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| $ PS ot (Continued from last week) to say to one another when papa was present, they had got past the talking stage, and one word and‘two or three 1looks did the business now. There was music, and silence, and bliss; and at ten o‘clock it was all over, and time for him to g0. peit OMR nlpatihanr £ UE CALMULROAAT BCY The last night! She gave him her hand shyly and wistfully at parting, and: went up to her room. The earl gave him a friendly clasp. "Toâ€"morrow," he said, with 2 smile, «"until toâ€"morrow, Redmond, my lad, good night and au revoir." W . LAE tnurling Tedc e tec "The November wind was now ns wildly through the moonlightâ€"flooded earth and sky. He did not see this «cold â€" splendor; he saw nothing, thought of nothing now but lovely GCecil Clive. ‘What a night that wasâ€"__â€"what a long, tossing night of joy, of hope, of. fear, of longing. He did not despair â€"he was young and sanguing, and hope had the best of it.. He knew she dloved him; had not looks, smiles, and plushes, a thousand and one things pen and ink can never tell, assured him of it? and what to an angelic beâ€" ing like that was the dross of wealth, that it should stand between two deâ€" voted hearts? Thirty thousand a year â€"the Cornishman had thatâ€"how he hated that Cornishman! Well, thirty thousand per annum is a good round sum, but there was wealth in . the world for seeking, and the labors of mWw mss WOs o ts se ns e o e nene s SCce Hercules were as nothing comparedl 4o what he was ready to undergo for ‘ her sake. An O‘Donnell had made his. mark in Spainâ€"McMahon in France â€"â€"a Wellington in Englandâ€"all Irishâ€" me good. and> true; what they had «done he would do. Yes, the Cornishâ€" man and his fortune might go au diable. She would be true to her love and to him; she would trust him and wait. Next morning, lest he should be ‘tempted to break his promise, and his feet, in spite of him, take him to the cottage, he mounted Kathleen and 'weri:\galloping over the hills and far away with the first peep of sunâ€" rise. The afternoon was.far, advancâ€" ed when he returned; the last slantâ€" ing rays of the autumn sunset were «streaming ruby and orange Oover the smiling moors as he knocked at the seottage door. He turned pale with sudden terror. What did it mean? . Where was she? His heart was throbbing so fast, it ~seemed to stop his very breath. ‘"Where is Lord Ruysland?" He ~turned almost savagely upon Gregory, with pale face and excited eyes, but ‘all the wild Irishmen from Derry to «Connaught were not going to upset the equanimity of a wellâ€"trained Engâ€" lish valet. It was opened by grave, gentlemanly Mr. Gregory.. Mr. Gregory in hat and greatcoat, and everywhere litter, and dust ,and. confusion. . Carpets taken up, pictures taken down, packingâ€" eases everywhereâ€"an exodus, eviâ€" «dently. He never spoke a word. He leanâ€" ed against the doorâ€"post, feling sick and giddy, all things seeming in a mist. Mr. Gregory returned, the note in his hand, a look of mingled am»seâ€" ment and pity struggling with the naâ€" tional and professional gravity of a Briton and a valet. Did he suspect the truth? Most likelyâ€"servants.know everything. He placed it in his hand; the young man went forward a pace or two, and the white door shut very quietly and decidedly behind him. He tore it open ;it contained an encloâ€" ure. The earl had very little to say â€"â€"half a dozen lines held Redmond O‘Donnell‘s~ sentence of doom: "Gone, Mr. Redmond, sirâ€"a sudâ€" ding summons, I believe it was. His lordship left about nine o‘clock this morning, _ sirâ€"Lady Cecil, halso. Which there is a note for you, Mr. Redmond, sir, which no doubt hexâ€" plains. Wait one moment, â€"hif you please and T‘ll fetch it." "My Dear Boy:> I spoke to Cecil afâ€" ter you left. It is as I fearedâ€"you have deceived yourself, Her promise binds her; she has no wish nor inâ€" clination to break it. And she had no idea of the state of your feelings. She joins with me in thinking it best for all parties she should go at onceâ€" another meeting could be but