Tombstone epitaph., 1891-01-11

aiYnself When knew him to bo at scrs distance bali opeDed my eyes, and sev 70 Ey s0rr1F that he appeared 10 be try ing 10 open the window Suddenly he iezisi-si. and 1 heard hJn5 ugurmaF. No. shis side won't do want her Co fsll snto the moal and then be wen find her The bedroom siudow's the one
 He turned hts steps toward the bed. room. which adioinsd
 sprang Co ms feat gaineA tAe aSss=
 which opened into the hall. as supposed snd found myself in long dark eorTi dor Down this l ran until ] reached narrow staircase leading upward Ag ouiEing fear lent wings 10 my feet gained the upper aaor. and went swiftly down a long corridor which ran the length of the opposite wing of he house. hoping to iiisd some maid servant door sjar, for lt was impossible to leave the boGse in my present dress, or rather. uadress
 Fortune favored ma At the far end was a large closet, or, more properly. sIrssiiii fo0ni, around tns walls Ot which were hung the servants Sunday dresses appropriated one of these, a black shawl and plain bonnet. the veil of which wOaid serve to mask me well
 felt no fear as glided down the three long tiights of oaken steps which fed 10 the back entrance hsli. ard in ten min utes gained the high road which skirted the park walk ] set out brsyely for my three miles walk 70 NJ, where l could take the earliest train for London Here knew could dispose of one of my plainest rings to pay my fare to the city
 in M posted one line 10 my mother
 When l can foEgiys you. wrote, you shall see me again
 My disappearancs was hushed up. but l
 afterward learned that Lord Silurian. my
 mother and one other moved heaven and
 earth to find me Two handsome rings,
 by which might have been traced, l sold immediately in London. and long before
 the money thus gained was exhausted
 1 had been introduced by young woman
 who lodged in the same house with me to
 A manufacturer of artificial flowers He gave me work. and thus l lived. if such
 an existence can be called living. for three years.
 Strange to say. my lsr,dlady ~an.e from near Limestone Towers, and through her learned that the Silurisn heir was gen srally supposed to be queer" st times. and always dull, brutal and heavy; that his unfortunate mother had been mad for years, and that some poor young lady had : s.,allY married Lord Trenton. but had Jeff him the next day never to return. Ono evening. more weary and down hearted than usual, wras dragging my
 tired limos slowly honeward after the days work, when a passing hanson stopped suddenly. from which sprEng a young man. who seized my arm, crying
 Thank God. Olive, you are found al last"
 It was Jack Beaumont. Jack, good dear, handsome as ever.
 ''Oh. Jack. cried. breaking down ana sobbing pitifully: tell me all about them, mamma and the girls. only don't tell them where I am else they will want me to go
 back 70 Lord Silurian, and l can "sveI forge; him. never
 ''Old scoundrel' ! should think not, But he cant modest you, dear Olive: now that bis miserable son Is dead he has nc more authority over you than have" ''Desdl Jack. l cried
 Yes. three months ago. An, Olive naughty giri to hide from me If YOU l knew how l have suffered.
 On any twenty first birthday became l Mrs John Beaumont. My mother 10 this i day thinks herself the Rggrisyed party | and has to remember that my purchase i money enabled her to find suitable hus | bands for all her girls before she ean for ! give me for refusing to profit by her ex ! eellent bargain Evening Wisconsin