The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-05-24
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81 think can tell a bad, designing
woman when l see her, though" went on
Miss Dorothy, who was always uneasy
when the Rev. Peter had been at Brscken-
ford, for he had given no hint to his sisters
yet that his friendship with Miss Sinclair
ness, now, of Lady Ennismore's-but you
think her good-looking, don't your
"Yes, | think she Is very good-looking,
Dorothy"
81 don't, then; and think, moreover,
she's one of those hussies who try TO make
fools of men by fattering their vanity.
Oh, see through hern
Again the rector sighed a little ruefully,
and then he smiled, and looked kindly at
his sisters visage.
''she has quarreled with me, Dorothy"
he said.
''Oh. has shea That will just be some of
her tricks warrant herl Don't you have
anything to say to her, Peter"
II never see Ter now" answered the rec
tor, quietly; and this reply was great re-
lief 10 the mind of Dorothy, who went up
stairs to tell her elder sister the news.
Peter has had the good sense at last,
am thankful to say. to let that Miss Sin
clair ses that he means to have nothing to
do with her, said Miss Dorothy, and
and Miss Prescott, who was aiIing,
lifted her head, which was enveloped in
flannels, from the back of her easy chair.
"How do you knowW she asked.
'Ob, got it from him by talking abont
her,. He says she has quarreled with him,
but doubt that; it's just like Peter to say
nothing against her. declare believe he
would say nothing against black beetlew
Poor Miss Prescott laughed, but terrible
pang through her aching jaws soon changed
her mirth to a moan.
"It's very WE'LL" she said, and 30 sank
back again in her chair, thinking more of
her own ailments, poor soul, than of the
kindly brother, who had supplied her with
every comfort.
That night, about II o'clock, a summons
came from Brackenford to the rectory that
Lord Ennismore was dying. The sorrowful
news, though SO long expected, came as a
shock still to the rector, who hurried out in
the semi-darkness beneath starllt sky, to
the stately home, over which now hung the
dismal shade of death.
He went to the lighted chamber and stood
by the bed, round which were gathered the
wife and children of the dying man. But
he recognized the rector as he entered the
room, and made a sort of movement as if to
raise his hand in welcome, but all strength
had gone from him. But the rector took
the chill hand, and knelt down by the bed
side and PRAYED earnestly aud fervently for
the passing soul.
Lady Ennlsmore did not join in the
solemn words. She stood there, gray and
fearless, as though turned to stone, with her
sunken eyes ever fixed ON the changed face
lying on the pillows. The two girls were
crying silently, and little Pats hand lay in
his dying fathers, and as the rector finished
his petitions Lord Ennismore spoke few
last words in his husky death-stricken
tones
watch over him." he said to the rector,
looking into the pretty frightened face of
his little boy.
~ will" answered the rector, fervently.
"And Katherine" faltered Lord Ennis
more, turning his eyes to where the woman
stood whom he loved SO well.
But as he did SO the light died out OF
them, and with faint. struggling sigh Lord
EnnismoTe's spirit passed away.