embarâ€" rassing to both. With real regrets, and best wishes for your future, I am, my dear boy,. sincerely yours, § "Ruysland." The enclosed was in the slim, Italian tracery of Lady Cecilâ€"strangely cold aund heartless words: "Mon Ami: I am inexpressibly disâ€" tressed. Pava has told me all. What he said to you is true. My promise is given and must be kept. It is best that I should go. Farewell! My eternal gratitude and friendship are yours. ~Only thatâ€"so ‘colid, so hollow, :so heartless, so false! The golden sunâ€" shine, the green limeâ€"trees, the violet ‘heath turned black for an instant beâ€" fore his eyes. Then he crumpled the letters in his hand and walked away. Mr. Gregory was watching from the window. Mr. Gregory saw him stagâ€" ger like a drunken man as he walkâ€" ed, and, some twenty yards from the cottage, fling himself downward on the waving heath, and lie there like a stone. Mr. Gregory‘s masculire sympathies were touched. "Poor young chap!" he soliloquized. "Master‘s been and given him the slip. He‘s fell in love with her ladyâ€" ship, and this ‘ere‘s the hupshotâ€" Sarves him right, of courseâ€"poor a5 a church mouseâ€"still, he‘s nice young felar, and I quite pities him. I rememâ€" ber ‘ow I felt myself when "Arriet Lelachur long ago jilted me." He lay there for hours. The sun had set, the night, with its starts and winds, had come, when he lifted his head off his arm, and Mr. Gregory and the packing cases were miles away. â€"His laggard eyes fell on the notes he still held, and with a fierce imprecation he tore them into atoms and sceattered them far and wide. "And so shall °I tear herâ€"false, heartless, mocking jiltâ€"out of my life. Oh, God! to think ithat every smile, every. word, every look â€" was mockery and deceitâ€"that she was fooling me from the first, and laughâ€" THE LAST LINK er wind was NAOVLCCZS the moonlightâ€"flooded He did not see this he saw nothing, thine now but lovely aaaaaa e e e e o j ae PSEA E P EPC emnaivectrontrestonntractomtontioniini ies oo m e on mp e on m o on in in t ie e ht howling ecil." I tnought her. an. &NEOL /. s z20000 while I live I‘ll never trust man OT woman again!" Are we not all unconsciously theatâ€" rical in the supremeée hnours _ of our lives? He was now, although there was a heartâ€"sob in every word. And with them the boy‘s heart went out from Redmond O‘Donnell, and never came back again. f CHAPTER IL. ITS ENGLISH READING Lady Cecil then was heartlessâ€"you say, a flirt, a deceitful flirt, from first to lastâ€"luring with innocent eyes and. soft, childish smile, even at siitecn.} only to fling her vietim away the moâ€" ment her conquest was made. Wait. She had bidden Redmond â€" good night. There was & tender, tremuâ€" lous happiness in the soft hazel eyes that watched him out of sight, a faint halfâ€"smileâ€" on the rosy, parted. lips. She scarcely knew what her new skyâ€" bliss meant; she never thought _ of falling in loveâ€"was she not to marry Sir / Arthur Tregenna?â€"only, she had never, never been half so hapDpy before in all her life, and that Ireâ€" land was fairer and lovelier than the "Islands ‘of the. Blessed‘" themselves. "Good night, papa,‘" she said, takâ€" ing her candle and tm'ni'ng to go. "Oh!â€"wait a moment, Queeni¢e, will you?" her father said, somewhat hurâ€" riedly; ‘I want you to do a little copyâ€" ing for me before you £0 to. bed." ng at my "Copying?" She set down her canâ€" dle and looked at him in wonder. He did not choose to meet those large, surprised brown eyes. Ee cueinnnerntn in oomec M "Â¥es, my dear. Don‘t look alarm ed; only a line or‘ two. Here it is Copy it off, word for word, as I dicâ€" tate." "Papa," %is daughter began, . still with that disturbed face, "whom 18 this written for?. What does it mean ? I don‘t understand." "Don‘t you? Please don‘t ask too many questionsâ€"curiosity has ever been the bane of your sex. Rememâ€" ber Eve and Lot‘s wife ,and be warnâ€" ed. Perhaps I want your autograph. Apropos of nothing," he was very busily folding the note now. "Therese will wake|you early toâ€"morrow mornâ€" ing. We start immediately â€" after