The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1893-01-14

money which would enable them to
marry and begin married LIE IN conn
tAnd your father was not satisfied
with those promises, salomef ne 1911
lowed her 10 Epglandy
Eyes, and found his love at MARI
combe Hall, over there among the
trees, acting as the countess's maid, he
went boldly to the house and demanded
10 see his sweetheart Then my moth
or had to explain, and in the end my
father was also taken into hisloIdahip's
service. Afterwards they married and
came 10 live here, MY mother aiea
when / was only q child, and since
then my father and ! have lived alone"
oQuite q romance" he said, as she
finished.
mot more romantic" she answered,
than our own love story. what could
be stranger than our meeting? Only
fancy me finding you that morning by
the roadside, your illness afterwards,
and helng carried hereW
"Yes, Il is all very strange" no re-
sponded, his thoughts flying across
country TO Carsland Aall. "Llfe," he
added, as ne atroked her raven hair. us
full Of strange things, Some time, dear
salome, something stranger still may
happen to us, Who knowaT He loved
her very much then, and he was think,
ing OF the Joy she and her father would
experience when they learded that his
father was Sir Nicholas Carsland, the
wealthy owner OF coal mines in Lanca'
shire, Some day he would be able to
reveal the whole truth to the trusting
father and loving girl
A week later the man who called
himself Sydney Birmingham started
work on Lord Marlcombe's estate as a
sort Of underkeeper; and two or three
weeks after that the handsome English
man and the beautiful Spanish girl were
married, Pedro Velazo insisted that
the cottage was large enough Tor them
all, and there the newly welded lovers
settled down to their new lie.
The autumn had worn itself away and
winter was now come. In the woods
the trees stood out in the frosty air
ragged and bleak, and undertoot the
dried leaves lay thick, In three weeks
more Christmas would arrive, and al
ready the rustlcs of Marlcombe. were
making preparations for tho coming OF
that festive season.
sydney Birmingham felt happier and
better in every way than he had done
for years. His beautiful wife adored
him, his life wasipleasapt enough, and
all the old vicious cravings had died
down. He was at last working out his
redemption in quiet and manly fash
ion.
Since his coming to Marlcombe,
Sydney had never failed to read the
newspapers with careful eye, expect
ing-fearlng at tlrst--tosee therein some
reference to his own Disappearance and
the theft Of the jewels,
But that which he sought so diligent-
ly never met his gaze; and as the weeks
sped by he was forced to conclude that
his father and brother-although they
had hidden his crime in the depths of
their breasts-had cast him oil for ever
as one who had slnned and fallen beyond
redemption.
One evening a great. surprise-a terri
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ing glass OF beer in the tavern further
upthe lane when his gaze happened to
tall on that days paper, which lay on
the table. Taking IL up indiferently,
he cast his eye over the columns and
suddenly saw something which caused
his heart to fly 10 his mouth.
There in big, staring headlines, he
read:
SHOCKING CARRIAGE ACCIDENT.
ABARoNET AND Hrs Son KILLED.
IAN accident OF terrible character
occurred yesterday in tho vicinity Of
Thorrell Moor In lancashire. Sir Mich.
olas Carsland and his son Frederic,
were out driving in q harouche when
the horse took fright, collided violently
with wall, throwing out the baronet
and his son, both OF whom were picked
up dead. Sir Nicholas is we'll known
in the neighborhood, as he owned exc
tensiYe mines there, and his sudden
death Is deplored. The death of his
sou, Frederic, Is all the more lamont
able as he was to have been married In
the course OF few weeks"
The room few round like teetotum,
and Sydney fell back on his seat.
(To De coETNUEp)