The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-05-31

you. Miss Sinclair. You remember Miss
Helen Drummond. don't your
~Oh, yes. Of course. You used b. admire
her, didn't youl Well, what has become of
her, for Lady Ennismore has been very mys-
FERROUS about her alsop
hope, answered Francis Roche, still smil-
ing; land some day this will be her home"
Miss Sinclair actual turned pale, for it
flashed across her mind in q moment her
last interview with Helen Drummond be-
fore she left Brackenford, ard how the poor
girl bad evidently resented her interference
about Francis Roche.
This is indeed news, /" she said, quickly.
well, / must congratulate you Mr..
Roche"
Thank you" said Francis Roche, good
naturally; though it must be confessed he
was enjoying a mild triumph over Miss Sim
clair, whom Helen Drummond had always
blamed Cor telling Lady E lnismore about
their meeting in the grounds.
Miss Helen Drummond has been a very
fortunate girl" continued Miss Sinclair,
who had now become anxious to be on
good terms with the future owner of Brack-
enford.
And think myself a very fortunate
man" laughed Francis; 81 liked her from
the very first day we met"
'You have amost taken my breath away
by telling me of all these changes. Poor
Lord Ennismore, wonder what he would
have done il he mad livedP'
That we cannot tell" answered Francis
Roche, gravely, and then he turned away,
and left Miss Sinclair to her reflections
And there was actually a sense Of elation
in this woman's heart at the misfortunes
which happened to a family whose bread
she mad eaten 30 long. But she had never
forgiven Julia Bingham about young Cur
ye.rs h1,- H. 7 l.
more for refusing to listen to her story
against them.
80 this Is the end Of all my lady's PRIDE"
she thought with a decidedly pleasant SEN
sation glowing in her breast land what
will Master Curzon say now TO that for
ward chit upstairss Ishall have the pleasure
Of telling her, at least. what q come-down
has happened to them ALP
And she really did this. At first Julia
Bingham refused to believe her words,
yelled as they were by false commisera-
tion.
my dear. l regret to tell you it is per-
fectly true" continued Miss Sinclair.
Poor little Pat is not the heir, but your
mothers e.1est son, by her first marriage,
Mr. Francis Roche, is, And Of course"
What else have you got tosay, Miss SIN
clairp asked the young girl, raising her
head proudly, and with quivering lips. as
her goyerness paused.
Only that is such a terribly unfortunate
position for you all especially for you girls,
as of course your mother was never really
married to Lord Ennismore. How could
she be, when she had another husband liy-
ing all the timer
Julia spoke not another word. She looked
for moment in Miss Sinclair's face, and
then swiftly and silently left the room, in
spite OF Miss Sinclair's remonstrances
She went straight to her mother, who was
sitting in the morning-roon, and haYing
asked permission to enter, went in,
Mother, have come 10 ask you some
thing she began, and the moment that
Lady EnnismoreS eyes rested on her young
daughters face she knew what the question
was.
Isis it true" went on Julia, her slender
young form quivoring, and her lovely
young face pale with emotion, "that Pat is
not Lord Ennismore-that you were mar
ried before you married my fatherg"
YES, julia" answered Lady Ennismore,
and her pale face flushed; "unhappily it is
true. married when but girl, and this
marriage was secret one, and death | be-
lieved had ended it before l married your
dear father-and only lately have learnt
And is it true what Miss Sinclair said,n
went on Julia, as Lady Elnismore's voice
broke and faltered, "that Mr.. Roche
Francis Roche-is your eldest SONG"
{ "Yes, that is true also, Julia"
"And-and-oh, mother, how dreadful!'
cried Julia, and tears rushed into her ewes.
"Tnen-~e are nothing-we, we-have no
namem
Eyes, yes. my dear, dear child" said Lady
Ennismore, aud she rose and drew her young
daughters slight form to her breast, and
kissed her face: 'you are still my children,
my dear, dear children, and you will all have
large fortunes of your own"
But Julia kept sobbing on. She was
proud, sensitive girl, and this was bitter
blow to her; m ire bitter still when she re-
membered young Curzon. =
Suddenly, however, she lifted her tear
stained face from her mothers breast.
Mother, there is one thing will you do
for mep she sad.
81 will do anything for you, darling, that
cam
"Will you send away Miss Sinclair ,theua
She insulted me. Will you send her away
and get another governessF
Yes, Julia, if you wish it, l will do So"
"Wlll you send her away nowl l will
never speak 20 her again"
IF she insulted you will send her away
at once. o, don't cry, my darlingl Don't
make 1t harder for me to bear"
Poor Julia upon this appeal tried to con-
quer her emotion. She dried her eyes, and
kissed her mothers face.
Forgive me-" she said softly. "But, o.
mother, send away Miss Sinclair to-day"
Il promised to send her away" ans were5
Lady Ennismore, and half an hour later, to
her rage and CONSERVATION, Miss Sinclair
recei' ed the following note:
Dear Miss Sinclair:
II wish you TO leave Brackenford to-day.
as you spoke in an Unbecoming manner TO
my eldest daughter, Julia. And i'll place of
a proper notice / inclose years salary. as
we'll as the money which Is now nearly due
to you. Yours sincerely.
KATHERINE ENNISMOREn
To say Miss Sinclair was angry ut this
curt dismis sal is to give very poor idea of
her feelings. She was simply furious, and
hurried to Julia's bedroom, the door of
which, however, she found locked against
her. She shook it. She called to Julia in
stantly to open it, but she called to deaf
ears.
"You mischief making little wretchi" she
screamed but she screamed In vain. Julia
and Maud had shut themselves in, and moth
log would induce them to take the slightest
notice of the enraged woman outside
Then Hiss Sinclair sent a message by one
of the maids THAI she wished to speak to
Lady Ennismore. But Lady Ennismore
declined to receive her, aud there was,
therefore. nothing left for her but to pack
her trunk
This she did with intense bitterness of
spirit. She had been years and years at
Brackenford. and quite looked upon il as