|Chapter Title||HOW SLOW LAGS LEADEN FOOTED TIME.|
|Newspaper Title||Leader (Melbourne, Vic. : 1862 - 1918)|
|Trove Title||Gathered Rue. An Australian Novel|
TALES AND. SKETCHES.
: CATHERED RUE. ! AN AUSTRALIAN NOVEL.
Br Ellerton Gat. op "dbimnd Under the Southern Oboss.,? Across the Gulf," &c.
Chapter Xh-,,How Slow . . . Laos : Leaden Footed Time."
PmIupiBmU bad never fully realised what -brother was tollim until bp saw him etrotohed Uitbii fset. All the sweetness of hlB happy, udui tempcrsmont, all his faoulty for seeing Kcd in every thing, all his bright interest in his S silling to do anything or every thing, Eg sad looking up to Basil, as a vastly nperior being ; end lastly, and most pathotio, Hbought of all tho joyous promise of bappi- ko fur him in Ilia future life oamo over Basil iiwiveofdsep never to bo forgotton tender-
iiimtt, brought haelc to his sonaes by tho rapinionshlp of his fallows, , was soon abioto npliia exactly how tho murder had been com- 'ihsvoir of vengeance that Basil uttered was lapinddiie. Recognising tho feet that the eon tul taken no rations of any aort with him, liknev there was no chanoa of liis escaping far mo with the start of an entire day. Unless ho suespeoially gifted there was no probability lilt without a compass he could travel back the sty that they had caino, Tho murderor was Mliin to ho caught, so the crime had been as hUteas it was brutal and ernel. About 80 Bites hick they had camped for throe days at the alllt station of Biuibeo with the sheep, and bit vis a fair cbanco that Sam might got as hi u that He might get rations there by tfUicg Eomo plausible tale, but if he ventured lido ic his immediate capture was only a pillion of a few hours' searoh. . Eisil threw himself down, with his saddle in i pillow, not far from tho cold body of his heller, to inatob tho few hours of rest which wttt absolutely necessary before he oould start bpnsuitof the-murderer. Meanwhile Andrews lilliiown movod a little way oil to whoro stood idomp of slender scented myalls, and in deep state, with suoh rough moans as they had at bed, they dug a shallow grave. Then thoy went eustchofEvelyn'u horses, wliiohhnd wandered iomedistanoo with thoir hobblos on. BubH would lib two of thoso, as they would ho freshor, than these. I llldi tho horses wero caught they : still bitsted to disturb Basil, thinking that ho night be asleep; but the light of the fire feteieil on bin faoe . and they saw his wide- (f-sn eyas witching tho irregular outline of the (apt, so thoy advanced intimating, that thoy bd finished thoir task. ' Bail uncovered the faoe to take one last look lihh murdered brother; with a sob ho' kissed lb white, brow, then wrapping him, reverently u the grey blanket, nlone carried' him to. tho F«e by tho myalls. IVhile Brown and Androws scraped tho soant amtovar the body with the tomahawk which uddnDO the deed Basil out in tho scented wood a the dun light of tho first flush of dawn in a»t», deep letters the initials of his brother's mm followed, by a deoply stabbed V for 'atonce. E. T. ;y. ' ' - Wilhoutn muttored' prayer, with none of Re tailgate of .woe, tho sad, hasty rite of a ul in the lonely bush was over. Basil '«»g the hands of his trusty helpers and i isg into tho saddlo, his last orders to thorn /'i f their way baok to Bimbos with fulher'orddra, C0U' 00mPft" ftnd wait for Ii2w,v?1'n,. ,t'lreB men took up the quest no J!" stopped for food and t«lSl !"!? <'awn t'18 DBX' day they custody "'ation -with the negro in their
rEiNF'"1 1tBmPta«n R oatohlng the liwhhw II .I"1 e to ox ecu te him by sTf.i tut Basil and ono of his kind'hoslB tad it wcro , justices of .tho poaoo, i co'tSef0" 'r ra 'o countenance ®.am waB 'oEod in the gaol whore a Circuit- Court wionof!l?