The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1899-12-19

began.
Eyes, I do mean to dress up as the
statue, and trust to God for the rest.
Quick! let me have the clothes and
keep the servants away when my father
comes back.
Trembling with their eagerness the
two women hurried upstairs and en-
tered the bedroom. Ellen's eyes filed
with tears as she noticed her belong
lngs just as she had left them.
In few minutes she stood looking
like n vision from another world, 50
unearthly was the effect of her pallor.
Then, as the hour drew near for Lord
Chesham's return she moved quickly
down the stairs and stood on the mar
bic pedestal, initiating in every way,
| save for the lamp, the disgraced statue
The house was quite stIll, and the
loud, sonorous ticking of the great
hall clock was the only sound that could
be heard
Then there was noise "a of wheels,
and the bell rang. A turnkey, mag
niticent in plush and silk, flung open
the door, and the master of the house
came i'll.
lie walked to the library. and as he
crossed the hall, from sheer force of
habit, he looked up the stairway.
Heavens he muttered, frowning,
''who has dared to put that statue
back?"
The light was shining brilliantly on
the motionless figure as he stared up
at 1T with food of varying emotions
surging across his brain.
As he gazed to his amazemcnt tears
began to triclilo down the checks of
the statue. Then he understood, and
slowly and half-Unwillingly he walked
up the stairs.
Still no movement of the figure I'M
TIL he came quite close and held out
his arms. She crept into their encir-
cling embrace and chung to HIM as
though fearful to once more lose him.
The Rubicon was passed, and no
word of forgiveness or reproach ever
passed his lips; only he felt n great
thankfulnoss fer her return.
and where is hc?" he whispered,
still holding her tight.
Starving and ill, father. Quick!
Come to him ere he dies!" she painted,
looking up at him with her mothers
eyes.
Come downstairs, Helen, child.
We will go to him at once"
Together they walked down the stairs
and he struck gong. The footman
who came stared in alright at the girl
in her long draperies.
Telephone to the stable to send up
my carriage at once-do you hear, at
oncel" The mar vanished.
"Where 10, sir?" asked the footman,
when the father and daughter were in
the carriage.
'Redman's Row, Whitcchapel.
High street." said Lord Chesham.
You could have knocked me down
with blooming feather" said the man
to the coachman, as they drove away.
The laundering knock at the door
of No. q brought Mrs. Jones tremb-
ling TO the door. In silent ecstasy
she saw, as she afterward declared.
"a real live lord, blue ribbon and all, p"
walk up her bare staircase, while Mrs.
CarstaiCs ran on ahead as though all
her fatigue had gone.
Lord Gresham said nothing as he
saw the tiny rooms, but his hawklike
vision was strangely blurred for q
moment.
I've given him some hot soup,
num-" vheezed Mrs. Jones, and
he's quite sensible now"
And so lie was; for they found Car
stairs weak, it is true, but in his right
mind.
Wrap him up in the blankets" the
old man said, and I'll send up John
to carry him down"
But, father--' she began.
Don't talk to me, Ellen. I'm going
to take him home-eh, Carstairs?"
When the invalid was safely en-
sconced in the carriage with his wife.
Lord Gresham spoke few words to
Mrs. Jones.
"I'm man Of few words, madame. "
he began, "but / wish to tell Won thut
/ am your debtor for your kindness to
my daughter. Your future will be
my charge, and to the end of my life
| shall thank you for your considera-
ton TO n couple Of"
"Mere children, my lord, said Mrs.
jones.
Quite so. Good night"
And he held out his hand.
One wonders which of the four was
most happy on that eventful night.
The dodgers Of Rcdmau's row thought
that Mrs Jones was; but--who knows?
answers.