The Springdale news., 1889-10-18
MIRIAM.
The Romance 0i H8ath81ll91igl Hall
By AIaNDA L. CKoCkER.
 COPYRIGHT, 1Ss0.
CHAPTER N.-coNrtsrED.


 But when the housrkecper put her with cred hand, trembling With increased aglta- tion, on the rim of the lastreHersed portrait. lfeIt thatI was to look on the face of Miriam. A deft movement of the trembling hand. l lowering of the crimson cord and the proud, beautiful features of my friend un- happy child swung over b the dim, dreamy fight of the long, silent gallery.
 "An this wan is the pHir, proud hearted ehiider of me Leddy ParciYal, - sobbed Glarkson.
 Miriam, '' l said, aeryouslr
 ''fhe same, ma am replied Peggy, choK- ing back q 500. while her warm Irish heart ached for the vision of the proud face which had nestled on her bosom ill years agOne
 Should 1 tel her of Miriam3 Hooked into the smolderng ire of the eyes on the can- vas. and caught the answer as If by intui- ton. No!
 The picture fascinated me strangely. There was something about 1t so ineXprcss- ibly sweet, yet so proud y sorroWful Withal, that my whole soul went out to the sad, im- perious woman, buried, as t were, at Bay view, with more ferVency than eyer before
 What q tale those frnlyshut lips might unfold could they speak. What q dcafth of paternal affection, @hat loneliness Of fife could the Miriam beyond the sea reveal ii she chose to tell i al!
 And this WIS the portrait, then, was to carry homo with me, and l, as yet, had n0 plan to assist ne in keeping my rash promise.
 Poor eirl.a 1 said softly, as Garrison turned the face to the wall once more. Daughter of my friend, and come to thls: her proud face turned 10 tae wall n the hall of her ancestors
 could not trust myself to say more, aud Clarltson led the way to a corner, where the shadows were fitUngly the thekest, and startled me by saving iH curious tone: "An' here is the masthur, ma. .tln, a hanglH' all alone; all alone! The Leddy Farelyal Hiver had her p0rtait painted. Sine would nivcr sit for it, ma'am, and she vas per fectiy rMght in it, too, afthur kuowin' oy the fhroubles coomiH' down on her daugh- ther from the long loinc of mistheries. She didn't want her face to appear in the Hay thurIeigh gallery, at all, al ull"'
 Clarlson s last sentence gave me all idea, and I could almost have shouted for joy al the promising proposition, but controlling myself with an effort, remembering in tune that it must be matured, gave my atten- tion to the tace of Sir Rupert.
 Clarkson drew back the crape covering ard put aside the window curtains in order to let in more light A gleam of sunlight fickered for a moment across the painting. Truly he must have been gruf and Cbsti nate, judging from the heavy froWnlne brows and sinister-looking eyes beneath vet under the unCompromising exterior faneied 1 could see deep, corroding grief that, blighting his life in it's prime, had mixed for his remaining days the Wormwood and the gall "
 And this IS he who roams about the HaHH' I questioned, taking my eyes from the stern eountenauee on canvas and turn ing to Peggy.
 She nodded in the affirmative, and drew She erape back over the portrait of thc "masthur of Haythurleigh, as she woule say. anu together we left the gallery.
 We had now been over the Hail, with the exception of few apartments of mo i'll therest at all, and the library. To this last named room we turned our attention. Il