Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1899-02-01
By Marion v HolLis'I
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me sound OF :.sr siiver-s....., laugh wns
heard more than once.
Ihen came Christmas, and II was nv
lady's whim that Mrs. Rivers should be
her almoner-should give away blankets,
coal. wine and beef. in her name; and in
al those charities Rupert assisted, until
the boys attachment to the Royerness
was smiled at everywhere.
1T will never hurt him." said his tutor
once. NO boy of his age could be any
thing but better for the companionship
OF good and pure woman. Mrs. Rivers
Is that. and she 10, besides, Q lady In
heart. mind and manners. The h-- will
vim by every visit he pays to the schoo
Sttage."
Il think" said Rupert, one snowy day.
as he sat with Mrs. Rivers in the warm.
| cozy little parlor Of the cottage; II think
that II ever ! were to have q bad illness.
l should like you to come and take care
Of me. Wsuld your
Il hupe you VIII never have any Illness"
ahe said, the mothers heart filed with
vague, quick alarm.
IF do," he said gently, II should ask
my father to send at once for you"
Long after he was gone she pondered
over those words. II ever he sent for
her, she would have to 60. How could
she bear to return, as a paid, poor, name
less dependent, to the place she had en-
tered as a beautiful, blooming bride?
Winter passed, and the springtime
came again; the trees began to bud, the
birds to sing; and then Lord Selwyn
wrote to say that he was coming home
with her ladyship. There were grand
preparations at Selwyn Castle, and early
in the month Of April they returned.
Still Lady Beatrice never came near the
schools, and Mrs. Rivers began to won
der if she had offended or displeased her;
yet that could not be, for large baskets
of fruit and flowers were sent continually
from the Castle. And one morning early
In May, Rupert rode over to the cottage.
! How we'll she remembered that day in
/ after years.
! MRS. Rivers" he said, "I have come
, to tell you the news, because I thought It
| would please you. Come up to the Castle
, and see my little baby brother!'
She looked at him agasht, the color
going and coming in her sweet face.
what do you meanT she asked.
1--WE are all 30 pleased" he said. Lady
Beatrice has a beautiful little son, SO that
! have brother now, and mean to love
him with all my heart.
Like wildfre the welcome news few
over the neighborhood. Lady Beatrice
Selwyn had q little son. She had care
fully refrained from even, aging one
word, and people were taken By surprise.
the heir Of Selwyn.
Lord Selwyn was very pleased. He
was fond Of children; he liked the music
Of their pretty laughter, the innocent pratt
tie, the amusing ways. 1t was a delight
to him to think that once more he should
hold a baby boy in his arms, once more
teach baby lips to speak. And II he was
pleased and proud, what was the happy
mother? She had not the tenderness that
distinguished Violante; her heart did not
overflow with love for the helpless, inno-
cer, child in her arms. But she was
prous Of him, fond Of him, in her stately
way. There was one drawback. This
beautiful boy, so strong, DO healthy, her
own son. was not heir of Selwyn. He
had no proud rank to sustain, no grand
position to hold in the world; for him there
was no title. no estate; he would never be
anything save younger son, with a small
income, and the thought Of 1t was gall and
wormwood to Lady Beatrice.
She was difficult to please in selecting a
name IO0 QeI CullUs 0uO CbooC A%dHNCiot,
after much consideration. Lord Lancelot
Selwyn. in olden days, had won great
fame as a warrior, and had made his
name famous through all the land.
Envy is a weak word to describe the
Jealous anger and gnawinS. bitter hatred
that filed the heart of Lady Beatrice for
the heir Of Selwyn. Her own boy was a
beautiful child, fair of face, noble and
generous of disposition; slightly inclined
to be tyrannical and imperious, yet loving
and gentle when his little fits Of anger
were over. He resembled his father eveD
more than Rupert did.
1.-The pity of it" as my lady often said,
"that he, descended from a noble line on
his mothers side, as we'll as his fathers;
that he, who resembled SO closely the
master of Selwyn, should not be its heir.
She detested this interloper, this grand
son of a country attorney. this son Of
plebeian mother She hated him with all
the scorn Of a passionate, proud soul.
Had little Lance never been born she
would have tolerated Rupert; but, side by
side with her love for her own child, grew
her intense and angry hate for him. She
was obliged most carefully to conceal IT.
Lord Selwyn would never have permitted
from any one living the least unkindness
to Violante's son.
No one knew better how to inflict a
wound than Lady Beatrice Seiwyn. She
had n way of speaking to him-a quiet
.a rcasm. n killing contempt-that stabbed
the boy: yet careful was she that there
was no word ever passed her lips that
conld be repeated to his father.
She made his home SO uncomfortable
that no went oftener than ever to the cot
tase. Lord Selwyn just at that time was
hnsilv engaged in some political business
and was very often from home. Lazy
beatrice cared little where the boy spent
his time, provided it was not with ner.
So. when his days lessons were over
Runert would mount his pony and gaiiop
owsv He never tried to explain. eTen TO
h;mseIf the attraction that took h,m u
|, AZ. Rivers. He liked her gentle -oice'
, ai,.,rs hushed and low; her quiet. grace.
! srI manner. her soothing words. he hkeo
, hor IN net him, to indulge him; 10 ST.
, 49, after hour. telling him tales tnat re-
..;,d.d him of his mother-he knew not
INV or how: stories of great men anu :,
! 80. deeds. true heroism, and grano
se1t.devotiou. Those quiet hours IN tne
.ummer cleaning, with the loneiy iAeS
,rhor, he was growing to love 80 dearV'
!, S;d more toward forming Ruperts cnarac-
tor than all the hours Of study;
uo went there one day when Lazy pea, ;,
|. ..;oo had been very unkind to him. Loro
Sa,wvn was away, and she had reiuseo
, :" .,inw Rupert to play with little Lance,
? avon IN ace him-refused nim W. VIZ.
%ord. OF % that II repeated. lost all their sting;
: vet the look that accompanied 'nem wa
bitter a. death. rAv Raatxice
It vas not often eeAt AO~s