( if ,?a" oxultcd in;tho antioi- Kilbli! B tho murderer .awing on tho |l«V(nmHnnlln0tfct'fj"I.yas ov"r aid the day of ticat eve, p, ,,? . Po'tod himself near to Lto f»r ti,!W . Hlo vengeance oarried toademned i' tlt oapsble of taunting the iwited liimii,, 1 tho life of torture that 1811 1 f heightening the horrors ''Chl,,".vcry raean1 inhi» power ; of Rkhe itrLict .r"'i>' to tho last horrible oon- ""I the innnA ''o under rated the effect ""Mnervsa. wU) ,,ve, "Pon his over ' the p., "'ood glaring for a moment k his ores 111 ff of the negro witli hato 'lit wss too m«M, r !?"or ff the oxpeoted litlnt, for him and he fell down in dalllo fo' a'nfo i? c-?aot8,J1 tho poor penalty and SDsnkn r ?0tinucd his ournoy b's toothnr at Oondalla 'lim, cilrL ei,iXi o ' Margaret, now grown fiJ' nd an y«r«, with stealthy, quiet W » pmrt-J '' uospioioue watchfulness. Slie Hloloticy on h,.?? -0' aod had attained great T old Marv W H!fn? ' nojt passion was "I'd to rilnn l H ,R'0 Durse, witli whom KK the aklnn,, '?, J""108 for houra to- oftsnsr in. !' ,1>'ao,£ fl"8ors of the Jf Rio, htown on n.i boating tho. delicate, ?« With r" 2f Margaret at tho skilful 'Md«lL,l?'(.T1r8I,,ayoo Margaret was affectionate, but she was rude
and ovorboaring with the servants. She learnt with enso everything she was given, and it amused Mrs. Tremayno'a lonely dnya to teach her. Banco roigncd at Ekatcrinska since tho depar ture of Goeffory Underwood. Kothcrino was mostly sullen and ill-temporoil, but Craven's selfish absorption was too complete to be dis- turbcd.by it. Ho still dnrood his sooks, designed patterns for wool work, and elaborated absurd' and Impossible sohemes, but ho found 'at last that it was possibio to walk with crutohes and drive In a buggy without being oompellod to lio on a watorbed. His rile of invalid had become a littlo monotonous, and ho took a maliolous pleasure ill appearing in unoxpccted placos to sea what Kathcrino was doing. His patent " fnsoinator liives " did not attract the roving swarms of wild and native bees, for, strange to say, tlioy oontinuod thoir rough and rondy method of oconpyinga hollow treo and filling it with tho lusoious honey beg. His com. plicated method of eradicating Bathurat burr and sida retausa was treatod witii tho same ex traordinary ncgleob by tho Government as his patont was by the hoes ; and his soheme for the ahiohite prevention of grass soed in tho wool by clipping tho seeds of the grass bsforetho soed was ripe failed totally, although his neat little model had appeared perfect. Mrs, Tromayne was lonoly at Oondalla in aplto' of her busy life, bat sbo uttered no word of complaint ; she could not hopo to keep Basil alwayB by her side in the tamo lj fa of Oondalla. It was for his good, that was sufficient for her. Olga witli lior husband and baby stay od with her occasionally, but their homo wits tar away in Now Soiitli Wales— as far as Basil's new property, but not qulto so difficult to get at. Basil wrote to Mora a sad and tonohing letter rolating the death of. Evelyn, speaking freely of his grlof, which he know she would share. He did not speak oponly of the dear relations whioh lie believed existed betwoen them, hut he took itfor granted that lier sorrow would sonrooly be less then his own. . - The answor to this letter was awaiting him at Oondalla, but it was from Mr. ICirby, who wrote in tho most symnnthetio terms, And ssying that Mora was so shaken by tho nows that hor health had quite broken down.' She had had a slight attack of typhoid fever, and tho news. had some when she was still very weak. The dootors had advised a soa voyngo for her, so, as tho Liberals wero how out of office, he thought of taking her to England for a year. A little whila afterwards a shaky littlo note came from Mora horself addressed to Mrs. Trc- mayno, telling hor thoy were starting immedi ately, but iiow she wished slie eould h&ro soon
nor to eomfort hor before siio loft. It distracted and amused Basil to watoh the dawning of oxaoting lovo and jealousy in tho bosom of Margaret. At first she had been sby with him, then she had ventured to appronoh and hang round him watching for the slightest ' hint of a servioo to be rondarod. She triod "Basil" tentatively and "Dada" ; timidly without receiving onoouragement. or notice. Sbo was too reserved to aslc hirri what slio should call him, and ho did not appear to notioc her diffionlty, so exoept when a namo was abso lutely necessary she skilfully evaded calling him anything, but in moments of excitement she invariably called him "Dada." He taught hor to swim and to row, riding