|Chapter Number||XXXVII - XXXIX|
|Newspaper Title||The Brisbane Courier (Qld. : 1864 - 1933)|
Bv the ou'110' of " Laay Huttoa'8 Ward," &o.
WEEK Lillian re-entered tho drawing-room, fter leaving Hugh Fernely, tho pretty ormolu clock waa chimmg half-post 9 The chess and
- tobleB wore just as abo had loft thom,
Beatrice and Lord Airlie wore still at the piano. Tjjonel «as nowhere to bo seen Sho wont up to Boatrico and emilingly UBked Lord Airlie if ho could aparo her sister for five minutes.
" jca !f you wish it," ho replied, " but no longer," and tho two Bieters walkod through tiio long drawing room into tho little boudoir.
«Quick, Lillian," oned Boatrico. "Havo Tou =ten him ?-what docs ho say ?"
, j jjjyij seen him," sho replied, " thero is no time i ow to tell all ho said. He sent this note," and Lillian gavo the folded paper into her Eater's hand, and then claspod both bands
ia her own
' Let me tell you, Beatrice, darling, hoforo vou read it," she said, " that I tried to softsn bis heart, and I think if you will seo him your- self, and ask for your freedom, you will not ask
m vam "
X h 'lit that was dazzling nB sunshine carno -;,3 tho beautiful face.
i i ou, Lilly," abo cried, " can it bo true ? Do ' not mock mo with fulse hopes, my hfo seeniB to
treinblo in tho balance."
" Ile is not ciuel," said Lillian. " I am sorry for him If )°" Bee him I feol suro he will ro lea»e vou Seo what he says "
Beatrice opened tho letter, it was but n few pencilled lines. Sho did not give them to
Lillian to read.
i Beal! ice," wroto Hugh Fcrnoly, " you must tell me with your own lips that you do not love me \ou must toll me yourBolf that overy awtit hope you gavo mo was a false lie. I will not leave Earlescourt ngoin without seeing you On luui day night, at 10 o'clock, I will bo at the s mío placo-meet mo, and toll mo if you want vom freedom. Huon."
" I -hull vtin '" she onod " Lilly, hold my hand -they tremble with happinoss. See, I cannot hold tho paper Ho will release mo, and I »hull not lo«o my lovo-my lovo, who IB all the world to mo How niuBt I thank you ? Ibis i» Tuc«day ; how shall I live until Thura day ' I fool as though a load, a burdon tho wcigut of which no words can tell, woro takon from me Lilly, I shall bo Lord Airho's wifo| and vou will havo Baved mo "
" Beatrice," said Lord Earle, as tho siators pas'ed b\ tho chess table, " our gamo is finished ; will you givo us a Bong ?"
Neicr did the magnificent voico ung out so jovou-ly, never did tho beautiful faco look so blight Sho sang something that was hko a triumph of love-no under current of sadness marred ita passionate sweetness. Lord Airho bent over her chair enraptured.
" You sing hko ono inspired, Beatrice," ho
" I was thinking of you," abo replied ¡ and ho saw by fho dreamy rapt cxprcaaion of her face that abo meant exactly what abo had said.
Presently Lord Airlie was summoned to Lady Helena's assistance in sonto little argument ovor the cards, and Beatrice, while her llngors strayed mechanically over tho koys, inado hor decision She would see Hugh. Sho could not avert that, and Bho must ineot him bravely as she could Aftor all, as Lillian had said, ho was not cruel, and ho did lovo hoi. Tho beautiful iii-» curica in Bcorntui trium^u ... .Ko «UougUt how dearly he loved hor. She would appeal to his lore, and beseech him to reloaso hoi. She would be«ccch him in auch urgent, eloquent words that ho could not rofuso Who ever ro (wei her? Could she uot movo men's hoarts as tlio wind moveB tho leaves ? Ho would bo angry at (¡rat, perhaps fierce and passionate, but in the end abo should prevail. As she sat there, dreamy tender melodies stealing as it wore from hei finr/crs, she wont in fancy through the whole scene Sho know how silent the Bleeping wood« would bo-how dark and still the night. She could imagino Hugh's faco, browned by the sun and travel Poor Hugh .-in tho ovorflow of her happineBS ohe folt moro kindly towards
Sho wished him well. Ho might marry somo uice girl in his own station of hfo, and bo a oroaperous happy man, and sho would bo a good friend to him if he would lot hor. No one would ever know her secret. Lillian would keep it fnithfully, and down tho far vista of years sho Baw herself Lord Airho's beloved wife, tho error of her youth repaired and for-
The picture was so pleasant, no wonder tho äweet melodiös grow more triumphant Thoso who listened to the music that night novor for-
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Lionel Daero Btood for some minutes Btunned with tho ehock and surpnao Ho could not bo miBtuken, unless his sonsos played him falso, it was Lillian Earle whom ho had mistaken for a
maid meeting her lovor. It was tho Lillian ho I had believed so puro and gnileless who had I stolen from her father's houso under the cover of night's darkness and silonco, who had mot m her father's grounds ono whom sho dare not meet in tho light of dey.
If ovory ono living had Bworn this to Lionol, he rould not havo believed it. His own Bensos he could not doubt The faint, feeblo moon- light had aa surely fallen on the fair face and golden hiir of Lillian Earle as the sun shono by
un\ in tho Eky.
He threw away his cigar, and ground his teeth Tilth rage. Had the skies fallen at his feet be could not havo been moro startled and amazed Then, after all, all women were alike. There was no truth, no goodness ; the whole world was alike. Yet ho had believed in her BO thoroughly That fair, spiritual face had seemed to him only as a beautiful caBkot hiding
a precious gem. Ho had believed in her guile- j *e " purity, her truth, her freedom from overy
taint of the world, as some mon believo in
beaven Nay, still more, through knowing and loving her, ho han begun to care for everything that interested her. Ho would have learned to love heaven through loving her. Now nil waa
fal«e and hateful.
