Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1894-12-06


OF measles or some other infantile all
ment, in the MarchbroOk nursery,
What was his establishment when he
found @ Instance pacing the lopg
dreary drawing-roJm, pa o, with two
burning spo 5 on her choeks,eyes bright
with fever.
"My dear Mrs Sinclair, what is the
natter"
Everything" cried G nstar co. my
poo, husband / dead, and on his death
bed wro. 20 me a lettor telling me tho
cruel truth. Your wicked pot has been
discovered. Yes, wicked for all lies
are wicked, You can not do evil that
rood may come OF 1t. You saved my
life, perhaps but what q life. TO and
that / have lavished my love upon an
imp0st)r; that when thanked God on
my knees for His bounteou1 mercles,
had received no graci us gift. He had
shown no pity for my sorrows; but you
you and my father had played at
Providence, and had pretended TO Ter-
form q miracle for my sake, 1t was u
cruel, infamous deception,
1T was designed 10 save your life
and, what Is even more precious than
life, your reason" replied Dr. Webb,
wounded by the harshnes3 Of this at
tack. But whatevo, blame may at
tach to the strategem, you may spare
me your censure. | had nothing to do
with it. The German physician, whom
your father b Ought here, was the adj
wiser from whom the suggestion came.
He and your father carried it out be-
tween them. had nothing TO do but
look on, and watch the effect OF the
shock upon you, That was most
happy"
dThe German DOCTOR said Con-
stance, wonderingly. "Yes, / remem-
Der him family, as If it were dream
that winter night. He made me sing,
did he not; His voice had a mesmer-
zeal effect upon me. | obeyed him in
voluntarily, His presence seemed to
give me comfort stranger though he
was 1t was very curious, And then
he bent over me and whispered hope,
and from that instant ] felt happier,
And it was all mockery after all; it
was trick. Tell me who and what
the child IL. DR.. Webb.
81 know nothing Of her origin. Lord
Clanyarde brought her to Dayenant,
That is all can tell you, ."
Fool, fool. fool" or ed Constance,
with passionate self-reproach, to take
an impo tor to my he rt 50 blindly to
ask no questions, to bell We without
proof or witness that heaven had per-
formed a miracle for my happiness,
What right had / to suppose that
Prov dence would care so much for
me?'
"You have great cause to be thank
full for the restoration of life and rea-
son, Mrs. Sinclair" said the Doctor,
reproachfully =,
Not if life is barren and hopeless!
not if reason tells me that ! am child
less"
"You have learned to love this
strange child. Cannot You take conso-
lation from that affections"
mo; | loved her because | believed
she was my own. It would be treason
against my dead child to love this i'm
postor."
"And you will turn her out.o(-doors,
[ suppose, and send her to the work.
house,"
II am not so heartle as that. Her
future shall be provided for, bat shall
never see her again. l have sent her
to Hastings with her nurse, who adores
her
"That's fortunate, since she is to be
deprived OF everyb sdy else aflec-
ton"
There was q spice of acidity in tie
doctors tone. He had attended t o
child in various small illnesses, had
met her almost daily riding her tiny
Shetland pony in the lanes, and enter
tanned q warm regard for the pretty
little winning creature, who used to
purse up her lips into a rosebud for
him to kiss, and had evidently not the
least idea that he was old and ugly.
"Since you can tell rue nothing, [
shall send for my father" said Con-
stance; "he must know to whom the
child belongs.
81 should imagine so, replied the
doctor, glad to feel himself absolved
of all blame.
1t was a painful position, certainly,
he thought, He had anticipated this
difficulty from the beginning of things.
He was very glad to take his leave Of
his patient, after ha2arding a plati-
| Iuu5 VI bWO ny WuN vi tOilop'uUlOii'
Lord Clanyarde was in Paris enjoy
ing the gayeties of the cheerful season
before Lent, and making himself ex-
tremely comfortable in his bachelor
room at the Hotel Bristol, He had
married all his daughters advantage
ously and buried his wife, and felt that
his mission hal been accomplished, and
that he was free to make his pathway
to the grave as pleasant as he could
From January to March he found his
aged steps travelled easiest over tho
asphalt Of Paris, and a. poor Con-
stance was happy with her adopted
/ child, he felt no scruples against laav-
ing her to enjoy life in her own quiet
way.
TO BE CONTINUED
Work of White Ants.