|Chapter Title||AT THE OLD HOME.|
|Newspaper Title||The Daily News (Perth, WA : 1882 - 1950)|
|Trove Title||A Terrible Wrong|
AT THE OLD HOME.
' ^ JtiEDBURN .fe'Aiui, m iLent, had been in the possession of one family for centuries. The Redburnswerescarce ely to be ranked with the gentry. They tilled their own soil, and work ed with their own labourers, and were accounted as a fail1 type of English yeomanry. Not a family in afl the county, whatever its rank or wealth, Lad greater pride than had this fam ilv of Redbm-ns. Tlinv- wpw n e+.iwnn
and sturdy race, of which the women had all been virtuous, good daughters, wives, and mothers, and the men had all been honourable, honest, and up right,- good masters and members of society. The farm comprised several hun dred acres of meadow, pasture, field, and' wood. There was no park. The Redburns had no land to spare for mere show or pleasure. The house was of red brick, and gabled, with oldfashioned casement windows open ing like doors, with roomy porches, and with a long, low drawing room that was the pride of all the feminine Redburns. This picturesque dwelling was set in the midst of a large, oldfashioned garden, where violets, and roses, and spice-pinks blooded. There were beehives quite near the- parlour win dows, and their busy hnmmingtlirill led the fragrant air. A fence of palings divided the home place from the shaded road, and a brick wall, against- which were trained peach trees, stretched along the sides towards
we ampie omces ana barns m the rear. Bedburn Farm was owned at. the time of which we write by John Red bum, a man of thirty years, quiet, taciturn, and reserved. He had all the pride of his ancestors. He was married, his wife having brought him a. line little dowry, and one or two children had now come to gladden his heart. It .was his mother, not his wife, who was mistress of RedbumFarm. The elder Mrs. Redburn 'had been the
younger daughter of a country gentle man, and had descended somewhat in marrying a yeoman. But she had loved her husband, had accepted his tamiJy traditions, and her pride in the Kedburii name was even greater than her husband's had been, She was now about fifty years of age, with a forge and commanding figure and strongly-marked features, her hair was gray, and worn in puffs on either side of her forehead. She was a woman of strong character, authoritative and somewhat stern, both in' visage and disposition. She had never resigned. her position as mistress of the house, and her daughter in law, being weak and yielding, had never dispnted her sway. To her son it seemed natural that his mother should remain the head of the family, and all the household united to honour her and to maintain her sepremacy. Upon this rugged family tree had bloomed a rare, and exquisite bloosom. Theone daughter of the house, Queenie Redburn, had been amarvel of beauty, refinement, and sweetness; She had been dowered with rare talents^ and her proud, stern mother and silent brother had worshipped her. From her dainty babyhood the girl had been, indeed, a queen over those lovin^ hearts. There had been nothing too good for her. She had been watched and tended with loving vigilance. And when she had grown to girlhood,1 sweet, and loving, and wilful, Mrs. Redbmn had determined to send her to a fashionable boarding school, that she might be perfected in all outward graces and accomplishments. John Redburn had assented to his mother's proposition. Queenie was a lady born and bred,dispite her yeoman ancestry, and both mother and brother had brilliant hopes for her future. She ought to marry a gentleman and live in ease and luxury, and for this end they would have been content to toil on for ever. : :-: So Queenie had been sent to school. Her mother and brother never visited her,, lest some of her fashionable ScllOolffillnwB mio-lif oofonm linn : loor.
highly for her originj Queenie came home at the mid summer holidays, but this she had not done during the previous year, having preferred to remain at school, it was supposed, to perfect herself in music, for which she had a rare talent. An Italian teacher of renown had spent those midsummer, months in London, and both- Mrs. Redburn and her son had desired Queenie to have the fullest benefit of her instruc tions. This, indeed, she had done ; but weeks before this vacation she had been wooed and won by Lord Oswald Lennox, under the name of Oswald Keith, and she had pWd much of the time with her husband. Mrs. Redbum had had an intense yearning of late to see her favourite child. It was three-months since she had hea'rd.from her, and the mother's heart was full of terrible misgiving and anxieties. Yet Queenie could not be ill. Madame Delange would
outcry lutve written in tnat case. Had Qneenie's letters miscarried ? Had she forgotten the dear old mother, and brother, and home ? Mrs. Redbum went up the narrow stairs to the chamber over the draw ing room — a sunny room, with case ment windows open to the breeze, with fluttering white curtains, \and air full of sweetness and fragrance'. The pale-tinted walls hung with pictures, the blue carpet, the blue chairs with their fresh white covers, the low, white, canopied bed in an alcove, the many elegancies scattered upon dressing table and elsewhere, the scent bottles and dressing case, the pretty writing table and low easy chairs, were'in strong, contrast with the dark colours and ancient furniture elsewhere throughout, the dwelling
lnis was Queenie s room, newly fitted up for her occupancy, and here the stern faced old mother came ?; to dream dreams of her darling, and to indulge in such moments of tender ness as startled even herself. She adjusted the curtains softly, and dusted the dressing case, and scattered rose leaves in the drawers of the bureau, and all the while a new determination was gathering strength within her soul and showing itself in her featnres. ? ° Mary Redburn, her daughter- in law, came in softly, and was struck with the new expression on the old
lady s face. The younger Mrs. Red bum was fair and freckled, a peevish little woman, with many good qualities, and with . an intense jealousy of this beautiful Queenie, who had all of the mother's heart, and so large a share of her husband's ' The room is perfcet,; mother,' she exclaimed. ' You have spent a good deal on it. Queenie will be a very ungrateful girl if she isn't delighted.' ' She will be,' said Mrs. Redbum) with that strange smile of tenderness in her hard old eyes. 'My Queenie is the sweetest, most loving girl in all the world.' (To be continued.)
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