"There w&s no truth," he said to lnmBelf. Tn>ä girl, whom ho had behoved to bo the aire't and sweetest amongst women, was but a Toro skilful deceiver than tho rest. His
other a little deceptions, hiding narrow means ant> straitened circumstances, were UB nothing compared to Lilian's deceit.
And he had loved her so Looking in those Tldir "y**, bo had believed love and truth "one there, tho dear face that had bluahed
at>d smiled for him bud looked BO pure ond
How long was it suce he had held her little I sT< claBped ia his own, nnd, abashed before '
hor sweet innocenco, had not dared to touch hor face, not oven whon she had promiaed to lovo him ? How ho had been duped and deoeivod ! How sho nwst havo laughed at his blind, stupid folly !
Who was the man ? somo ono aho muBt havo known years ago. There was no gontloman in Lord Earlo's circle who would havo stolon into his grounds like a thief by night. Why had he not followed him, and thraBhod him within an inch of his lifo f Why had ho lot him es-
The strong hands were elonched tightly. It was well for Hugh Fernely that ho was not at that moment in Lionel's power. Thon the floreo, hot anger died away, and a passion of despair seized him. A long low cry carao to his lips, a bittor sob shook his frome. Ho had lost hor, his fair, sweet love. She had novor been ; the ideal ho had worshipped lay strickon ¡ falsohood and dccoit marred its fair faco.
While that first smart of pain was upon him, he would not return to tho houso ¡ ho would wait until ho was calm and cool,- then ho would Bee how she dared to meet him.
His hands ceased to trembloj tho Btrong, angry pulBations of IIÎB hoart grow IOBS. HO went baok to tho drawing-room ; and, except that the handsomo faco was palo oven to the lips, and that a Btrango angry light gloamed in tho frank, kindly oyes, thoro was little differ-
ence in Lionol Daore.
Sho was thoro, bonding ovor tho largo folio ho had asked her to show him ; tho golden hair fell upon the leaves. She looked up as ho en- tered ; hor fair face was calm and serene ; there was a faint pink flush on tho chook, and a bright
smilo trembled on hor features.
" Hero aro tho drawings," sho said ¡ " will you look ovor thom ?"
Ho romombercd how ho had asked her to sing to him, and eho had refused, looking confused and uneaBy tho whilo. Ho understood now tho roason why.
Ho took a chair by hor side; tho folio lay upon a tablo placed in a largo rccosB, lightod by a silver lamp. Thoy wore as much alono thoro as though thoy had boon in another room. She took out a drawing, and laid it beforo him. Ho noithor saw it, nor hoard what BIIO remarked.
" Lillian," ho said, suddenly, " if you wore aBked what waB the most deadly sin a woman could commit, what should you reply P"
" That's a atraugo question," sho answered. " I do not know, Lionol. I think I bato all sin
"Then I will toll you," ho Bnid, bitterly; "it is falso, foul docoit-black, wanton treachery."
She looked up in amazement from his angry tono ; then there was for Bomo minutes un- broken Bilonce.
" I cannot soo tho drawingB," ho Baid ; " tako thom away. Lillian Earle, raieo your oyes to mino ; look me in the foco, straight. How long ¡B it Binco I asked you to bo my wifo ?"
Hor gontlo eyes never wovorod i thoy were fixed half in wonder upon his, but at his ques- tion the faint flush on her cheeks grow deopor.
" Not vory long," sho repliod-" a few dayB." " You said you lovod mo," ho continued. " I do," sho said.
" Now nnsvror mo ogaiu. Havo you over loved or cared for any one OIBO, as you say you
do for me ?"
" Novor," was the quiet reply.
" Pray pardon the question-havo you re ooived tho attontion of any lovor before rocoiv
inc mine ?"
" Cortoinly not," she said, wondering still
" I havo all your affection, your confldonco, your trust ¡ you havo novor duped or decoived mo; you havo boon open, truthful, and honest
with mo ?"
" You forgot yourself, Lionel," sho said, with gentío dignity ¡ " you should not use such words
" Answer," ho returned. " You havo to do with a dosporato man. Havo you deceived
" Novor," she replied, " in thought, word, or
" Merciful hoavon !" ho cried, ", that ono can
bo BO fair and false !"
Thoro waa nothing but wondor in the faco
raised to hie.
" Lillian," ho said, " I havo lovod you as the ideal of all that was pure and noble in woman. In you I lovod ovorything good and holy. May heaven pardon you that my faith has died a
violent death !"
" I cannot understand you," sho said, slowly. " Why do you speak to mo so ?"
" I will uao plainer words," ho replied-" so plain, you cannot mistake thom. I, your be- trothed husband, the man you lovo and trust, ask you, Lillian Earle, who was it you mot to- night in your father's grounds ?"
Ho saw tho question striko her as lightning sometimes Btrikos a fair flower. Tho color faded from her lips ; a cloud carno over the cloar, dove-like eyes; she tried to answer, but the words diid away in a foint murmur.
" Do you deny that you were there ?" ho asked. " Remember, I saw him. Do you deny
"No," she said.
" Who was it ?" ho cried ; and his eyes flamed so angrily upon her that Bhe WOB afraid. "Tell me who it was. I will follow him to the world's end. Toll mo."
" I cannot, Lionol," sho whispered ; " I can- not. For pity's sake, keep my secret."
" You need not bo afraid," ho said, haughtily. " I shall not betray you to Lord Earle. Let him find out for himself what you aro, as I bavo done. I could curso myBelf for my own trust.
Who is lie?"
