The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-05-24
CHAPTER XVI.
A LAWYERS VISIT.

The news of Lord Ennismore's death was
known in town the next morning, and
Francis Roche heard it with a strange sem
sation in his heart. Col. Roche also was
not unmoved, and George Roche was greatly
excited.
"Theres nothing now to stop us putting in
our just claims" he said to Francis.
"Yes," answered Francis, I'VE must con-
slider Lady Ennismore."
"She's not Lady Ennismore, my dear bow
she's your mother, Mrs. George Roche"
said the jubilant man.
I'VE must consider her before everything
else" said Francis; ito disturb her in her
present grief would be contemplate and
unmanly."
And had he seen her his pity and consid-
GRAFTON for her would have been greater
still. When Lord Ennismore's last breath
had passed away, she on whom his dying
gaze had been fixed, staggered forward and
fell down by the bed with moan, as though
che had been struck by death.
They lifted her up and carried her from
the room, but when the doctors succeeded
In restoring her to consciousness, the strange
look of anguish in her eyes was terrible to
behold. In vain the rector spoke to her of
holy peace and hope; in vain ter children
gathered round her, and kissed her and
prayed her to be comforted.
She spoke no word, but lay there still,
With that awful look ever on her face; and
during the days that followed it was al
ways the same. She showed no interest in
any of the sad details that follow the foot
| prints of death. When the rector talked
| to her of the funeral she shivered, and that
was all. 1t was finally deemed best by the
doctors that she should not be disturbed by
these things, and the rector and the family
lawyer, Mr. Beale, made all the arrange
ments.
But the night before the long PROCESSION
bore away Lord Ennismore from his home,
she suddenly reused herself.
II want to look again upon his face" she
said in hollow tones. addressing the rector
BEST not, my dear lady," answered the
rector, gently.
Yes" she went on, trying to raise her
self
"Dear Lady Ennismore, it is too late, I"
| said the rector soothingly.
| She looked at his face and seemed to I'M
| ders.and, and with moan sank back, and
| from that hour spoke not another word until
the funeral was over, and the kindly genial
lord was carried to his grave.
The next day, however, it became abso-
lutely necessary that she should make GER
tain arrangements, and for this purpose Mr.
Beale, the family lawyer, and the rector
sought an interview with her. She did not
| refuse to receive them, and when once or
| twice Mir. Beale spoke of the interests Of the
Little Lord )" as he called Pat, so strange
an expression fitted over her white, hag-
gard face, that the LAWYER conided in the
rector's ear. after they left her, that he
feared her brain was affected.
THE shock, Pm afraid, has DESTROYED her
reason to a certain extent" he said Poor
lady II II is so. it's terrible thing for the
children"
And during the evening the rector had
reason. he believed. 10 think that the law
yer's idea was a right one. for be received a
message that Lady Enn smore wished TO see
him, and whea nc arrived at the hall be
found her walking up ard down her
room, evidently in a state Of strong excite.
ment.
81 have something TO tell YOU" she said
addressing the rector without further cere-
mony
"Yss," be said, kindly. "Can help you
10 nDy wayf
mo Que can help mel am past hslp,
she answered "bus when MF. Beale Sas
here this mOrniEg be spoke u little Patrick
as Lord Ennlsinore
That was only natural. the little fellow
has, Or course, Inherited Bis fathers name 81
'No" cried Lady EBnsmole with slddeu
passion aud emotion, and abs agpR W her