The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1889-07-06

Mrs. Penn broke was at the door to meet
her, and she seemed more lovable anu win
ming even than before in her own home.
The house, though not so large as that OF
, the Carringtons, 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.
:srtis picture OF Alicia was taken just
after her marriage said Mrs. Pembroke.
1t was beautiful oil picture Of the fair
young mother, taken i'll her white wedding
dress, the misty folds OF the bridal vail fall
! ing about her with lovely effect.
HOY sweet, how fair," said Isabsl, look
Ing Ut it with tenderness. How she loved
the III emory OF this beautiful mother. whose
life mad ended so soon.
1.-The beauty Of her face was only eulalled
by the loneliness of her character replied
Mrs. Pembroke: none cculd 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 y lovely little bou-
DOR, one which Alicia had loved in her GIN
mood: Mrs. Pembroke sat in q wida-ar1ned
rocker, and Isabel, on Il low, wide foot-stooi
at her feet. leaned against her in conIinen-
tial fashion as she told her of her early
trials, IS a child, in her aunt 5 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.
land these dear hands have been pricked
with needles, and forced to mental labors.
All the sad shame OF it," said the cid lady:
taking Isabel;s hands and caressing them
fondlv
''But, indeed, grandmamma, the needles
did not prick my hands nearly SO badas the
unkind tongues did my heart" said Isabel.
"But you have no uniiud tongues in your
home now: and the old lady looked at her
inquiringly. This husband of yours, has
DC 40 faults?''
''If he nus he is very successful in hiding
them,'' replied Isabel; she is all kindness
and tenderness toward me-" and then she
told OF Lovtie and her gent e, dove-like char
acter.
"And she was q shop girl, too; you did
well to remember her. am glad YOU can
not forget your friends" and the soft little
hands caressed again the bowed head
II could not be content to have tsese
riches without trying to do good with them !;
to make others happy as we'll as myself, y
replied Isabel, earnestly.
.'Quite right, DEAR" and the small head
nodded approvngly; s'bnt can not help
feeling that this woman whom you have
called aunt has been much to blame, tina!
she did not advertise or search for us in
some way
"But, dear es'andraam ma, remember, sine
aJ .,,1 che
did that my father had been Killed, she 1la4
was bitterly poor, too, and could scarcely
have pail foran advertisement" Isabel pso-
tested, eagerly, for she could not beau. It
have her second mother blamed.
"l,1at is right, child, defend those who
have been kind to you, F" and the kind hand
patted her shoulder.
self.n said Isabel; II long TO know Of your
life. also.n
"After Alicia lett us we We're very lonely
but she was SO near we could visit her
very often, and we were SO happy III seeing
her happiness I hat we could not regret her
nlarriage.'
';You mean my Grandfather Pembroke
and yourselI?'
eyes. dear; how Iwish you could have
known him; one of the MODEST OF men,
replied Mrs Pembroke, with q sigh. SIT
was not long, however, before she began &c
show signs of failing health, and her ply
81 ians advised the trip to the North which
resulted so disastronsly. 1t seemed as ii
my heart would break when [ saw her go
away-so frai!, yet SO hopeful-but as faith
ful Chloe, who had nursed her from an in FAINT
went with her, knew she would not suffer
any lack of care. and tried to think it was
fer the best, but have regretted SO terri
DIV since that since she must die she coul'
not have stayed and died in her mothers
arms
sit is so natural for the sick to grasp at
every straw Of possible relief.' said Isabel
Yes, and Chester would have taken her
to the ends Of the earth on 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 it's
siren 9Th, 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. I
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 I heard was when MAJ or Caring
ton came home on d brief furlough. and
told me he had seen Chester for q few
moments, and that my darling was dead,
and that you, her babe, and Chloe were left
behind in Northern town, the name Of
which he had forgotten, in the charge OF
woman whose name had entirely escaped
him. Oh, it was dreadful, dear, and you
can not know how / monrned and grieved
for you both. Then Chester was wounded,
and your grandfather was sent home a
corpse, though, thank Heaven! not mutt
lated one, and my cup of sorrow was full. I"
"Poor, poor little grandmamma" said
Isabel, caressing the white hands.
s'After the war was over we had all we
could do to accustom ourselves to the Dew
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