The Penn's Grove record., 1920-08-27

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could ~countenance, but Ethel had
found out how undesirable a man Lord
Kew was and broke the engagement
so dear to her grandmother's heart.
When Give heard that the engage
ment was over between Kew and Ethel
he set out in haste for London. 1 was
installed as confdant, and to me Give
said: "Mrs. Mackenzie bothers me SO
l hardly know where to turn. anG poor
little Rosey is made to write me a
note about something twice a day.
Oh Penl I'm up another tree now!
Give met his cousin Ethel at a party
or two in the ensuing weeks of the
season, and at one of their meetings
Ethel told him that her grandmother
would not receive him. 1t was then
that Give thought Ethel worldly, al
though much of her attitude was due
to the keen and unrelenting Lady
Kew. The colonel and James Bonnie
during all this time put their W fond
heads together, and Mrs. Mackenzie
flattered both of them and Give as
well.
Meanwhile the Lady Clara was not
happy with her Barnes. All the life
and spirit had been crushed out of the
girl, consigned to cruel usage, lone
liNess and to bitter recollections of the
past. Jack BelsiZe, now Lord High
gate. could stand the strain no longer
and took Lady Clara away from her
bullying but cowardly husband. The
elopement of Clara opened Ethers eyes
to the misery of loveless marriages,
and the of her new love, the
MARQUIS of Farintosh, already dis
tressed over the unpleasant notoriety
of the proposed Newcome alliance, re-
ceived a letter from Ethel which set
her son free.
Ethel then turned to the lonely,
motherless children of her brother
Barnes, and found comfort In devoting
herself to them. Give married his
Rosey, and his father determined to
become a member of parliament in
place of Sir Barnes. One night the
colonel returning from his electioneer-
ing, met Give, candle in hand. AS each
saw Tie Oll1tI > ldNC, IL vas ~ Wy
sad and worn and pale, that Colonel
Newcome with quite the tenderness of
old days, cried God bless me-, my hey,
how ill you look! Come and warm
yourself, Clivy"
81 have seer a ghost, father" Cliee
said, "the ghost of my youth, father,
the ghost of my happiness, and the
best days of my life. l saw Ethel to-
day?'
"Nay, my boy, you mustn't talk to
me so. You have the dearest little
wife at home, a dear little wife and
child"
"You had a wife; but that doesn't
prevent other-other thoughts. Do you
know you never spoke twice in your
life about my mother? You didn't care
for her."
Il did my duty by her." inter
posed the colonel.
81 know, but your heart was with
the other. So is mine. It's fatal, 1t
runs in the family, father"
The shares of the Bundelcund Bank
ing in which the colonel had
made his fortune, now declined stead
lily, and at last the crash came, wiping
out all the colonel's money and with
it all Rosey's fortune. The impover-
ished Newcomes settled down first at
Boulogne, and then in London, the
colonel weary, feeble, white haired,
Mrs. Mackenzie a perfect termagant,
Rosey pale and ailing, and little Tom
my, the baby, a comfort and a care to
the hard-worked Give.
The colonel, no longer able to live
under the same roof with Mrs. Mac.
kenzie, found a home with the Grey
Friars and here / saw him.
When the colonel's misfortunes were
at their worst Ethel, in reading an old
book, found a letter from the coloners
stepfather between the covers 1t was
a memorandum of a proposed bequest
to Give. Ethel at once determined to
carry out this intended bequest. and
so she and I fastened to Gives home
but not even good news could soften
Mrs. Mackenzie's evil temper. That
was a sad and wretched night, in
which Mrs. Mackenzie stormed until
the poor delicate Rosey fell into the
fever to which she owed her death.
We soon repaired to the Grey Friars
where we found that the colonel was
in his last Illness. He talked loudly,
he gave the word of command, spoke
Hindustanee as if to his men. Then
he spoke words in French rapidly,
selling a hand that was near him, and
crying. "toujours, toujours!" Ethel
and Give and the nurse were in the
room with him. The old man talked
on rapidly for awhile; then again he
would sigh and be still once more 1
heard him say, hurriedfy, Take care
of him when I'm in India :" and then
with a heart-rending voice he called
for the love of his youth "Leonore,
Leonore !" The patients voice sank
into faint murmurs; only a moan now
and then announced that he was not
asleep.
AT the usual evening hour the chapel