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He thanked Lord Charlewood and began at once to look around for some one who would be a fitting person to take care of little Madaline. Lord Charlewood had expressed a desire to see all settled before leaving for Italy. Among the doctor's patients was one who had interested him very much Margaret Dornham. She had been a lady's-maid.
"No," replied the rector "I should say certainly not. I am quite sure that Mrs. Dornham did not even know the child's surname. I remember once asking her about it; she said it was a long name, and that she could never remember it. If she had had the papers, she would have read them. I cannot think she holds them." Then they went to visit Mrs. Galbraith, the doctor's housekeeper.
"And you love your husband very much, Madaline, do you not?" inquired Margaret. "Yes, I love him with all my heart and soul!" was the earnest reply. "Thank Heaven that my darling is happy!" said Margaret, "I shall find everything easier to bear now that I that." Margaret Dornham was neither a clever nor a far-seeing woman; had she been either, she would never have acted as she did.
She had thought her husband's letter all that was most kind; and, though she felt that there was no real grounds for it, she impressed upon her mother the need of the utmost reticence. Margaret Dornham understood from the first. "Never have a moment's uneasiness, Madaline," she said. "From the hour I cross your threshold until I leave, your father's name shall never pass my lips."
Madaline had never sent for her mother, not knowing whether Lord Arleigh would like it; but she had constantly written to her, and had forwarded money to her. She had sent her more than Margaret Dornham was willing to accept. Another thing she had done she had most carefully refrained from saying one word to her mother as to the cause of her separation from her husband.
Dornham had known the harm that her silence was doing she would quickly have broken it. Lady Arleigh returned home, taking her silent sorrow with her. If possible, she was kinder then ever afterward to her mother, sending her constantly baskets of fruit and game presents of every kind. If it had not been for the memory of her convict husband, Mrs.
The day came when Lord Charlewood was to say good-by to his little daughter, and the friends who had been friends indeed. Margaret Dornham was sent for. When she arrived the two gentlemen were in the parlor, and she was shown in to them. Every detail of that interview was impressed on Margaret's mind.
He listened to her story, and promised to do something for her husband. You will wonder how this story of Margaret Dornham concerns you. Read on. You will know in time. "My husband having promised to assist this man, sent for him to the house; and the result of that visit was that the man seeing a quantity of plate about, resolved upon helping himself to a portion of it.
"No, sir," she replied; "I have not been in the habit of reading newspapers." "It was strange that you should remain hidden in London while people were looking for you," he said. "What was your husband's trouble, Mrs. Dornham?" "He committed a burglary, sir; and, as he had been convicted before, his sentence was a heavy one." "And my daughter, you say, is living, but not well? Where is she?"
Indeed, Margaret Dornham had no notion of the life that her well-beloved Madaline was leading. It had been a terrible struggle for Margaret to give her up. "I might as well have let her go back years ago to those to whom she belonged," she said to herself, "as to let her go now."
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