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|H* a you it lady wa- -itting in
hsy-chair, before a blazing
Mfe dreary. November after
hat and ( leak lay up
IHfcildr beside her. and from
L impatient glances she
wards the door at every
footstep on the stair
it uas evident that
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He mantelpiece wa'idf con |inc ■
the expression
nung lace as she rely
Hein marrying as yur' tndene
B have acted indirect. <ie.
opposition to hit wishes. P 111
day you are no ft says i.v
I wiisj^jnv L mamifiictinTD'"*' me the first sitting?"
Z.j eK j,j ~ large '*Alns, sir ! slu* is dead -dead
■ .OH lit *'
why did
9SH this before ’(•x(• 1; 111 * * .
she rend tin- lim'd ernel
Up ! hmllgli hei
BHHm.il her huslinnd’s Inee
|Hv and ail inc, whit I ua-t h < • i■ in
HK? How could I know that my
HHcr would act m this hard
Hailed manner? I knew that lie
Hslieil me to marry the daughter
■Ta nobleman living near Mars
Hni Hall, and so unite the two
plates; but I had no idea that
me would cast me ofl" tor disobey
ing his wishes. And oven it I
had known it.” he added, tondlv
clasping liis young bride to his
heart, and kissing away the tears
from her eyes, “I should not have
acted dill'erently. My Helen is
worth fifty estates, and as long
as she loves me I shall never re
gret the loss of Murat on Hall and
its fair acres. But, my love,” he
continued, more seriously, “there
is an end of your promised shop
ping expedition into Bond street.
Von will have to do without dia
mend®, now that your husband
is a penniless outcast, instead of
the heir to fifteen thousand a
year.”
•‘Hush, Hurry! I lease don't
talk like that.” she said, hurt at
his bitter tone. “You know it
was not of diamonds and dress I
was thinking. But what are you
going to do. Harry!” she contin
ued, laying her hand upon his
arm, and looking up sadly into his
pale, set face. “Yotn-annot work
for a living.”
“And why not work for a liv
ing ?” he exclaimed, in a deter
ruined voice. “Because 1 happen
to he the son of a baronet.brought
tip and educated without any i
deas or knowledge of business ?
But I will work for my living,
and show my little wife that I am
not quite unworthy of the trust '
and eoHlideuee she reposed in |
me when she placed this little
hand in mine,” he added, stoop
ing to kiss the small, white hand
that rested confidingly upon his
arm.
It was while pursuing his fa
vorite study of oil paintings a
nmng the famous galleries of
Rome that Harry Marston \v<ied
and won Helen Tracy,a governess
in an English family residing in
Italy, and the orphan daughter
of an otlicer in the army.
Delighted at the idea of being
loved for himself alone, he had
not told her of his real position ;
and it was not till after the mar
raise ceremony was over that
Helen discovered she had mar
ried tin* eldest son of a baronet
and heir to an estate producing
fifteen thousand a year.
It was not without some inward
misgivings that Harry wrote to
his father, telling him of his mar
riage, which were more than real
ized by the result, as we have
seen by the letter from Sir l’hil
lip Marston, which awaited him
at his club on return to England
with his bride.
Hut, full of eontidence in his a
hility to maintain himself and his
young wife by his ow n exertions,
and thinking that surely his fath
er would relent and he reconciled
to him after a time. Harry troti
bled himself very little about his
lost inheritance; and though
their new home—consiting of
three sniail. poorly-furnished
rooms in a back street—was very
different from the grand,old man
sion to which he had hoped to
take his bride, he set to work
cheerfully at his favorite art, and
tried hard to earn a living by
painting pictures and portraits.
Hut he soon found that it was
not so easy as he thought.
It was all very well when he
was heir to Marston Hall, and
studied painting merely from
love of art ; but picture dealers,
who, in those days, had been all
flattery and obsequiousness to
ward the young heir, now that he
really wanted to sell his pictures
and sketches, shook their heads,
and politely, but firmly, declined
to purchase.
