Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1889-07-05

"If money could not buy beautiful
things you would not care for it, Ismay,"
he said, looking earnestly at her.
She laughed aloud-that sweet musical
laugh which stirred his pulses and thrilled
every nerve, as some soft strain of music
would have done.
you shall have money" he said. 81
will never cease working until | have won
for you your hearts desire"
CHAPTER II.
Martin Schofield. Esquire, was lord of
the manor of West Dena. He was
wealthy man, and one who enjoyed life to
its full extent. He had great aversion
to all kinds of responsibility and trouble;
he had land agent who managed one
portion of his estaJe-the woods of Dene
and the farms beyond them were under
the care of Paul WaldrOn. BY courtesy
Paul was called the squire's steward, but
in reality his duties were more those of
head keeper than anything else.
He was the son of poor parents. His
father had been the head gamekeeper at
West Dene Manor for many years; his
mother was an amiable, gentle woman.
whose very life was centered in that of her
boy. They had given Paul fair educa-
tion-sOmewhat above his station. The
boy was naturally quick and clever. bqt
his delight lay in mechanics. He liked all
kinds Of machinery; he enjoyed finding
out how he could improve upon anything
he saw made; he longed to learn some
practical trade but his parents were not
willing. THE squire had always prom
ised," they said, that their son should
have the charge of the West Dene Woods.
and it was not kind of him even to wish
for anything else" So, to please them, he
accepted the squire's offer, and before he
redrhed his twentieth year he was master
of the keepers cottage.
81 can study" he thought; ~ shall have
long hours to myself, and / can work out
the ideas THAI have lain SO long in my
BRAIN
But in short time n change came over
him. He went one day to a pretty little
town called Ashburnham, and there he
met his fate. There he saw what seemed
to him the lovcliest face ever created; there
he saw Ismay Hope, and from that mo-
ment until the hour of his death he loved
her with a deep, true, lasting love, and
gave no thought to another.
He was walking down the principal
Her lovely face her light, graceful figure,
her wealth of waving brown hair, the
pretty blue cloak-he remembered the pic
ture while he lived. He looked earnestly
at her rs he passed, and faint smile rip
pied over her lips. That long, lingering
gaze amused her. AS a sudden glow of
warm sunshine will bring to life some late
blossoming flower, so that half smile, that
one look at her seemed to bring PaGPs
whole soul to life; new world opened to
him-a great golden blaze of light seemed
to have fallen at his feet, and he walked
on, dazed, giddy, and confused.
Then he turned back to sec where she
went She entered small house that
stood by itself at the end of the street.
81 must know who she is" he said to
himself. 81 feel that | must win her"
His soul seemed on fire; there was to be
no more peace, no more rest for him until
he had won her. He did not leave Ash
burnham that day until he had been in
troduced to Mrs. Hope and the beautiful
girl who had SO completely stolen his
heart. Mrs. Hope was widow: her hus-
band had been in the Civil Service, and
she was left with barely sufficient to live
upon.
P'tt told her frankly that he had seen
her daughter. and fallen in love with her.
"Mauy people do that" was the quiet
reply. But l must tell you, although
we call her Ismay Hope, she is not my
daurnter"
Won by paul's manner, his handsome
face and eloquent words, she told him Is
mays story.
asSha 10 M child -
mine" said Mrs. Hope; "nor have the
least idea where she comes from, or who
her parents are One summer night-it
was very warm, and was standing at the
open window, watching the passers-by-
l saw Il woman lettering near my house
In my own mind called her then a lady,
and | am inclined to call her SO now; she
bad a pale. beautiful face with wavv
brown hair; she was very poorly dressed,
and held by the hand II little child. l saw
her turn aside and drop letter into the
postoffice; tt m, when she walked on
again, her face grew paler, and her eyes
had in them an agony of entreaty when
they met mine | saw that she could hard
ly walk, and that in a few minutes more
she must fall, SO | spoke to her, and she,
looking Mt me, said:
"'Oh, If you would but let me rest for
one half hour in your housed VIII you,
for the love of Heaven
Il could not refuse such a request. She
entered my house never to leave it alive.
My very heart seems chilled, she said,
when placed a chair for her
"She sat down, and then called to her
child
'lsmay, my darling, my heart is grow
ing coldP And Immediately afterward,
when l went to help her, found that she
was dead. The coroner's verdict was that
she had died from disease of the heart, ill.,
creased by overfatigue and privation. We
buried her-for all the neighbors were
kind, and, looking at the beautiful dead
face. no one could suggest work-house
funeral for her. We buried her, and then
my husband said he would never part
with the child. She was so like her moth
er that the resemblance startled me. We
buried tae mother, and kept the child