Connecticut western news., 1891-06-10
CANAAN, CONN, WEDNESDAY,

sent tor me to see her boy, an only child, l slowly dying with an incurable disease | of the spine.
 Mrs Eastwell knew before she saw
 me that there was no hope of saving the child's life, but she thought cou,l ease | the pain and restlessness from which he suffered. She was herself an artist, | working in water colors for the large stores that dealt in fancy goods, and en- | broidering most exquisitely. But her child claimed much of her time and at tention. and I knew she worked in hours when she should have shared the boys slumbers.
 Patient, self sacrificing, gentle and
 refined, she filled my ideal of pure wom- | anhood, and I loved her with all the strength of the first love of years. I gave
 her mans devotion, not boys infatu- ation. But I knew that it was useless for me to speak while the child lived. She would have thought it sacrilege to give my love consideration while the mother love in her heart was the ruling spir.S. Love making while her child was dying! could see how she would shrink from the mere suggestion. ''So tried to be content with winning the place of trusted friend, delicately trying to make my presence a comfort and a help to her, and doing all that 1 could to make smoother the hard path the childish feet were pressing. s'One afternoon she came to my office to ask some questions about the little boy, and, as the waiting room was full, took her through the parlor to the front door. As we passed by the mantle piece of the front room she suddenly gave cry of pain and surprise, stopping short before Gfesize portrait of MT. Fanshawe. Her face was white, her whole form trembling, and before I could catch her she gave one cry of 'Fatherr and dropped in dead faint '1t was the old story, Tom. She had loved her husband better than her fa- ther, and eloped with him, never win ming forgiveness. The home she had left was broken up, and MT. Fanshawe removed to another city, so that for years she had not known where to find him, and had never heard of his death. Her husband had taken her abroad soon after their marriage, and she did not know whether her father had ever tried to trace or follow them.
 "You may imagine how like thief l felt when I could calmly consider this story and think of my inheritance-I living in luxury and she toiling for bread! And the money was hers by every claim of humanity.
 ''At once 1 commenced to arrange for restoring the property to her, and know ing her pressing needs instructed my lawyer to supply her with ready money and inform her that as soon as it could be legally done her fathers fortune would be restored to her.
 "Tom, she hatly refused to take it. She had offended her father and had ac- cepted her punishment, and she would not listen to any proposal to accept his money. In. vain urged the justice of her cause. the burden that money so wrongfully willed away from her would be to me. She threatened to leave the city and never return if I persisted.
 While nothing was settled her child died. She grieved as only the mother of an only child can grieve, and yet think I comforted her. dropped all question of the disputed inheritance in those long months, when her loneliness led her to turn to me, her true, loving friend.
 "And so, Tom, when year had pass ed, and the little life was sacred mem ory, no longer passionate pain to re- member, asked her once more to ac- cept her fathers fortune and his heir with it.
 ssWe hooded m 1awvar tban %o ,oolo the transfer, for won my wife without losing my inheritance"
 "And there goes that confounded of flee bellp said Tom rising; 'tso I am of."-Anna Shields in New York Ledger.