" I cannot tell you," she Btammered 5 and bo saw her littlo whito hands wrung together in agony. " Oh, Lionel, trust me ; do not be angry with mo."
" You cannot expect me," ho enid, although he was softened by the sight of her sorrow, " to know of such an action, and not spoak of it, Lillian. If you can explain it, do so, If tho man was an old lover of your own, tell me so ; in time I may forget the deceit, if you are frank with mo now. If there be any circumstance that extenuates or explains what you did, tell it
to me now."
" I cannot," she said ; and her fair young face drooped sadly away from bim.
" That I quite believe," ho continued, bittorly. "You cannot and will not. You know the alternative, I suppose ?"
The gentle eyes were raised to his in mute, appealing sorrow, hut she Bpoko not.
" Tell mo now," he said, " who it was you stole out of the house to meet-why you met him. Be frank with me ; and if it was but girlish nonsense, in time I may pardon you. If you refuse to tell mo, I shall leave Earlescourt, and never look upon your face again."
Sho buriod hor faoo in her hands, and ho heard a low moan of sorrow como from her whito lips.
" Will you toll mo, Lillian ?" Lo asked again -and he never forgot tho deadly anguish of the tho faco turned toward him-death could not wear a look so bopolcss.
" I cannot," sho said ; hor voice died away, and ho thought BIIO was falling from hor chair.
" That is your final décision, you rofuso to toll mo what, as your acooptod lover, I havo a right to know ?"
" Trust mo, Lionol," she repliod ¡ " try, for tho love you boar me, to trust mo."
" I will novor bohovo in anyone again," ho said, " Tako buck your promiso, Lillian Earle ; you havo brokon a truo and honost heart, j ou havo blighted a whole hfo. Hcavon knows what I shall become driftod away fiom you. I caro not. You havo deceived mo. Tako baok your ring. I will say good-byo to you. I shall not care to look upon youi false, fair faco again."
" Oh, Lionel, wait," she cried ; " give mo
time-do not loavo mo BO '"
" Time will mako littlo difforonco," ho answered. " I Bhall not loavo tho hall until to-
morrow morning , you can wnto to mo if you
wiBh mo to remain."
Ho laid tho rmg upon tho tublo, îofuamg to notice the trembling, out strctohed baud. Ho could not refiain from looking back at hor as ho quitted the room. Ho saw tho gontlo faco, so full of deadly soirow, tho whito, quivering hpB, and yot ho thought to himself, although sho looked stricken with anguish, there was no guilt on tho eloar, fair brow.
Ho turned back fiom tho door, and wont straight to Lord Earlo
" I shall leave Earloeeourt to morrow," ho said, abruptly. " I must go. Lord Eui lo, do not press mo to stay."
"Como and go as you will, Lionol," said Ronald, looking at him with stupriso from tho bru6quenoss of his uiannor; "wo aro always pleased to soo you and aorry to loso you You will return soon, perhaps ?"
" I will wnto to you in a fow days, ho ropliod "I must say good by o to Lady Earlo."
Sho was full of wondor. Boatrico and Lord Airlio carno up to him-thoro was gonoral Biirpnso and rogrot. Ho, unhko huusolf, was brusque aud almost haughty.
Sir Harry and Lady Lawrenco had gouo home. Boatrico, with a vaguo fear that some, thing had gono wrong, said sho was tired , Lord Airlie said good-night, and m a fow minutos Lady Earlo and hoi sou woro loft
" What has como ovor Lionol ?" asked Ronald. " Why, mother, how mistaken I am ! Do you know that I quite behoved ho was fall- ing in lovo with Lillian?"
" Ho did that long ago," replied Lady Kolona, with a smilo-" say nothing about it, Lionol is very proud and impetuous I fancy ho and Lillian huva had sonio littlo diBputo Those kind of matters aro best loft alone-íntorforencoi always doos haim. Ho will como baok in a fow days, and all will bo light again. Ronald, there is one question I havo boon wishing to OBk you-do not bo angry if I pam you, my son. Beatnco will bo married soon ; Dora is hor own mothoi,-do you not tntond hor to bo piosout at the wedding?"
Lord Eailo roso from his chair, and bogan, as ho always did m timo of anxiety, to paco up
and down tho room.
" I lind not foigotton her claim," ho Baid. " It would bo a euol unmerited Blur and slight to pnss her ovor, but 1 do not wiBh to BOO hor. I have fought a hurd fight with my feohngs, but I cannot bring mysolf to s o hor."
" Yet you lovod hor vory much onoo," said Ludy Helena.
" I did," ho ropliod, gently. " Poor Dorn v'
" It is nn awful flung to hvo nt oninity with any ono," said Lady Helena j " but with ono's own wifo !-I cannot understand it, Ronald."
" You mistako, mother," ho saul, oagorly ; " I am not at enmity with Dora. Sho offended mo-she hurt my honor-BIIO painod mo in a way I can novor forgot."
" You must forgivo hor somo timo," ropliod Lady Holena-" why not now ?"
"No," ho said, sadly. "I know myself-I know myself- I know what I can do, and what I cannot do 1 could not tako my wifo in my arms, and kiss hor face ; I could not hvo with her. I shall forgivo her, mothor, whon all that is human is dying away fiom mo I shall for- give hor in tho hour of death "
LILLIAN EARLE was no trugody quoon. She novor talked of sacrifico or dying, but thoro was in her oaltn, gontlo nature a dopth of enduranco roroly equolled She had never owned, oven to herself, how doarly she loved Lionel Dnoro how oomplotely every thought and hopo were centred in him. Since BUO had first loarnod to caro for him, she had never looked her hfo in tbo faco and imagined what it would bo without
It never entered hor mind to Bavo horsolf nt tbo expenso of hor suiter; the Beeret had been entrusted to her, and sho oould not concoivo tho idea of parting with it. If tho choice had boen offered her between death and botroying Beatnco, she would havo chosen death, with a simple con- sciousness that she was but doing her duty.
