Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1889-08-15


| az assure you | feel grateful for it every
day,n replied Isabel, thoughtfully. "How
| little we dreamed of the future in store for
| HS Six months ago, writing under the
| stipgs of Nine, Arnot's prickly temper"
| pYou have never visited the SouthP
said Major Darlington, as they sat around
| the table in the spacious dining-room. Des-
sert had been brought in, and they were
Chatting over ii leisurely.
| hNever, except on the briefest of bust
ness trips" replied Mr.. Falconer.
ain some respects our glory has de-
parted said the Major, thoughtfully,
Though IN others there is a change for the
better"
tsThe VIZ must have wrought great
changes" said Mr. Faieoner, especially in
the relations of the higher class SEES with the
| laboring Glass;
| Eyes, 1t is SO, and though it was like the
very bitterness of death TO give up our old
ideas, am not sure that many of us would
| be willing to take them back again. There
| is a new future and a new race springing
up in the South-a future of mechanism
and development, and race of earnest,
active thinkers.
1.-THE old phase of naughty Incidence is be-
| ing merged into share of your Yankee
you should see all this for yourself. When
| shall we look for an extended visit from
| youl" and he looked inquiringly at Mr.. Fail
coner.
1--WE had thought of spending Christmas
| in New York; replied Mr.. Falconer, but
perhaps, that visit can be deferred in favor
Of this"
~ should like to have you see our Christ
| mas festivities, though, of course, the
| plantation life is not what X once was, yet
we keep up the old customs as far as pos
sible."
my wife and daughters will be so anx-
| ious to meet yoa,' he Continued, turning to
Isabel. ave have so often speculated in
regard to the little babe of our dear sister
| Alicia. Her mother is still living, and will
welcome you with open arms. l made one
| TRIP to the North in the hope of finding
you," resumed the Major, seeing that she
| was too near to happy tears To reply. 1t
| was so sweet TO her to hear OF these family
ties, so new and unexpected. "But it
seemed as hopeless quest as If the earth
had opened and swallowed you up l even
| hunted rural cemeteries in the hope Of
| finding some humble stone to mark our
sisters grave, or some trace of old Chloe"
"Your search might be more successful
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| caused small monument to be erected over
| her mothers grave, in the hope that some
| of her family might find it, as well as q
tribute of affection from herself"
"Iam glad; it has been q source OF sor-
| row to US all that one so dear should be ly-
| ing in q neglected grave so far away, and
| poor old Chloeln he spoke interrogatively.
"Was buried near her." replied Isabel,
"she begged to be buried near her dear
| young mistress; placed small stone at
her grave also"
The Major smiled at her kindly. ~ see
you are a true scion of the old stock; the
| Pembrokes are family of rare sympathies
and generous tendencies. and l am happy
| to see that you have these qualities which
| made orr Alicia so dear to u.s.
Vie MAJOR took his leave ia the evening.
,.,.i i-..u,. ber to look forward TO her
Suutesua "Trip with happy anticipations.
| MIR. taic0ncr had written to Mrs. Stanford
explaining their reasons for the change in
| their plans, and had received from her
| hearty congratulations and commentator
| of the proposed visit The tune was low
near at hand, and the preparations nearly
completed for the trip, when Mr.. Falconer
| came home with deeply flushed face, and
with wild, restless look in his eyes, very
1
| bel had noticed that he did not seem in his
usual spirits, but had attributed the fact to
some slight indisposition.
"Are you sick, Mr.. Falconer," she said,
in alarm, as he sat looking modify into the
| fire; it was now November.
~ do not know, he replied, passing his
hand over his forehead YEARLY. 81 have
had headache for several days, and ii
feels so strange today as if there were a
| humble bee in tn
"Let me bathe it for you," she said, bring
| ing bottle of cologne.
She stood by his side and bathed his head
in the refreshing liquid until he fell into a
restless slumber, and she noted that his
| breathing was hurried and uneven.
at is a severe cold he has taken,' she
whispered to herself, endeavoring to quiet
her own uneasiness; his entrance into his
home was always so genial and kindly that
she was the more alarmed by this strange,
| moody arrival
He awoke with a start. "Where am Iq'
he cried, wildly.
"Here, my husband, ..at home" she replied,
gently
"Ohl yes, at home; home is where love is.
| Isabel" he cried, more wildly than he had
| yet spoken, ''do you love mei have loved
you with all the strength of my strong man
| hood, and waited patiently for your love-"
In her terror and excitement Isabel's IN
herent truthfulness was still predominant,
and she answered him gently: you wish
| me to tell you the truth, do you nots"
Eyes, yes, the TRUTH he said, fretfully.
"Then will say that do not know" she
| answered, still smoothing his hair and brow
with her white hand ''my feelings are so
mingled with gratitude and respect that
actually can not tell whether love has en-
| tered into my heart or not. honor and re-
spect you above all men, my husband"
ayes, always honor and respect" he
muttered, irritably, in a tone so foreign to
any that he had ever used toward her that
her alarm increased every moment; ere
spect and gratitude, but no love, - and even
as he spoke he settled back into doze.
Isabel flew to the hall, and calling Mrs.
Montford, begged her to send Tom for DR..
Conroy at once.
my DEAR" she said, soothingly, placing
her hand on his arm as he again awoke
with nervous start, "you had better go
to bed and rest, and you will feel better in
the morning"
He brushed her hand from his arm with
gesture of repulsion. "Don't call me dear
want no hypocrisy" he said, harshly.
"But You are dear; the dearest friend
have in the world" and the tears almost
choxed her as she spoke.
"0h, friend, eh!r He spoke sneeringly,
with bitter laugh, the terrible laugh Of a
man who is not himself
"Won't you go to bed4' she asked him,
pleadingly.
ITO bed ~ He looked at her with his heavy
eyes, from which the light of reason was
fast departing what should l go 10 bed
fort A business man has no time for day
snoozing. Where's my haiti" and he strug-
gled TO get away from her OBTAINING grasp.
Happily, DIR. Conroy was near at hand,
and with Mrs. Montford now appeared In
the door, to Isabers intense relief.
The doctors experience taught him how
TO deal with the sick man, and he soon sue
ceeded in getting him into bed and under
the influence of powerful remedies.
what do you think of himii' said Isabel,
as she followed DIR. Conroy into the hall, her
eyes moist with tears, and a heart sinking
with apprehension.
He is a very sick man, Mrs. Falconer,"
he replied, gravely; at would be useless
kindness TO pretend any thing else He
shows every indication Of having entered q
fierce struggle for life, and all we can do is
70 hope and pray Tor the best, and pressing
her hand Ia his with unspoken sympathy,
he turned and left her, the hot tears stream
ing from her eyes and her heart lifted in
prayer as Il never had been before for help
in this her hour of Urgent need.