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Ile looks. back at her, hardly hearing erlions of .her dauglitor and of 13urgoyne
p:resentlu • sueceod la replacing her on
her rickety resting -place; their arms in-
terlace each other round lace book, and
their anxious, ares look interrogation, at
one another above her head, half drop -
reed on Elizabeth's slight shoulder,
"Does she often faint? Is she apt to
do it?" asks Jim, fn a whisper.
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except on the happy Sunday, to which he
must look forward so wvaernly.
OR, A SAD 'LIFE STORY
Burgoyne has chartered a nacre with a
horse as little lame as is ever to be
found in Florence, and in this .vehicle
they are presently rolling along. None
of thele are In very exuberant spirits.
Burgoyne is as wen aware as if her sen-
sitive lips had put the fact into words,
that for Elizabeth the pleasu:'e of the
• outing -has evaporated with the absence
of Lyng, and that it is only- .the soft-
hearted.
ofthearted shrinking of a sweet nature
from initiating mortification -on. a 1eliow-
creahue that set her opposite to hien in
her while 'gown. He has never seen her
dressed in white before, and says to
hiniself••that it was for Byng's sake that
she has made herself so sulmner-tine.
But even if it be so, it is not Byng who•
is profiting by it, It is for him, not
By -ng, that the large Italian light is
glorifying its thin fabric. Lily -pure,
snow -clean she looks, sitting under her
sunshade, and he sits over against her
in a stupid silence, as if, did he speak
at all. he must put into brutal words the
brutal questions that are dinging in his
head. that seem knocking for utterance
against the gate of his set teeth.
"What is the `screw loose'? How is
she an `unfortunate girl'? Why have
they `never held up -their heads since'?
"Must not he love Sunday ?" cries
Elizabeth, with sparkling eyes. "t)o not
you -king to know what they have for
dinner on Sundays? 1)o you think he
would Blind telling us?
Elizabeth's spirits are going up like
quicksilver. It is evident, despite the
delicate melancholy of her face, that she
is naturally of an extremely joyous and
enjoying nature, and • gifted- with a
freshness of sensation which belongs
ordinarily rather to .the green age, at
which Jim first remembers her, than to
the mature ane which he knows for a
certainty that sho naw leas reecho&. She
is filled with such a lively and sur-
prised delight at all the little details of
arrangement of lee monastic life .that he
is at last impelled to say to her, some-
thing wonderingly : '
"13111 you must have peen hundreds :Of
monasteries. before?"
"Not. one."
"But there are, or were, such swamis
of them all over Italy."
"I dare say. 1 was never In Italy be-
fore."
"Not really?"
She lifts up her hand, and waves it at
Since what?" He looks in a fierce per- him with an air of hasty deprecation of
plexity, from one to the other of those
delicately poised heads, held aloft with
such modest dignity. Surely it is be-
yond the, bounds of possibility that any
heavily hideous shame or leaden dis-
grace can ever have weighed upon
then 1 Probably the intensity of his
thought has given an intensity to his
look, of which he is unaware, for he
presently finds the soft veiled voice of
Elizabeth—Elizabeth who has hitherto
been as mute as himself --addressing
him :
"How very grave you look 1 I wonder
what you are thinking of?"
The question, striking in so strangely
pat, brings him back with a start, For a
second an almost overpowering tempts:
tion assails him to tell her what Is the
object of his thought, to answer her with
that whole and naked truth which we
can so seldom employ in our intercourse
with our fellow men. But one glance at
her innocent face, which has a vague
trouble in it, chases the lunatic impulse,
though he dallies with the temptation to
the extent of saying :
"Would you really like to know? Do
you really wish me to tell you•?"
Iie looks at her penetratingly as he
puts the question. Before either his eyes
or his manner she shrinks. • -
"Oh, no—no t" she cries with tremu-
lous haste, "of course not 1 I was only
joking. What business have I with your
thoughts? I never wish to know
people's thoughts ; if their looks and
words are kind, that is all that concerns
mel"
IIe relapses into silence; but her
words, and still more the agitated man-
ner in which they are pronounced, make
a vague yet definite addition to the dis-
quiet of his soul.
By setting off at. so judiciously late an
hour as five o'clock, they have avoided
the greater part of the flood of tourists
which daily sets towards Certosa, and
which they meet, tightly packed in
crowded vehicles. sweeping Florence,
wards in a choking cloud of white dust;
so that on reaching the Certosa Monas-
tery, sitting so grandly on its hill -top,
they have the satisfaction of finding that,
it is temporarily all their own—a11 their
own but for the few white-frocked
figures and tonsured heeds which an
economico-deniocrn 14n Gev i'rnment has
left to hint what in 118 palmy, days was
the slate of that which is now only a
Government museum.
A burly monk receives them. IIe does
not look at all a prey to the pensive sor-
row one would expect at the desecra-
tion of his holy things and the disper-
sion of his fraternity. Probably, in hi?;
slow peasant mind there is room for no-
thing but self-congratulation at his be-
ing one of the few—only fifteen in all—
left to end their days 'in the old home.
He leads thcnl stolidly through chapels
and refectory—the now too roomy refec-
tory, where the poor remnant of Car-
thusinns cline together only on Semdays
—through meagrely -furnished cells, In
one of which he matter-of-factly lots
down the front flap of a cuLlboard to
further question, growing suddenly
grave.
"Don't ask me whether I have been
here or there. or whether I have done
this or that. i have never' been any-
where or done anything."
