The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1909-12-02
CHAPTER IX-(Continued.)

Lady Garland arrived post haste at
The Cottage to the help of her orphan
niece. And there were terrible things
in the way of black garments and
dressmakerfs and milliners with Grape
smothered gowns and bonnets, that II
was necessary for Irene to face-there
were orders to give. and people % see
whom she could not avoid seeing;
when all the poor girl wanted Was 10
be left alone with her sorrow; but
that wSs impossible. No sooner are
our hearts torn in twain-than, MAIN
ed and bleeding as we are, we have to
be up and doing-to take up the bur-
den of our life again, and stagger on
as best we may, under its weight.
I'VE will go right away as soon as 1T
IS all over, DEAR" her aunt said to her.
"Of course you cannot live here any
Overwhelmingly your poor dear
mother was only a yearly tenant. so
that the house can be given up at
Christmas with no trouble"
May 1 not stay On here till them
pleaded poor Irene feebly-for she only
desired TO remain near her mothers
grave But Lady Garland would not
MY dear child, it would be the
death of YOU Certainly you must not
do anything OF the kind. We will go
right away TO the sunny South and
cheat the winter. What you want is
thorough change of air and scene, and
complete rest"
Irene wanted nothing. only to be let
alone. But she acquiesced meekly.
Had she not promised her mother IN
her last moments. that she would &C
to her aunt and make her home with
her? and if Lady Garland decreed to
take her abroad. there was nothing
else left for her but to go, too.
The funeral was over the last night
at The Cottage came Everything was
packed up ready for the departure.
The furniture was to be sold by auc-
ton the next day, all but a few treas
ured objects that Irene had pleaded to
keep. and that had already been sent
away to be stored in her aunts Lon
don house. Worn out with fatigue and
sorrow, Irene at last crept YEARLY to
bed. that bed which she occupied to-
night for the last time.
She did not suppose that she should
sleep at all. but oddly enough, no soon
er was she in bed than she sank into
a deep and exhausted slumber. And
whilst she slept, she dreamt strange
iy vivid dream. She dreamt that she
saw Rupert Carroll. not clearly. but
dimly, as one sees a person in fog.
At first she could not distinguish his
figure at all, only the faint outline of
his face and the dark eyes that looked
at her fixedly and yearningly; then.
whilst she still continued to gaze at
him spell bound, the mists that sur
rounded him gradually cleared away.
and she saw him quite plainly, stand
ing in her room between the bed and
the window She started UP in bed
with a piercing cry:
Rupert" she cried aloud, Rupert,
come back. come back,"
Then she heard his voice in answer,
and surely. yes, surely she was no
longer asleep, for the voice seemed to
have a living and a tangible sound.
Irene! oh. wait for mel" he cried.
Then indeed she knew that she was
awake, for she sprang out CT her bed
upon the bare boards of the carpetless
floor, but as her feet touched the
ground the vision vanished. and she
saw nothing, only the pale beams of a
misty moonlight shining family
through the uncurtained window across
the already dismantled room.