The record-union., 1891-03-08

if my husband has forgotten his vows and
forfeited his honor, no reason that l
should do likewise" kissing the pretty
matted curls. 'sFor my sons dear sake /
remain. And you, MY dearest, truest
friend, you viii stay near me. am weak
and helpless, and would fain have few
days of quiet"
Indeed will do all in my power to
assist you, so now try to Sleep"
/ made motion TO take the child, who
was slumbering. again, with his head rest
ing upon his fair young mothers white
breast, and his little round dimpled arms
cncircling her pretty full throat.
mo, no." she whispered; 'let him re-
main by my side. | want to feel his in
nocent baby arms about me, and his little
soft body against my aching heart"
With strange ache in my own heart, 1
kissed her good night.
CHAPTER VIII.
So things passed at Glandour Court,
Lady Dora seldom leaving her apart
ments. They were too much occupied
with their own guilty love to heed or care
to know the cause of her secluson.
One morning Simpson, the head gar
dener, notified Sir Lional that he had
found fawn dead and terribly mangled,
but by what, he knew not.
1t looks like a VOLTS work, your
honor, but blessed if / know how a wolf
or any other animal could get into the
park. The gates and all entrances are
always fastened securely"
His master gave the man strict orders
concerning the fences surrounding the
park, and to take double precautions in
the future, for these soft-eyed, gentle
creatures were Sir Lionals especial
pride.
Examine every corner well. 1t must
not happen again." he said.
But, strange as it may seem, upon the
following morning Simpson again told
Sir Llonal the same story; another fawn
had been found mangled and dead.
Sir LlonaFs anger was terrible to wit
ness. He ordered every dog upon the
place shot.
.'Oh, papa, papa" sobbed little Cyral.
don't shoot Trust. lie is my very own.
Grandpa gave him to me. He wouldn't
hurt fly. Please, papa, don't"
But Sir Lional was firm; every dog
should die; nothing could alter that.
The child sobbed, with his little wet
cheek pressed against the dogs shaggy
neck.
''Oh, Trust" he moaned in his sweet
baby voice, with his arms around the
dogs noble head, they are going to kill
you, l know you never done anything
bad, but can't make them believe me,
and you can't talk, poor Trust. l will
try and be good, so can meet you in
heaven"
Poor little fellow. The dog looked up
at the child with its great soulful eyes,
sad with almost human intelligence and
licked the little hands and face sorrow
fully when the man drew him roughly
away.
Come on here, you cur. 1t serves you
right"
Don't you dare call him cur" cried
the child, springing to his feet, his blue
eyes eyes blazing and his little fist tightly
a man, I would xiii you" and then cuiV- -
ering with rage he burst into childish
tears.
"Good-by, Trust, I cannot help you.
am so very sorry. Please don't blame
me, poor Trusty."
The noble animal again licked the tear
stained face lovingly and his halt human
eyes looked into his young masters with
a mute glance of appeal.
The man again jerked the rope sharply,
and with a pitiful howl, poor Trust was
led to his fate.
/ held poor little Cyral in my arms.
His grief was uncomfortable, as he placed
his little fingers in his ears to deaden
the sound OF the fatal shot which robbed
him of lifelong friend and comrade
They are wicked. hate them all.o
Hush, DEAR" said. Surely you do
not hate your papa; and you know it is
by his order this is to be DONE"
Yes, do hate him-worse than all
the rest"
MY pet, you don't know what you are
saying" l replied, shocked and grieved
to hear him speak SO. Your mamma
would feel dreadful to hear you say such
naughty, wicked words. Surely you can
not wish to make her sick again?''
No, no; poor mamma she would cry.
She cries SO much now: Nearly every
night when I go to bed hear her crying.
Why does she cry, Miss Longnus?
him, she might have cause to cry, but"
'Ah, dear heart" said brokenly, "she,
too, had Trust, and it was killed-cru-
ely, wickedly."
The little fellow regarded me with puz-
Zled eyes for a moment.
1t can't be, Miss Longnqs. I assure
owned but one dog in her life, and that
was when she was tiny little girl. 1t
died, and she had it buried in such beau
tliul grave. Its name was FiXie She
often speaks to me about him. He was
not a large dog like Trust, who you know
is a very large newfoundland, but a
very small Prince Charles. Since then
she never cared to own another dog. So
you see it must be mistake. Besides,
why should she wait all this time to cry?
She never used to cry. She never laughs
now nor tells me pretty stories. But it
can't be about the dog. However, I will
ask herr
''No, no, dear, 1 cannot make you un-
derstand. Sometime you may know such
things, but not now. Promise me you
Will not worry mamma by repeating any
thing l have just said to YOU"
Little Cyral grieved long and deeply
over the loss of his pet, until finally Sir
Lional, who probably suffered pang of
remorse, promised him another-a fine
Siberian bloodhound-with strict injunc-
tons. 1t must be chained up at night
But the child never displayed the same
tondness for this one as he did for his for
mer friend and playmate.
Lady Dora's health was growing stead
lily worse day by day, until Sir Lional
happening to notice it, sent to London for
famous young physician whose cures
were said to be remarkable, and who, it
appears, was former classmate with Sir
Lional at college.
CHAPTER TX.
1 was q little startled and deal annoyed
one night by Moilie, the cook, rushing to
my room in search Of Mrs. Dunlap, and
seemingly upon the very verge of an
epileptic fit
oh, Miss Longnose! have seen it. I
am going to die or faint" and straight
way pumped her stout person into NV
light willow rocker, smashing it COM
pIetely.
''Seen what7" demanded severely.
TT" she gasped, shaking with fright.
In the name of common sense what
are you talking about?''
1 was growing terribly alarmed. 1t
was late, being long past IL P. NJ; and
Mollie, knew, was in the habit of in
dulging in little alcoholic spirits behind
good Mrs. Dunlap's back, and 1 hastily
jumped to the conclusion She was threat
ened with delirium tremens. Her face
was ashy pale, and the eyes almost