Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1895-10-31

family within herself:
/ Surely she Is IN ignorance Or the
! history 81 the past; she does not
know. she cannot know everything
surely he lid not send her to old
/ frlars III order that She might hate NE
ii my dasolate old aee.n
i ''Do YOU hate me. Allclat' sail Lady
! Psnrth. suddenly. her gras head bent
Al size stood before tie girl.
/ For reply Alicia had fallen sobbing
On her granlmatherfs neck.
NO, no" she whispered incoher-
emily II do not hate yeui pity YOU.
IL mean to try ID he IN affeetianate
graudchild 10 yon. Lady Penrith'
4 HEAVIER bless sou for II, my dae-
lingi" was the broken response.
Blt they were eaimer now, and
Allcla's tears were dried. They hal
a1uch u talk about, much to sign
over, as they sat here in the tower
room strangers no longer, the black
oak-noor rejecting the rnddy fire
light the tapestry hiding the window
Alicia told her grandmother then alt
that SHE could recollect Of her some
what singular childhood, Of their
home iii London, which had been
bright and beautiful enough, Of her
fathers desult0ry artistic life, and
the few chosen artist friends whom
he had loved to gather about him-of
his death from a sudden cold. Of her
subsequent grief and loneliness IF
her school-days. her studies, and
thousand and one other things, trivial
perhaps In themselves, which be-
longed 70 the years which were gone
Lady Penrith listened very hungriIy
10 the girls simple narrative, noticing
every infection Of the soft young
vice. fearful lest a signal word even
Of the record should be lost. For
twenty desolate years she had been
childless and alone, and now that she
was listening to the voice of Sir Rugs
daughter, Ii seemed t. her, she said
that she was q mother again
Heaven had voucbsafed her great
mercy at last In giving her another
child
You do not ten me Of your own
mother, dear limited LAZY Penrith
! presently trusting, as she gazed ten
DERBY down into the girls eyes. that
It was Sir Rny perhaps, after all,
! really her lost Ruy, and not Alicia
Leigh that looked up at her 80 sor-
rowfully from those mystic depths
and yet those delicate lips, that pen
slve little mouth and chin. Lady
Penrith sighed heavily.
OH why should a ghost Of the dead
past come TO haunt her in the form
of 4 living soul? 1t was unearthly.
! impossible. 1t was the iendish sug-
gestim Of distelnpered cons fence.
this odd improbable fancy Of hers,
! inwardly cried the poor penitent.
What had Alicia Penrith to do with
! Alicia Leigh?
You 10 not tell me of yonr mother,
dear" said the elder woman again.
Alicia had raised her hand as IL ID
screen her face from the fire.
''She died young, she answered.
low and slowly. Il can scarcely re-
member her, grandmother
why why, faltcred Lady Pen
rith did RIy not ehristcn you after
The woman he had married. Alicia r
''tIe christened me- said the girl.
her hand still held above her eyes,
speaking as II every syllable was be
Ing wrnng from her in anguish.
after his first love. He has often
told me that he has often saii that
the name Of alicia was the sweetest
in all the world There Is nothing
that ! can tell you about my mother.
Ii know nothing. Her memory is
rs a sweet dream. as a tender myth.
My father was all in all to me after
she died, and | do not think that
ever once missed he. care
II wish you had port.sit OF your
mother To show me, Alicia" said
Lady penrith. drealnily, looking
straight into the hear. Of tie fiery
legS. Il SHOULD like much TO see a
picture Of my Lads wife"
But tile girl remained mute. never
stirred, anl sileree fell upon the
tower room. profound, unbrokcn, save
for the kissing If the sap in The
wood and the rears 81 the wind Iii
the chimney And vet Alicia Pen
rith was thinking o. d soiled Old
pseket-haok which she counted among
the few real treasures held sacred In
her possession . dogs cared old
book which bore. On nearly every
other page of III Il sketch 81. eolnrpd