The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1897-12-04

shall hear you add, 4 message of forgive
ness. Mr.. Norris?''
Far, far from it! Believe me, all is
made clear TO him. He knows how he
wronged you by his suspicions-knows
he was the dupe of a crafty rogue
He knows all this!"
Gail"
and he sends you to me! This is the
greatest wrong of all! If have dreamed
that one day he would know the truth, |
dreamed also that on that day he would
come to me-that his lips would be the
first TO tell me. l thank you, Mr.. Norris,
for your good intentions; but your zeal
was misplaced. Whatever you found |
suppose might have been found by Sir
Laurence had he cared to look for it. We
will discuss the matter no more. / will
now say good-night-a bed shall be pre-
pared for you"
She was actually sweeping from the
room. | went after her and caught her
hand.
Il have other news-even stranger
news"
My voice must have betrayed my emo
ton. She turned and looked at me in
wonder.
Il have seen your eldest son. l said
Laurence Estmere."
She trembIed and leaned her hand on
the tabC.
valentine is my son." she said. Il
have no other.
~ es,' | cried passionately, ''yOu have.
One who will love you even as Valentine
loves you; ore who has never known a
mothers loye-has never known his moth
or lived until few days ago. One who
from his childhood has passed under a
false name. Oh, cannot you see the
truth? Speak. oh. speak to me.'
Her eyes were riveted on my face, her
lips were trembling as though striving
to find words
why do l come from Sir Laurence
Estmere!' | cried. Because Sir Lau-
renee Estmere and my father are one
because | am your son, Oh, mother, my
sweet mother. think even in my earliest
childhood | can remember no mother
kiss or love. Kiss me, my mother; love
me and bless me, Mother" | whispered,
! sweet mother, you will come with me,
you Will come to my father
4 cannot cannot, he must come to
me-"
You will come, my mother. Shall /
tell You how | left him: He is at the
house from which he drove you forth.
He is delirious-he is calling night and
day for you-you only. Come and save
him.
1t was enough; no argument, no appeal
was needed. Rothwell had predicted
truly; the picture / drew swept all wrong
and suffering from her heart. Had it
been possible, she would have started at
once for her husbands bedside; as it
was, it was arranged that we should com
mence our journey the first thing in the
morning.
On the way to the Dover House we
had inquired as to the health of my faith
err and learned that his condition was GER
tainly no worse. SO our fears on that
score were allayed. Lord RothwelI was
at the door to welcome Us. Ny mother
drew her arm from mine and held out
her hand 10 him. He took it and pressed
il TO his lips.
"Old friend" she said, your prophecy
has 1T last been fulfilled"
| He stopped, and. as a brother might
have DONE kissed her forehead. whisper
ing some words | could not catch She
/ Invested herself of her mantle and bon
! net. she smo0thcd her beautiful thick
white hair, and, womanlike, glanced at
| the mirror.
| Take me to my husband" she said.
! | followed. The door opened. They
| passed through; she left Lord Rothwcll 5
| side and glded to the bed. My father
/ lay there, sleeping calmly. She claspcd
| her hands and gazed at him, then she
| turned to Rothwcll. with an inuriring.
| eager look. lie nodded. She bent over
the sleeper, and her lips touched his fore
| head. His eyes opened. He raised his
! head, and with a rapturous cry of JOY
! threw his arms around her. lie drew
| her face to his and covered it with .-erce
| kisses.
| "Margaret. my sweet-my wife. So
many years-dark and dreary. Cruel,
| Crucl.'
Rothwell took my arm. The tears were
streaming from his eyes and his voice
was broken by emotion.
1T is enough he said; "let us leave
| them So"
| We crept from the room and closed the
| door behind us. Such meeting as this
! was too sacred for even son to wit
ness; but | felt that until life were ended
nothing would again part Sir Laurence
| Estmere and his wife