The Red Cloud chief., 1889-09-20
MIRIAM.
The Romance Of HeatlGllagh Hall
By MANDA L. CROKER.
CHAPTER V.-CoSTNCED.
COPYRIGHT, 1S2.

CHAPTER v.-CoSTTSrED.
But when the housekeeper put her with.
cred hand, trembling with increased agita.
ton. on the rim Of the last reversed portrait.
Ifelt that1 was TO look on the face of Miriam.
A def movement OF the trembling hand.
q lowering OF the crimson cord and the
proud. beautiful features OF my friends uu.
happy child swung over 10 the dim, dreamy
light of the long, silent gallery.
A this van is the puir. proud-hearted
childe- Of me Leddy Parcival.r sobbed
GARRISON.
Miriam" / said. ne-vousiv.
The same, ma'am," replied Peggy, chok.
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.
Should tell her OF Miriam. looked into
the smoldering fire Of the eyes on the can
vas, and caught the answer as If by intui-
ton. No
n picture fascinated me strangely.
There was something about II so inexpress-
iOiy sweet. get so proudly sorrowful withal,
that my whole soul went out TO the sad. in
perious woman, buried, as II Were, ct Bay
view, with more fervency than ever before.
What a tale those nruly-shut lips might
unfold coui they speak. What q dearth OF
pa,ernl affection, what loneliness Of life
could the Miriam beyond the sea reveal il
she chose to tell il all
And this was the portrait, then, was TO
carry home with me, and /. as vet, had no
plan 10 assis, me IN keeping my rash
promise
Poor girl,, / said softly. as Garrison
turned the face to the wall once more.
Daughter of nv friend, and come 20 this:
her proud face turned 70 the wall u the hall
Of her ancestors,
1could not trust myself TO say more, and
Clarkson led the way 10 q corner, where the
shadows were htrngly the thickest- and
startled me by saving in a curious tone:
An here IS the masthur. na'am, a hangIn'
all alone: all alone, The Leddy Parc:val
river had her portrait painted. She would
niver SIT for il, ma'am and she was per
fectly roight in il, too. Arthur KNOWN ov
the throubles coomin' down on her Gaugh-
Their from the long LONE Of mistheries. She
didn't want her face TO appear il the Gay
thurieigh gallery, at all, at au:'
Clarkson's last sentence gave me an idea,
and ! could almost have shouted for JOY Al
the promising proposition, but controlling
myself with an effort. remembering IN time
that il must De ma;ured, / gave my atten-
ton 10 the face OF Sir Rupert
ClarhSOn Grew Dach Tie Grape covering.
ard put aside the window curtains in order
TO let in more light a CLEAN Of sunlight
fickered for q moment across the painting.
Truly he must have been grun and obsc-
nate. Judging from the heavy frowurng
brovs and sirister-iooking eyes beneath;
vet under the uncouipromising exterior I
fancied / could see a deep. corroding grief.
that. bIighting his life IL its prime, had mixed
for MS remaining days ''the wormwood and
the gall"
And this IS he who roams about the
Hair" I questioned. taking my eyes from
the stern coun;enance On canvas and turn
ing 70 Peggy.
Sac nodded in the affirmative. IND drew
the Grape back over the portrait Of the
.-masthUr OF Haythurleigh." as she would
say. and together we left the gallery.
We had now been over the Hal, with the
execution Of a few apartments of mo in
therest al all" and the library. To this last
named room We turned our attention It