Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1894-12-20

my rotbor's heart was not delusion. '
Can you pity-pardon" ialtered
Mira. Walsingham,
Eyes. ] forgive you for all-for
months Of blank, hopele IL grief all
because of what you have told me lo-
night. II you had taken this secret to
the grave II | had never Known
should gave gone on steeling my heart
against my darling; | should have
thrust her from mo, left her mother
less to this cruel world an thought
that / was doing my duty, Yes, | for
give, You have wronged me cruelty;
and IL was heartless, treacherous,
abominable, what you did ut Schc en-
esthal; but ! forgive you all for the
sake Of this Blessed moment, May
God pardon you, as do.
"You are an angel" sighed Mrs.
Walsingham, stretching out feeble
hand, which Constance pres ed ten
| derby in both her Lwn, Dea,h Is u
great heale q b gone wrongs, "And
will you forgive tho friend who brought
you your own child, believing that no
was bringing upon you stral ger, a d
who eXperimentalized with Your ma
ternal love in he hope of winning you
from the grave?"
"You mean S + Cyprian Davenant?"
said G MS ance.
Eyes"
81 felt angry with him when my
father told me what he had done; but
am sure all he did was done out of
affection for an old friend. | have
nothing to forgive"
81 am glad 10 hear you say that Sir
Cyprian has re urned from Africa after
successful expedition. He is in
Rome.
Constance's pale cheek grew shade
paler
HE is in Rome, and has paid me
many visits in the sick-room. He has
talked IT, me of your geatlene ss--your
divine compassion. But for that ! do
not think that should ever have had
the cou age to send for yCu-"
IL thank him with all my heart, eX-
claimed Constance.
LET your lips thank him, too, said
Mrs. Walsingham, touching the spring
bell on the little tab b. her side.
She struck the bell three times, and
at the third chime the door opened
and Cyprian lavenant came in. 1t
was he who had withdrawn quietly at
Mrs. Sinc.air's entrance, and whom
she had mistaken for the doctor
"She has forgiven all, said Mrs,
Walsingham. "You were right when
you called her an angel. And now let
me do one good thing on my death
bed Let me be sure that the rest Of
her life will be bright and happy, that
there will be q strong arm and true
heart between her and sorrow. 1t
will help to lift the burden from my
conscience If can be sure Of that.
Constance spoke not word, She
stood before her first lover blushing
like a school girl. She dared not lift
her eyes to his face,
Happily there was little need of
words.
Cyprian put his arm round the slen-
der figure, in its dismal black dress,
and drew the love of years to his
breast. God has been very good to
us, my daring" he said. May He
never part us any more. | think He
meant us to live and die together"
Constance did not question this as
sertion. Her heart mutely echoed her
lovers words
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In the early spring of the following
year Davenant awoke like the palace
of the Sleeping Beauty, and the com
Portable cd servants, who had grown
fat and sleek during their period OF
comparative idleness, reioicel and
made merry at the coming home Of
their master They had known him
from his boyhood, and to them this
raising up of the cd family to more
than its former prosperity was like a
personal elevation. Even the neigh.
boring villages had their share the
gladness, and thore were more bon
nres and triumphal arches between the
railway station and the park gates or
the evening of Sir Cyprian's return
with his beautiful wife than had ever
been seen before by the Oldest inhab.
liant
Baby Christapel was waiting to re-
ceive them on the threshold of the old
oak-paneled hall; and Martha Briggs,
Respondent in new silk gown, de-
clared that this was the happiest day
of her life--an assertion which James
Gibson, the gamekeeper, resented as d
personal atfront.
"Bar ore, Fatty" he demonstrated
q should think your own weddipg-day
ought to be still ha pier"
mo, it won't. cried Martha, decid.
edIy; "and I think you ought to know
Jim, that | would never have given my
consent to get married if my mistres:
hadn't --"
set you the example, cried James
ample 1t is, too. Sir Cyprian has
pro Missed me the new lodge at the
south gate-fve rooms and a scullery
That's the missus' doing, I'll be bound,
THE END,
Old Superstitions.