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| Lam only Florabel Dean.’’
Miss,’’ said a rich, masculine voice, from the other side of the low stone wall. ‘‘Is this Pemberton Hall, and are you one of the Misses Pember- ton?’’
Florabel sprang to her feet, flushing red in girlish confusion. A young
man stood leaning no the other side of the stone wall, gazing curiously at the petite girl with mild rose coloring in her face, a quizzical smile playing about his mustached lips.
A fair-haired, handsome young fel- low he was, in a long, dusty linen coat, and rather a smashed-appearing broad-brimmed hat, from beneath which a pair of laughing blue eyes looked down into her own.
And this was the picture the strang- er saw, and which was graven on his heart long years after:
A slender, girlish figure, in a torn, gray dress; a dark, startled, gypsyish face, with the color like the heart of a red rose blooming on it, framed in
a mass of tumbled, tawny, crinkling |
curls; and a pair of wondrously bright hazel eyes, that dropped confusedly beneath his curious gaze.
With the wild flowcrs twined in her loose, tangled curls, even in her torn dress, and with the huge basket her slim brown
hands, she formed the prettiest pic- ture of health and beauty the young | man’s eyes had ever rested on.
In an instant Florabel remembered
and gained something
his question,
like composure.
6472. te De ‘ "? she es . : This is Pemberton Hall,’’ she an | over his loss; and if she shed a few
swered, shyly, ‘‘but I am not one of the Misses Pemberton. Oh, dear, no! A sudden idea seemed to flash
i over her brain. **Oh, I know now who you are!’’ she
cried, in accents of the greatest re- t lief. ‘*You are the ne gardener whom we have been expecting. I ain | so glad you are come, for I have to fill the great iron preserving kettle to the brim before noon; and if you had not come [I should have had to fill
these great heavy baskets all myself.’’ The stranger looked at her aghast. ‘*Wouldn’t those young ladies
sitting on the porch yonder come to
‘ 13 larity: a dilemma
two
as
such nodding
your rescue in that?’’ he asked, Evelyn and Maud.
‘*Oh, dear, no!’’ replied ‘*They are all dressed up to receive the handsome young man who is com- ing to-day. And evenif they were not, they wouldn’t like-tospoil their white hands. ”’
There was no intention of malice in her words; it was only the frank expression of a thoughtless young girl.
‘*So you recognize,in me the new gardener whom you were expecting to-day ?’’ he asked, a dancing light in his bonny blue eyes, and a peculiar smile hovering about his handsome mustached mouth.
‘*Oh, on,’’ returned Florabel, quick- ly. ‘‘Squire Pemberton telegraphed to the city for a gardener; he had no idea what person would be sent to us. I hope, though, that you can work as well as John, our last, could.’’‘ This with a dubious glance at the stranger's white, shapely hands.
‘‘Come,’’ she added, hastily, ‘‘if you are the new gardener, suppose you go to work at once and help me fill up these baskets; that’s what John would have had to do.’’
‘‘I’m perfectly willing’’ returned the young man, swinging open the gate, and kneeling down among the green leaves and crimson fruit by her side, the mischievous smile still on his lips.
It was wonderful how quickly the huge baskets were filled up with the glowing, luscious fruit as the hours rolled by.
Once or twice Florabel had repri- manded her companion for stopping to gaze at her; and then again he was little awkward at handling the huge basket, and generally ate the largest and best of the berries. But, then, he was so good natured, and laughed so loud at her frowns and scoldings, that, before they had passed an hour together, Florable thought:
‘*What a really nice young man he is! Even if he is a poor gardener he’s as polite as any of the city beaux that
towards
Florabel.
‘come out here to visit Evelyn and
Maud.’’ From their position in the garden
they could both see and hear all that
transpired on the porch where the girls sat, and Rupert Hale. as the new
; Some,
| one thought,’’
| as fast as steam could take him,
EE ee
They saw the carriage dash up the broad drive to the porch, and both of the girls step flutteringly forward, blushing and smiling their sweetest.
Oh! it’s papa and Mr. Forrester at last !’’ cried Maud.
But only the old gentleman emerg- ed from the vehicle.
‘‘Spare your blushes and welcomes, my dears,’’. exclaimed the old squire, bluntly. ‘‘Mr. Forrester did not come. The boat was in half an hour before I reached the landipg; but it’s all thessame—he.did not.come on it.’’
