Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1904-10-20

| and the society papers romped, a!
Desmond called their enthusiasm
about the splendor of the place and
the beauty and popularity of it,
mistress; but before the first Of the
guests came the earl and count Isl
paid a visit to Sanford.
They went by themselves, and were
only an hour and half in the place.
They did not go to inspect the con
valescent hospital at Lydcote, nor die
they make single call.
But they walked slowly from the
station, by a narrow path tina. led tc
the stone quarry.
In the silence, they both stood and
looked down at it, then they turned
and made their way to the town.
Passing through the street, they
halted for a moment at a con
fectioner's shop. where on a cold
bleak evening a certain homeless:
wanderer had shared his last coppers
with still poorer tramp and her litcIe
ones.
Then they made their way to the
churchyard, and stood beside a grave
1t was not monumental pile oil
granite, but simple little grave upon
which single snowdrop was bloom
ing; a type of the pure, white-souled
girl who slept beneath.
A plain white marble slab stood al
the head of the modest grave, and on
it were inscribed the words:
Nellie. Faithful unto death"
That was all.
Lady Carr-Lyon knelt down. and
gently and reverently laid a wreath OF
Christmas roses beside the snowdrop;
then, still in silence and hand-in.
hand, they left the churchyard.
With remarkable regularity, at In,
tervals of a month. Desmond received
letter bearing the Boulogne post.
mark.
1t was never long epistle, and its
purport was always the same.
1t came from Major Meddon, and it
never failed TO remind Desmond that
he was his son-in-law, and always con.
tanned a request that Desmond would
send his poor father-in-law sometimes
ten pounds, sometimes twenty, some
times a hundred.
And, as unfailingly, the money was
sent. What the major did with it re-
manned unknown, until one month the
usual letter did not arrive, but in its
place a note from one of the majors
friends, stating that the gallant old
gentleman had fallen a victim to a
severe cold. which was the writer's
polite phrase for drank himself 10
DEATH"
Desmond went over to attend the
funeral, and as he stood beside the
grave and watched the men throw in
the last spadeful of earth he drew a
long sigh, for her felt that with the
old man who lay there was buried the
last remnant of the bitter past; that
the last shadow in his darling's life
had passed away, and that nothing
was left to darken the future, which,
with heavens help, he would make
bright for her as the MONDAY sun.
In due course came a young, a very
young, guest to Caresford; one who
was made very welcome; for, indeed,
he was the son and heir
81 suppose you'll call him Desmond,
my dear," said Lady Warner Hes
a beautiful boy, and wonderfully like
his father!" which was scarcely com
plimentary to the earl, who stood look
ing, with a half-smile of suppressed
pride and joy at his first born.
Thank you, Lady Warner, but I've
always noticed that baby only con,
tinues to resemble his father while
he is in all the splendid ugliness of his
first youth; when he gets presentable,
people exclaim at his wonderful like
ness to his mamma. Oh, yes, Wen
call him Desmond, eh, Kate?"
Clifford Desmond" she said, in a
low voice.
Later came little girl, to keep my
young Lord Clifford company, and
again Lady Warner suggested the
name.
'Of course you'll call this angel
Kate!" she said, hugging the little
morsel, with all an old lady's ELUSIVE
ness over the last born.
"Of counsel" said Desmond. and he
glanced at his wife.
A faint shadow passed over her
pale, sweet face, as she took the little
mite in her arms and bent over it.
Il only know one angel" she said.
in tremulous voice; she shall be
called after her"
No one spoke or inquired what that
name was. for they knew she would
answer-"Nellie."
The End.