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Full Title	The New York Fireside Companion : a journal of instructive and entertaining literature, v. XLIX, no. 1255, November 14, 1891, [Incomplete].
Contributor	Fleming, May Agnes, 1840-1880. Benners, Will J., Jr. Garvice, Charles, 1850-1920. Collins, E. Burke, Mrs., 1858-1902. Miller, Alex. McVeigh, Mrs.
Date Added	30 April 2022
Format	Newspaper
Language	English
Publish Date	1891-11-14
Publisher	New York : George Munro
Alternate Title	Fireside Companion The heiress of Glen Gower; or, The hidden crime / by May Agnes Fleming ; edited by W. J. Benners, Jr. Hidden crime On love's altar; or, A fatal fancy / by Charles Garvice. Fatal fancy Mad Kingsley's heir / by Mrs. E. Burke Collins. What was she to him?; or, Virginia King's heart / by Mrs. Alex. McVeigh Miller. Virginia King's heart
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OCR Vol. XLIX. No. 1255 GRORGE MUNRO, Puornisron, | PRICK, $9 PER ANNUM IN ADVANCE, PROB UNNS Bia NEW YORE, NOVEMBER 14, 1891. PEPLSADUEL DY ENTeRen ACCORDING To Acr or CoNaness IN tHE YEAR 1991, BY GEORGE MUNRO, IN THE OFFICE OF THE LipRARIAN OF Coxanzss, WasnixoTox, D, C.—ENrsaxp aT THE Post Orrick aT New Yom av Sxcoxp Czass Rares, “DOWN TO SLEEP.” ee “ ing a sans on : : athe iseyrs 2 BY BELEN HUNT s4cKsON. will sciaitaaie n the Novemsgr woods are bare and t dress her still, submitted, with the bermeet ¢ bore princess. It was a qgeitoaly & novel teneation for November days are clear and ht ach noon burps up the morning's covernoss : ont sh tis eplenor a ail this. ‘The ‘mesg snow is gone by obsequi mht. took it ‘with othe houghty erace: AD Bach may my steps grow slow, of fone ‘to rh 7 ple g bor And ~ 3 = oC - itbe clangi . As through the woods I reverent fet down ina "e tiene: creep, essed in o : Watching all things lie * down to e gold pin fastening ber 1 . “ sleep.” Mar, and all he 5 . bair coiled tike acoronet around hor regal head, old Madame ‘arneck was {ain to admit that . : Inever kvew before what beds, her ‘handsome daughter-inlaw ~ |. : Fragrant to smell and soft to would ate Braced a th fron. j she ndsome, The forest’ sifts and shapes and HE ery stately, and as Inpately = ieee hee Ww 1e of al ‘th wards *? E never Inew, before how ie flowed ‘ive in soso plebeion | alt ins; but, for all that, madame . % Of Auman sound there. Is, ft felt chilled and disappoi such ak Was this the gentle, loving, % Hoe Low tones as through the forest i clinging creature Gilbert bad. ie sweep it written that eloquent letter : . ‘When all wild things lie“down ~ about, a decade ol eo ‘to sleep.” . this prond, pale, flashing-eyed, - . rest solute looking, imperious = beau £ ide tripped after, in = eo Mench Gag’ t Bod bev covertas ave, main n frock, and a ive . ‘Tucked in and more sweet eyes ch, y 7 fatani aeng cared ie To ook ing very end ; shut tight, Sometimes the viewless mother and pretty, The old indy's Jone- tere was'no troge of het pater 2 bids Her forns kneel down full in my a that sparkling little conn. he November days are bright and Life's noon burns up life's morn- ver ing chill, Life's he night ra rests feet that long some warm, mm ott bed in field or ‘The mother will not fail to i Keep, her. Where we can “lay us down to watch and ‘pony, wouldn't you, sleep.” my Pe “1 KNEW YOU WOULD COME,” TIE BOY EXCLAIMED. “ MOTHER, HERE'S THE GENTLEMAN!” ona tied Putore, raptur. — : again, as she followed grand- ered ngress : 1d bet i ir ly T bi ited tor this No wonder shi ilazzled, poo poor ei data that 77] in : Will meyer stand between me and my love for you | day! How impationty T have waited for this mo- | No wonder she was dt at all that Flere aor ct Court ot the United Biatee'in and for the Kascorn Digtick of Ponseyivanie, oo °F ™ | Quaint neatt “Cara avery undiselpiined off woman, Tam | areay of encase and ating aiiver ahd loth oe bh: ehead drapped on the cold marble; fhe | afraid—as Impatient and impetuous as eves, Mr. | flowers, sparkling and lasing sn The biewacor the Her for proud old eyes fled with tears—big tears that Rathored ang fell slowly, Ahi-sho had loved him | ©! Impatience and impetuosity are family failings, fo dearly, eo deeply. | She had been so proud of | madame,” the lawyer answered, coolly... 