The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1895-09-26
FORGIVEN AT LAST.


In the center of one Of the loveliest o.
Eomersetshire Coombes rests in all tho
stateliness of antique architecture the
immortal home of the ancient family OF
Luttren. One mellow evening in early
autumn there sat looking out to sea, with
sad and anxious faces, Walter Luttrell and
his bride.
''And SO, Walter, :" murmured the girl,
i'there is no hope Of your father relcntiEgs
Walter, have been cruelty selfish, and
you, my darling, should not have sacri-
feed so much for me-
Don't grieve, dearest. Bear up. The
fate is hard, tbs true, but better thus, and
SO go forth and struggle with the world
than to be separated. Come, we will meet
the future bravely, and in America there
is no family pride to mar our happiness
Walter Luttrell was the only child Of
Sir Walter and Lady LuttIell, who looked
upon alliances of their blood with all ex-
acting exclusiveness.
During a summer vacation in his uni
versity career he had been the sole occu-
pant of his fathers house. She was the
grandchild of his fathers gatekeeper. BE
took his fate in his hand, and hushing or
evading all Maud's scrurles presented
themselves before the rector of a distant
parish and were wed, with the prOviso
that the marriage should be kept a secret.
But almost the first guest who entered
his fathers halls after his parents return
was no other than the kindly rector who
so recently had officiated.
So the decree went forth, and Walter
Luttrell, as a discarded, penniless man,
babe adieu to the home of his ancestors
and sought consolation in the love of his
plebeian bride.
For seven OF eight years lost sight en-
tirely of the friend of my boyhood, and the
story of his fortunes never reached his
home. His mother had died, and gloom
| hung around the mansion
I had long become d permanent resident
| of New York. One wet, boisterous night
! I jumped On the front platform of n crowd
ed street car on my way home. 1 was alone
with the driver, whose manner of talking
to his horses as he stopped and started
rather attracted my attention.
'You don't appear exactly at home with
| this kind of driving, 1 remarked.
81 am not a professional ccachlnans " he
replied, with an English. accent.
How far do you go before you change
OFF, inquired.
81 change close by, at the station"
got off and watched for him as he
came out again and turned to 60 home in
the pelting, pitilcss rain. Overtakiug him,
stepped up, and slapping him on the
shoulder exclaimed:
"Luttren, how are you, old boy?''s
elbow came you to call me that name?''
he half angrlly answered, starting back.
my name is Loring--but, by hea7eui
can it be? Oh, Frank, how glad 1 am TO
see you'll
In an up stairs room, in dilapidated
tenement, we found the bride of his youth,
pale, but still beautiful, budding close Co
her three little children.
'My old college chum, Maud" he said,
answering her inIui-i1lg glance
My first Impulse was to get them out OF
their present wretched abode and into q
respectable house ant1l other arrange
ments could he made.
I obtained for Walter some employment
more BETTING his education, but as his
prospects here were by no means Aa:IesiEg
l struck upon another schrlne THAT il sue
cessful, would aid him efTecs ualiy. I was
on tho eve of making Il periodical visit to
a connection whose estates in Somerset
shire adioined those Of Sir Walter, and
proposed 20 Walter and Sfnud to take over
with me THAR little son Waiter and try if
through che child q ACCUMULATION could
not De Effected
Tho I:!Jle fellow and I set sail and
reached our destination without incident
of any kind and one Sri ghu summer morn
ing took ann 10 pay my resi- ects 20 the
old baro1>et. OF course with his us Ial par
TALLY for Children he retted the hey, who
dISNSf6tl W Ills Aitilt---iJY PREVIOUS
- Walter Henry alsd I was encouraged
to observe that tns mel,t:ua of tho name,
in conjunction with the ltttle fellow 5
bright, swartliy face, sent papg through
his heart.
81 was very harsh" he said ''to my
Walter and row his poor mother is gore !
feel sadly alone in tho world. Would to
God he would write And the miserable
old man sighed as ho turned toward thf
lawn whore the little boy was playing.
saw at once that Sir Walters pride was rhe
obstacle to first concession, and stappina
out on to the lawn resolved to make ou1
coup without delay.
1 called the child to mo and gave him
some flowers, with Instructions to takG
them to the barop0t, and likewise what liz
was to say. The child approached hil
knee, and holding up his little face said:
'Here are some flowers for you, deai
grandpapa."
That one word was sufficient. Tho trutI
flashed through his mind, and gathering
him to his bosom the old man cried ovel
him as though he was himself child. -
New York News.