Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1901-07-25
CHAPTER Xxx.

On the same day when Rose Lincoln
left Boston for Glenwood Mrs. Campbell
sat In her own room. gloomy and de-
pressed. For several days she had moi
been we'll, and besides that Elias engage
ment with Henry Lincoln filed her heart
with dark forebodinys. for rumOr said
that he was unprincipled and dissipat.
ed, and before giving her consent Mrs,
Campbell had labored long with Ella,
who insisted that ''he was no worse than
other young men-mOst Of them drank
occasionally, and Henry did nothing
more!'
On this afternoon she had again con.
versed with Ella, who angrily declared
that she would marry him even II she
knew he'd be drunkard, adding, but
he won't be. He loves me better than
all the world, and shall help him to re-
FORM
II don't believe your sister would mar
ry him." continued Mrs. Campbell, who
was becoming much attached to Mary.
II don't believe she would either, and
for good reason, too,' returned Ella,
pettishly jerking her long curls. but
for he has never been more than polite
~ ueT, duu tIIut He doSutcu hic was WhoA-
ly on my account"
'She isn't pleased with your engage
ment!' said Mrs. Campbell. and Ella
replied:
"Well, what Of that? It's nothing to
her, and didn't mean she should know
it, but Jenny, like little tattler, must
needs tell her, and so she has read me a
two hours sermon ON the subject. She
acted SO queer. too, didn't know what
to thing of her, and when she and Henry
are together they look SO funny that al
most believe she wants him herself, but
she can't have him-no, she can't have
him." and secure in the belief that she
was the first and only object of Henry =
affection, Ella danced out of the room to
attend to the seamstress who was doing
her plain sewing.
After she was gone Mrs. Campbell fell
asleep, and for the first time in many a
long year dreamed Of her old home in
England. She did not remember it her
self. but she had so often heard it de-
scribed by the aunt who adopted her that
now It came wildly before her mind with
its dark stone walls, its spacious grounds,
terraced gardens. running vines and
creeping roses. Something about It, too
reminded her Of what Ella had once said
of her mothers early home. and when
she awoke she wondered that she had
never questioned the child more concern.
ing her parents. She was just lying back
again upon her pillow when there was a
gentle rap at the door. and Mary How
ards soft voice asked permission to come
In.
Eyes. do" said Mrs. Campbell. per.
haps you can charm away my headache,
which Is dreadful"
"I'll try" answered Mary. shall
read to your"
III you please; but first give me my
salts. You'll find them there in that
drawer"
Mary obeyed, but started as she open
ed the drawer, for there, on the top. lay
small, old-fashioned miniature Of fair
young child, so nearly resembling Frankly
that the tears instantly came to her eyes,
"What is it?" asked Mrs. Campbell,
and Mary replied:
"This picture-so much like brother
Frankly. May l look at it,"
"Certanly," said Mrs. Campbell. THAT
Is a picture of my sister"
For long time Mary gazed at the
sweet, childish face, which, with its clus.
tering curls, and soft brown eyes. looked
to her so much like Frankly. At last,
turning to Mrs. Campbell. she said. You
must have loved her very much. What
was her name?"
ELLA Temple" was Mrs. Campbell
reply. and Mary instantly exclainied:
"Why, that was my mothers name"
"Your mother, Mary! your mother:''