Mrs. Tromayne had taught her, but he taught her to leap fences and fallen logs on any half- brokoa colt slio might bo riding; to run and jamp lika an agile boy, and bo encouraged her to climb like a monkey or a blaokfellow. Ho laughed outright sometimes to see her angry, jealous scowl when he asked his mother to play to him or to perform some littlo feminlno task whioh Margot had previously attempted and failed In for all liar oagor willingness. Ho saw nothing of the . worst side of her oharaotor, she took care of that. Margot's baby dislike to Katherine had grown into stubborn aversion ; she invariably disappeared to somo haunt of her own as soon as sua distinguished Xatborlne'a figure riding in tho distaneo ; in later times when 'Craven conceived himself well enough .to sit up In an ordinary manner and drive himself he frequently visited Mrs. Tromayne, who folt a strong pity for the poor, weak, effiminate oroaturo, and with him Murgot was content to make friends. BaBil stayed six months with his mother be fore he could summon resolution to go baok alone to Yowarreo, whero his.presenoo was oar- tainiy needed. Mrs. Tromayne was reeonoiled to his departure by the knowledge tbat in future ho would probably only lie required at Yowarr'oe for a fow months at n time. Margot, to whom six months socmed an'ago, oould not reoouoile herself so easily to the parting, She said very littlo, and Basil and his mother were too much occupied with pnrtlng to notice her. IVhcn Basil wanted to say good-bye to her bUo was no- whore to ba found. - He had ridden 10 miles on his way Before ho distinguished n loitering figure on horseback ahead. Some suspicion made him sob spurs to his horse to gallop up and disoover little Mar got on a very big horse with" a largo and un- Bhnpoly swag fastened insecurely to her saddle. "Dada," she oried, with quivering voice and streaming eyos, "I can't stay' behind, I am coming with you, I have got blankets and a few things in this." . "Yon arensiliy little goose," said Basil, wast ing few words on her : "and I am oxoeedingly angry with you. Go baok at onoe. No, I will not oven say gaod-bya or kies you. If you don't obey me instantly I will -havo. you sent away from Oondalla before I oome again.". ' .. . lVithont a word Margot. wlieolodi'her Iiorso round and galloped away, but hor, clumsily fas-
tened' awag became half . dstaohod from tho saddle, so alio had.to'piill up to faston it, and Basil reionted and . went bsolc to holp and aonsolo her. . " , During these mointhji at Oondalla Basil had oome to think of Mora as liis brother's widowed liride. Ho found that Evelyn had'made nooon- fidonoes to his mother on the Bubjeot (Mrs. Tro- mayno wur fain to oonfesa with tears that she had given him small ' onoouragement : to bo ex pansive with her), so ho had still nooortaiiity that thore had besnnn ongagomoatbetwoon tho mur dered boy and Morn. But he oherished the idea, for it seemed to him it had been somo compensa tion for liis brief llfo's ornol ending to have, had the knowledge of Mora's love during those last weeks. He would not give up this dream, not even to admit tho sweet thought that the girl to whom ho had given every thought of his heart waB free and might be his to win. Chapter Nil.—" All Love's Brim Touched the Sweet." Six months later the colony was in the .midst of tho exoitement of a general election. The nows 'of the unexpected dissolution of Parlia ment renohed Daniel Kirby in Scotland, whore he and Mora wore viBiting somo half forgotten relatives, and whoro Kirby had boen onjoying tho shooting of strong winged grouse on tho breezy moors of Argyllshire. Tho spirit of bnttlo entered strongly into liis veins, ho folt lio must start baok to the colony Instantly, evon though with tho utmost spood ho would bo too lato to fight in tho van. Tlioy woronosoonorstartodon thoir route tbnn ho longod to lio already there. Ho paced the deck conning over what would havo been his clootion spcoohes, hie short sturdy legs keeping stride with tho energy of his ssntoncce. How lio would have rallied the waverora here, and triumphantly lod tho faithful thore. How ha would havooxposod
