sround. ‘Phe parlormaid is bending over g

will happen,’’ says Clif-

ford, snaruzsing his shoulders amiably. “We were talking of Hilary, were we not? She has her little faults, you see.’’ Cheese, sir?’’ says a véice at his el-

pow that ought to have reduced him to dust.

“No, thank you, Henrietta!’ returns he blandly.

Aiter this !—

Diana rises hastily from the table, and

to Ker, leaves the room. followed by Hilary, and meeting in the safe lusion of the drawing-room, they fall into each other’s arms and give way to wild mirth!

with a hurried smilie ; toe lar She is quickly

sec

“Oh! but it was too bad of him,’’ says Diana. ‘“‘He might have warned us, given us a hint. But to go on like that! Hilary, when he spoke of your ‘attend- ing,’ I felt as though I should have to

get up and go away.

“That wasn't half as bad as his at- tempt at the betrayal of my dress at the | dsnce."’

“Betrayal! He would mever have be- trayed you !"’

“I suppose not. But yet—hush! Are they coming?’ I must hurry away and see about afternoon tea. I suppose he’! stay for that.’’

‘Poor darling, you must be tired!’’ ‘Tired!’ Hilary throws out her arms tragically. ‘‘When it is for—him!’’

“Oh, Hilary!’’ anxiously. ‘‘That re- minds me. What do you think of him? He is good-looking, isn’t he?’’

“You forget 1 saw him last night.’’

“Well! But now in daylight! I think one should always judge a person by daylight. And you-——?’’

“Think he looks just the same as he did at midnight.’

“But Hilary, dearest, _——

“That he said he possible ever to like me! get that!’’

you can’t forget

should find it im- No,I shan’t for-

CHAPTER VIL.

He refuses to stay to afternoon tea, however. Having waited until four o'el presumably on the chance of see-

who has been bride, he rises

ing the neted out

Sooty. ‘l fear there is no chance of my seeing

your sister to-day?”’

young to

woman him as

‘I'm afraid not,’’ says Diana with hesitation. ‘‘But if you will wait for te:—”’ she hesitates again. What she

or hint was, that if he did wait, perhaps Hilary might then

Wes going to say

have come in from her supposed walk. But the hypocrisy is too much for her. And yet, would it have been a lie? If he

does stay, most undoubtedly he will see her face to face

‘Thanks, I’m afraid I longer,’’ says Ker a little intense relief. He looks at moment, and then says shortly, you a photograph of her?’’

i ] hotoge Hi lary! !’? Diana’s

can’t stay any Hy, to her

her fora ‘““Have

stif

irph_ of

tone is faint. The ground seems to have opened up beneath her feet. She casts a terrified glance round her, to the tables,

the cabinet, the chimney-piece. If there

should be one of Hilary’s here, and he should -notice the likeness! A wave of thankfulness sweeps over

stands on and look

little smile

her as she sees that the 1 Hilary used to

gra , and ponder over impossible bas- | t e ¢ ?. Py 7 kets of flowers, have all been carefully re 1O7 ed. vey think I ought to have one,’’ says she uncertainly. ‘‘Upstairs, perhaps. If you Will iorgive m moment—”’ ‘Certainly,’ says Ker, who is looking at her with some surprise. Her evident ‘ HucUre Ss Struck him. What kind O1 § tal ¥ Burroughs? What mystery surrounds her? Y hrs. Dyson- s.oore, When he had questioned her cau- ! assured nim she was pretty, ( r, and all t : f it ‘y i V t} ‘ ' . a lad ‘ nging thonechtis l l F next ; ? , . . : nersei: some bitterly a ri to lend he f + \ ‘ r onh Lt Wwe t rive i we read he I y . ‘ i im §s a ,« . ai yt N ‘ , i { + t " ' Po : , s k t ( : A groom perha veh » LES & There is. khosv-

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Never will he trust in them again. He would have staked his life on Clifford’s probity,yet here he is holding a clandestine meeting with his own parlor maid,in his own grounds! Whata despicable hypo- crite! Ker had noticed one or two little touches between him and his wife at luncheon, that had seemed to betray a

thorough understanding between them— a therough and I:sting affection: and now, what is he to think of those deli-

cate ‘‘touche He reme now that been other ‘‘touches’’ too, ‘delicate’? apparently. That sudden up- ing of Cliiford to help her to open bottle of ale. His tone when he did *“*Go on. LTll do it!’ It was a tone, but familiar, terribly familiar. Low, of course, for fear his wife should hear him. It suggested a confidential secret existing between them! A secret! Was it a criminal The more than

there had

by no means

‘mn bers

spring that

so: low

secret?

confidential walk through the shrubber- ies says ‘‘yes’’ to this. No doubt the assignation there had

been arranged beforehand. This would ‘ount for Clifford’s withdrawal from the drawing-room half an hour ago. had miuttered something to his wife on going, something about a visit to one of the farms—but of course he was bound

ac¢

Re

He |

to make some excuse, to give an explana- ; |

tion, however vague, for his going.

