Penny Dreadfuls, 1891 · page 57 of 251
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“43 “THE WIDOWED BRIDE. my roof-tree; the girl, who is like an inmate of: my Kae eS is a Widowed bride; nay, the very stranger, who seeks with his little ones, a night? s rest within the proscribed walls of oe Glenhampton, dies an awful death, as if the elements them- _ selves were in conspiracy against us!) When—when will it _ all end?” Martin Valpy listened in respectful silence. It was quite evident that Lord Glenhampton was unaware that his troubled thoughts had taken voice and sound. “My lord!’ he said, at length, ‘‘I took. the liberty to order the—the remains to be taken to the steward’s house, and when the inquest is held at the castlh——”’_ ‘Yes, you were quite right, Martin,” Lord Glenhampton said, hurriedly. “Poor wretches!. why did not instinct bid ae briefly. HE : them go elsewhere for so poor a boon as a night’s shelter?” And he turned abruptly, and went into the jong avenue leading to the rose gardens. Ss Old Martin looked after him, with a ‘mournful shake of the head. ‘“‘He’s a broken man,” muttered the bailiff, ={wteting a branch of larch round and round his mechanically busy fin- ae ger. ‘And I can remember him such a bonny lad, with eyes that laughed out at you whenever he spoke, and feet that fairly danced over the green turf instead of walking. Well, well, we must all change; but it somehow seems harder when the heaviness and grief come before their time. No — one fails to grieve when the old tree is cut down; but when the lightning blasts the stately young pine, one can’t choose - but wonder at the ways of Providence. Lord Glenhampton kept on his way the while, alike un- conscious of and indifferent to the criticisms or opinions of those who surrounded him, and entered the castle by a side- door at the north entrance. A servant sat dozing in an -arm-chair by the hall table. He started as the earl’s foot- steps crossed the threshold.” ‘Where have they put 2/2?” Lord Glenhampton asked, raed the big room at the foot of the east tower, my lord,” the man answered. “Why did they choose that room?” the earl questioned, ~ half as if he were speaking to himself.” “It was Boylsford’s orders, my lord, a: sald. the man; ‘ “he —