Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1907-10-03

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His eyes glistened as he spoke;
there was hard, cold, cruel look up
on his face, that nurt me even more
, than his words. He neither 81 oke
nor looked at me, and l have never
seen him since. | turned with tremb-
| ling steps from my husbands magnifi-
cent home l do not remember how
| time passed. / asked a servant, who
came from the house, the name of it's
master.
Mr.. Fulton he replied; and then
l knew that Stephen Hurst had chang.
ed his name.
my husband judged me rightly,
Hilda. He knew I should never claim
through law or justice what he did
not give me from love. l could have
taken revenge; / could have covered
his name with infamy; / might have
! stricken the smiles from his hand
some face, and have held him up to
! scorn and shame; l might have done
these things, had l not loved him.
4 Even then I would have laid down
my life to serve and save him"
The faint voice grew still weaker,
and Lady Hilda, caressing the white,
beautiful face, prayed her to rest.
81 have little more to say, my dar-
ling" replied Magdalen Hurst. 'T
must give you one warning. Your
| father would like to discover you now
He knows you were adopted by a
wealthy lady. He knows Lady Hutton
was my friend. If he should hear that
you were her ward, and see your face,
so like mine in its youth, he will claim
you as a child. Avoid all chance of
meeting him if you can. have heard
that new and strange gift of fore
sight comes to the dying; it has
come to me, and l see trouble for you,
my darling, from his hand"
/ Il must bear it, mother, patiently, as
you have done" said Lady Hilda
Death was drawing near; his awful
shadow cast an ashen pallor on the
face of Magdalen Hurst, and dimmed
the light of her eyes.
I there should come to you as there has
come to me, a wonder why should
have SUFFERED, so young, so innocent
so unconscious of all wrong, promise
me to remember that all those things
that puzzle us here will be set right in
another world. l shall soon know
why my life has been so sad and
sorrowful"
AS the shadow fell more deeply and
darkly, the golden head OF the young
girl lay near where her mothers hand
could touch the loved face. Lady
Hilda was not frightened; she had
seen death once before, and knew its
power. All fear, all thought, was lost
in the one great knowledge that she
was with her own mother at last.
Hour after hour passed, and the sha-
dow deepened: there was no more
words, for Magdalen Hurst's strength
had failed her. Until sight and hear
ing were closed for this world, her
child, and she listened to every word
that fell from those pure young lips
But when the grim presence stood by
her, she made one great effort
eff ever you see him, Hilda,' she
murmured, tell him I forgave him,
and loved him and blessed him as l
died.
And then the aching, wearied heart
was at rest Death left strange beauty
on the white face; the closed lips wore
"a smile as of one who had found
peace. Warm tears fell from Lady
Hilda's eyes as she crossed the white
hands over the quiet breast, and
smoothed the long veil of golden hair
from the white brow.
Goodbye, mother" she said, press
ing her warm lips on the cold, dead
face: goodbye. You were lost to me
in life. and found in death. You will
sleep well until join YOU
Mrs. Paine came up when she heard
the sick woman had ceased to suffer.
Il am glad she sent for me-" said
Lady Hilda in cold, calm voice, that
startled her as she spoke; "she nursed
me years ago, and am her only
friend"
Mrs. Paine saw nothing peculiar in
that, but she wondered why Lady
Hilda shuddered when strange hands
began to touch the lifeless form.
Let some one come and stay with
you." she said. 81 Will arrange all the
payments. Let the funeral take place
on Tuesday, and let her be buried in
the churchyard at Oulston. You can
attend to it, | suppose?"
Mrs. Paine was eloquent in her pro-
testations.
She has lodged with me for many
months" she said, but l do not know
her name. What shall say when l
ask for the pepers?"
A crimson flush covered Lady
Hilda's face. Was she, her beautiful.
deeply wronged mother, to lay in
nameless grave? 40. it could not be
plain stone might mark her grave,
but those papers should bear no false