11 don't her nd her own eruel decree had | ex chandeliet—a wonderful ‘chandelier, wliere ‘Horse and hound hunted the deer through @ forest of frosted silver Little Ei CHAPTER VII. Re day 20 long a8 e was quite Alone—the stately and handsome The Heiress of Glen Gowers: THE HIDDEN CRIME. let her rest. As some wilder blast would dash the rin frantically against the glass, as the long sullen angry waves on the Beach ht below, 8 the yer adarno Vameot of Glen Gower, the proudest: ald lady in wide America, Hersixty years had silvered her once golden hair, had planted crows’-feet under ho protd blue eyes and deepencd the lines around rincely 601 driven “bina forth wa wande ubl clock softly chiined the hour; the em- bone fell through the shining grate. . Outside the ain beat, and the wind blow, aud the awful voice f the ani ded high over all. rrible agit fore journoyn terrible night for Gilbert Varneck’s wife and child to come to their new home dame Varneck, allow me to present Mrs, Gilbert Varneck and our little Mise Dora.” it madame, without waiting for that formal in- troduction, had pushed past the invyer aud clasped hor son's wife suddenly in her arms. v hee te Yoty unexpected—or perhaps sho was hysterical but the handsome head fell upon the stately old lady's shoulder, and she broke ‘out into sion of weeping. Mr. Gilmer put on: i spec- 10 a perfect t you will ever outs Tie ‘dttowed hor intorthe loog drawing-room— Driliant with fre-tight and Jamp-light—and the nl uttered a low ery of surprise and delight at sig of all this hitherto nnimagined 5 lendor. « Pretty, is 2” Mr, Gilmer said, “Better oven faa that gotgoote hotel mann ma t09 and whose radiant glories you ean n “Dora ‘bas beensused to very Hite her short life-time,” sald Dora's mothe ak ing a, fs Tike my, family, ** Mrs. Gilbert sald, “but she is not like me, and Madaine Varneck laid her hand on these Indies to thelr apartments, tk room. mo Hing fa a twenty y minutes.” a bright mulatto ee dora sat at grandmamma’s left band, and feasted her eyes and her, palate together throughout th bab ondanty ul meal was all a fairy tale, and we the fairy ode mother aud. she the srt little girl that ever danced in an enchanted Granny ‘Croak ‘could “only see mé now, Ww, itle Dore thought; but, mamma bad drilled Tee little girl pretty thoroughly during the past Weel and Granuy Croak was an interdicted name, m. Suddenly Madame Vs ck started up. 4 Over | for the inst time. fe she has early Tearned ¢ the hard They went back to the Grawing-toor when that Pp wh the, eure Of the trees, over the uproar of wind | lesson of poverty and privation. enchaiited repast was over, and mamma sat down By MAY AGNES FLEMING wa in, the of carriage wheels that is all at an end, now,” old madame i ae the grand piano and aged ithe wonderful . . rong along the egraveled drive caught her listen- terest ently. My dear, let by-gones be by- | melodies of Beethoven and Mozart, aud grand- Avruon ov ‘Tae Bauoxer’s Bring; ox, A Wostas’s Vexckance,” “Maupauews Vow,” in » they had come,” Inpetuously the | gone. ‘our pretty litle Dora will speedily forget | mamma's thoughts went back to that tat letter of “ Esreiia’s Hussanp,” “THE Burvranoou, eres eres Old Jad flan 2 {ie drawing room door and | the me Past in the bright present, se she | er lost son aud the wild rhapsodtes he, hnd gone : swept out ito th em ide, tots lighted hall. A col- | li ‘ot you, my dear—and not ber ” into oyer the singing and playing © nie angel. i EDITED BY W. DENN on ored man-serv: jouse-door, and a Look King earnestly, wistfully, tn atl | Was ‘not every word of that last letter seared i —___—~_ Mir. Ciimen, followed. by windy aud a: litle’ gir, | facesttying Saome yeseinblance to Wer tok | leery ot freon the widowed mother's prov hea r ‘This story was commenced in No, 1259 of Tue New York Finesipe Compawton, Back numbers can be | strode in. & fed sou, and try! vin in vain. She glanced at the |. “You play beaulifally, my dave 3 obtained from all newsdealers. “Heavens! what oi ight Now do nother. No! the bright, little, roy ‘face, with its pith a tong, ‘smothered alah, “ Ni ill yea ot ang i Madame Varnec! fare at ist despite the | eommonpiuce ‘pre rettiness, was notin the least Tike | for,ust—or perhaps you are ioo much fatigued.” [THIS STORY WILL NOT BE PUBLISHED IN BOOK FORM.] united. forees of sky, and earth, and Hades. Ma- that pale and perfect beauty, , “Tam not iu the feast fatigued, madame. What shall Ising?” “Whatever you like best, my dear.”* Sie chose an old ballad “Robin Adair ”—and ar the she spoke, with a cold feeling of disap- 1g was sweet, but “A BLEAR, and dismal inous and over- purging rash of the tossing trees a’ e deufen- “ My own dear daughter!” she said, kissing the pointinent at hor heart. ‘But you are all three | she sung without feeli ‘s black, bad night, And, obi how the | ing’ dlapason of the tempest, she "out start up | pale beautiful face, “Frelcome home!” tired and hamgry, Lam certain after your long and | ‘The litle party separated eatly—Dora was drop slow, slow hours drag on.” Only halt past seven, | again aud resume that restless the lovin greeting svas\ something s0 | disagrocable jarguey. Sour rooms are fends anal ping asleep in the warmth of tho fire, with ber and they can not be here before nine. Was evera | | ‘Time and trouble had deal ey gently with | very ‘Miss. Gilbert, Varneck, sometthy-60 your iucrage taken up, and inner waits. Susie, | cuny head in. grandmamina's ack-satin. Iepe Susie — the intelligent mulatto maid—conducted Mra, Gilbert Narneck and Eudora upstairs to their retty rooms. Grandmamma took them both in Ker arms before she let them go. girk spacious and lofty room, with a carpet of velvet | the trim, ariel mouth. But those sixty years | tacles. and l ugh hardly able to be- thes wey up a grand, sweeping staircase, along a “Good-night, and God bless both my children!” pile, in whose yielding roses the had left’ her stately and ‘upright and handsome | lieve his own eyes. Mhly carpeted and pictured corridor, abd into a | she said, he 1 Yolee tremulous. "Oh, my daughter, 7 Funk. Massive Served ‘Chairs and sofas, dark, rich | still, and not al the tears those lear blue eyes had “ Blew, less. nan ae he mentally ejaculated. | sumptuous chamber fit for try to Tove 1 tne, for Gilbert's sake—for my old beart paperings, hoary 9 silken hangings, and priceless shed for her lost son had dimmed their eagle bright- | “ Who’ tity She is not quite an ice- | burned on te hearth, wax candles sion figited on | ie = ery Ton ely pictures erg, ‘ion nithovet sue looks it, T never had such the toilet-table—carpet, curtai hairs, and Me Gilbert's cold, thin lips just touched Fomptaots wi with glowing colors, - A grand un “tie it ominous, T wonder?” she efhougiit. Super- 8.g00d opinion of Gilbert Varneck's marble conse The bea stood ins the aia ay forehead in an empty kiss, and then a 88; while marble statuettes, on stitious people might fe a e comes to me, befor curtained recess, hung with curtains of rose silk one—up in the light and bloom and 4. Rrarble rackets, gleamed everywhere: to her. future home— ardea’ sours wile | at—my dear!” the old lady murmured, | under misty lace, anty of het Deautit room % slender Parian vases ‘he ait; alabaster | horalaed by darkness and tempest, wind and Fain, | softy) sng the hidden face, and her own voleé |" ‘The largo dark eyes of Mrs. Gilbert Vameck | “Susie tndressed little imiscy and curled her g Tamps ched a soft, shimmering light over ally anda | But I amnor superstitious, and Ishall lovemy son's | tromulons J have been a cruel mother in the | blazed up th @ stidden triumphant light, and a | in the fragrant lace and linen of her snow-white a wood fire crackled cheerily on the marble heart, | wife and eh for my lost gon’s sake, Gilbert, pass butt am ‘eoing t to be very ou. My| passing flush of sensuous. pleasure colored the | nest. Then she was abruptly Sigma) her new a> For the August night was raw and rainy; the wind | —Gilber son! where in all the wide world are | lost darling’: must ever hold the foremost | marble whiteness of her d “Oh, how | mistress chose to undress ht ly turned Ey howled up from the bay in long, lamentable blasts, | you this Greacy August night?” place in muy lonely old heart bow. ‘And this is my | pretty!” eried little Dora. “Thisis the nicest house | out, and the door locked in her f tac { and tho rain beat clamorously dutside those purpls | "She stood before the fire, with clasped hands and Tittle gicl— ers chiki ny own dear little | J ever sew im all my life, mamma” ‘And she was alone-the handsome adventures +. silken window-curtains. wild, wet night, dark | passionately ‘yearning: ¢ Above tl arble geandtangiter mous pretty foture heiress! “Vers likely, indeed,” ead mamma, cool, who had boldly risked so much, who had played 80 it 9s Erebus, and with a chili breath Of winter in the | hrantel hugg’an ovel fortait~the portrait of a | here: my dear, and kiss grandiamms is a ver y pretty room, and Glen Gower alt eth daring a game, and who had won, “She Stood be- LE howling see-wind blue-eyed, falr-batred, handsome lad in a Uighiand ‘The child shyly advanced, Shohad been stand- fea ery ne place, "this is your chantber; Doves | fore the fe looking down in its dying d a Up and down, up and down, the old lady walked, | dress, his gan on his, Shoulder, his dog at his heels | ing Velind her mother, not elingin er, as 1s and the bold, handsome face was all affgh with a her black satin gown rustling softly, and a diamond A Sitbore Lauriston Varneck a childivod’s wont, but slanding alittle apart fook: | “"An loner door stood Pio, disclosing the daintiest Ehtimph as se gar Bias, fastening a point-lace Kerchlef on her bosoru, | —* My bright haired, true mearted, handsome boy!” | fog ‘om with ng, golemn gray eves. Madame | litte white nest. The eagpet was white—violets | ‘And all this, is “mine!” she said mnder her * Diazing ‘fike & sun in tho mellow lamp-light, Up | the mother paasionatoly ried: “and to to think that | Vaoneck took her im her arms and Kissed the in snow—the hits w ere like polished | breath, Teokngttorphastyarotnd { Beaith and qe a. down, up and down, in a fever of impatience, | I, your own mother, should bo the ite drooping foce acai and agein. Tory, evtloned e. Exquisite ‘hele statu- | luxury, and ease and honor, for Be Slancing every second moment at her watch, or a¢ | aditt in the Wide, plless world, ecauen'you tert 5" Giiber’s child Gilbert's ltedangnter! One ettes glimmered in the pale light, and the Ted lite, Tbave played a desperate games but f bars 28 Hiebunf lock Uckiug on tuo marble mantel, ‘Some: led the girl yo wa loved. My boy—my boy! my re- dasa Sogwantt curaimed im foamy taco” taro won” times she sunk, for 8 moment into the rlolet velvet depths of a gilded fautewil, but only for a moment. ‘The feverish impatience within her would nowhere : : noo und atonement come tos late; but, Heaven eiplog me, I will be true mother to the ito you loved.” The pride of the ‘bitter, bad? Vari Nop, for all she has los imam fo How solastry am, keeping you sanding here Ta i chill hall! Abt How long ‘the hours ‘been sn dazaling sight Miss Eudora uttered an eloquent ery of rapture, and then stood in speechless ecstasy. “And this is your bathroom, madame,” said Ger eyes fell u 8 portrait over the mantel— a portrait of Gilbert Vameck at nineteen, taken just before that fatal visit North for his

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