‘‘How prevoking!’’ cried Evelyn, stamping her slippered foot in vex- ation.
‘*‘What a disappointment!’’ echoed
Maud; ‘‘and Eve and I sitting here’
in our best white dresses waiting him. He will be sure to come to- morrow, but they will be all wrinkled and soiled by that time.’’
“Florabel shall do them up again to-night,’’ retorted Evelyn, ‘‘and
that matter.’’ This event seemed to put the two angry beautes in the worst of temper,
and, as usual, they vented their ill
humor upon poor Florabel, heedless of the new gardener’s presence, upon whom they never once deigned to cast their eyes.
A few days later the new gardener, with@ut a word of warning, mysteri- qusly disappeared. This was sorrow-
‘lorabel, and for was very heavy
ful news for little a few days her heart
tears over it, nobody ever knew it.
But, though she missed his hand- bonny face more than she would admit even to herself, her girlish heart did not break.
“Tf he can leave without one word of farewell to-me, I shall not give him she told herself; and she did her best to forget him.
As for the young man himself, though whirling away from Deepdale and never intending to see the place again, a pair of hazel eyes, and a pretty dimple face, framed in crinkled, tawny masses of golden hair, haunted him.
‘*The little witch is not for me,
that’s certain,’’ he mused, lighting a |
choice Havana, and watching the blue smoke as it curled upward. ‘‘I
was learning to care for her, and that must not be. Her path and mine run in widely different grooves. I must bow to the inevitable, and give up all thoughts of little Florabel, though I might as well own the truth to my- self for the first and last time—I love her. Yes, I love her, and [ can never give her up—never!’’
an ame TE CHAPTER ITI.
After ten days of ceaseless watching for the expected guest, both Mand and Evelyn gave up all uandsome Max Forrester.
And certainly, with each day, the temper of the two beauties was by no means improved in consequence.
‘*T—I won't endure Evelyn’s scold- ing any longer,’’ sobbed Florabel one morning. ‘‘I shall run away soon, or something auite desperate. I doen't
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door open, and walked into the room.
The squire sat at his writing desk. He did not raise his head as Florabel entered, and the girl coughed slightly to acquaint him of her presence.
The old squire had always been fond of the beautiful, motherless girl fate had thrown on his hands, and he maée no secret of it that she should certainly inherit quite as much of his fortune as his own daughters Evelyn and Mand. Perhaps this was one rea- son why the two girls had such a bit- ter hatred in their hearts toward lovely little Flombel.
A great wave of pity stirred Flora- bel’s heart as she saw how white and haggard the old squire’s face looked in the waning sunlight.
‘‘Squire Pemberton,’’ she _ said, softly stealing up behind him, and. kneeling down by the side of his chair, ‘‘won’t you listen for just one moment to something I have to tell
' you? and, oh, please don’t scold me
; , for coming to you to settle a difficulty every night until he does come, as for |
between Evelyn and me.”’
The fresh young voice hesitated a little.
No exclamation—no word of sur- prise broke from the squire’s stern, set lips. The portly form never moy- ed from its position; the hand which held the pen, poised ever so slightly over the half written page, did not wander to the bowed, curly head; no soothing voice answered that girlish outburst as it was won’t to do.
With a low sob, the girl bent her
curly head lower, until it rested upon | | tumbled, golden curls.
the hand lying idly on the arm of the chair. What was there in that
cold, clammy topch that sent such | She |
a chill of horror to her heart? springs to her feet, stoops, and gazes, for one breatheless moment, into the pallid face, into the glazed eyes that
flash back no look of recognition into |
her own.
: ‘ . . Then a piercing shriek rings through |
the library. **Oh, my God! my Pemberton is dead !’’ Yes, the good old squire was dead,
God! Squire
' and by his death poor Florabel had |
lest the only friend she had in the world; and bending frantically over him, calling him piteously by every tender, imploring name, this fair young girl was all unconscious of the terrible complications of fate in store for her which his death would bring about.
For days Pemberton Hall was wrapped in the deepest gloom. Serv- ants came and went, with quiet tread and solemn faces; people came and went 6n business connected with the final ceremonies. Crushing sorrow and numbing woe reigned everywhere, but, somehow, Florabel lived through those days, and, somehow, found her- self settling down into the routine of daily life and duty again.
The funeral was over; the dear, kindly face was gone forever; the chair he had used would be vacant for- ever of his presence. The house seem- ed doubly lonely to poor Florabel now; for, since the funeral, Evelyn and Maud had been passing the time in Boston.