tho fallacies of his opoonents with solid, serried ranks of truths ! It was not in human nature that all tlio eloquence within liim should bo pent up until lie was once more in Iub seat in tho House — for It must bo mentioned that no ono had been found to contest against him tho Beat ho had bold almost without interruption sinoo tho first Parliament of tho colony. Mora listened with ploascd attention to his rounded poriods and fervid perorations ; but ho found a wider and more combative audience amongst tho second olass passengors, most of whom wero emigrants of tho better class, going out to settle in one of the colonies, tlioro to in vest their small capital and to rcaliso tho dream of their livos in farming their own land. To them ICirby lcotnred from his vast experience of oolonial life, of tho duties and pleasures in store for them. To thorn ho expatiated at largo on the groat future in view for his own particular colony. . He psroratod to them in tho following ecstatic sentences " Wo count our sheep and cattlo by millions where our littlo mother England Counts hers by thousands. Wo havo ya3t tracts of the grandest couutry iu the world' for stock keeping or farm ing that has never-, been, trod by .thcfoot of a white man, except by ' tho dovoted'baud of explorers who! have made it known to us. Wo have millions of acres' on whioh; can ho growa two crops a year"- — -Dan broke off with a sinlio and added humorously, " Though tbey do say ono of thom .wiil.be burnt up by tlio sun and the otlior washed away by tho rain! This, gentlomen, la. too epigrammatio to'be Utoral. I say we pan grow .two ordps of wlie.at a yoar. I say. wo can cut luceriio. hay four or five times a ybhr. . I tell,, you wo . can grow 50 bushels of maize, to' tho acre— to say nothing of tho crop of pumpkins gro'whlat tho samo time , among tlio tall stalks of 'lhi taaize. " ' " There is hardly, a known fruit which can not be grown on some part of tho. soil of our colony. There lis '.not a known mineral nor precious stone which cannot he found there. . Gold and silyor, ooppor and lead, antimony and opals, ooal and iron,; malachite and tin. , Alas, gentlemen, I hm no scientist, id I onn give bnt a poor enumeration of tho wondors. which tho fertile land yields . to tho expert both above and below the ground.! I am no botaniet to.dosoribo to you the beautiful flora ; but;I ask you whore else' on God's earth oan yon . find under suoh happy eonditiohsV soil aud .olimato whioii will, grow tea and coffee, cotton' and sugar, olives and grapos, whoat and .tobacco, and the humble domeatio cabbage, gentlemen, whioh my political oppononts havolboen said to deolaro that tho incomparably fertile' soil of the groat table lands
of the. colony will, not grow A uaso iiooi l Needless to remark, I nover said suoh a thing. I fear to dosoend to platitudes and weary you if I spoak of - moat at twopenbo a pound, and extend my list to the - multitude of everyday oommoditiss that our soil and our olimatewill. produce, making us independent of other countries ae few countries are independent ! " Gentlemen, it is the policy of tho party I support in' Parliament to develop tho vast re sources of the colony as fast aa we can, to settle upon ' our lands a contented and prosperous population, to open up the oountry by means of railways and telegraphs ; to. watoh over our ox- penditurejthatjwo shall always make sure wo are getting our' money's worth, but novor to over look a known want. You liavo listonod to me very patiently, and In oonoluslon I would Invite you nil to make Queensland your home. We want men of your stamp there, and my motto is 'The mora tho merrier.'" Whilo Dnniol Kirby was thus painting tho colony in rosoato hues, Basil Tremayno had so licited the suffrages of the handful of oleotora in the very latest proolaimed electoral district —tho Darapier — tuo one in .whioh his own station lay. He was frankly Conservative in his views, and was returned by an overwhelm-' ing ' majority over the; worthy publioau who hgd contested the . elcotioh in'tho Liberal inter rest.'