So when Lionel uttered those terrible words -when she found that ho had aeon her,-she never dreomed of froemg herself from blamo, and telling tho Btory of her sister's fault. His words were very cruel ; thoy Btung her with sharp pam She bad never seen contempt or scorn before on that kindly, honost face ; now sho read both. Yet what could she do ? Hor Bister's hfo lay in her hands, and sho must guard it
Therefore she boro tho cruel taunts, and only once, when the fear of losing lum tortured hor, cried out for pity and trust. But ho had no trust ; ho stabbed her gentle heart with his fierce words, ho Beared her with bia hot angor , she might have explained all, and stood higher than over in his eBteem, at tho expense of another, but sho would not do it,
She was almost stunned with tho sorrow that had fallen upon her. She saw him, with haughty, erect bearing, quit tbo drawing room, and she know that, unies Beatrice permitted her to tell him the truth, she should novor see his foco again. She went straight to her sister's room, and waited for her.
The palo faco grow moro calm and still ; her slater could not refuse whon she had told her all ; then ehe would write to Lionel, and ex- plain. Ho would not leave Earloscourt; ho would only lovo her the better for her steadfast
" Send your maid away," she said to Beatrice, when she entered; "I must seo you alone at once."
Boatrico dismissed tho woman and then turned to her sister.
" What is it, Lilly ?" BIIO asked-" your faco is almost as whito as snow. You look scared and frightoned. What has happened ?"
" Beatrico," said Lillian, " you will let mo tell your secret to Lionol Dacro ? It will bo quitu
saorod with him."
" To Lionol Dacro !" sho cried ; " no, a thou- sand times over. How can you ask mo, Lilly ? Ho ia Lord Airlio's Mond, and would not, oould not, koop it ovou if ho tried. Why do you usk mo such an extraordinary question ?"
" Ho Baw mo to-night," sho ropliod ; " ho was out in tho grounds, and saw mo speaking to Hugh Fornely."
" Havo you told him anything ?" sho asked, and for a momont Beatrice looked in despair.
" Not a word," Baid Lilly : " how oould I, whon you truBtod mo ?"
" That is right," returned her sister, a look of great roliof coming ovor hor ftoo ; " his opinion doos not matter much. What did ho aay ?"
" Ho thought I had boon to moot somo ono I know," sho ropliod, hor fair fato growing crimson
" And wus dreadfully shookod, no doubt," interrupted Boatrico ; " novo- mind, darling. I nm vory sorry it hnpponol, but it will not matter. I am BO nour frood>m und happiness, I onunot griovo ovor it. Ho will not surely toll ? Ho is too honorablo for that"
" No," said Lillian, droanily, " ho will not
" Thon do not look so BCtrod, Lilly ; nothing olfio matters." ,
" You forgot what bo mint think of ino," said Lillian. " Knowing his . upright truthful oharactor, what must ho tlihk of mo?"
That viow of the quosfion had not struck Beatrico. Sho lookod groro and anxious. It was not fair for hor sister/o bo misjudged.
" I am so sorry," sho bajan, but Lillian infor ruptod her ; sho carno olosj to her and bout her palo face ovor hor sistor's pin.
" Boatrico," aho said sbwly, " you nnisl lot mo toll bim. Ho caros for mo. Ho is my lovor; I promisod to hollis wife, and I lovo him-just ÜB you do LorelÄirlio."
Undor the Bhock of ¡lioso words Beatrico
Earlo sat silont and motiailoss.
" I lovo him," continuol Lillian. " I did not toll you, Ho said it wnsiiofc to bo nionfioiied until you woro married. |I lovo him BO doarly, Boatrico!-and whon hoiskod mo who it WSB I had boon to moot, I coull not answor him. Ho was vory angry ; ho said sharp, cruol words to mo, and I could not bil him how falao thoy woro. Ho will loavo Eatoscourt ; ho will novor look upon my faco agahj-uuless I toll him all. He has said so, and lo will keop his word. Boatrico, must I lose nrjlovo ?"
" It would only bo íé a time," BIIO ropliod. "I halo mysolf for bole so solfisb, but I daro not trUBl Lionol Daoro. Ho is so impetuous, so hasty, ho would botraylio, without intending to do so ; but ho would btrny mo, IIB auroly OB ho know it. Do you not jmombor his euying tho othor day that it war well for him ho had no secreta, for ho could nf manage thom ?"
1 Ile would thiB," joadod Lillian, " for your salto and mino." j
"Do would not," eid Boatrioo; "and I ara so noar frcodom, eo nor happiness. Oh, Lilly, you havo Bavod mo ace, Bavo mo again. Soo, my darling, koop my jcrofc until I am married ; thon I swear to you Ijrill toll Lionel every word honorably inyBolf, audio will lovo you doubly. Could you do thiB foi ho?"
" It is not fair to hil ; ho has a right lo my trust and confidence j it is not fair to myeolf,
" One of ÜB must b BBorificod," interrupted hor oistor. " If ii be o, tho sacrifico will last my lifo, it will ottuao ry death ; if it bo you, it will liiBt, at tbo most, ily throo or four weeks. I will writo to Lionol i my wedding day."
" Why truBt him tin, and not now?" nBkod
" Bocauso, onco ma ¡ed to Lord Airlio, I havo no foar. Throo or fo wooka of happinosB aro not ao much to giv up for your own sister,
Lilly. I will say no joro. I loavo it for you to
"Nay, do not do tat," Baid Lillian, in groat distress. " I could rfc olear myself at your ox
Boatrico understood per r roBt," said hor sister > ponso"-a fuot whit foctly woll.