Of course he knew that this would be a safe opportunity to meet that—that— beautiful giri!

Ker would have

liked toe apply some |

bad epithet here to the parlor maid, but ;

somehow it does not come to him. It all savors so strongly of that word strikes upon seems impossibie to connect the word in- trigue with her. Her face rises before him—the eyes so clear—the brow so open —the lovely, happy lips.

And yet, this evidence!

He pulls himself Certainly something ought to be done!

Diana should be told! But oy who is

to tell her? Ker, with a sudden pang, acknowledges that it would be impossi- ble for him to draw yengeance down upon the parlor maid.

At this instant Diana returns.

‘*l’m so sorry,’’ says she calmly. ‘‘ But there is no photograph of Hilary to give

you.’ hie is an ambiguous sentence. It might mean anything! ‘‘No photograph

to give him.’’ She evidently means to convey the idea that there is not one to give. But to Ker, now, with his suspi- cions thoroughly awakened, it conveys only the thought that there may be many, but not one for him to see.

He expresses a polite regret, says good- by to his “sinew nal having been ac- companied by her to the doorin the fri ree t fashion, leaves the house.

He has hardly gone one step beyoad the hali-docs! when Hilary thrusts her charra- ing head out of the dining-reom doer. -TER. VIII.

“He's gone?’ questic

- = hank Heaven! Qh, day we've had!’’

A And by no means ‘cheap says Hilary, who really is hopelessly frivolous.

; No. No indecd! All I’ve sufferecd! I

ns she.

Hilary,

99

wouldn’t do it again for anything. Hil- ary, I’ve counted them up, and I think I toid him four decided lies. And the worst of it I think he suspects some- thing.”’

What m akes you think that? Non- i

sense, Di! There was nothing. I’m sure I think L wes the best parior maid you have had for years.’’

“Still I’m sure ke has found out some- thing. His manner was qtiie eh need D » j let a le stiff, and » kept rt

oking me in the strat st wey He | asked for your photograph.

4. \t hat?’’

‘“‘“Yes. For your photograph. It was

ask for you my have

tural. > shouldn’t he i, I assure

ht I should

quite ns it? But when he did I thous

heart sank. fainted, but providentially some one had

removed vo.

‘*Don’t you were an ‘Irish Invincible,’ ’’ says Hilary, with reproach.

‘f hope I shan’t be removed in their way. Asa fact I took al my photos out of the room mmyrell. It « “1 to me that he might see one of tl

‘‘How you think of Diana with admiration. ‘* Nevertheless, descending once more into the lowest depths, ‘‘when he went away he left us full of suspicions.’’

curr whit.

things!’ says

3?

‘Is that ali he left us?’ says with a disgusted air. She glances round her and at this moment her eyes fall upon the umbrella stand. ‘‘You sae wronged him,’’ cries she. ‘‘The noble creature! I knew he would leave us something worth having. Behold his &U! m

There it is! A good, serviceable-looking stick of cherry-wood, with a thin band of silver rt the neck of it.

‘How c a a fora otten it?’’ says Diana. Did you : man forgetting his stick before His gioves if YOu i1KA©e, Or-—

‘*His head?’’

‘‘Nonsense. He is going away fora week, and will weng it. I suppose I had

» Dyson-Moores’.’’

heyornd the

better send it over r to the ‘‘Why, he can’t he gone .

a low intrigue, that | his brain, but it

together angrily! :

what a |

Hilary

were many.

“Hilary, don't! No, you musn’t! Be- sides he must he gone quite beyond the gate by this time. And besides—’’

“*V’ll chance it!’ Hilary. catches up the stick, darts like a modern Atalanta through the doorways, and i: gone up the avenue before Diana has time to collect another argument.

She would probably not have overtaken him, however, but for the fact that, find- ing his hand empty, and therefore awk- werd, he had discovered the loss stick and was returning for it.

