The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1892-10-05
THE RETURN.

Five minutes ago l drew the windos
curtain aside and let the mellow sunse;
light contend with the glare from tn,
girandoles. Below lay the orchard Of
Vernon Garth, rich In heavily lowered
fruit trees Ibnder inedlar, here
pear, next quir,ce As my eyes, unac
customed to the dag, blinked rapidly
the recollection came OF scene forty
five years past, and once more beneath
the Oldest tsss stood the girl loved
mischievously plucking yarrow, an6
despite its evil omen twining the
snowy clusters in her black hair.
Again her coquettish words rang In
my ears: make me thy ladyi Make
me the richest woman in England, and
promise thee, Rupert, we shall be the
happiest of Gods creatures" And re-
| membered how the mad thirst for gold
filled me; how trusted in her fidelity,
and without reasoning or even telling
her that l would conquer fortune fol-
her sake kissed her sadly and passed
into the world. Then followed com.
plete silence until the Star OF Europe,
| the greatest diamond discovered in mod.
ern times, lay in my hand-a rough, un.
polished stone, not unlike the Jumps OF
spar had often seen lying on the sandy
lanes Of my native country.
This should be Roses own, and all the
others that clanked SO melodiously in
their leather bulse should go toward full.
filling her ambition. Rich and happy
should be soon, and should not marry
an untitled gentlewoman, sweet In hei
prime? The twenty years interval Of
work and sleep was like fading dream.
for was going home. The knowledge
thrilled me so that my nerves were
strung tight as iron ropes, and / laughed
like a young boy. And it was all be
cause my home was to be in Rose Pas
calls arms.
Icrossed the sea and posted straight for
Halkton village. The old hostelry was
crowded. Jane Hopgarth, whom l re-
membered as a ruddy faced child, stood
on the box edged terrace, courtesying
in matronly fashion to tho departing
mail coach. An alteration in the sign
board attracted my attention; the white
A1AACo htt0 OCCn pttlllbcuOftI WIFI d lllItI
and the name changed from the Pascal
Arms to the Lord Bishop. Angrily,
aghast at this disloyalty, cross ques
toned the ostlers, who hurried to and fro,
but failing to obtain any coherent re-
plies was fain to content myself with
mental denunciation of the times.
Twilight had fallen before reached
the cottage at the entrance of the park.
This was in q ruinous condition. here
and there sheaves in the matched roof
had parted and formed crevices through
which smoke filtered. Some of the
tiny windows had been walled up, and
even where the glass remained snake
like ivy hindered any light falling into
their thick recesses.
The door stood open, although the
evening was chilly. AS approached
the heavy autumnal dew shook down
from the frs and fell upon my shoulders
A bat, swooping in an undulation, struck
between my eyes and fell to the grass
moaning querplously. ! entered. A
withered woman sat beside the peat fire.
She held a pair of steel knitting needles
which she moved without cessation.
There was no thread upon them, and
when they clicked her lips twitched as
If she had counted.
Some time passed before recognized
Roses foster mother, Elizabeth Carless
The russell colors of her cheeks had
faded and left sickly gray; those
sunken, dimmed eyes were utterly I'M
iiis; the bright, black orbs that had
danced 80 mirfhfnlly. Her stature, too, 4
had shrunk. Twas struck with wonder
Elizabeth could not be more than fifty
six years old. had been away twenty
years; Rose was fifteen when left her
and had heard Elizabeth say that she
was only twenty-one at the time of her
darling's weaving. But what changed
She had such an air Of weary grief that
my heart grew sick.
Advancing to her side ftouched her
arm. She turned, but neither spoke nor
seemed aware of my presence. Soon,
however, she arose and helping herself
along by grasping the scanty furniture,
tottered to window and peered cut.
Her right hand had crept to her throat;
she united the string of her gown and
took from her bosom pomander set in
q battered silver case. cried out. Rose
had loved that toy in her childhood.
Thousands of times had we played ball
with it. Elizabeth held it to her mouth
and mumbled 1t as il 1t were o baby's
hand.
Maddened with impatience, caught
her shoulder and roughly babe her say
where i should find Rose. But some
thing awoke in her eyes, and she shrank
away to the other side of the house
place. followed. She covered on the
fioor, looking at me with strange hor-
ror. Her lips began to move, but no
sound issued. Only when crossed to
the threshold did she rise, and then her
bead moved wildly from side to side,
and her hands pressed close to her
breast, as If the pain there were too great
to endure.
ran from the place, not daring to
look back. In few minutes had
reached the balustraded wall of the hall
garden. The house looked as If no care.
full hand had touched it for years. Ths
/ elements had played havoc with its
oriels, and many of the latticed frames
hung on single hinges. The curtain of
the blue parlor hung outside, draggled
and faded and half hidden BY q thick
growth Of bindSood.
With an almost savage force raised
my arm high above my head and
brought my fist down upon the central
panel OF the door. There was no need
for such violence, for the decayed fas-