The record-union., 1891-07-18
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ache. Nausea, Vomiting, NERVOUSNESS, Sleepl
from change OF diet or water or other causes.
and ono evening, q short time before you
were born, she took notion to so and
meet him as he was riding through the
park. Something had gone wrong in
the hunting field, and he Swore q great
oath, and gave her singing lash with
his riding whip right across the face.
Some of the servants cried 'Shamep but
walked straight up 80 him and slapped
his face soundly; did upon my word,
and gave him peace OF my mind be-
sides. Your mother said never word,
but her face WAS like marble, SO white
and cold it looked, and there was the
cruel, big welt across the poor cheek and
neck"
The silent tears are running down Ro-
Samund's checks, and the houSekeeper
stops 70 wipe them tenderly away with
her own handkerchief, as she proceeded:
That night | was aroused out of my
sleep by your mamma, who was standing
ut my bedside, and asked me to come
away with her as she was leaving High
towers forever. / hesitated moment,
not knowing If IL was the right thing to
do; but the poor young thing seemed so
miserable and so firm about il, could
not refuse. So | hurriedly packed to-
gether a few clothes and quietly we crept
out into the darkness. We Were luckily
Just in time to catch South-bound train,
My mistress had quite sum of money
in her own right and she straightway
bought and furnished 4 neat cottage, Just
in the suburbs of London, where she sell
dom set her foot outdoors, and never
mentioned your fathers name until one
day she showed me paper i'll which
there was an advertisement, plainly show
ing it was meant for herself, and begging
l., =
if she intended answering 1t. She laughed
scornful-like and threw il into the fire,
but for weeks | noticed the same adver-
tisement, and as the time drew near for
us to expect you, took the liberty of an
swering it myself, quite unbeknown to
my mistress, and begging master to come
and find his wife. In day he was at the
door, looking SO sad and old l scarcely
knew him. He took my hand and shook
it almost off. Thank You, Burton. May
God bless you,' he said; and walked
right past me into his wite'S sitting
room. | heard q scream, and then your
papa'S voice, saying: Darling, forgive
me;' and then hurried away-not want
ing to listen, dear. Then shortly after
Your papa came out white as death. l.
was sorry for him, because / knew my
mistress was very stubborn, and felt al
most sure from the first, that she would
not forgive him very easily. He shook
my hand again, though not so hard this
time, thank goodness, and said:
Take care OF her, Burton. She will
not forgive ME, and | cannot blame her,
for / was crazy drunk at the tine
"A sob was in his throat and tears swim
ming in his dark eyes-and very hand
some eyes they were, too, lel me tell you
"a shade or two darker than your own.
~ cannot blame her. herepeated, aud
then he was gone. In a few days after
I NO flT l-T,fNN
how it is, but it seems to me that when a
woman becomes a mother she also be-
comes more gentle, more noble, kinder
and forgiving-at least in most all cases.
At any rate that's how 1t was with my
mistress. AS soon as she saw your pretty
| little face she cried sottIy-the hrst tears
| | ever s&w her shed-nnd kissing your
wee mouth, said My comforts and
! then turning her eyes to me, Burton,
| dear'-she never called me dear before
how / wish my husband could see his
child Then why not, pray?'
hastily replied, then hoping to catch
her while she was in the notion, Let
as she gently shook her head. But the
next morning she called me to her bed
side and said: Burton, / can wait no
longer-l must see my husband
"'Very well, will write said I.
No, no. she replied. / could not
trust letter. Why, Burton, it might go
estray, be lost or delayed. Do you think
l could trust such precious message
through the mails? No, indeed. You
shall go and see him, Burton-my good,
faithful Burton. l will be quite safe here
with the nurse, so give yourself no un-
easiness; and, Burton, listen, tell him /
am longing TO" him, night and day. Tell
him to come to me. | wish to lay my
child in his arms.'
"a great many fond messages she sent
which l cannot now remember. And
with a light heart 1 started on my jour
ney, reaching Hightowers early the next
morning. When | entered the gates
everything around the place seemed
strangely sad and quiet. made my way
up to the servants quarters, and was sur
prised to find some of the women i'll
tears, and the rest all talking in Whispers
And then, after awhile, ! learned that
your papa was dead. He died very early
that same morning of heart disease, and
was found, sitting in his study, with your
mammals picture clasped tightly in his
hand.
II don't hardly know now how l got
back to my mistress. l cannot tell you.
1t would break my heart TO describe the
Joyous light which shone in her eyes as
| entered the room, expecting to see her
husband following me, and the disap-
pointment, as her eyes questioned mine
in their depths. | bent and kissed the
pale, damp forehead, and still she looked
at me without speaking. Oh, such a
dumb, beseeching look-it almost mad
dened me.
He cannot come just yet, DEAR 1
said. Have a little patience But her
eyes never left mine for u moment. They
held me as with a spell.
Tell me the truth, Burton. Tell me
the truth--no matter how bad it is she
moan6d, with her eyes still searching and
searching my face; and so / told her how
her husband had died with her picture
in his hand. She smiled. and, signing
family, pressed you tightly in her arms.
But your mamma never fully regained
her strength, and in the winter she be-
came weaker and weaker day after day,
when she, too, passed away, leaving you,
q four-monthS' babe, i'll my care. And
there, dearie, is all that is to be told"
The girl slowly rises to her feet and
takes the old woman's s face between both
her hands and kisses her lips once,
twice and thrice, and also the brow three
times, and then hurriedly leaves the
room.
Like white dove OF peace snowy let
ter is flying quickly on its way to far-otf
India-a sweet, humble little letter-ask-
ing in pretty girlish words for forgive
ness.
A handsome, sad-faced young officer
is seated in camp idly watching couple
of comrades engaged in lively game of
cards. He raises his eyes, without inter
est, as the mail carrier approaches and
laZlly scans the halt-dozen letters which