"Thon lot tho mai
'somo day I shall beiblo to thank you for all you havo dono for mt I cannot now. On my wodding day I will til Lionol Dacro that tho girl ho loves is tho tuest, noblest, and dcurcBt in Iho world." '
" It is against my Utor judgment," returned
" It ia ogainst my st conscience, judgment, lovo, and ovorythinj CIBO," addod Beatrice ; " but it will save a from cruol ruin and sor- row ; and it shull ntl hurt you, Lilly-it shall do you good, not han. Now try to forgot it. Lionol is easily madengry ; ho will soon relent. Ho will not know hi to atono to you for this. Think of tho happiniB whon ho returns."
Sho drow tho galon head down upon her shoulder, and, with ho charm that novor failed, sho talked and caresid her sietor until sho hud overcome all objectins,
But during tho log hours of that night thoro was a fair head (rossi wourily to and fro, a fair faco Btained with ittcr tears. Lionel Daoro lingered, half hopin, that avon at tho last she would como and bl him stay because sho wished to toll him al
But the last nioaut came, and no messenger from Lillian brougb'tho longod for words. Ho pasaod out from tbcunll. Ho could not rofrain from looking once It tho window of her room, but tho blind wal]cloaoly drawn. Ho little know or dreamed ho; and why ho would return.
Thursday morniojdawnod bright and beauti- ful, as though aulmn wished to offaco tbo glories of Bummor. Boatrico had not told Lillian when she wngoing to moot Hugh, partly because BIIO droadc her sister's anxiety, partly because she did ni wish anyono to know how long sho might be vih him ; far Boatrico antici- pated a painful intoriow, although sho felt sure of triumph in the ed.
Lillian was ill aniunablo to riso ; unused to emotion, the itraimpon her mind had been too great. When Lily Helena listened to her maid's remarks arl went up to seo her grand- daughter, she forbiiO her to get up, and Lillian, Buffering intcnselywas only too pleaBcd to oboy.
The breakfast prty was a small one. Lord Earlo was absent :tie had gone to Holt. Lady Helena hurried aviy to Bit with Lillian. Lord Airlie had been miling very happily over a mysterious little p,fkot that cams by post. Ho
asked Beatrico tojgo out with him-ho had something to ehowher.' Thoy went out into the park, intendi; to return in time for
Tho morning was bright and calm Some- thing of the warmth aud beauty of summor hngorcd still, although tho ground waa strewn
with fallen loavoa
Lord Airlio and Boatrico sat at tho foot of
tho grand old codar treo, from whence thoy could seo tho ghmmor of tho doop, still lako The birds Bang around thom, and tho sun shouo brightly. All nature was Calmund sorcno On the beautiful faco of Boatrico Earle hor lover read nothing but happiness and lovo
" I havo aomothiiig hoio for you, Boatrico," said Lord Airlio, showing a little packot-" a surpriso You must thank mo by saying you lava what it oontums bottor than any thing olso
on oarth "
Sho oponod tho pretty caso thcio loy a Uno golden chain of exquisite fashion and u locket of marvollous boauty. Sho opoiod it and Laid Airho's fuco smiled upon hor
Sho uttcrod a littlo cry of suipriso, and raised tho prosont m her hands
" Now thank mo," fluid Lord Airlio, " IU tho woy I askod "
" I lovo what it contains bottor than any thuig on earth," sho said. " You know that, Hubert, why do you make mo ropoitt it?"
1 Because I like to hour it," ho answorod " I hko to BOO my proud beautiful quoon looking humblo for u fow minutea, I hko to know that I havo caged a blight, wild bud no ono olso
could taino "
" I am not ougod yet," sho rospondod
"Beatnco," said Lord Airlie, "luako mo a promiso Lot mo fuston tina lockot round join neck, and tell mo thal you will not pait with it night or day foi ono momont until our wedding
" I eau ousily promiBO that," sho said Sho bent hor boautiful head, und Lord Airlio fnstonod tho chum round hoi lum whito threat
Ho littlo knew what ho had dono Who doos know ? who can forcaoo ?-not mau, blind mun When Lord Airlio fuatonod that chum mound this nock of Um gul ho lovod, ho bound hor to
him in hfo and m death
"It lookB vory meo," ho said , "how ovoi y thing boautiful boooraos you, Beatnco You woro bom to bo a quoen-who am 1 that I should hare won you? loll mo ovei ogam-I no\or grow tired of hoanng it-do you lovo
Sho told him again, her bouuliful features glowing with happiness. Ho bont ovoi hoi, and kissod tho BHoet faoo, ho kiasod tho little whito bonds, and tho rings of dark hair tho wind blow curulosaly nour him
" Whon the leavos aro groon, and tho fair spring is como," ho said, "you will bo my wifo, Boatrioo-' Lady An ho, of Lynn ton ' I lovo my nauio and tillo, when I remombor (hat you w ill share thom And y ou ahull bo tho happioBt Lady Airlio that ovoi lived-tho happiost bride, tho happiost wifo fho sun ovor abono upon You willnovcr part nilli my Iookot, Boaluoo?"
