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“THE SUNKEN CANNON,” A CREAT. SERIAL-FOR GOY’S, BECINS NEXT WEEK
NO. 44.
ATURDAY,
OCTOBER 1903.
31,
“it-was the coldest day of winter when Sister Agnes found her.”
Begun in No. 43, Oct. 24. Subscriptions can
begin with that issue, or back copies can be
procured from news stands, or our agents,
or by mail from office of publication,
CHAPTER Iv.
““Love Is not in our choice, but is our fate.”
Some twenty-five ysars prior to that even-
ing when one woman -watched another part
¥
Wadsworth, New society
way, but no fit mate for one vl
have married among the nobility of
any land, - -
girl was scarcely more than a child in
years, and utterly untrained in the ways of
orld. To her unsophisticated eyes the
was a hero, laboring under the
id eyes wrough: voe with vid ime
agination, and w prop an elope-
ment, she gladly: consented, feeling lke
some wondrous heroine of ol
nlike the fathers in ra , however,
Mr. Phillips utterly refused to receive the
a of her
daughter, but as long as she continued her
husband's wife, she was a stranger to him.
ex-groom stormed and r: when he
heard the an
young wife said nothing. Soon, ob, so soon,
Was learning the sad lesson of reaping
from an unwise sowing. >
Quietly she listened to the
proach uttered
a wonderful amount of self-contr
girl of seventeen, and after he was through,
she sald, in a tone which even the -angry
man knew was final:
words of re~
ry and make the best
of a bad state of affair:
What the delicately nurtured child of
wealth suffered in trying to make the best
unhappy marriage no one ever knew
in detall she had entered the,
was accidentally discov-"
her in a charitable institu-
tion, lying half dead with a tiny girl py
her side. The story the matron told the
horrified mother was one to wring a heart of
“Yes, ma’am; and it was the coldest da:
of all the winter when Sister Agnes was
making th ds of Poverty Row, an
There, if you'll believe it,
a'am, the young thing lay in her ow
blood with this little mite beside her.
vam, it’s har n we
beds, with nurse and doctor at han ut
think of that bit of a thing meeting her trial
alone, half frozen, more than half starved,
without a soul to help or encourage her. Ob,
ma'‘im, it was enough to bring the tears to
the eyes of any one, I just tell you it were,”
and the good-hearted’ woman paused, the
tears raining down her plump cheeks.
Without any question, the-young mother
of barely eighteen was removed to
er’s house, an
Wealth could devise, and finally Ger-
ey
ly
cepted her father's mandate that she never
again look upon the man who in the face
of her great peril, at a time when the ma-
given up so much
hin, to bring his child into the wor
not difficult i
tined to enjoy real happiness for any length
Earl died not long after
his estates. Then it
was that her heart became bound up in her
ord Geoffrey Francis Albert
. Earl of Barnchester, Baron of
Ilighctiffe, Count of Steinway. From
er husband, whom she had
ivided devotion, Gertrude,
loved
n ‘
“Countess of Barnchester, found her only
_.. Gr, The Black Pride of the Countess of Barnohester.
: : no . BY CONSTANCE BEATRICE WILLARD.
comfort in the training of her boy, endeav-
oring to bring him up to be an honor to his
ancient titles and to worthily fill the posi-
tion of a true English gentleman.
Her parents had returned to New York
after her second marriage, leaving behind
father’s face, so diiferent
dark, imperious beauty, or that of her son,
yho Wi: nage.
who was her living ima;
“She is just as your child as is the
arl,” her father would say, speaking of his
$ accustomed reverence, for
notwithstanding his . American ideas, an
‘1 was an Earl, and a person to be hon-
ored; but he could not make the impression
he desired.
e morning when the Countess, her par=
“You wish to do all your own courting?”
ents, and the two children were sitting In
the picture gallery, he repeated what he
had told her so often, and matters came
o a crisis, The beautiful mother looked
down languldly at the dark head of the lit-
heir to so many titles and then to the
sunny one of the child half-sister, as the
two played upon the floor before them, and -
then replied:
“No, father, one is the child of one of
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