breakfast for Enniskillen." "Enniskillen!" She said it with a sort of gasp. "Papa, are weâ€"going away" § He laid down the letter, and looked her full, keenly, stéeadily in the face. Her eyes shifted and fell under that pitiless scerutiny. "And if we are, Queenieâ€"what then? If I had said we were going to‘ the antipodes, you would hardly look more aghast. Your attachment toâ€"ah, Torryglen, of courseâ€"must be very strong,, my dear, since the thought of leaving it affects you thus." She shrank away from his sneer as though he had struck her. Her senâ€" sitive lips quivered, her face flushed. Again she took her candle and turned to go. e ‘"Not one second® too sgon,” he thought. ‘"Another week and the mischief would have been irrevocably done. Given a lonely country house, and two moderately wellâ€"looking peoâ€" ple, thrown constantly into propinâ€" quity, a loveâ€"affair invariably folâ€" lows. My young friend O‘Donnell, I thank you for speaking in the nick of time. You have a pride that bears no proportion to your purse or prosâ€" pects, and I think those two polite little notes will effectually wind up your business." aaaa e e m e ons ‘"Good night, papa.‘" Her voice sounded husky, and the earl watched the slight, fragile figure ascending the stairs, with compressed lips and knitted brows. "Lady. Cecil slept very little that nightâ€"a panic had seized her. Going away! did he know? would she see him to say goodâ€"by before she left? would they ever meet again? And that noteâ€"what did that cold, formal note mean? Whom was it for? Her cheeks were quite white, her eyes heavy, her step slow, her tones languid, whep she descended to breakfast. She was already in her ridingâ€"habit, and her eyes kept turning to the door and windowsâ€"up the valley road leading to the O‘Donnell‘s ruined keep. Would he come? The earl saw and smiled grimly to himself. e e e e e e e e# 4 ‘"No, my dear," he said inwardly. "You strain your, pretty brown eyes for nothingâ€"he will not come. A handsome lad and a brave, but you have looked your last upon him." They arose from breakfastâ€" he hour of departure had come. " aen out of sheer desperation Lady Cecil gathered courage and spoke with a great gulp: _ "Mr. â€"O‘Donnell,‘ _ with bland _ urâ€" banity, "well, I‘m not quite positive whether I mentioned to him yesterâ€" day our departure or not. I shall leave him a note, however, of thanks and farewell. Of course, it wasn‘t necessary to tell him, my dearâ€"a very fine follow, indeed, in his sphere, and much superior to the rest of the peasâ€" antryâ€"a little presumptuos, though, I fancy, of late. Come, Cecilâ€"the horses wait and ‘time is on the wing.‘" 8 "Pafia-;doesâ€"does Mr. O‘Donnell know weâ€"" She stopped, unable tc finish the sentence. What could she say?â€"what could she do? There was passionate rebelâ€" lion at her heartâ€"pain, love, regret, remorse. â€" Oh, what would he think? how basely ungrateful she would apâ€" pear in his eyes. How unkindâ€"how cruel of papa, not to have spoken last presumptuous folly, while her an angel. And â€"heâ€" CyTm" naver trust man O vae n e in on n ’---“““--““--o-“-’woooooo aile. vm“--““-mmom“-m.--"- s heartlessâ€"you | flirt, from first mnocent eyes and even at sixteen, u have that? 1! My eternal p are yours.‘ That will do. CCC e tt 7ait.l They rode on; the tower was reachâ€" ood|ed. All the way she had scarcely nuâ€" |spoken ‘one wordâ€"all the way she had yes | been. watching, watching vainly for aint, him.. They dined at Ballynahaggart, lips.