The Hall had been closed and the servants discharged, all save Mrs.
Whitney, the old housekeeper, and she was but to stay until the end of the coming fortnight.
‘‘T am sure I do not know what you will do after Lam gone,’’ she often said, anxiously, to Florabel; ‘‘surely they do not intend you to live here and take care of this house all by yourself? The thought troubles me, child; yes, troubles me—I don’t know why.’’
One morning, some ten days after the departure of the young ladies, Florabel and the old houeskeeper stood together among the wilderness of roses that rioted in the old garden. Tkere was a puzzled look on the dimpled face of the girl, and a far- away expression in the hazel eyes.
‘It is nearly two weeks since I have heard from either Evelyn or Maud, Mrs. Whitney,’’ she said, thought- fully. ‘‘What do you suppose is the matter? Do you think either of them is ill, grieving for the dear old squire?’’
Tle housekeeper flushed uneasily under the gaze of the girl’s clear, searching eyes.
She had been standing there beside poor, helpless Florabel, trying, for the last flve minutes, to summon up cour-
age to tell her that which she had!
‘settling up the estate of the late Mr. Pemberton, that the sale of Pember-
' most merciful thing she could do for
_ tears from her eyes in bitter despair.
keeper’s unwilling hands the letter that was to change the whole current of her eventful young life.
She wondered why Mrs. Whitney still lingered beside her, looking at her with such wistful eyes.
Throwing off her sun hat, Florabel sat down on the rustic bench beneath the old apple tree, and hastily broke the seal.
‘*‘What a very short letter,’’ she said. Then she stopped short with a sudden gasp, the darkness of death falling around her. These were the words that made the pulse of life al- most cease beating:
‘“‘Miss Florabel Dean—Dear Miss: I have to inform you as administrator
ton Hall and the grounds adjoining it has just been effected, and the pur- | chaser is Gesirous of taking .mmedi-— ate possession. I am requested by the | Misses Pemberton to add, they would be pleased if you can find it conveni- ent to find a home elsewhere. Yours very respectfully, ‘‘A. H. Burdick,
**Attorney and Counselor at Law.’’ <
Slowly the letter fell from Flora- bel’s hands and fluttered down among the roses at her feet. A piteous wail | broke from her ashen lips, and the | light seemed to die out of her eyes. Like one dead, she fell face down- ward in the long, green grass.
**Oh, little Florabel, my poor lamb, don’t take it so hard!’’ sobbed the old
housekxee
stroking the lovely, ‘**Don’t, dear; you break my heart.’’
Florabel turned her face awav with. bitter moans, praying to be left alone, and the old housekeeper walked slow- ly back to the Hall, believing the
her would be to leave her in solitude
to battle --ith—this terribie
alone. **‘T shall never enter these doors again after this!’’ Florabel cried,
springing to her feet and dashing the
At the end of the chestnut drive she ran straight into the arms cf the! handsome Rupert Hale, who was ap- proaching with rapid strides. He certainly looked more like a young gentleman of liesure and of fashion, judging from his natty navy blue suit and white straw hat, with the blue band around it, to say nothing of the flashing diamonds that adorned his white, shapely hand.
