The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1903-07-16

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: u had enjoyed a rerliable triumph
: Her face was flushed and smiling. an
: de stu held in her hands the grea
+. bouquet Of roses-her fayotite flower
which had been given her as she lefI
the platform. She vas recalled 10 hei
surroundings by the voice Of her maid
. Fanehon.
There is telegram for madame OF
. The table" she said. Denise picked !
. ~: il was addressed 10 Mrs. Fielden,
which was unusual She MAS know
20 the London world and her friends a
Madame Elena" Size opened it sharp
ly. Il was brief and 70 the point:
I think it Is right 10 let you know
that the boy is seriously ill-MichaeL
unconsciously she crushed the mess
axe in her hand and Der thoughts heW
10 the Lincolnshire village where IL ia !
been written. She saw again the fiat
fen.land. the long stretches Of empty
wastes. which she Lad grown 10 lldthe.
almost 10 fear; ali the grayness and bas-
reHHess which were 50 antagonistlc L.
her gay. beauty-loving nature Then tn
scent OF the roses smote her sharply
she saw The luxury Of her own sur
r0undings. the signs Of taste and mon
~ everywhere, and turning 10 the maid,
size cried:
Bring me an \. b. G. and pack a
bag am going into the country"
Shall | attend, madame
No. | don't know how long shall be
away. viii write Her lips twitched
as she thought of the fashionable
French maid in the bare manorhouse
with old Hannah for company.
Il wonder IL he is really very illT'
she pondered. as she sat in the train.
I think Michael would scarcely have
f sent for me unless he were. The meet
ing will be as awkward and uncomfort-
able for him as for me. Poor little Mich
ael-what a name to give child!-l
wonder what he is like now? He was
not pretty or interesting child. re-
member he was always crying"
There was no one to meet her when
she arrived, but that she did not expect,
though the village fly had been sent TO
the station on the chance Of her com
ing.
After drive of nearly an hour she
recognized a familiar gateway; she re-
membered the old coat-of-arms cut in
the stonework. though she could not see
1t now, with the motto, Il live! die"
Yes, that was all the Fleldens had been
doing for generations. Ii was decay
ing race, and they had not had the en-
ergy, or perhaps the power TO stop the
ruin that was creeping ON them, and
he man who lived there now had grown
sour and bitter with his baked life.
Master is upstairs" old Hannah said
distantly. in reply TO Denlse's greeting.
HE hoped you would excuse him com
ing down. but the child Is very restless
/ tonight. and can't well be left If you
will please to sit down and take some
thing l will tell him you are here" And
she opened the door of a room where Il
+ frugal meal was laid.
! Il don't want anything thank you"
! Denise said, hastily. Il will go up at
/ Ouce IL may diih pcioiS iinHhhh
could raise any objection she was half
way up the stairs.
She heard a murmur from the oak
bedroom, where the head of the house
was always born and where most Of
them had died. and tapping lightly on
the door she went In. No one had heard
her, and for an instant she stood as
though arrested on the threshold. What
a great room 1t wasl And how solitary
those two figures looked In it,
81 am sorry to trouble you" the man
said, getting up as she moved. Il ain
afraid you have had long, firing jour
ney; but thought You ought TO know
you did quite right" she said, thick
ly. What pltiful, little shrunken form
it was, looking almost lost In the vasi
oak bedstead, of which Ii was a tradl
ton that each successive Fielder should
carve a panel, so that 1t had always
seemed to Denise q weird resting-place
belonging TO the dead rather than the
living. She had woke up more than
once on a moonlight night fancyini
ghostly fingers had come back to flnisl
what here and there had been left In
complete.
"0h, you poor little soulr' she cried
a sob In her voice, and the next mo
ment her arms were over the bed, an,
/ the little figure was gathered to he
breast, where she crooned over ii, call
: ing her baby, her little Michael, whom
4 she had treated so badly, reproachinI
5 herself and showering soft kisses Of
the wan face In the same breath.
c HE is very weak you must not ex
: cite him." warning voice said. Sh
! had forgotten that any one was there
+ and the calm, measured tones were Tx
! rebuff. The old feeling of restrain
, and fear held her for a moment, bu
: the mother love, which had woke up 70
h the first time at sight of the forlor1
: suffering child, rose stronger than any
lhing else.
Il shall not hurt him." she said, hole
J ing the boy close to her breast "Se'
be is already more content" The llttl
. face certainly looked less tired an
, troubled. and one wasted arm had gon
I up around her neck, while he made hin
self at home as a matter of course
. those unknown arms.
/ HAS he been long like this?" sh
. asked. you ought TO have told n
q before"
Q lie was never strong, as you may r
+ member" he answered eoldly. II
! loos not take after my family; he pint
,or warmth and sunshine, as you di