Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-08-16
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 Sir Rupert slowly regained Consciousness, moaning and murmuring of Miriam. And all night long they staid, faithful servants that they were, by Sir Rupert, and did what they could to relieve him. Once he opened his eyes very wide and started up, saying: "Ohl ask her, ask her-but stop, she is gone, you say?'
 to the wall, and shivered as if seized with an ague fit.
 'Let i'm doie.' said Ancil, unfeelingly. "Let i'm, and it will be the ind ov it."
 ''Shet up, ye baste," snapped Peggy, under her breath, as under the touch of her skillful, motherly hand the master fell into 0 troubled sleep.
 Just as the rosy dawn flushed the east, and the fresh breeze swept over the silent world in token of the coming morning, Sir Rupert sank into quiet, restful sleep, and the servants retired, leaving their master in calm, untroubled repose. But after that memorable day of angry meeting, of regret and compunction, fol- lowed by an almost fatal halluclpation bringing hours of walkeful agony, Sir Ru- pert was a strangely altered man. Mild and gentle in tone and manner, even to the least of them, he commanded at last the love and respect of the much-tried hous ehold. They learned to pity him for his tottering step and whitened crown, and to love him for the sake of one whom fate had driven forever from Heatherleigh. Invariably they murmured 'poor master r' when he walked alone about the grounds, halting here and there to rest and to l think.
 1 The dwellers of the country side pitied | Sir Rupert from afar, and gradually, al most imperceptibly, drifted back to the | long-avoided Hall. Dropping in on one pre- | text and another, they strove to console | him and brighten the gloom of his declining years; but, after all, the master of Heath erleigh was slow in accepting any proffered kindness, and seemed to look upon even old acquaintances as intruders. It seemed, in spite of their endeavors to be friendly, that they had failed in impressing Sir Rupert | favorably.
 l 'The Percival grit was in him, barrin' al his lamb-loike ways," Peggy said. Occasionally Sir Rupert would ride out sometimes to the clergyman's, sometimes to the city to interview his attorney. AnG again he would spend half day in leaning back in his favorite carriage and being driven slowly through the parks, across the | commons or back and forth along the pleasant reaches and sunny slopes of Fair light.
 What his thoughts were during these long, solemn drives not soul could guess and he never conveyed by a single mono syllable one impulse of his soul. And the weary-hearted coachman felt as if he were driving his masters hearse over lonely beaten ways rather than his animate sel during these sorrowful, soul-depressinf outings Many pitied Sir Rupert as h' passed by, but many more sympathize( | 1yifh io1 ho cb man.
 Perhaps the austere soul of Sir Ruper
 was relenting-was doing earnest penanc' in the wordless marches. Ahl it migh have been deepest compunction was bus, with the long-neglected heart, and doing it. work in the dark depths of his silent soul perhaps that calm serenity on his daugh