Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1902-04-29

| each others lives-on this condition we
part, and forgive you
you are right, as you always are, he
said. humby. Il thank heaven and
thank you for my pardon. Let me kiss
your hand once before you go, Irene
She laid her hand on his lips lightly,
and then went away.
That night she slept the soundest sleep
that had ever visited her eyes since the
day at Beechgrove ON which he had first
told her that she was not his wife,
Vengeance is mine, and | will repay
said the Lord
These words haunted her until she
slept. Assuredly if ever heaven had
wrested vengeance from any human
hands it had from hers.
He was better in the morning, and
Lady Estmere was beside herself with
joy. He told the story Of his accident
to her then, and how, when he was dy-
ing almost of despair, the little white
dog that had belonged to the duchess
came up to him and began to lick his
hand.
Then the idea came to me-" he said,
''to tie my handkerchief round his neck /;
l felt a certain hope that it would be
SEEN
But said his wife, II cannot think
why you wear that ring on your finger,
or where it came from"
II found it in the woods he said,
''and L mean to keep il. 1t viii remind
me of all l thought about while l mag
ined myself to bed yiag there"
What did you think about, Hulbert?"
she asked, curiously.
That il heaven would but spare me,
my darling, / would be better man all
my life long he said.
You are a good man now" she said,
with the faith so natural to a loving wife.
But l will be better. darling" he said,
with a long shuddering cry: Il learned
my lesson while l lay all night in the
lonely woods. Kiss me. Lira-I am going
TO sleep"
The duchess told her husband that her
nerves had been terribly shaken by the
accident, and that she should like TO go
to the south of France for some months.
They could leave Saxonhurst at the dis
posal of Sir Hubert and Lady Estmere
until he recovered.
Sir Hubert kept his word faithfully to
the duchess; although the duke demurred
at first, and was hurt at his GOODNESS, he
refused every invitation sent to him. He
never saw beautiful Saxonhurst again.
Whenever he could avoid meeting ths
duchess he did so; but there We're times
when the exigencies of society compelled
them to meet Then they exchanged but
few words, they never shook hands, they
never looked into each others faces; each
knew of the other secret more binding
than death.
To Sir Hubert and Lady ,Estmere
came blooming sons and fair-faced
daughters, in the midst of whom Lord
Gerant the great statesman, grew young
again.
The duke had no children at his death,
which did not happen until many years
after Sir Hulbert's accident. Lord and
Lady Waldo succeeded to the title and
estates. Irene was still in the very pride
Of her peerless beauty when she became
one of the richest widows in England,
and then her life became a poem. She
did more good than any woman in Eng
land. Her father went to live with her
on the beautiful estate of Glenheld, which
was one part of her rich inheritance.
Irene's wishes were granted to her. She
helped the needy, she nursed the sick,
she taught the ignorant, she comforted
the sorrowful.
She must, however have married again,
for in the Royal Academy of this year
hangs her portrait and underneath it one
reads the name of Irene, Marchioness of
Weston"
And the Marchioness of Weston is at
this day one of the most popular. beau
tiful and beloved women in England
(The end)