- ! '' : ' . . Tho session was to. be- opened in March, but Basil was detained! by business in Sydney, and missed the opening ooremony. Ho was hastening baok bno day ; with liis business baroly , eonoluded,' And, driving down to the wharf, was only just in time to' step on board tho steamer that; with anchor raised, was on the point of starting for Moreton Bay. . Greatly to: his surprise ha found .'himself con fronted by 'Daniel Kirby, who stood by the gangway, his logs wide apart with a nautloal air ami a broad', smile .'of welcome on his honest beaming oonntenan'cc. "Basil Tremayno !" ho exolaimed olioerily.' " It is good to eop tho faco of an old friend. Now just give 'me all tho news you oan 'qf-the oolony, there's a good fellow. Wo have just stopped off the P. and O. boat, And straight on bonrd .tliia one, so' I have nothing , later -than the talograms in this morning's papers." "No more than I," said Basil, amiling,. ' I hope you have had a pleasant trip?- How is Mora?" " Coma and ask hor yourself, my dear boy ; or yon need not aek, just glance at the roses in her oheeks. I will say .that for tlio old country —it has given her more oolor than slio over bad in Australia." Mora was ensoonoed in her deolr chair, with quito the air of, an old travslier, deeply in terested in a file of colonial newspapers. - "Oh, father, dear," aha sain, feeling his hand on her .shoulder, but without turning round,' " Basil Tromayne is returned for the Dampior distrlot.' A Conservative, alas i" . " Well, here, ho is, to answer for his sins in person, " said Kirby genially. " What have yon got to say to him ? ,
It seemed that Mora had nothing at all to say to him for tho momont, or if alio had, alio found some diifioulty in .saying it. Slio held out her hand in silonoo, a smilwtrembling on hor lips. "lam so' glad, to aoe you looking so well,. Basil said, 'as his hand oloaod warmly on hers, "and very glad that yon have. come baok.' ' 'f I am very glad to Bo . back, too," Haid Mors, finding her voios and slowly losing somo of the color that floodod her oheoks. "And as for dear fathor, his Impatienoe to got back when onoo lio had turned his face homewards lias passed into a provorb I How is your mother?' "I paid her a 'flying visit boforo I came to Sydnoy, to , receive hor congratulations on my olcotlon," and found her particularly well. I am so glad that Ijnstmanagod to oatoh this steamer, Basil wont on with a quiol noto of elation in his voice. ".Yes,' I 'am an M.L. A. now, Mr. Kirby, and pledged to the opposite camp." " Ah woll, they havo got a very good fallow, Basil, and there aro .novar too many of those on. any sido. I congratulate yorir party. :I must say honestly, though, that I fear somo of their hustings' promises havo" been jn«t a little rash and reokless. I think we shall seo their spark ling rhetorical soap suds of promiso speedily dissolve and loavo a vory slight residuum of performance. It seems that tho Conservatives havo come baok with the confidence of the country,' and now that they liavo got rid of Selliston tlioy may do very woll. As for Souls- ton, tho motto of his papor, the Qasctte, should bo ' Hie J ucet — Donnld Selliston." I shall not bo sorry to bo in opposition ngain. I profor pick ing holes in my neighbor's ooat to having thorn pioked ill my own !" Daniel Kirby rattled on about polities and kindred topics to Basil, who listened and re plied abstraotedly. He was watching him gently Ipnssing his short broad hand over Mora's wind milled hair. She had taken off her hat, and rested Iter graceful head baok against the dark
cushions of the olinlr; half behind whioii Kirby was sitting.' She- looked ; up .into : Basil's dark- iinndsomo face with a somewhat wistful look. Ho believed slio was'thlnking 'of Evolyn. Tlion thoy loft off talking polities and wntchod tho lovoly panorama of Sydnoy Harbor unfolding with every pulse of the engine as they steamed all too rapidly towards the Heads. Itwns getting late when tlioy. wero outBide the . harbor In ' the tumultuous roll of the Pitcillo, to whioh Mora's voyago had iuurod hor. Daniol ICirby left them talking togothor and walked up and down on tho opposite sido with his pipe, from whioh ho puffed volumes of smoke. When they wore 'alone their talk died