Iron County register., 1889-12-19
Of the little girl during their LAY,

had not yet appeared aG cttlSsQ -
Alicia all the time, and he said he had often1
dreamed he had little girl like me, bnt ho
had never found her before"
s'Let us hope on, dear wife," said Mr..
Falconer. If he can not see as we wish,
the child may be great blessing to him."
81 will be patient" She looked up at him
with sad eyes and n quivering lip II can
at least imagine what a fathers love might
have BEEN"
From that time the child was the con-
slant companion of Chester Darlington,
and, with Pompey in the rear to look after
their safety, took long walks over the PLAN
tatlon, visiting the negro cabins and enter
ing into their simple lives with childish
ZeSt.
Oracle had never before come in close
contact with the race. and they were
source of great curiosity and pleasure to
her, as she listened to their quaint songs
and tales.
Maum Dinah, the second cook in the
establishment, always had choice bit laid
away for s'little missy" for child was
great treat on the place, and every one OF
them were ready and willing at any tine to
do her favor, or contribute to her enter
tainment.
Mrs. Pembroke's carriage came for Isa-
bel very soon after the first days visit. and
if she had felt emotion on entering the home
of the Carringtons, she was doubly affected
when she found herself in the home which
had seen her mothers childhood, and from
whence she had gone out, beautiful, JOY
Gus bride, to her husbands home.
Mrs. Pembroke was at the door to meet
her, and she seemed more lovable and win
ming even than before in her own home.
The house, though not SO large as that OF
the Carring gtons, was still ample, and the
servants were fewer, being chiefly old re-
tainers who refused to leave their mistress
after the fortunes of war had made them
free.
This picture of Alicia was taken just
after her marriage said Mrs. Pembroke
1t was beautiful oil picture of the fair
young mother, taken in her white wedding
dress, the misty folds of the bridal vail fall
ing about her with lovely effect.
ssHow sweet, how fair" said Isabel, look
ing at it with tenderness. How she loved
the memory of this beautiful mother, whose
| life had ended so soon.
'.The beauty of her face was only equalled
| by the loveliness of her character" replied
| Mrs. Pembroke; none could know her
without loving her; but now, my dear,
must know all about yourself; to be sure
| Major Darlington has given me an outline
of your history, but l want to know your
inner life. your heart. dear child"
| They were sitting in a lovely little bou-
| doir one which Alicia had loved in her girl
| hood; Mrs. Pembroke sat in q wide-armed
rocker, and Isabel, on a low, wide foot-stool
| at her feet, leaned against her in confiden-
| tial fashion as she told her of her early
trials, as child, in her aunts home, at
| Nine. Arnot's, and of her sudden marriage,
and the visit to the lonely grave of Alicia,
! who looked down smilingly upon them in
| her bridal array.
| Sand these dear hands have been pricked
with needles, and forced to menial labors.
Ah the sad shame of it, said the old lady,
taking 1sa5ers hands and caressing them
| fondly.
But, indeed, grandmamma, the needles
did not prick my hands nearly so bad as the
unkind tongues did my heart" said Isabel.
'But you have no unkind tongues in your
home now" and the old lady looked at her
inquiringly. This husband of yours, has
| he no faultss'
| s'If he has he is very successful in hiding
them," replied Isabel; she is all kindness
and tenderness toward me-" and then she
told of Lottie and her gentle, dove-lke char.
| acter.
''And she was shop-girl, too; you did
well to remember her. l am glad you can
not forget your friends" and the soft little
hands caressed again the bowed head.
| 'I could not be content to have these
riches without trying to do good with them
to make others happy as well as myself,'
replied Isabel, earnestly.
| ''Quite right, DEAR" and the small head
nodded approvingly; ''but 1 can not help
feeling that this woman whom you have
called aunt has been much to blame, that
she did not advertise or search for US in
some way
was so crushed, so sad, and believing as she
did that my father had been killed, she had
so little to direct her in her search; she
was bitterly poor, too, and could scarcely
have paid for an advertisement" Isabe! pro-
tested, eagerly, for she could not bear to
have her second mother blamed.
'Thst is right, child, defend those who
have been kind to you,'' and the kind hand
patted her shoulder.
SELF" said Isabel; II long to know of your
life, also.''
"After Alicia left us we werc very lonely,
but she was so near we could visit her
very often, and we were so happy in seeing
her happiness that we could not regret her
marriage"
"You mean my Grandfather Pembroke
and yourselfn'
eyes. dear; how I wish you could have
known him; one of the noblest of men,"
replied Mrs. Pembroke, with a sigh. 'It
was not long, however, before she began to
show signs Of failing health, and her ply
81 :ians advised the trip to the North which
resulted so disastrously. 1t seemed as it
my heart would break when / saw her go
away-so frai, yet so hopeful-but as faith
full Chloe, who had nursed her from an in FAINT,
went with her, l knew she would not suffer
any lack of care, and tried to think it was
fer the best, but have regretted so terri.
bly, since that since she must die she could
not have stayed and died in her mothers
arms"
sslt is 50 natural for the sick to grasp at
every straw of possible relief" said Isabel.
s'Yes, and Chester would have taken her
to the ends of the earth the shadow of a
hope, he was so nearly frantic when he
learned that her disease was dangerous
one; then the war broke out in all its
strength, and had one letter saying that
they had come to the town where she died,
and then that you were born and after that,
silence, terrible silence, until it seemed as
if should die with suspense and dread. /
| was all alone with the exception of the
servants, for your grandfather had joined
the army at the first alarm of real war. The
next news heard was when Major Caring
ton came home on a brief furlough, and
told me he had seen Chester for few
moments, and that my darling was dead,
and that you, her babe, and Chloe were left
behind in a Northern town, the name OF
which he had forgotten, in the charge of a
woman whose name had entirely escaped
him. Oh, it was dreadful, dear, and you
can not know how / mourned and grieved
for you both. Then Chester was wounded,
and your grandfather was sent home a
corpse, though, thank Heaveni not mutt
lated one, and my cup of sorrow was full =