The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1889-07-06

III IRISH STANDARD
able, not only to make our living, but to pay
our servants, who, I must confess, were
| more willing and efficient workers under
the new order Of things. But, my dear
child, you must be faint with hunger after
my long story and she hastily rose and
rang the bell for lunch.
''1ndeed, grandmamma, I had not
| thought of any thing SO prosaic as eating,
in my interest,"" she replied, earnestly. II
have foolishly thought I had the burden of
the sorrow Of our separation, but in the
light of your suffering my troubles seem
very small"
"a very human fancy, my dear,'' smiled
Mrs. Pembroke: sit is natural for every
one to think his own burden the HEAVIEST
CHAPTER XII
''Home again, sweet, sweet home!H said
Isabel, as she stood before her mirror,
dressing fer dinner; siwas ever a place so
dear as home?'
"TEen the sunny South has not quite
+ taken your heart captive" SAID Mr.. Fal-
coner, looking up from, his paper He was
reilluy and strong again, better even than
| before his sickness.
! lielltful as our visit there was, and much as
loved graudnamma and the rest Of the
friends, there is no place like home, after
ALL;
"Where is father? Have you seen him
! Of lates'' There was an undercurrent of
anxiety in his voice.
"Poinpey and he, with Grace, went to
| drive,:' she replied stIsn't it wonderful
how he clings 10 her? All! if could only
| win his loving recognition how perfectly
happy should be-" and she sighed heavily.
| ';It is indeed 81 singular affection, and
! Grace seems to return his love sincerely
J and fully" said Mr. Falconer. II doubt if
| you could have persuaded him to return
| with us had it not been for her influence
Do you know, dear, feel vague anxiety
about him whenever he is out"
| sBut Pompey is SC strong and SO devoted
| to HIM. returned Isabel, quickly, II had
! never thought of danger. Perhaps I did
wrong to bring him away from his home
haunts but did so long to win his affection,
her husband with newly awakened sense
of alarm.
''Do rot let my fancy distress you,'' he
said; she is probably as safe with Pompey
| here as at home; by the way, nave a let
ter for you from Lottie'' and he handed her
a white envelope. II was careless to have
! forgotten it SO long"
! Gone whole hour since the postMan came,
you naughty man, y she said, playfully shak.
ing her finger at Airn. Dear girl, her room
seems SO vacant and lonely" and she broke
! the seal eagerly. ''She will be here in a
week." commenting as she read. ''and her
parents a month later. Dear, happy little
girl: / little Thought that III bringing her
| here was bringing her to home, love and
happiness"
| II little thought when / consented,
| strongly against my win, assure you, tc
! accompany Lillian On a bonnet excursion,
| That J. was to meet my fate, The other half
Of myself, SO to speak," he rejoined.
J ''There is q divinity that shapes our ends,
rough hew them as we wilI,'' quoted Isabel,
looking at h1m tlloughtfully sit is q beauti
| ful thought, too, my dear, that there Is a
| great over-ruling Providence which, how
| ever weakly and blindly we may be strug'
| Cling to tinl the right path in life, can make
| evcn orr slightest acts the leading strings
by, which we are drawn toward the GROWING
! events OF our lives. Had you come in FIVE
| minutes later [ should have been in the
work room, and Jennie Dewey would have
fitted LILLIAN with d bonnet.''
"Iu which case there s1 olld probably have
been no Mrs. Falccner to this days" he re-
piled. with Il smile.
They weat Gown to the dining room arm.
in-arn2, aud found. to 1sslbers relief, that
Mr. Darlington and Grace were there be-
fore them. sWe had such lovely drive"
said Grace; eagerly. 'Pompey is such
grand driver, the horses seem to kuo~' every
word he says TO them, don they, Fapa Car
rington?"
He nodded with smile; he was never
! talkative, and his eyes had the dreamy ex.
preston Of one just reused from sleep. Ills
! attitude toward Isabel had not chang et:, aEd
she seemed an object OF mild wonder to him
as she called him father: and iavished
the affection which she could NOS repress
uron him.
He would often look in her eyes with the
same puzzled look which he first wore, and
say, 1uDurnfully: SIT is strange, very
! strange, how you remind me OF some one l
| have known but can not recall
The child, however. seemed a ching Of the
present; reality which he could grasp,
suggesting no torturing thoughts which re-
fused to take definite form, and OH her ne
lavished the love which Isabel SO c1awea,
! keeping her beside him hour after hour.
He said little about his Southern home:
that seemed to have faded from his mind; but
occasionally he would look about nina as if
he missed some familiar presence, and ask
Pompey if Major Darlington had come in
yet, and receive with ever~recurring sur
prise the intelligence that he had not
Pompey had taken care Of him 80 long that
he knew just how to humor every within
and make him comfortable. He Was
| splendid fellow, a perfect specimen of his
race: tall, staiwart. and with keen intelii-
! gence which would have done credit TO
many in o. higher station. His devotion to
his unfortunate charge was untiring, and
no Inconvenience was too great to suffer in
his interest. Oracle shared il his pro-
| tectiye love, and he was never weary Of
! contributing to her pleasure with S ngs or
stories, which were fully appreciated by the
| child.
| TIottie returned at the time appointed.
| and was once more domiciied i'll her room
She was so much better now that she could
! walk short distances easily without her
| crutch, and her face, sweet and pure al
ways, was illumined with soft glow OF
happiness which rendered it aouhly charm
| ing.
! nr ConrOv though Ell unQeIuOuStrative