"No,' BIIO íopliod, "novor I will koop it always "
Thoy ant thiough tho long bright houra utidoi tho aliado of tho old codar tioo, whilo Lillian lay with hoad nnd heart iiolung, wondoimg in hor gontlo way why Una Borrow had fallen upon
Somo vaguo mysleriouB words of the innocent suffering for tho guilty passed thiough hor mind , abo could not bravo tho sin and on or, BIIO lay thoio like u polo biokon lily Sho did not know that years ago hor fathor, m tlio rock losa heyday of youth, had wilfully doooivod his falhoi, and mm nod against Ina wish and com- mands , sho did nat know how tho unhappy marriage had ondod in prido, passion, and Billion jealous torapor-whilo thoao who had roaBon to boar and forbonr wont oach thoir own road-tho proud irritated husband abroad, away fiom ovory tio of homo or duty, tho joalous ungi y w lfo shutting horBolf up m tho solitude of her own hoait, both noglooting tho children on trustod to them. Sho know how one of tho children so ontrustod had gono wrong, sho know the docoit, tho misery, tho sorrow that wrong ontailod She was tho chiof viotim, yet
tho sm bud not boon hors
Hiero woro no floreo robollioua thoughts m hor gontlo heart, no angry warring with the mighty hand that sends crossoB and blcBsmgs ahko. Tito flower bent in the wind WOB not moro pliant Thoro, whoro hor sorrow und lovo had thrown
hor, sho loy, Boymg no word of hor suffering , I whilo Lionol travelled without intermission, wishing only to find himself at a eafo dialanco from the young girl ho doolarod ho had coasod to lovo, yet oould not forgot
InuitBDAT ovoning, and tho hand ot tho or- molu clock (a gom of art brought from Paris) pomtod lo a quurtor to 10 Lord Tarlo sut rootling Lady Helena had loft Lillian asloop, and had takon up a book near him Lord Airlio had boon sketching foi Boatrico a plan of tho now wing at Lynnton Looking up suddonly, Bho saw tho timo At 10 Hugh Fornoly would bo at tho shrubboiy gato Sho had not a mo mont to loso Saying Bomothing about fooling tired, abo roso and went to bid Lord Earlo good night Ho romomborod aftorwards how ho had raised the beautiful faco in his hands and garod at it in loving admiration, whispering eomotbing tho whilo about "Lady Airlio, of Lynnton " Ho remomberod how sho, so little (,ivon to ooroaBing, had laid hor hoad upon Ins shoulder, clasping her arms round his nook, kissing his faco and calling him " her own dear papa " Ho remembered tho Boft wistful light in tho beauti- ful oyes, tho swoot voico that lingered in his ears Yet no warning instinct carno to him, nothing told him tho fair ohild ho lovod BO dearly etood m tho shadow of deadly peril
If ho had known, bow tiloso strong arms would havo been raised to shield hor'-how tho stout brave hean would havo sheltered hor ! As it was, sho left him with jesting words on his lips, and he did not even gaza aftor hor as sho left tho room If ho had only known wboro and how ho should seo that face again !
Boatrico wont up to Lady Helena, who smiled, without raising her eyoB from her book Beatrice bent down and touchod tho kind stately faco with her lips
" Good night, grandmamma," Bho Bald ; " how Btudious you are."
" Goodnight-bloasyou, my child," answorod Lady Helena, and the boautiful faco turned
from bcr with a smile
" I waited until last," said Lord Airlio ! " good night, my Boatrico Never mind papa, ho is not looking at us ; give mo ano kies "
Sho raised her face to IHB, and bo kieBcd the proud sweet lips.
Ha touchod the golden locket
" You will never part with it," ho said, and ' she smiled aB Bhe answered, " No, novor I" I
Then she pasBod out of his sight, and bo who would have laid down his life for bcr, saw her
loavo him without tho faintest idoa of tho shadow that hung over hor.
Tho smilo still lingered on her lips as sho stood in hor own room. A fow moro hours one moro trial-she said to herself, thon she should bo froo, and might enjoy hor happinois to its full citent. How doarly Hubert loved hor ; how unuttorahly happy she should bo whon Hugh releasod her ! And ho would s sho
novcr doubted it.
" I Bhall no1 want you again," sho said to hor maid. " And do not call mo in tbo morning. I
Tho door of Lillion's room was not closed ; sho went in. The night lamp was shaded, and tho blinda closely drawn, BO that tho bright moonlight should not intrude. Sho went gontly to tho sido of tho bod where her aislor lay. Poor gontlo, loving Lillian; tho palo, sad faco, with ita wistful, woariod expression, was turned to tho wall. Thoro wore somo trucos of toara ; and ovou in sloop deep sigliB passed tho quiver- ing lips. Sorrow and woo were improssod on tho fair faoo, Yot, as Boatrico kiasod the oloar, culm brow, abo would gladly hovo changod placoa with her.
" I will soon liiuko it up to hor," sho said, gazing long and oarnostly into tho sleeping faco. " In ii foiv wooks sho ahull ho hnppior than sho hnB ovor boon. I will make Master Lionol go on
hiB knees to hor."
Sho loft tho room, and Lillian never know who had bout eo lovingly ovor hor.
Beatrice took from hor wardrobo n thick warm shawl. She drew it over hor hoad, and so half hid her fnco. Sho went noiselessly down tho sfniroaso that lod from hor suito of rooms to tho garden.
How foir and boautiful tho night wail-not cold, although it was Septombor, and tho moon shining na sho lind novor soon it shino boforo. It soomed to soil triumphantly in fho dark blue Bky. It poured a flood of Bilvory light on tho Bloeping llowors and trees.
Sho had not lingered to look round thu pretty drossing-room as BIIO loft it. Her oyes had not dwolt on tho luxurious ohambor, and the whito bed, whoro BIIO ought to hnvo boon sleeping ; but, now that sho stood outside tho Hall, sho looked up at tho windows willi ii sonso of lone- liness and fear. Thoro was a light in Lady Holoim's room and ono in Lord Airho's. Sho shrank baok : what would ho think if ho saw
hor now ?
Dooply BIIO folt tho humiliation of leaving hor father's houso al that hour of night,- sho folt tho wholo sliuuio of what abo was going to do ; but tho thought of Lord Airlio norvod hor. Lol this ono night pnBB, and u lifotimo of happiness
lay boforo hor.
