Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1893-07-14
Like No Other Love.
by Charlotte M. Braeme.
CHAPTER I. II

Aho uoCtorS udu ueparteui Jnere was
no need for them to lnger The rec
tor offered up prayer-had told the
dying man OF the love and peace
awaiting him in another and happier
world and had taken his leave with
fast-falling tears; and one by one the
servants of Sir Antony Carew had
been to say good-by to the kindest
master who had ruled at Firholme
Castle.
''fie cannot live another hour" the
principal doctor had said as he left
but three hours had passed. and still
the Angel of Death stood by. with
sword appraised to strike yet struck
not. Sir Antony had asked that he
might spend his last hour alone with
his wife and child-alone for the last
time ON earth with the woman he
loved with Il supreme love. He had
much to say to her that no one else
must hear
Are you sure that you can bear it,
Lady Carewp' the rector had asked
when her husbands wish was made
known to her. You have never been
in the presence OF death"
Il would bear much more than
that for his sake p" she replied; and
the rector went out leaving them
together
The spacious and lofty chamber in
which Sir Antony lay dying, faced the
west and the rays of the setting sun
streamed through the windows. 1t
was a bedroom fit for prince.
Over the mantel.piece were some OF
Grinling Gibbons finest carvings; the
ceiling was painted the walls were
covered with priceless tapestry,
woven by the fingers OF the long dead
ladies OF Firholme telling tie story
of the dion hearted king and the
golden haired Bercngaria-ta tapestry
that sir Antony valued more highly
than any of h ; heirlooms. More than
once had his fair young wife sug-
gested that il shou be removed and
the walls hung with modern pictures
but sir Antony told her it would be
'sacrilege," and the word frightened
her. The furniture and decorations
Of the room were more mo 5ern.
Through the open windows was
waited the fragrance Of hawthorn and
lilac. and above the murmur of the
evening breeze, above the song of the
birds, was heard the dull murmur of
a waterfall. Sir Antony had asked
for the windows to be opened and the
hangiugs TO be drawn back that he
might see the sun set for the last time
on earth.
The sunlight fell upon the dark
head OF the lion hearted king " upon
the fair appraised face OF Berengar a,
upon the martial figures of knight
and squire it fl cked with gold the
superb carvings it cleaned upon the
fair head OF Sir Antony's wife bent
upon bis breast and took the ghastli-
ness OF death from his face.
Sir Antony Carew had gone forth
that morning a strong handsome man
in the prime OF life; and he had been
carried home at noon to die. Against
the advice OF every one, he had gone
out on his new thoroughbred mare;
and, as had been anticipated, she had
thrown him His spine was injured
and he was paying the price Of his
obstiracy with his life.
Mildred he said as his young
wife sobbed on his breast Il want
you to listen to me. You know that
have often spoken to you of the curse
of the Carews' Listen, love; j have
not long to live, and | have much to
say. The curse OF the Carews' has
been upon us one and all and that
curse has been simply self-will. 1t
killed my father who ventured out to
sea on stormy night; and as every
one must have foreseen, it has killed
me. | had ample warning but per-
sisted and my self-will has LAID me
low. But little Carlos Mildred-this
no rible curse must not be laid upon
him too"
How can I help it?" she asked;
and. when she "a sed her face, it could
be seen that she was quite a girl--a
lovely, weeping fragile girl.
Il will tell you" he replied Il
can see now. as | lie dying how it has
been with US all. You must begin
while he is quite young; you must
conc uer, while he is n child that
terrible self-will that in after year
must otherwise be his run
But how can | do SOP" she in
quired. wringing her hands ''Oh.
Antony. do not die and leave me this
taskr'
My darling. it is easier than it
seems he answered. Begin at the
beginning. Do not give him every
thing he asks you for. when once you
have refused never afterward yield;
aud let him know always that you re-
fuse and grant on principle, not from
caprice You understand Mildred?"
Yes" she said. sobbing bitterly.
But how shall do all this without
you to help meP"
He sighed as the golden head
OF the girl-wife dropped more
heavily on his breast She
was so gentle so tender of
heart; the white hands that chung TO
him in that solemn hour we're little
able to hold the relns of sovereignty.
Alas! that he could not stay to train
this noble little son OF his"
Mildred, darling you must remem-
Der how often. when great men are ON
their deathbed. they d g content and
happy because they leave all they
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