lovers
arms. as he sat regarding her sorrow
fully
II am SO glad-so grateful 10 you,
Harold. Heip me try to be a better
girl"
II wHl.n ne said. tenderly. --Satur
day Night