Just as he comes to rhododendrons that hide the view, he sees a charming,

running toward him. Sy

She

Savs

house from

lithe

ch a figure.

figure Not

of Fun certainly—though fun is quick | in it, especislly in the eyes and month, if veiled. A lovely thing she seems to

him, all with

life, and that atits sweetest— her soft hair flying loosely roand her brow and her lips a Kittle parted.

‘Your stick, sir,’’ cries she cdemurely,

“Giirun atter pim [

of his |

the clump of

} 4 1 |

‘

as she comes up to him. He had stopped on seeing her, as if studying the strange charm that belong to this strangest of e1] Strange 1rior aids }

“Thank > : I He takes the | stick mechanically, if thinking of ' it, and then says suddenly: ‘‘I think it Was you who gave me that glass of water last ni t

Hi ton is col even severe.

X< * veturns the maid respect- { \ , t was you with a glance rl Bs } j lia Wiho 3 ili re boat p this!’

She has brought out the memorable florin d is now holding it up between her thumb and forefinger,

‘Well?’? says Ker.

! have been thinking, ’

sir, ga “that

1377. Adah

é zing dent sac

ss of water is

With ev. ness

at the fl Ilorin, a gla not worth two ings.”’

An idiotic overcom After all—even in that scene in the shrubberies—she must be a good girl, an honest girl, one whose conscience forbids her to ta ike more than her due. Such extreme de of con- science is not common with her class.

He is roused from his rcveries

~ > ~~ f ‘ y “3 ~ sense of gladness sud

denly

as Ker.

lic ac 7

Her class! by the good girl.

‘Will you take it back, sir?’ She is holding out the florin to him.

‘*Nonsense!’’ says Ker, coloring furi- ously. 66 Pry

Phen I may keep it?’’ ‘““Of course,’’ frowning. ‘Forever?”’ ‘*Forever and ever,’

now in spite of himself.

‘Well, I shali,’’ says the

Bridget. ‘‘If only,’’? with a sigh, and downcast eyes, ‘‘to remember!’’

‘To remember what?”

““Ah! never mind.’’

‘*‘But I do mind,”’ says Ker, who has somehow forgotten for the moment that monstrous episode in the shrubberies.

‘*1’m sorry for that,’’ placidly. ‘* Well,”’ with a respectful smile, ‘‘I shall keep it, sir, anyway—forever.”’

spite of |

’ says he, laughing |

counterfeit | sentimental |

} |

‘Did any one ever keep a two-shilling |

piece forever?’’ asks Ker with some amusement.

‘*T shall!’ says Bridget sweetly. “IN make a hole in it, and hang it round my neck.’’

‘That’s very good of you,’’ says Ker. ‘‘T shall like to think I was the giver of i

All at once he pulls himself together. Memory has os him with a picture!

Once again he sees this girl—this siren —with her arm in Clifford’s, and her

face uplifted to his in evident confidence. He can almost hear the light laughter with which she and he disappeared into

the shrubbery. He can almost hear too, he telis himself, with a return of his former indienation, the weeping of poor, pretty, faithfui Diana, when the truth, as eventually no doubt it will be, is laid bare to her.

‘Look here,’’ says he sternly, turning to the ‘‘siren,’’ “‘I taink I saw you just now, out thece,’’ pointing in the direc- ticn of the laurel walks.

‘Me, sir???

een. you."*

**Perhaps I was 7m ering laurel-leaves, sir, for cook to pus in the milk?’

“No, You were aa,” says ‘‘vou were talking to—your

ie, ES SOE

rea

ker shortly

master !’

She grows crimson—se crimson, so undenizbly embarrassed, that Ker for the eC md feels his het = ting. Ye Thy should it } Sho is ality then! 7 lush must be om of me. # to blush at all, is nos that a sign oO race? It. horrii to tind preseatly that he is even at this last hour striviag to condone tae cui- yrit’s feu A fact, Hilary is completely taken abi iy § uck, She had not antici- rated it ighing wi lunche i@i al aPoin the . thei; on 33270 t SCX milx t r supper, ana his way to th ¢ > mill over there } a hurried auch ovec the luncheon, and so had been—disz Covered } barrassmen r a momen ives way t ot} feelings Havin ral } “ht ae r ti f it { 3 i ii em to Ker, an ore! powering set of mirth makes her its slave. Whats had he thourht? that she was flirting with Jim—p3or old Jim—

behind the mistress’ back? It seems too funny for anything. With a view to having her amusement, » pulls out her handkerchief and buries

that she ibt, he tells He feals no pity wth about the

Ker it seems a

e) sou

her face in it. To is crying through fear, himself cont mptu usly.