| and started in the afternoon for Enisâ€" kyâ€" { killen. They made no stayâ€"only that of |one night; in two days they were in arry | London. she} They remained a week inâ€"the metâ€" night before he left, and let them say goodâ€"by, at least. She could hardâ€" ly see the familiar landscape for the pasisonate tears that filled her eyes. Here was the riverâ€"only a placid stream now, where he had so heroi¢â€" ally risked his life, to save hers, yonâ€" der the steep, black cliff up which he had scrambled, at the risk of his neck, to gather a cluster of holly she had longed for. There were the grim, rugâ€" ged, lonely towers and Bbuttresses of the once grand old Irish castle, there the spot where she had sat by his s‘ide hundreds of times sketching the ruins. And now they were parting without one: word of farewellâ€"parting . forâ€" ever! They remained a week inâ€"the metâ€" ropolis, at the residence of a friend. The earl returning home to dinner one evening, sought out his daughter, with an interesting item of news. In Reâ€" gent Street that day he had come suddenly upon. whom did she think? â€"their young Irish friend, Redmond O‘Donnell. She had been sitting at the winâ€" dow looking out at the twilit street. At the sound of that name she turnâ€" ed suddenly.. How wan and thin she had grown in a weekâ€"how dull the bright brown eye! Now a sudden light leaped into themâ€"a swift, hot flush of joy swept over her face. "Papa!l Redmond! You saw him!" "Yes, my dear," Lord Ruysland said carelessly, "and looking very well, too. I asked him to come hereâ€"said vyou would be glad to see himâ€"very sorry at having to leave Ireland withâ€" out an opportunity of saying goodâ€"by, and all thatâ€"but he declined." "Heâ€"declined!" The pale lips could but just shape the words. "Â¥es, . and rather discourteously, too. Said he did not mean to stay in London over a week, and that his time would be fully occupied. He did not: even send you a message;, he seemed filled with bo_visl} elation over his own affairs.. He is going out to Algiers, he tells me, to seek active service unâ€" der the French flag. These hotâ€"headâ€" ed Irishmen are always ‘spoiling for a fight.‘ He seemed in great spirits, and quite wild to be off.‘ But he might, have found ti%lme to call,.though, all the same, I think, or even send you a message. It‘s ‘out of sight, out of imind.‘ with these hareâ€"brained sort of ! people, though, always. Go to the ‘dickens to do any one a service, and {forget them for good the instant they rare out of their sight." Dead silence answered him. He tried to see his daughter‘s face, but it was averted, and the gathering twiâ€" light hid it He need not have feared. She had all an English girl‘s "pluck." Her eyes were flashing now, one little hand clenched hard, her teeth set. She had liked him so muchâ€"soymuch, she had not known one happy hour since they had left Ulster, for thinking of him; and now he was in London, and refused to come to see herâ€"talked to her father, and would not even send his remembrances=â€"â€"=O0n the eve of deâ€" parture for ever, it nmiight be, and could find no time to call and say ‘goodâ€"by. She had thought of him by tday and dreamed of him by night, and he returned itâ€"like this! "I‘ll never think of him againâ€" never!" she said, under her breath. "I am glad, glad, glad he does not dream how much Iâ€"I like him!"‘â€" a great sob here. ‘"I‘ll never think of him again, if I can." If she could! One thing is certain, she never uttered his name from that hour, and slowly the sparkle came back to her eyes, the old joyous ring to her laugh, and La Reine Blanche was her own bright, glad self once more. ‘"Love‘s young dream" had come and gone, had been born, and died a natural death, and was deâ€" cently buried out of sight. But this, also, is certainâ€"no second dream ever came to replace it. Good men and true bowed down and fell before Lord Ruysland‘s handsome, darkâ€"eyed daughter; names, titles, hearts, forâ€" tunes, and coronets were laid at her feet, to be rejected. The world could not understand.. What did she mean ? What did she expect? She felt a sort of weary wonder, herself. Why could she not return any of this love so freeâ€" ly lavished upon her? Men had asked her to be their wife whose affection and name would have done honor to any woman, but she rejected them. all. Many of them touched her pity and her prideâ€"not one her heart. Her father looked on patiently, quite reâ€" signed. None of these admirers were richer than his favorite, Sir Arthur Tregenna. Sir Arthur Tregenna, when the time came, she should marry. In all these years of conquest, and triumph, and pleasure she had heard nothing of or from her Irish