Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1904-05-05

thousand times--her own son. How
her arms open, as though she would
fain clasp him-how her lips culver
and burn how greedily her eyes drink
in every feature OF his handsome face,
every detail of his dress. Shine on
him blessed sun! That is her boy,
her darling, riding so bravely, sitting
SO stately holding rein with so firm
a hand No stranger, but her only
son. A cry, happily drowned in the
rustic of boughs and leaves, rose from
her lips--a cry that went up to the
Heavens and pleaded for her before
the Great White Throne.
Then a great mist came before her
eyes and dazzled her, a mighty sound
as Of rushing waters filled her ears,
torrent OF love rushed through her
heart, making her tremble like leaf
In the wind, for he had stopped at the
gate, and was speaking to her.
She looked at him helplessly; her
lips parted bit were dumb her eager,
yearnlng evt 3 were fixed ON his face,
her white, iaivous hands clutched at
the par OF inc gate.
81 must steady myself" she thought.
Il must remember by my own act
am dead"
Good, morning. Mrs. Rivers" a
CHEEKY, rich voice was saying; Lady
Beatrice asked me to call and give you
these"
Her own son-lIeaven help herr
her only child! He flung the rens
aside AMI dismounted.
! q will fasten my pony to the gate,
he said "and come inside, If you will
allow me, Mrs. Rivers 1t is very
warm, and have ridden fast"
All If she could but speak to him!
II she might but cry out Rupert,
am your mother! am Vioante
Selwyn" But the white, parted lips
were still dumb.
lie looked at her thought her
strange, sad, and quiet; but the wi.
dow's cap and the mourning dress &C.
counted for that.
You win not spoil me as Mrs.
Browne did, | hope" said the laughing
Voice She used to make such grand
lemonade for these warm days"
II viii give you anything have"
she said with trembling energy.
He looked at her with some little
surprise.
Good and kind. but nervous" was
! his mental comment.
"Will you really come into my
house," she asked family; seeing that
he went toward the door,
THAT | viii, with many thanks for
the shelter" he said leading the way
into the pretty little parlor, whore
Lady Beatrice had vat SO lately. Il
am SO glad of a rest" said the boy.
: throwing himself on the couch. ut
Is awfully hot, Mrs Rivers, how cool
YOU lool, here. | should like glass of
water"
May" she said, softly; 81 have some
thing nicer than that for YOU
AND she ran to the basket, loaded
with fruit, that Lady Beatrice had
sent Her hands trcmhlcd AS she
took from IT bunch Of purple grapes,
and u sunny, blooming peach. She
laid them on a plate. covered a small
tray with dainty white cloth, and
took it to him,
How kind ycu are" he said, eager
"; but am roLbing you"
No, no, she told him hastily; 1t
was a thousand times more pleasure to
her that he should enjoy them
And enjoy them he did She sat
down near. whore she could watch him
eating the luscious grapes. How her
heart yoamcd to him. her fingers
it's clustering curls, her lips burned
to touch his face once only just once
She lowered refund him, she stood neal
him; she could not feast her eyes
enough on that frank, handsome face;
all her soul was In her eyes and ON her
lips
These are nice he said "To tell
; the plain truth, Mrs Rivers, | do not
not many grapes at nome. Lady
, Beatrice THINKS Boys should be brought
M like youag Spartans"
Lady Beatrice" she repeated
Yes he continues my fathers
wife You know Lady Solwyn is not
! my mother he added eagerly.
"Not Your mother gasped the
. white lips
Not your mother" gaspcd The
white lips
oh no" be replied; my own
mother is dead She Was killed in a