for her; that ab: int picking of the huaweh- dave s for the cook has disgusted him. It was too ready a lie! He watches her as she stands with the handkerchief pressed her eyes. A very pretty handkerchief of the very fines

no

AZaiNst

a a’, a U Cain vric,

‘‘Poor Diana’s, of course,’’ he tells himeelt. At this moment ‘‘Bridget’’ glances at

her r shield. tell =e

him from behind ‘‘T hope you won’t sir,’’ says she is woeb we & y Why should I te

indignantly.

mistress,

48) 1 toe’ 99 -ys Ker } ‘candal- us is, tell her.’’

‘Yes, sir.’ rone behind the

i dar oe chatrine shor ders ar. Snakins.

~

She has ; again, and her

Evidently she is cr ying hard.

“To me,’’ says Ker, a little softened by this evidence of contrition, ‘‘your miistress seems beth good and kind.”’

‘Oh, yes, she is, sir; she is indeed.

You_can’t think how kind.’’. eae

}

f

( written ordor.

~2nen | chink It abominable or you,” spoken sternly, ‘‘to betray her in that sort of way. .

“T won’t do 1t again, sir. deed!’

Her voice is quite stifled now. She is plainly in floods of tears. Ker begins to | feel quite sorry for the poor, misguided girl. No doubt Clifford is greatly in fault. This pretty creature has only wanted one word from a friend—a real friend—to show her the iniquity of her ways, and waken her to a_ sense of her ingratitude toward a Kind mistress.

“I’m glad to hear you say that,’’ says he, ‘‘and—’’ He pauses. Diana’s sad fate recurs to him again. How is she to be defended against a bad

I won’t, in-

husband, and this so evidently easily-led ,

girl? ‘‘I wish,’’ says he greeny, |

‘that you would try to be a good girl.”’ ; "pow |

“hu toy,” os who seems suffocating. ‘‘That’s right,’’ says Ker heartily. **And you won't tell missus, sir?’’ ‘You know thayv,’’ says he stiffly. getting off scot-free? Her face, now open to his inspection, the handkerchief hav-

Bridget,

ing been lowered, help to this idea. It is |

just as it was before it went behind the flag of distress, lovely, bright, pale-pink.

“i'd like to shake hands with you over ,

that, sir.’’ The lovely parlor maid holds out her

hand to him and perforce he feels that he |

must take it.

What a very white and delicate hand! He looks at is as it lies within his own.

‘‘Never does a stroke of work if she can help it evidently. Leaves all to poor Diana,’’ decides he.

He rests his eyes on hers.

‘It seems to me, Bridget, that you are not a very industrious girl,’’ says he austerely.

‘*But why, sir?’’

**Your hands. Look at your hands.”’

Bridget looks at them. She spreads them abroad, indeed, as if examining the offending members with great inter- est.

**Are at last.

‘““Much too white.’’

**You,’’ thoughtfully, ‘‘would like them to be brown?’’ She holds them up before Ker’s eyes. They look pale as paper in the sunlight.

“I don’t know what I want, ”’ says Ker angrily. leaves her.

they too white, sir?’’ asks she

CHAPTER IX.

{ ‘“‘What a time you have been!’’ cries

Diana, meeting her upon the door-steps and drawing her into the breakfast-room, *“You saw him?’

ae ee?

‘*You spoke to him?’

**Oh, yes, yes.’’

‘“You—?”’

‘*Were scolded by him!’’

Hilary drops into a chair.

‘*Seolded by him?’’

** Actually scolded !”’

“I don’t believe a word of it,’’ says Diana, who as a rule is really the most polite creature in the world.

‘“*Well, you may. He scolded me ter- ribly. So terribly that I still tremble be- neath the wrath of his denunciations. I don’t think, Di, 1 could live out my life with a man whose eloquence lay that way.”’

“T wish you’d explain, anxiously.

‘“‘And yet,’’? continues Hilary, follow- ing out her own late train of thought as if not hearing her sister, ‘‘I should like to marry him, if only—for revenge!’’

““Nonsense, Hilary! I beleve you are laughing. I—Why, what did he say to you?’”’

”

seys Diana

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