Tho night wind moonod fitfully araongBt tlio trooB-BIIO half wondered why it could wail so mournfully whilo tho moon aliono ; tho branches of tho fall limo trcos swayed ovor hot- hoad, tho fallon loavos whirled under hor foot. Sho crossed tho gardons ; (ho moon raised B1 rungo shadows upon tho broad paths. At length sho saw tho shrubbory gato, and, standing oroct and motion- less, gazing on tlio bending trcos in the park, thoro was Hugh Foinoly. Ho did no1 hear hor light footstops, tho wind among tho limo frees drowned thom. Sho went up to him and touohod his arm gontly.
" Hugh," sho Buid, " I am boro."
Boforo BIIO could provont bim, ho was knool ing nther foot, ho hud olnspcd hor handB in Ina own, and was covering llioui with hot kisses nnd burning tears. "My darling," ho said, " my own Boatrico, I know you would como."
Ho roso thon, ¡lud, boforo olio could stop him, ho took tho BIIIUVI from hor hoad and raisod tho boautiful fuco so Unit tho moonlight full clearly upon it."
" I hnvo hungorod and thirsted," ho said, " for ono moro look at that face. I shall soo it olwnys now, its light will novor loavo mo moro. Look at mo, Boatrico," ho oried ; " lot mo rood thoso dnrk oyoB again."
But tho glance BIIO gavo bim had in it nothing but coldness nnd dread. In tho exoitomont of his joy ho did not notico it.
" Worda aro BO woak," ho said, " I cannot toll you how I havo longed for this hoar. I havo gono ovor it in fanoy a thousand timoB, yot no dream wasovor BO bright and Bweot as this reality. No man in tho wido world ovor loved any ono as I love you, Boatrico."
Sho oould not resist tho pasBionato torrent of worda-thoy must havo touchod the heart of ono less proud. Sbo stood porfootly still, whilo tho calm night wind soemod to thriil with tho eloquent voico of tho »ponkor.
" Spoak to mo," ho Baid, ut longth. " How coldly you listen ! Boatrico, thoro is no lovo, no joy in your faco. Toll mo you aro ploaBod tosco mo ; toll mo you havo remembered mo. Say anything; lot me hoar your voico "
" Hugh," she unsworod gently, drawing hor hands from IIÍB strong grasp, " this is all a mis- take. You havo not givon mo timo to Bpouk. I um pleased to ECO you well and anfo. I um ploasod that you huvo rotumod from tho dangora of tho doop ; but-I cannot Bay moro. 1-I do not lovo you OB you lovo mo."
Hia hands dropped nervelessly, and ho turned his doBpairing fuco from hor.
" Hoavon," ho oriod, " have morey upon mo 1" " You must bo roaeonablo," abo continued, in hor musical pittiloas voico. " Hugh, I was only a dreaming, innocent, ignorant child whon I first met you ; I novcr meant to fall in lovo with you, It was not lovo I thought of. You talked to mo ns no ono oleo over did-it wus a strango wondorful atory ; my head was flllod with romaneo, my hoart waa not filled with lovo.
" But," ho Buid hoarsoly, you promised to bo my wifo."
"I remember," sho ropliod. " I do not deny it ; but, Hugh, I did not know whot I WUB Boying. I spoko without thought. I no moro roulisod what the wordB mcont than I con undorstaud now what tho wind is saying."
A long low moan carno from his lips; the awful despair in bia faco startled her.
" So I havo returned for this," ho said. " I havo braved peril and danger, I havo escaped tho unger of tho BOBS, tho death that lurkB in heaving waters, to bo Blain by cruol worda from the girl I loved and trusted."
He turned from her, unable to chook tbo bitter sob thut roso to his lips.
" HUBII, Hugh," Bho Baid gently, " you griove
" Do you think of my griof ?" ho cried. " I carno boro to-night, my heart on fire with lovo, my brain dizzy with happiness. You have killed mc, Beatrice Earlo, as surely as ever mon
Far off, from amongst the trees, sho saw the glimmer of the light in Lord Airlio's room. It struck Lor with a Beneation of fear, as though he were watching hor.
" Lot us walk on," sho said ; " I do not like standing here."
Thoy went through the shrubbery, through tbo broad green glades of the park, where tho dowdropa Bhono upon fern leaves and thiok grass ; post tho long avonuo of chestnut troes, whore tho wind moanod uko a human boing in doadly pain ; on to tho shore of tho deep, calm lnko, where tho green roeda bent and swoyod, ond tho moonlight ahono in tho rippling water. All this whilo Hugh had not spoken u word, but walkod in Bilcnco by her Bido. Ho turnod to her at length, and sho road tho rising
passion in his faco.
" You promised mo," ho said, " and you must keop your proniiao. You said you would borny wifo. No othor man must dare to speak to you of love. Do you seo tho spangled hoavons abovo you ?" ho cried, grasping her arm. " In tho prosonco of Ono who reigns thore, you aro mino,
" I am not," sho nnsworoil, proudly, " and I novor will bo ; no man would, or could, toko ad- vantage of a promise drawn from a wilful,
" I will nppoiil to Lord Earlo," ho said ; " I will lay my claim boforo bim."
" You may do BO," sho ropliod ; " and, although ho will novor look upon nie again, ho will protect mo from you."
