The Argosy — page 336: what you’re looking at

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316 Nelly Devitt's Ghost. SEA pages didn’t break it or scratch it, and this was folded under it ; and it’s mine, because I found it.” Something like a great light flashing before my eyes, almost blinded me as I held it up and tried to read the words it contained. It was a marriage certificate, and proclaimed that Nelly Devitt was the wife of Wyndhurst’s heir! On the back of it, in trembling letters, were these words :—“ I have swom to Lady Wyndhurst to show this to no living creature, or she will disinhent her grandson, my husband. I put it here, trusting in Heaven's mercy it may be found, for the sake of my unborn child.” It was not long before I got strength enough to put this ina good lawyer's hands; and before I had done being nursed and petted by my faithful Jenny, Nelly Devitt’s child was at Wyndhurst, acknowledged by her father’s people. I’ve heard since, that in her madness the poor mother scratched day and night at the bricks in the room she was confined in; but all I know is, they looked as if they had been scraped for years, yet gave me no clue to the secret they suggested. My Will came back all right ; and Willie got a good start 1n life from Miss Helen Wyndhurst, as the great lady who was once poor Nelly's child, is called. So that’s the story as far as it goes. I was frightened at the time, but it’s hke a dream to me now. FLOWERS. UNDER the brown of the old year’s leaves, Under the shadow of budding trees, The spmng flowers grow. Along the hedge, by the running brook, We found them in many a walk we took, We children, long ago. They have passed away, those first fair years, And with them our childish joys and fears; But the scent of the flowers That we loved is the same, and as sweet As when we gathered them under our feet In that spring-time of ours. COMIC OOOKS. EO An) _