At last, one dreary afternoon,
when Harry was sittingin the lit
tWHiom lie called his studio, try
*ng to devise some new scheme
%> replenish his slender purse,
opened the door and
HKjHivd .i white haired, old l'cii
Han into tin- room.
fljjHimi ai e a port rail painter, I
sir ?" said the old gentlo-
looking at him through his
pect aides,
is my prolcssion. sir,"
Harry delighted at the
thought of having found a com
mission at last.
•‘Well, sir, I want you to paint
the portrait of my daughter.”
■•With pleasure, sir,” said Har
ry, eagerly. “When can the"ladv
to me these twenty years! I kill
ed her—broke her heart with my
harshness and cruelty!” exclaim
ed the old man, in an excited,
trembling voice.
A strange chill came over Hur
ry, as the idea that his mysterious
visitor must he an escaped luna
tic crossed his mind, hut master
ing, with an effort, his emotion,
the stranger continued—
“ Pardon me, young sir. This
is of no interest to yon. My
daughter is dead, and I want you
to paint her portrait from my <le
seription, as I perfectly well re
member her t wenty years ago.’
••1 will do my best, sir, but it
will be no easy task, and you
must be prepared for many disap
pointments,” said Harry, when,
having given him a long descrip
tion of his long lest daughter, the
old man rose to depart ; and for
weeks he worked incessantly up
on the mysterious portrait of the
dead girl, making sketch after
sketch, each of which was reject
ed by the remorse stricken father
until the work began to exercise
a strange kind of fascination ever
him, and lie sketched face after
face,as if under the influence of a
spell.
At last, one evening, wearied
| with a day of fruitless exertion,
lie sal sitting over the lire watch
ing his wife, who sat opposite,
busy upon some needle work,
when an idea suddenly (lashed
upon him.
“Tall, fair, with golden hair,und
dark blue eyes ! Why, Helen, it
is the very picture ol yourself!”
he exclaimed, starting from his
seat, taking his wife’s fair face
between his two hands and gazing
intently into her eves.
Without losing a moment, he
sat down and commenced to
sketch Helen's face, and when
liis strange patron called the next
morning. Harry was so busily e
gaged putting the iinishing touch
os to liis portrait, that he did not
hoar him enter the room, and
worked on for some moments un
conoions of his presence, until,
with a cry of “Helen! mydaugh
j ter !” the old man hurried him a
■ side, and stood entranced before
I tlie portrait.
■•lt is the portrait of m\ wife,”
I replied he.
“Your wife, sir! Who was she?
Pardon me for asking the ques
tion,” he added, “but 1 have heard
lately that my poor Helen left an
orphan daughter, and for the last
six months 1 have been vainly
trying to find the child of my lost,
daughter, so that by kindness and
devotion to my grandchild 1
might, in part at least, atone for
my harshness toward her mother.
Harry wrs beginning to tell
him the story of his meeting Hel
en at Rome,and their subsequent
marriage, when the door opened
and Ins wife entered the room.
Perceiving that her husband
was engaged, she was about tore
treat when the old man slopped
her. and after looking earnestly
in her face for a few moments.ex
claimed—
“Pardon me, madam cau you
tell me your mother’s maiden
name ?”
“Helen Treherne, “ replied Hel
en, wonderingly.
“1 knew it—l knew it!” ex
claimed the old man in an exoit
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ed voice. “At last I have found
the child of my poor, lost daugh
ter !"
lii a lew words Mr. TYeherne
explained how he had castoff It is
only child on account of her mar
nage with a poor officer, and re
fused even to open her letters
when she wrote asking for forgive
ness.
“Hut, thank Heaven," said he,
when he had finished his sad sto
ry, “I can atone in some measure
for my harshness toward wry Hel
en by taking her Helen to my
heart, and making her mvdaugh-
I ter."
It is useless to add that when
! Sir Phillip Marston heard that,
his son had married the heiress of
I one of the finest and oldest es-
I fates in tlie country, he at once
wrote a letter of reconciliation to
Harry, and af'.er all, Helen even
tually became the mistress of
Marston Hall, in the picture gal
lery of which no painting is more
j valued and treasured than “The
Mysterious Portrait.