Sho saw tho angry light tlnmo in his oyos, Bho hoard tho brouth oomoin quick short gasps, and tlio iinpohoy of quarreling with bim struok hor. Sho laid her bund upon his arm, and ho trem blod at tho gentío touch,
" Hugh," she said, " do not bo angry. You aro ii bravo mun ; I know thal in all your lifo you never shrank from daugor or foared poril. Tho bravo uro always gouorous, always noblo ; think of what I am going lo say. Suppoao that by the oxoroleo of any powor you oould really oompol mo to bo your wifo, what would it bonoltt you? I should not lovo you, I toll you can- didly, I should dotost you for spoiling my lifo. I would not Hvo with you ; I would novor soo you. What would you gain by foroing mo to keep my promiso ?"
Ho mado no reply. The wind bout tho reeds, and tho water oumo up to tho bank with a long,
"I appeal to your generosity," Bho said; "I appeal to your nobility of oharactor. Reloaso mo from J promiso I marlo in ¡gnornuoo. I ap- peal to your vory lovo for mo ; roleaso mo, that I may bo happy.
" Thoso who lovo fruly," sho continued, receiving no roply, " never lovo solfishly. If 1 enrod for any ono ns you do for mo, I should considor my own happinesB hist of all. If you lovo mo, rolouso mo, Hu¿h. I can novor bo happy with you.
" Why notP" ho oskod, tightoning IIÍB grasp upon hor arm,
" Not from morcomiry motives," sho replied, oarnostly ; " not bocaiiao my father ia woolthy, my home magnificent, mid you bolong to another class of society,-not for that, but bocauso I do not lovo you. I novor did lovo you as a girl should lovo (ho mau she moalie to marry."
" You oro vory oondid," ho said, bitterly ;
" pray, ia thoro any ono oleo you lovo in this ? wuy."
" That is boBidn tho question," sho replied, haughtily ; "1 am speaking of you mid myeolf. Hugh, if you will giro mo my froodom-if you will ugroo to forget tho foolish promiso of a foolish ohild-I will like, roBpccl, and esteem you whilo I live, I will blcsB you ovory day, your nnmo will bo a snored ono shrined in my hoart, your memory will bo to mo a pleasant ono, free from pain. You shall bo my friend, Hugh ¡ you shall BOO mo at timos, und I will bo a truo friend to yon."
" Boatriue," ho eriod, " do not tempt mo."
" Yos, bo tomptcd," BIIO said ; " lot mo urgo you to bo gouorous, to bo noblo. Soo, Hugh, I have novor prnyod to nny man-I pray to you ; I would kneol boro at your foot and beseech you to roleaso mo from u promise I never mount to givo."
Hor words fouohod him, Sho saw tho
softonod look upon his faco, tho flaming angor dio out of his oyos.
" Hugh," sho Bitid, softly, " I, Boatrico Earlo, prny you, by tho love you boar mo, roleaso me from all claim, und loavo mo in pouce."
" Lot mo think," ho ropliod-" givo mo a fow minutes ; no man could part with tho doarcst treasure ho lina so hastily. Lot mo think what I loso in giving you up."
[TO BB CONTINUEn.J
BunOLAK PiiiLoSOPiir.-We woro lately re- minded in a most striking manner of tho philosophical foo willoh a burglar onto paid to Sir Waltor Scott in lioti of lucro. Our friond Itichorton, who lives on the Snow Dill Pike, hearing that burglars were about, purchased a big bull-dog, and put u new lock of approved and pulented construction upon his stublo door. Within a ivook from,that linio'his dog had been poisonod, and tho patent lock picked, and his stablo robbed. Sir Waltor, in his days of law practico, was onco culled upon to defend u house-breaker ut Jedburgh. Tho follow had no monoy, but lila frionds had boon frionds of Sir Waller, and tho kind-heartod lawyer not only ploudcd his causo, but gained bis acquittal, Aftor tho trial tho prisoner upproachod Sir Walter, and having thonkod him for IIÍB aorvico rendorod, said,-" I am sory I cannot givo you u foo in monoy Btioh as you dosorvo ; but I will givo you two items of information which may bo of value to you in tho timo to como, especi- ally if you aro to live apart from thick settlo montB, First,-a yelping torrior or poodlo inaido a houso ia a better protection than a big dog outside. Second,-there's no lock that givos a burglar so much trouble as an old rusty ono.
AMBITION.-Novor oxpect a solfishily am- bitious man to be a truo friend. Tho man who makes ambition his god, tramples on everything olso. Ho will elimo upward, though he treads on tho hearts of those who lovo him bcBt, and in hia eyes your only value lies in the uso you miy bo to'him. Personally, one is notbjng to
him; and if you aro not rich, or famous, or. powerful enough to advance his interests .after ho baB got abovo you, ho earea no moro for you. Why should ho ? To Bomo mon,
" 'Tis aweot to know thoro is an eyo to mark
Your coming, and grow brighter when you como,"
but not to him. Tho " eyo" cannot put dollars into liia pocket, nor a notice of him in tho news- paper, or elect him to a fino position of any kind. Once, perhaps, in by-gono days, when ho was a loss succeBBful man, ovon ¡/our friendship was of Bomo value ; but ho has risen above you now, and has no neod of your favor or your introduction. His complimontB, onco BO freely dispensed, would be wasted ou ono of no im portanco ; aBd by way of roliof to the flattories bo still utters wboro it will pay to utter them, ho BnubB or is sharp wilb you. Very well; don't breath a sigh for him,' and savo your tearB for moro worthy folk, if you bolong to the weeping sol. True Greatness novor yot forgot tho friond of its hour of struggle, but cold Ambition has neither friendship nor love. In very earnost you gavo him hand and heart in those dead days. In truo ho'pitality you welcomed him to your hearth and your board ; but the bread and radishes of friendship aro only broad and radishes to him. _ Why should ho sup with you whon your Position offers him oards for a reception? You thought fine things of bim, and you loved him well. No matter for that. You have played your part-he bis. Loavo Ephraim to his idols.-M. K. D.