hero. Long before, perhaps, his grave might have been made out yonder under the burning Arab sky; dead or alive, at least he was lost forever to her. She could even smile now as she looked back upon that pretty, poetic, foolish idyl of her first youthâ€"smile to think what a hero he had been in her.eyes â€"how willingly she would have given "all Sor love, and thought the world well lost‘"â€"smile to think what simâ€" pletons loveâ€"sick girls of sixteen are. And now six years were past, and he stood before her. Stood before her changed greatly, and yet the same. It was a superbly soldierly figureâ€"tall, stalwart, erect, strong, but not stoutâ€" muscular, yet graceful. The fresh, beardless face of the boy she rememâ€" bered she saw no longer; the face of the man was darkly bronzed by the burning Algerian sun; a most becomâ€" ing, most desirable auburn beard and mustache altered the whole expresâ€" sion of the lower part, It had a stern, something of a tired look, the lips a cynical curve, the blue eyes a keen, hard light, very different from their old honest simplicity and frankness. No; this bronzed, bearded, Algerian chasseur was not the Redmond O‘â€" ‘Donnellâ€"she had known and liked so well any more than she was the blushâ€" \"mg, tender heart of six years ago. eee2020e4 e e e 4 4 4 longs w er,/and she held out her hand to NIIL with a smile and glance as bright, as frank, as pleasant as any that had ever beeh/given him by the Lady Cecâ€" 11, of Torryglen. "It isâ€"it is Captain O‘Donnell. And after all those years! And so changed by time, and whiskers, and Algerian campaigning, that I may well be. parâ€" aoned for doubting his identity." He bowed with a smile over the little hand a brief instant, then reâ€" signed it. ' "Changed, no doubtâ€"and not for the better; grown old, and gray, and grim. And you, too, have changedâ€" Lady Cecilâ€"it. might seem like flatâ€" tery if I told you how greatly. And yet I think I should have known you any where." "Queenie has grown tall, and doesâ€" n‘t blush quite so often as she used at Torryglen," her father. interposed. "You have had many hairbreadth esâ€" capes by flood and field since we saw you last, but I don‘t think you ever had a narrower one than that evening when we saw you first, Oh, wellâ€"â€" perhaps excepting yesterday at the picnic." i Captain O‘Donnell laughedâ€"the old pleasant, mellow laugh of long agoâ€" and showed very white teeth behind his big trooper‘s mustache. «¥es, the risk was imminent yeSâ€" terday; my nerves have hardly yet reâ€" covered the shock of thatâ€"tempest in a teapot. I am.glad to find the lady T rescued so heroically from that twoâ€" pennyâ€"halfpenny squall is none the worse for her wetting." "Here she comes to answer for herâ€" self," returned the earl, as his niece came sailing up on the arm of Major Frankland. "Major Frankland, behold the pr°â€" server of your life from the hurricane yesterday. Lady Dangerfield has alâ€" ready thanked him. Major Frankland, my friend, Captain O‘Donnell." Major Frankland bowed, but he also frowned and pulled his whisker. Why need the fellow be so confoundâ€" edly goodâ€"looking, and why need woâ€" men make such a howling over & trifle? He hadn‘t even risked a wet jacket for Lady Dangerfieldâ€"he had risked nothing, in fact; and here she was for the second time pouring forth her: gratitude. with an effusion and volubility sickening to hear. Captain O‘Donnell bore it all like the hero he was, and/stood with his ‘"blushing honors thick upon him," perfectly ‘ cool, perfectly easy, perfectly selfâ€" possessed. "So you wére the knight to the resâ€" cue, Captain O‘Donnell?" Lady Cecil said, with a laugh that had a shadow of her father‘s sarcasm in it. "I might} have known it if I had known you. were in the neighborhood at all. You have an amiable mania for saving people‘s lives. It reminds me of deâ€" clining a verb. First person singular, he saves my life, second person sinâ€" gular he saves your life, third person singular he saves his lifeâ€"meaning Sir Arthur over yonder. Really if the tournament and tilting days were not over you might