The Red Cloud chief., 1889-09-13

"The gallery mkt" murmured Clarksoa,
locking the door Of the drawing-room b.
hind m. "Oi don't moind tho gallery,
ma'am, though it, histhory II forninst the
whole Of Haythurleigh in it, theribleness."
lmade NO reply. Twas coming closer to
the object Of my visit, the portrait Of Mir
lam, and my promise to be fulfilled.
CHAPTER v.
The gallery! I never can forget t. or
rather. the memory Of those fAces viii
never slip from my mental vision.
There were portraits on the waAs, In
groups and in pairs. Some OF them were
noble-looking and of pleasing countenance,
while others looked down at me with .
frowning face, as il to say: 'Why do you
intrude on our silent existence"
There were faces smiling forth from their
wealth Of long, sunny curis, and stern
visages sporting powdered queues and look
ing coldly down over their great, stiff r1fRs
with IN aristOcratic stare.
viewed each face with deep interest -
the old ~housekeeper gave me it, name and
history ~ far - she knew, - we went from
one TO another down the long, narrow
apartment
"Here." she said, in . voice Of plying
tendern rs, q she crossed the floor to tho
opposite wall, there are the portraits Of tho
puir, unfortunate childer IS has bin STINT
away from Haythurleigh by the therible
distiny ov the house"
She paused before . row Of portraits with
their faces turned to the wall and folded
her arms, while the great psarly tears
rolled down her withered cheek. A strange
yearning sensation seized me, supplanted
BY . nervous, chilling agitation. 1t was the
first time I had felt my self-possession
leaving MI since I came to the Hall; stand
ing there before the group Of iIl-fated sons
and daughters branded with disinheritance,
. food OF emotions Undesirable rushed
owe me, and I mutely motioned Peggy to
60 On.
Gently. then, she turned the face coming
first in order owe A bright face met my
sympathetic vision, with . ~half-serious,
half playful expression. "Lionel," said
Peggy, "an' that's all Oh know ov i'm, be.
cause his curse fell long forninst me loife."
The next, . beautiful face with dark, OK
pressive eyes and perfect mouth pro-
claimed her the daughter Of . proud fam
lily. "Agatha," said Peggy, wiping or the
UOos "Aeu SotSooAnS AOvCWCoS Au 1CS
her, ma'am, that ran away with . young
Frinch Count, because the family couldn't
bear the loikes ov q Frinchman. She died,
poSr thing, away Of 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, d~isinherlted 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 q handsome young
man, whose dark, soulful eyes looked into
mine as if to say, pity me-" "Allan,"
Garrison murmured, - the fascinating orbs
appealed to US, ''puir Allan he was sint
away in disghrace, ma'am, all because he
loved q cottage lassie insthead ov the wan
his family chose out ov the high carcles."
ibid he ever come backr'l asked, pity
ing this promising young face 20 early
clouded because Of vanity.
'Och hoonr' moaned Peggy, IAN Allan
was niver the wan to come back, mA'am.
He married the lassie and took her with
him whin he left the country, me Leddy."
"And you know nothing more Of his his
tory them" I asked, catching q last glimpse
Of the dark, honest eyes - she turned the
portrait back to the wall.
mo more'n 20 know ov the dead, ma'am;
only . rumor now an thin, an rumoEs don't
count for any thing"
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