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A sweet voice, abrupt and clear, broke the silence of the solemn scene. "Hubert. Where is Hubert? I must see him." "Tell him to come," said Dr. Evans to Dr. Letsom, "but do not tell him there is any danger." A few minutes later Lord Charlewood stood by the side of his young wife. "Hubert," she said to him, with outstretched hands, "Hubert, my husband, I am so frightened.
This lady, your wife, is not the daughter of a convict. In her how happy the telling of it makes me behold my daughter, the child whom for seventeen years I have sought incessantly my heiress, Lady Madaline Charlewood, the descendant of a race as honored, as ancient, and as noble as your own!" Lord Arleigh listened like one in a dream.
"In time to come," continued Lord Charlewood, "she shall have the grandest marble monument that can be raised, but now a plain white cross will be sufficient, with her name, Madaline Charlewood; and, doctor, while I am away you will have the grave attended to kept bright with flowers tended as for some one that you loved."
"Principally with Lady L'Estrange, of Verdun Royal, sir," she replied. "I left because Miss L'Estrange was growing up, and my lady wished to have a French maid." In after years he thought how strange it was that he should have asked the question. "I want you," said Lord Charlewood, "to devote yourself entirely to the little one; you will be so liberally paid as not to need work of any other kind.
If all be well, I can start the day after to-morrow; and, please Heaven, I shall be in time to see my father. You think I shall have good news for him?" "I have every hope that you will be able to tell him that the heir of the Mountdeans is thriving and well." Lord Charlewood smiled. "Such news as that will more than reconcile him to our marriage," he said.
The hapless young mother kissed the tiny rosebud face, all the passion and anguish of her love shining in her dying eyes; and then the nurse carried the babe away. "Hubert," said Lady Charlewood, in a low, soft, whisper, "may I die in your arms, darling?" She laid her head on his breast, and looked at him with the sweet content of a little child.
"After you had left me and had gone back to England," he continued, "I used to wonder if I had done wisely or well in refusing you your heart's desire; now I know that I did well, for unequal marriages never prosper. She, the girl you loved, may have been very beautiful, but you would never have been happy with her." "Hush, father!" said Lord Charlewood, gently. "We will not speak of this again."
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.
We were married eleven mouths since, and I have been so happy since then that it has seemed to me but a single day. My beautiful young wife was frightened at the bold step we had taken, but I soothed her. I did not take her home to Wood Lynton, but, laying aside all the trappings of wealth and title, we have traveled from place to place as Mr. and Mrs. Charlewood, enjoying our long honeymoon.
Even Lord Charlewood looked with interest at the graceful, timid woman, whose fair young face was so deeply marked with lines of care. "Will I take charge of a little child?" she replied to the doctor's question. "Indeed I will, and thank Heaven for sending me something to keep my heart from breaking." "You feel the loss of your own little one very keenly?" said Lord Charlewood. "Feel it, sir?
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