The Ruined Castle.
Hv H. ,T. Vernon.
“Welcome to your home! It is
. a ruined one, but all I have. Once
I hoped better things, darling.”
The speaker was the young
earl ol Tankerville. He stood,
with his newly-wedded bride, on
a broad, but decayed terrace, o
verlooking a wide sweep of hill
side and river. It was bight, but
the moon was shining, silvering
all things with its magical radi
ance. Behind him a long, low.
picturesque edifice, half castle,
half manor house, dilapidated in
ruin.
“1 would be happy anywhere,
dearest,” was the fond answer,
“even in ihe poorest cottage.were
you with me.”
“It is but little more than a
cottager's fare I have to offer
von," said the young husband,
sadly. “Yet, when GeofiYy Tan
kervillc, live hundred years ago,
built this castle, he held a imn
manors. When his defendant Sir
Godfrey leaped his horse from
yonder parapet, and was dashed
to pieces, sooner than surrender
to the Yorkist, who had stormed
the walls, the possessions of the
family were even greater. But
now, this ruined castle, and a few
barren acres, represent our entire
wealth. Ah, Gwendoline, had I
known that I was to be disinher
ited, I would never have asked
you to be mine ”
“Hush! not a wont of that,"re
pled the bride, laying her hand
lightly on his lips, “you would
have done ine a great wrong. Be
sides, you were not to blame.
Your cousin, after years of es
trangment,had acknowledged you
as Heir of his estates, and the ti
tles lie could not keep from you.
He afterward changed his mind,
that was all.”
“Yet,” answered the young
earl, “I am sure there was a will
in my favor. l’he old earl said
to me, ‘I have come to die in the
home of our race, and I have re
alized at last that I had no right
to disinherit you, simply because
I hated year father. Years ago,
l made a will, leaving to my
brother in-law, Lord Hornier, all,
except this castle, which is en
tailed on the title. But now I
have excuted a later will, giving
everything to you.' It was on this
assurance, darling.that I came to j
you, and spoke. Then the old
earl died suddenly; was found in
his iibary chair a corpse; had died
it was supposed, while looking
over liis papers. If the later will
was ever abstracted, it was at
that time. Certain it is, it was
never found.
••I have always thought it very
strange, especially as no one was
here, you say, who could have
had any interest in making away
with the will.”
“On the contrary, the old bat
ler, Williams, was my fast friend.
He himself was one of the witness
os to the will. But see. there he
i conies to summon us to dinner.
An earl of Tankerville is poor in
deed when one aged follower is
butler, footman, valet, steward,
everything, and that on his mas
ter's wedding-day.”
The young bride turned to take
a last look at the landscape, be
foregoing in. dust at that moment
a raven croaked under the ter
race-wall. The interruption came
so unexpectedly, the sound was
so foreboding that Lady Tanker
ville shrank instinctively, and
shuddered.
••You think it an omen of evil,”
said her husband, with concern,
••lad us look on it as a welcome.
These ravens have been here from
time immemorial: they are the
last of our retainers; it is but their
rude wav of showing gladness.
The bride tried to smile.
•1 was silly.” she said, “and
nervous. Yes !itis a good omen
for see, here he comes, soaring o
ver the parapet, and with a white
peace-offering, I declare, in his
beak, like the dove from the ark.
What can it be?"
As she spoke, the raven rose
heavily over the terrace. Happing
his wings slowly, and hovered
just above them.
■•He does not fear us, at any
rate,” said the earl, “and that is
a sign of welcome. Stay, I will
scare him till he drops his bur
den. and then we will see what it
is. I cannot make it out."
lie uttered a quick, loud cry,
as lie spoke, and the raven, with
a frightened croak, let go his bur
den, and lumbered duskily away.
••Strange,” cried tbe young no
ble. as be picked up tbe parcel,
which bad fallen almost at bis
feet, “this is a folded parchment.
