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Chapter NumberXIV
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Full Date1883-09-29
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Newspaper TitleMercury and Weekly Courier (Vic. : 1878 - 1903)
Trove TitleA Golden Dawn
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CHAPTER XIV. Afterwards every detail of that night was remembered-from Hyacinth's passionate cry, "I shall kill her if she takes my lover from me," to the insignifi cant occurance that, while at its height, a stranger had called thera, he asked if Lady Fraser was staying at the Hall. Hearing that she was there, he said that he would call on the morrow, Long afterwards, one of the footmen, who was not quite sober at the time, remem bered that this stranger had spoken of the size of the Hall and of the visi tors' rooms. Alan was the first to miss Hyacinth 'from the ball-room. He went at once to Lady Rosedene, who told him frankly the cause of her absence. "If she is really cross," he said, " it is no use my sending any message to her." Lady Rosedene looked gravely at him. "I think yon are to blame," she said. "If I were in your place. I should not spend so much time with Lady Fraser." He laughed carelessly. "I shall not be much troubled," he replied, " when Lady Fraser's visit ends. She amuses me almost against my will ; but I love my darling." " Then why do you vex her ? asked Lady Rosedene quickly. "I do. oib-.that is, she ought not to be vexed. She knows that I love her, and she ought to trust me," said Alan. "I- shall be glad when Lady Fraser is gone; I have had a presentiment of evil ever since she has been here." The last they saw of Lady Fraser that evening was when she stood in all

the brilliant glow of her beauty talking to Alan. The light from the great chandelier fell on her beautiful face and imperial figure-on her diamonds, her rich dress, and the lovely apple-blossoms She was talking to him, and saying to herself that she liked him far better than any one she had seen, and that, if it could be managed, she would be the lady of Elmsthorpe, instead of the child who showed her jealous pain in her face. Her dark eyes flashed and her red lips smiled as she bade himi good night, She said good night to Lady Rosedene ; but the mistress of Dena was not very cordial to her ; she could not forget the pain on Hyacinth's face or the ring of despair in her voice. "Gertrude," she said somewhat sharply, "do you remember the old saying, ' Do as you would be done by'?" Lady Fraser laughed a careless musical laugh. " I remember many quaint old say ings, but I never apply them to my self," she answered; and, as she hastened away, some of the apple blossoms that had been fastened to her dress fell to the ground. " They are all rather cross with me," said Lady Fraser to herself as she reached her own room. "I do not care. I like him, and I shall win him for myself if I can." It was long after midnight, and the whole household was wrapped in slumber. There was no sign left of the brilliant ball; the last carriage had driven away, the tired dancers, and the still more tired servants, had gladly sought rest. Lady Fraser alone felt no fatigue ; she was full of high spirits and exultation; her brain seemed to burn with the different plan= t?iat came into her mind. Her maid toJk the jewels from her hair and her breast, and then she opened her window that the cool air might take the fever from her. As she leaned her head out in the moonlight, a man standing watching uttered a low cry. "It is herself !" he exclaimed. "Now I shall see." (To be continued.) TIIE YOUNG.-It is not sufficient that we introduce the young into an atmosphere of virtue, so called. It must be also bright and clear with happiness and energy, if it is to win young hearts. Where religion is made gloomy, virtue melancholy, and all duty tinged with the sombre hue of self-restraint, it is certain that young and joyous natures will shrink from them. Such religion is not religious; such virtue is not virtuous ; it rather shows itself to be the enemy of true goodness by driving away by its repel lent aspect those who might embrace it Happiness is the twin sister of right doing. To preserve their union with sacred care is the highest office of philanthropy; to divorce them is the surest road to degradation and ruin.