out, and in silence they looked over tho side of the vessel. Thero was somothlng woird and mystical In Bea and sky. Tho brilliant orango ball of the sun shono through light Bmoke colored olouds, mak ing a curvod pathway of yollow light aoross the misty_ soa, whioh turned to orimson where tho receding tide left curved wot sands. Dimly, through a haze, the fast following land showed on undecided purple. Tho sun slowly sank, a dull red hall with ono clearly defined band of black aoroBB it made by a stray fragment of olond. " I have often wanted to write to you," Mora begau in a low timid tone, "but it was long before I was equal to the task. And then I feared to probo your wound— to reoatl too vividly your gtief ; yet I feared loBt you should think I did not fesl for yon." . "Thank you," Basil said simply, laying liis hand gently on hers as it lay on the taffrail of the vessel. "No, if nsver ocourrod to me to think that you had felt no sorrow for our sorrow. And I " — he took away hie hand from hois and spoke with more restraint; "and I, Mora, have felt that I ought to have written to. you more, particularly. I wanted to thank you — though I know not how— for the love and joy that had brightened the last few weeks of bis sbortlifo." ' "I— I don't think! quito understand," Mora faltered. . I alwayB lilted him vory much." . " Ho ! fot'eti yon ". Basil said reproaohfully. "Is it possibio that you did not know lie loved you?" ... ... ... "There was nothing "—Mora began, with her clieek .suffused with hot blushos— " he nover said anything . . . except . . . that he would he a brother to me." Mora bit her lips as the words escaped hor. She gave a hurried look at Basil, and turned her head awny:in con- , fusiou. Sbo felt that her words woro oapable of revealing lior secret, but Basil saw nothiag in
them but a shattered dream. . He started from her side up and down onbo' with hurried unequal strides before speaking to her again. "Yon wero ornel to him— heartless 1 Mora, he wrote of you to me. Ho believed youlovod him. ; You must have given him reason to think bo. I will never forgive you for embittering with your coquetry tho short span of life tbat, was left to him." He stoppod by her while bespoke,, and then resumed his pacing of the dook.
Tlioy wero almost alone, the passengers liad nearly all retired to endure the agony of sea Biokuess in their berths. Daniel Kirby was walk ing the bridge with tlio captain, who was an old friend. The man at the wheal loomed large in bis rough clothes, with the yellow light of the binnacle reficotcd waveringly on his weather beaten form. The sea was phosphoresoent in their wake with millions of minute sparkling speoks under' a sky in whioh tho moon shone through a huge rainbow tinted balo with an effoot of warmth as the faBt flying olouds obscured her face. Mora bowed htr head momentarily in her hatide, tlion she looked at the bright tract of soa in their wake with » faint; inexplicable smile on her lips. The sorew quivered and throbbed through tho dcop roll of tho waves and. filled the silonoo with its unceasing trembling noise. "Forgive mo,'! Basil said after a long .pauso, during, whioh lie had not once looked at her ; , "I, havo said more than I ought.- Will you forgive mo anil prove it" by tolling mo nil .that passed bstween you in thoso lost days ? ' ; , , "Yes, I forgive you," Mora faltered ; I think you did not wish to ho harsh to me, but I can not toil you anything— you must not press mo to do ao." . . "You must tell me," he said with passionate hasto; "child, you must! Consider, yon wore with him so muoh in those days ; thore must bo much you oan tell me of him. Oan you not gtvo yourself the pain of rolating it to mo. Mora? Snroly tome, who loving you, with the'. whole strength of my heart, yet sped him forth hoping that ho might win you, because ho was wdrthior of you than I. I did not mean to mention my own passion for you," ho oontinuod; with more restraint; " it lias nothing to do'with tho ques tion, I have so long harbored the dolnsion that Evelyn hod at least had the happiness of know ing himself beloved by you— I havo almost envied ' him ' his fate, I would hnyo willingly olinngod places with him to liavo had thd sainc joy. And uow-that I must give up that memory for him it seems as though ho were robbed. Porhaps you can lessen this paiu by telling mo' the truth," . '. !' I swear to you that wo partod tho best of friends," Mora said earnestly, the tears tremb ling on her- lashos ; "no, more than friends, like sister and brother. He was radiant with happinetB." "I do not understand, thero must bo some thing more to talL I am not pleading for my: eelf. not for my own happineas-; only for a little