ride forth a veritable knight errant with visor closed, and corselet clasped, and lance in rest, to the rescue of fair maidens and noble dames in danger, But all this while, papa; you do not tell us what good fortune has sent Captain O‘Donnell to ] Sussex, of all places in the world." She stood for an instant looking at | im. The surprise of seeinig hnn\ ‘we, as suddenly as though he _had | en up out of the earth, almost took \ i breathcaway. ~ But for the Lady en (3hve to lose her s«.lr.ymss(‘ssioni ‘"‘And why not to Sussex, Lady Ceâ€" cil? One could hardly select a fairer county to ruralize in.. However, the choice on this occasion was not mine, but my sister‘s. She wished to come â€"why, Heaven knowsâ€"I never preâ€" sume to ask the reason of a lady‘s whim,. She wished to come to Sussex, to Castleford, andâ€"here we are." ‘"Your gister?" Lady Gecil said, inâ€" terested. ‘"Yes, Mr. Wyatt told me in town she was with you. In ill health, too, I am almost afraid he said." "In very ill health," the chasseur anâ€" swered gravely; "and I can set her anxiety to visit this place down to nothing but an invalid‘s meaningless whim.â€" My great hope is that its gratiâ€" fication may do her good." ‘"In very pleasant quarters," with a smile at her brusquerie; "at the Silâ€" ver Rose." "Your sister here, and sick, Captain O‘Donnell?" Lady Dangedfield cut in, "and we not know it? Abominable! Where are you staying?" ‘"‘Very pleasant for an Algerian solâ€" dier, perhapsâ€"not so pleasant for an invalid lady, Your sister comes here, Captain O‘Donnellâ€"oh, I insist upon itâ€"and shall make Scarswood her home during her stay.. You, too, Sir Peter, and I will be most happy;‘ inâ€" deed, we shall take no excuse." But Captain O‘Donnell only listened and smiled that inexorable smile of his. ‘"‘No one ever says impossible to me, sir," cries my lady imperially. ‘"Miss O‘Donnellâ€"is she Miss O‘Donâ€" nell, by the bye? She is. Very well, then, Lady Cecil and I will call upon Miss O‘Donnell toâ€"morrow at the Silâ€" ver Rose, and fetch her back with us hereâ€"that‘s decided." ‘"Thanks very much; you are most kind; but, of course, it is quite imâ€" possible." "Gad! my dear," interrupted "Lord Ruysland, ‘"if you can prevail upon O‘Donnell to say yes when O‘Donnell has made up his mind to say no, then you are a greater diplomat than I ever gave you credit for. ‘Pon my life, you should have seen and heard the trouble I had to induce him to honor Scarswood with his presence even for a few moments toâ€"night. Said it wasn‘t worth while, you knowâ€" inâ€" tended to leave in a week or so â€"â€" didn‘t even want to put in an appearâ€" ance at all, by George! even to see you again, Queenie, one of his oldest friends." "It is characteristic of Captain O‘â€" Donnell to treat his friends with proâ€" found disregard. Not overflattering to us, is it, Ginevra? By the way, though, I should have thought you would have liked to see Sir Arthur Tregenna again, at ieast. He certainâ€" ly would have put himself to considâ€" erable inconvenience for the pleasure of meeting you." â€" ‘"What!" O‘Donnell said, his eyes lighting ‘with real pleasure, "Tregenâ€" na ‘here! You are right, Lady Cecil; I shall be glad to meet him againâ€" the best fellowâ€"Ah! I see himâ€"very pleasantly occupied he appears to be, too." "Flirting with the governess," put in the earl, stroking his ironâ€"gray moustache. "Miss Herncastle must have something to say for herself, then, after all; she has succeeded in amusing Tregenna longer and better than I ever saw him before since he came here.. How is it she comes to be among us toâ€"night, Ginevra? Her first appearance, is it not?â€"and very unlike your usual tactics." 11 e to lose her seltâ€"pnossessiOn not possible. . A secoud latâ€" e held out her hand to him (To Be Continued) Walter thinks they‘re winter bees Swarming ovef all‘ the trees. Soft and silent, chilly, whiteâ€" Have you guessed the answer right Soift and fluffv, down they come, White and very feathersome. Bobby says they‘re butterflies Eluttering in companies. 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