The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1902-01-23
CHAPTER Xxx.

the nood.
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 not
been WELL and besides that Elias engage
ment with Henry Lincoln filed her heart
with dark forebodings, for rumor said
that he was unprincipled and dissipat-
ed. aud before giving her consent Mrs.
Campbell had labored long with Ella,
who insisted that he was no worse than
ether young men-most Of them drank
occasionally. and Henry did nothing
morer'
On this afternoon she had again con-
versed with Ella, who angrily declared
that she would marry him even IL she
knew he'd be a drunkard. adding "But
he won't be. lie loves me better than
all the world, and | shall help him to re-
form"
~ 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 a good reason, too" returned Ella,
pettishly jerking her long curls "But
can't see why you should bring her up,
for he has never been more than polite
to her and that he assured me was who'll
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
ii, but Jenny, like a 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's |
affection, Ella danced out Of the room 10 |
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 II her
self but she had so often heard 1t de-
scrbed by the aunt who adopted her that
now it came wildly before her mind. with
its dark stone walls, its spacious grounds,
terraeed gardens. running vines and
creeping roses. Something about 1t, 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'm try" answered Mary. "ShaIl |
read to your"
IF 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 |
a small, old-fashioned miniature of fair |
young child, 80 nearly resembling Frankly |
that the tears instantly came TO her eyes.
"What is iti" asked Mrs. Campbell.
and Mary replied:
This picture-so much like brother
Frankly. May | look at III"
Certainly" said Mrs. Campbell. "That
Is picture of my sister,"
For long time Mary gazed Mt the
sweet, childish face which, with its Gins.
terlng 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. Camnholl,s
reply, and Mary instantly exclaimed.
why, that was my mothers name"
Your mother. Maryl your motherYv
said Mrs. Campbell starting up from her
pillow. But no; it cannot be. Your
mother is lying in Chicopee. and ella.
my sister, died in England"
Every particle of color had left Mary's
lhce' ana her eyes, now black as mid
night stared wildly at Mrs. Campbell
Inc sad story, which her mother had
once told her, came back to her mind.
bringing with 1t the thought which had
so agitated her companion.
Yes, she continued, without noticing
what Mrs. Campbell had said, my moth
r. was Ella Temple, and she had two
sisters, one her own, and the other n
Fletcher and Jane
iempie-both of whom came to America
many years ago."
zen me more-tell me all you know"
whispered Mrs. Campbell, grasping
iarys hand land how 1t came about
NAT thought she was dead-my sister" ,
Upon this point Mary could throw no
ght' but of all that she had heard from |
cr mother she told, and then Mrs. Camp. G
en-, pointing to her writing desk, said: c
Bring It to me. must read that let q
ar again."
mury oDeyed, and taking out a much a
,''eu' plotted letter, Mrs. Campbell ask :
,ws: ' n
daughter Jane-I now take this onnor- b
unity OF informing you that Pye lost =
our sister Ella, and have now no child a
wing yourself, who, II you behave well, Y