Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1895-05-16

window, on the sill Of which the de
ceased had spent so many sunny hours
In peaceful meditation upon the folllcS
of mankind and the wisdom Of the
feline race.
The grave had been properly dug,
and Evcrard laid the cat IN 1t, and
having covered him with vcrdant
shrpld, reminded Lillian that mourncrS
always turned from the grave before
the painful ceremony Of shovelnG in
the earth was performed; and Lillian
was obcylng this SUGGESTION when she
discovered the hitherto unnOtlccd pres
enc Of u messenger, who handed her
a tr!ngrum,
81, took It without suspicion, and de-
Iayed opening it until she had spoken
IL Endly word to the messenger, ana
directed the gardener 80 take him to
thu ,,Itchcn for rest nnd refreshments
~ he had moi caused me such bitter
On " she sAid. turning To Henry, ana
ref ring to the cnl, Willie she broke
open the envelope, 81 should not nave
loved him half 50 much"
ear old Mark We shall not look
upua his Ike again. He did indeed
give the world assurance Of Il cat"
He was not looking ut Lillian, but
into the grave. and was startled by II
low cry Of Intense agony, and, look.
Ing up, saw her staggcr with blanchrd
face against the mulIlon IF the win
dow. where the roses bloVmed round
her head.
Evcrard dropped the spade ana
came to her assistance, and she gave
the paper with the terrible tidingS into
his hand
"rhc dean died yesterday afternoon
In tho cathedral" was the brief, stern
announcement.
My father, oh, my father how shall
we shield himH" cried Lillian, recover
Ing her feet, but trembling all over.
81 always open his kilograms to sp1rc|
him"
Evrrrd said nothi ~. but crashed
the paper licrrrly IN his pocket, while
from the force Of old habit hc took
his spade again aud completed HIS
task, NO longer careful to spare ILL
ANS feelings, but stamping the earth
resolutrly down, and planting the dis
placed flowers upon II. Thea he threw
the spade aside with deep gronn.
"lf he could but have spoken to me
once only once. he said.
"lIo got your letter, dear said
Lillian. in her usual tones, though her
white Hips uuIvcrcd, and she still shook
all over; "lhcrc IL comfort In that
Eyes, he must have got 1t. He could
not have been too III to read IT, In III"
cathcdral,' oh, Lillian, he might have
died that night! Thor" was probably
some heart disease. What did he
think OF his seizures"
"Mere nervous excitement. He did
not consider himself H. lie had adj
vice. oh, Henry, my father"
at will he a blow"
1T will XIII him! lie Is rccblcr than
you think, How can he bear this"
Dearest" said Eycrard, with iniiu
lite tenderness. at Is but dcalh, rcmcm-
Der. lie might have heard worse It'd
ings."
"My poor Cyril, Yes. If he could
bear the consequences of our misdccdS
alone, each In his own person, how
much less sorrowful life would be-"
"And how much less joyous, Lillian!
All. my dear, this must be faced, and
We must take what comfort we can"
Then they took counsel together, ana
decided upon assuming that the dean
was very III, and that they were sum
moncd to him at once. They could
then nccustom Mr.. Mataud's mind
gradually to the loss, and cNtngulsh
hope by degrees until they arrived at
BclmiuSter, when II would no longer
be possible to cherish any doubt
Evcrard took upon himself the pltc-
Gus task of breaking the news. while
Lillian made hurried preparations FOR
their departure He went with n beat
Ing heart to the study door, and
Knocked, and then II came Hike llGht
ming across him that he had 50 gone to
that room eighteen years ago. Ia re-.
ccivr, and not Ia give, Ill tIdugS
When the gentle priest lifted his
white head with u pleasant smilr FROM
the book over which he was bonding,
he could not but think OF the awful
look with which he had greeted him
on his last entrance, nor could he
quite forget the bitter injustice done
to him then for Cyril'S sake. 1t scrmrd
a terrible rrtrlhution for the guilclnsS
man. whose only fault was too great
n pride In his gifted son. Everard felt
as II his heart would break. He could
not speak. hut sat down and burst
into tears. tho only tears shed for CIV
ri In his home. The fact that he, ana
no other had to deal the aged father
this cruel blow. on the very spot whore
so cruel n blow had boon dealt him
through that dead mans fault secmrd
an awful coincidence.
Mr. Maltland's face changed; he was
In mood to anticipate calamity but
he took II very gently.
lis II lllian%" he asked In faint
voice
Everard shook his head