retrospeotlve happiness for that poor murdered boy. When that fiend, that brute, swung on the s'ooffold, and I folt how inadequato _tho punishmont was to tlio crime, I had thrown into the soale the happlnosa lie had been deprived of, a happiness that it seems now be never pos sessed !" ' "If I must tell you it must be in my own way," Mora said in a low tremulous tone. Basil leant his forehead on liis hand and faced her with quiet oxpootation in his passionato dark eyos. : . "I always had a , girlish admiration for Evelyn, and when you oamo down and talked of him so muoh I idealised him from your words and my sentiment for him inoreascd ; but when you wont baok and lio oamo I found .thatlndeod I only liked liim no a brother. You nro sur prised that he should linvo boon happy .and satisfied with. thiB quiet sisterly affection-- you almost doubt tho truth of what I say— but it is absolutely, true. There' is something mqre, hut -you muat'oBk.m'e, I cannot tell it. ' 'DidShoi think .that you loved soma' ono elsa?'!-ifHe put out his hand and againriaid it lightly 'on 'hers. : . ' ' ! " Yea, he guessed it, and it was true.. "And tliat'otherliDoea ho lovo you ?1' Bqsil asked with A new strange, hope ringing in. his -voioo. ' " He said so just now," Mora said softly, look ing' away over the dim -moonlit ooeanVto tho_ serrated outline of the land. ' _ . ' -' "My darling ! my best belovod 1' it true . Oan I believe my sotisos ;"-is it poseible that you can' love me?" ho said in a passionato whisper., "Morn, I beliovo I have; adored you sinoo the first moment I aa.tr you grown up, though.'-I thought I should never tell you so." -.ft ' : He took both her hands nnd'drew her oloie until he could olearly aeo her ehining Aye»-and trembling lips. . ; \- ' " Don't speak, dear one, unlern it be to tell me
it is true ; if it bo not lotrnie boliev'e it'miglit bo for nnotbor delirous moment." "-Evelyn know it almost beforo I knew it my self, -"Mora -said timidly; "ho was rejoiced — I- eould seo-tbat, although it was understood bo- tweon iis rathor tlian explained." ' .Basil. canght. her to him in a happy embrnoe, - murmuring eostatio words of happiness and sealed his lovo with a kiss. , "Do. you remember telling me. onoo at Oon- . dalla— when I eamo baok from England I think, it was — that' I was too old for you. Do you think so now?" " , "I think," said Mora with happy confidence, - .that yon are precisely. tho right age," the right height, and tho right— overything for mo, and I ' think that if you had not loved me I should - nover have married at all," Thero seemed a curious appropriateness in tho -- appronoh of Mora's father at that moment. It may be oonsldered cortain that whoover Mora's choice had fallen upon her fathor would not have dreamed of withholding his oonBont lightly. But hail he himself picked the man to whom lie > would olioose to trust liis cherished child his - choice would havo fallen upon Basil Tremnyne, of whose honor and truth; stability of oharaotor, and goneral trustworthiness he had a vory high : opinion, so' he reoeired: the news of their newly Acknowledged love with every symptom of grati- fiaatioo. . ft, : Thoro was only ono! question ho. wished to.put . to Basil, and he took on early opportunity of asking it when they wore atone. "Tliat littlo waif at Oonilalln, is it yours?" : "It is not," Basil answered witli firmness " but I shall take it as a favor if you do not ask mo anything elso about it." ; . ; "I understand," Kirby said acutely; "yon- are keeping some ono olac's seorot. I rcspeot your retioenco and boliove your simple-word,"- ' (To de Continued.)