The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-01-25

more, That is not very far from Brackea-
The names Of Lynewood and Brackenford
caught Lord Ennismo-e's ears.
"Yon ars talking Of Brackenford, Katiel"
he said Just fancy, Arthur here
Eve been telling Arthur he must
come over 10 Brackeuford next
week and try his hand with the black game
and, Mr.. Roche, shall bs delighted IL YOU
will come aisos Brackenford's wild place
among the hill, but il you care for sport
you can have your choice rhere-the grouse
are splendid this yearn
Francis Roche was only too glad 10 accept
this invitation. lie did care for sport,
and he thought also that Lady Ennismore
was the most charming woman he had ever
met
1--WE go down again Tomorrow con-
tinued Lord Ennismore, still addressing
Roche, "for we only came up on business,
and Lady Ennismore and myself love the
hills, and London is horrible this month,
isn't its Next week you and Arthur
CurzJn must come TO us-it's only q short
journey from Lynewood-some fifty miles
or sou
So it was settled, for In her gracious smil-
ing Lady Ennismore seconded her hus-
bands invitation.
"Brackenford is my old home" she said
to Roche. "When l was a child my father
built the house, and no place suits me and
my children 50 well. am glad that you
are coming to us, MIR. Roche"
II thank you very much for your kind
ness" answered Roche, and almost as he
spoke the sensational piece they had wit
messed came co an end and they all rose to
leave the theater.
Roche and CurLon went first to see IL
Lady Ennismores carriage was waiting, and
as he left the box Roche CHANGED to drop
one of his gloves. Lady Ennismore saw il
fall, and she stopped down and picked it up
and held it under her cloak as she left the
| box on her husbands arm.
They parted with the two young men at
the door of the theater, and then Lord and
Lady Ennismore drove straight TO their
| town house, which was in Grosvenor Place.
| Ii was only half lighted when they ar
rived there, for they were In town on bust
ness alone, and but a day or two and had
very servants with them. But the library
| LADY Ennismores favorite room was pre-
pared for them, and here the husband aud
wife sat talking very happily for nearly an
hour.
Then together, arm in arm, almost like
two lovers, they went up the staircase to the
nursery, which was on one of the upper
stories of the house.
| They had three children, but the two girls
were not with them. The one child who
always accompanied them wherever they
went was their boy-the pride and darling
| of the house. They had been married many
years before this child had been borne tc
| them, and this little heir had been the
one thing wanting to complete very happy
| home.
81 wonder il the boys asleepg' said
Lord Ennismore, as they neared the nursery
door.
'Dear little fellow. hope So" answered
| the mother.
| Then, very quietly, lest they SHOULD
7 waken ths child, they entered The nursery
where amid everything that wealth and love
could procure, lovely rosy boy lay sleeping
in his cot.
He was beautiful child. Golden-haired
and blue-eyed, and he had inherited the
frank and fearless expression Of his father:
| face. The husband and wife stood side by
side looking at him by the soft. shaded light
| in the nursery, while proud, fond hopes for
his future filed their hearts. For this little
fellow was heir not only to his fathers title
but to his mothers wealth. Quite unex-
pectedly Lady Ennismore had become rich
| by the sudden and melancholy death of her
only brother. Thus Brackenford. dear old
home amid the Northumbrian hills. had be-
come hers, and coal mines, and ironworks,
which now brought her In great income,
as they had brought in great income to her
dead father, and to the hapless young
brother who had died in his early prime.
And this boy was the heir Of the new
wealth, and to the old name. He was loved
too with an almost passionate love by his
beautiful mother. and the proud fathers
fond eyes could SEQ no faults in this darling
| son.
"God bless him" said Lord Ennis
more SOFTLY still looking at the blaming
| boy.
"God keep him." whispered the mother.
little guessing of the suspended sword, which
hung over the child's bright headl
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