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Full Date1890-11-13
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Newspaper TitleBarrier Miner (Broken Hill, NSW : 1888 - 1954)
Trove TitleForget-Me-Not
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FORGET-ME-NOT.

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CHAPTER m.-(Continued.)

You will do nothing of the.kind ; it is

I who will 'make terms. Hand it over . without, another word and you leave here

a free man. I say no more. ' >

Slowly and grudgingly Wingate drew from; his breast-pocket a worn leather caBe*, and taking therefrom a narrow slip of paper, handed it to Lord Bearhavon aa if it had been some precious treasure at which his soul, recoiled from parting with. After a hasty glance at its contents, Lord Bearhaven held it over the flame of a lamp until nothing but a few blackened aBhes remained in his fingers.

'Now you may go,' he said, with a motion towards the door. * Allow me to see you safely off the premises. Your : cab is at the door now. Yow must make

your own peace with the cabman and the artificial policeman.'

Winchester was standing in the hall somewhat impatiently waiting for tho

termination . of the interview. One glance at the detected scoundrels face was sufficient evidence of the successful

issue. As Wingate disappeared in tho darkness, Bearhaven turned to the artist

and held out his hand.

' I think we can congratulate ourselves,' he said. ' 'The paper we spoke of no longer exists. And now I must retire, if you have no objection. Miss Dene would not care to see me again to-night, especi- ally as-you understand-'

Winchester nodded : it would have

been impossible to express his feelings in words. Once alone, he ran lightly up- stairs to the drawing-room, where Chris and Yere together with Miss Ashton were awaiting him. As he entered, the light wasfairly uponVere'sface, from which the pride and haughtiness had gone, leaving it soft and tearful! There was a tremor of her limbs, her lips worked unsteadily as she tried to smile in return for his bright face.'. For a moment they were silent, Ashton watching them without daring to speak.

. ' lb is done,' ho said gently, noting the dumb piteous1 appeal in Chris's eyeB. ' Thank Heaven you are free at last.'

There was another silence, at the end ?of which ho told them all. Miss Ashton, weeping quietly, hung .on every word

with breathless- admiration. To Win- chester she firmly believed, there was nothing impossible ; this favorite erring nephew had always been the delight and terror of hor simplo life. 1 Now tho tale , was told, the play waB ended. With a

passionate sigh, Winchester turned to go.

' This is no longer any place for us,' he said.' . ' Chris, are you coming with mo '{'

f. You will do nothing of tho kind,' cried Miss Ashton, firm for tho only,time in hor . amiable, existence. '.I will give Semmes

orders to lock the door and bring mo tho keys.-.Tack, you ought to bo ashamed of yourself?'

Winchester Bighed again wistfully ns Aunt Lucy bustled out of the room. He held out his hand to Yere, but she could riot, or would not see. Ab the door he lingered', for a moment with a backward glance ; and Yere, looking up at length, their.eyés met, each telling their own talo in the samo mute language. .

He was at her side in a moment. * What dare I say !' he asked.

"What:dare you say? Rather, what not sayj What did you promise years ago, andhowhaveyoufulfilledtliatpromi.se? Do you think that I forget so easily-that' because riches and prosperity have come to me-- Oh! Can't you seo? Can't you say something I may not ?' .

1 Is'it that you care for me darling that you still love mo ?'

'I am.weak.and foolish ; but I cannot help ,it, Jack,' Vere cried with her face aflame. ' Oh, how blind you have been, and how unhappy I ! Of course it is-What will the people say? What do I care what people say, when I am the happiest girl in England!-But, Jack, . » ' ' there is ouo thing I would nob have them

say,; that I Had actually to ask a man to to marry me.'

There was a great glow of happiness upsn Winchéster's face, reflected in a' measure on Ashton's pallid cheek. For a few moments he dared not trust himself to utter the words trembling on his lips.

..You' always had my 1 love, he said presently. ' Fate has been very good to me in spite of myself: My darling, if you are willing to bravo the world j you

shall never regret it so long as God gives ? me health and strength to shield you. Chris," have you nothing to say ?'.

* Only, that you may be as happy as you deserve to be. And what you have done for ,me to-night, with. God's help, you shall be repaid for, all thc days of your life. And now, perhaps Vere may be persuaded to let us go.' '

'I-will,' ' for I know you are coming again to-morrow. To-morrow-rather to- day ; for the sun has risen, and daylight

has come at last !'

[TIIB EXD.]