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THE DAILY EXAMINER, CHARLOTTELOWN, FEBRUARY 24, 1900. OE eae ee ee ee PED wae —— ee SEE EET HN Tn ee SOc Te CE es eal We AE — - ALLEL LLL LLL TT TO | } ’ ‘ - " ~e ES 6) f a ane if ono - an ~ — e believe Maud or Evelyn would care. , village for coal, “ar. Tiitié,’’ she fal ~ - x ie | No one cares for me except the poor | *tongrkt Her’ out : ng the r : tered, timidly (jO! LU ; i ie | ‘ - } : s : : o j Ad i si). Jaa kin aj . _ zo » | old squire. He loves me a little, I | disclose to her, but the words died ‘‘So I did: but I have returned, be- , xX (rN FRY fii TA\ T= n rk : CA orcas ‘ten think. for ) asim o's calen 9? etal le ie ee il - J . : . ) 2CALr|A tea » [ | cad Li a TAN HR )) || | G \) [] ({ Ty [)) ae ( » oft - thing, tor poor Mamma's sake, away unspoken on her lips. Ah, how] cause I cannot stay away. But C=1 CAVIGALY « i 4 a ee Stas FIA Fae® Pook et A, 1 hit is ja LH + 7 she sighed. | could she tell ] where-are ¥ soing. Florabel?’’ ke HK 1 \| HT) —\ it )) 4 | a) MW OLLTP AWE TE mr) oe ) “lw ler $¢ it wonla he richt tas 1 ie al wiere are you going, yee »e . ae bWU UN Ist - WY) LLY WY ba rt y pies er if it would be right to | The mails were delayed this morn-]| asked, quickly. ‘You have been wh; ' co et eee ~~ ~~ . <G) | go to him and tell him how mat- ! ing. my dear,’’ she said, hesitatingly,4-inc -There-are trocee of teara On offered t 5. | . -_ ¥ . ore 4 va te is dae i >>} ‘ . ea ’ & =? ; ing i here:-are es oi Tears on } LkKXRKKEGR DY LAURA JEAN LIBBEY ibted tdac® ters stand. Yes, I will,’’ she mur- | ‘‘but they brought us several ! rs. checks. What is the matte: ° KK ‘ ee) mured, brushing away the great Again her face flushed distressedly. For answer she placed the lawyer's **K** Author of “When Lovely Maiden Stoops to Folly,” “A Broken so} 2 ly ” ry ogee mg e a iC HI ps hy, en te :| Pearly tears from her long golden A letter from a Boston lawyer came} jotter in his hands sobbing afresh as HER Betrothal,” “Parted by Fate,” “Parted at ©) | lash f H is one f I see . : i KR Seat aener- Or me, tere 1s one tof you. see. | though her heart would break. _ me KA the Altar,” etc., etc. 1ITITG She knew where to find him. He | by the envelope, that it is from the} 4. he read his b dart ; *y? . J q HRM : . ee : . : ; ; ; : 3 s he re s brow darkened. in Iralie pT ee eo ToT eT ETT Te OOOO OTOTORE a sk 4 F ) | was always in the library at this | same person, presumably. Attecek Tithe : Shad’ ene Ein! ond e Seed ee ere FE EK EK Pe RK SPE PEG EPL AS MK A I HK Hp 1S : . i a . 1 “Grea aven! cf rive n g) 5 IQs Clit. x 7 xe MC LK HS RRR SRS he HE Ie HA Ot SEO fe Tae time, looking over the afternoon pap- ‘*A letter for me!’’ cried Florabel, Ma: 7 P fe rton ‘he * — . : KM A HK OK Ox 45 4 be ie dor be Be de de he tir he ty oe ole oy che ad owt teat det ee OE OR oo oh eR yy | - ‘ | DViaTie e pert © aS heartiess as —— KKK 404 4 FE HE eR PH YE CN HE PO HE KE HOE AN he 5). I he ae x gb Sok ers. holding out her white hand. ‘‘Cruel | 5 J ‘ ‘ Pz . ) ONE? 3( : . os . ' this letter indicates? But I might shee a : s Qe Acting on the impulse of the mo- } Mrs. Whitney, to keep it from me so, have anticipated this by what I saw CHAPTER I--(Conti , . ; r . | have Hs = 0} ai Say TER I--(Contioued.) raracner cailed himself, often glanced eS yaa to the library, | lomg. "You should have brought it to of them when I heard of the squire’s rier musing was brought to an end in their direct ion with a strange, fun- a8 ean y ath i. door. h vee a oro k f th j i } sudden death. : +t ic beens + li yas ans s she < house- ; " suddenly. ‘‘I beg your pardon, | loving gleam in his blue eyes. ¥ wer, oe oe ae em SRO COOK Irom IBe Ol us “Do not weep, little Florabel. I
have something to tell you—some- thing I came up to the Hall to say to you particularly. Can you not guess what it is???’ She glanced up at him with shy, startled eyes. He took her little trembling hand in his. ‘“‘It is this, my darling: I love you, and want you for my own. Do you care for me, Florabel?’’ be went on, clasp- ing the little hand still more tightly, and bending his handsome face lower over the ourly golden head — Do your’
**T think so,’’ she whispered, shyly, her eyes drooping beneath his gaze.
‘Well enough to pardon a—a little deception I have been guilty of?’’ he asked, eagerly.
‘©Yes,’* she faltered, timidly.
‘‘Know, then, my little Florabel,’’ he said, softly, ‘‘I am not the poor gardener whom you have believed me to be... I gm,Max Forrester!’’
(To be continued.)
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