It is tied and sealed like some
important law paper. Gracious
heaven! what do J read? Tbe
superscription is, • The last will
•aid testament of Ralph, earl of
Tankerville.' Why, my darling,
this is the lost will, unless my
i eyes, in this moonlight, deceive
me."
True enough, it was the lost
will,as they soon convinced them
selves, beyond the possibility of
a doubt, when they came to ex
anine it,deliberately,in the light
ed dining room, within doors.
“Them’s my werry letters,” cried
old Williams, between laughing
and tears, “I knows the big W
and the two l’s,” (lie pronounced
them with an /<,) “and that’s Jim
Jones’ signaloor likewise : Lor
Gloss us, what a mirraeul!”
A search, the next day, under
tlie terrace wall, revealed a large
havify, filled with various other
articles, apparently stolen by the
raven, and hid there. “It is must
probable,” said the young earl,
“that my poor old predecessor
was examining this very will,with
other papers, when he was struck
with death, and that the raven,
entering through the open win
dow,carried oft - the document and
secreted it. i have heard of such
curious freaks before.”
Lord Dormer made no opposi
tion to the surrender of the es
tates. He was very wealthy, in
liis own right ; and besides, he
saw the folly of a contest.
“It was a lucky chance, my
lord,” said the family lawyer,
when lie announced this result,
•‘that brought you to the old cas
tie for vour wedding tour. Other
wise the will might never have
been found, for the raven was
plainly carrying it off to some
other secret receptacle, God
knows where.”
“It was not chance,” reverent
ly replied the young bride, who
was present, “it was Providence.
Whatever else is false,this is true
—that God reigns, and reigns in
all things. Not a sparrow falls
to the ground without liis sanc
tion.’'
“You are right, my lady, and I
stand reproved,” said the old so
licitor. “It was God’s doings, and
His alone."
All this happened nearly halt
a century ago. The castle has
long since been restored, and is
no more desolate and in decay.
But the bride still lives, and of
ten tells to her grandchildren, as
they listen at her knee, the ro
mantic story of the recovery of
the will. —From an old Moqaz't n<
Life’s Morning.
This charming illustration of
sweet, beautiful little children
playing with (lowers, will, we are
sure, be appreciated by all. Who
can help loving the scene repre
sented i —the sweet, darling little
ones, full of life, and frolic, and
fun, are a picture comparing fa
vorably with the glorious spring
time or the radiant morning sun
shine.
It is out duty to see that the
little hearts of our little children
are happy and glad, for soon—
very soon—their childhood days
will he past and the stern cares
of life will be upon them. The
unalloyed happitn that it is
possible for little children to eu
joy, is. to our mind, one of the
most beautiful and (fod given
things in this world. Perfectly
free from care, with no thought
of the past- or future, they are
capable of a degree of happiness
that can hardly be felt by those
of mature age. By all means,let
them laugh long and loud—just
as the great ami good Almighty
intended that they should. Let
the little ones be so happy that
w hen older they will look back to
their childish joys as a garden
spot in the lives in which the
parents were the central and
most beautiful flowers. Don’t
cramp and narrow their lives of
the little children by stern man
agement. but gently guide them
in the right way. Just remem
tiiat there is something lacking
in yourself,that you are at faul if
you cannot govern your children
bv love, and instead ofcorecting
them with the rod, go to work
and find out your own error and
correct yourself. Give the little
ones plenty of love and gentle
instruction, and in return they
will bear you so much affection
that to have you know they had
done wrong would be the worst
punishment possible for them <o
receive.
The tallest story of the tyranny
of red tape conies from Naples,
Italy. The family of one of its
prosperous merchants drove out
into the country and were hurled
over a precipice, the father,
mother, and four sons and daugh
ters being killed. When the
mangled bodies were finally re
covered the authorities refused
to admit them to the city unless
they paid the general duty on
fresh meat, as the list of duties
they said, made no provision for
“human meat.” The relatives
objected, but finally had to pay
three hundred and fifty lire to
get the corpses into town.
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