Her desire for a cessation of all in-
quiries
nquiries as to her doings is obviously 80
earnest that Jim of course complies with
it. Once or twice before he has been
struck by her strange want of acquain-
tance
cquaintance with facts and phenomena, which
would have come as a matter of course
within the range of observation of every
woman of her age and station. -Against
his will, a horrid recollection flashes
upon hint of a novel he had once read in'
Which the hero exhibits a singular
ignorance of any events or incidents
that had occurred within the ten years
preceding the -opening of the story—an
ignorance which towards the end of the
third volume was accounted for. by its
transpiring that he has spend the .inter-
vening period in a convict prison! Ile
drives the grotesque and monstrous idea
with scourges nut of his mind; but it re-
curs, and recurs to be displaced by
another hardly less painful if in some
degree more probable. Can it be possi-
ble that the crushing blow which yaps
fallen upon the Lo Marchant family, and
upon Elizabeth in particular, whitening,
the mother's hair, and giving that tear -
washed look to the daughter's sweet
eyes—can it be possible that that heavy
stroke was insanity? Cnn Elizabeth
have been out of her mind? Can she
have spent in congfinement any of the
past, from all allusion to which she
shies away with a sensitiveness more
shrinking than that of
"The tender horns of cockled snails."•.
Ho is so much absorbedin his tor-
menting speculations about her that for
the moment he forgets her bodily, jite-
senee; and -it is only her voice, her -soft
sane voice, that brings lien back to a
consciousness of it. They have been led
into a salon, to which, as their guide
tells them, the confraternity used to re-
ceive any "personage" that came. to visit
them. Alas, ne 'personage ever visits
the 'rocked remnant now 1 It is a
charming, lightsome room, that gives
one no monastic idea, with. pretty airy
fancies of flower -wreaths and -, arabes-
ques; and dainty dancing figures painted.
on wall .and ceiling and doors. One of
these latter :is heif open, and through fl
comes an exquishe sudden viesv of the
hills, with their sharp cutshadows and
their sunlit slopes; of shining Plorence
al their feet, of the laugh of young ver-
dure, and the wedded gloom and glouy
of cypress and poplar filling the fore-
ground. Upon Elizabeth's small face,
turned suddenly towards him, seems re-
flected sorne of the ineffable radiance of
the Tuscan light.
"When next l dream of Heaven,:' she
srys, in her !ender vibrating voice, "it
will be like this. Tio you ever dream of
heaven? I often do, and 1 always wake
crying because it is not, true; but"—with
a joyful change of I.ej"—"l `will not cry
any more without better cause. Since I
her words, but chiding himself fiercely
for the disloyal thought lvhiclh he has
entertained, however umwrllingty ; the
thought that the foul fiend of madaess
could .ever, oven ternpoharily;>have de-
filed the temple of those eyes, whence
reason and feeling, so sweetly wedded,
are shining out moon hire, uuworthy+ 08
lie is of their rays.
"Since you conte here? he repeats in
a sort of dreamy interrogation.; "only
since you calve here?"
"You must not take me up' so sharp-
ly 1" she eries in a voice of •plsyf}il re-
znoustrance, in which. there is a lilt of
young gaiety. "I warn you that 1 will
not be taken up so sharply 1. I did not
say `only since I came hero i' I said
'Since I came here 1' "
CHAPTER XIV.
Presently they `pass into the still,-
cloisleeed garden, in whose unmown
grass -squares gray -blue tlo'vers are
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blowing, beside whose \yolks • pale pink
peonies are flashing, and round whose
well the grave rosemary bushes are set.
Through. the whole place is an atmos-
phere of deep peace, of silence, leisure,
dignity. It is virtually a tete-a-tete, as
their tonsured guide, seeing their evi-
dent harmlessness, has left them to their
own devices; tmd Mrs. Le Marchant has
sat down 11: rest upon a camp -stool
which Elizabeth has been carrying ever
since they left the cai'rlago. It has fidget-
ed
idgeted Jinh to see her burdened with it; for
Id a man be ever so little in love with a
woman, his .tendency always is to think
her 'as brittle ns spun glass,' to believe
that any weight, however light, will
bruise her arm—any pebble, however
tiny, wound her tender foot: - He has
offered to relieve her of it --but she has
refused—playfully at first -telling hini
she • is sure that be wilt lose it; wind,
afterwards, when he insists, more
gravely, though with gentle gratitude,
saying that it would never do for her to
get tato the habil of being waited upon,
and that she always carried mammy's
things. It is. perhaps absurd that -a
woman, of six -and -twenty should speak
of her mother as "mammy," yet the
homely and childish abbreviation seems
to him to come "most fair and featously"
from her lips. -
They stay :a long time' in the sun -
kissed garden, considering that there is
after all not very much to see There.
But Elizabeth's light steps, that to -day
seem set to some innocent dancing -
tune, are loath to leave it ; she must
smell the great new peonies, monthly -
rose -colored, faintly perfumed; she must
'steal a sprig 0f rosemary to pht - into
her coffin when shades," •at which he
catches his breath, shuddering; she must
peep into the. well. He insists on her
holding his hand. for safety as she leans
over to do so; her little fingers grip --his
tight as she cranes her neck and bends
her. lissom .body. • But what a small
handful they- are compared • to those
other fingers,• those kind, useful, but un-
doubtedly solid fingers, which he has
held perhenctorily through many a. mat-
ter -of -feet hour. ,By -and -bye they stray
away together out of the bounteous air
of the hill -top into a semi -underground
church, to see the fifteenth, and sixteenth.
century monuments, which look as fresh
as if their marble had left its home in;.
Carrara but yesterday. They stand.
looking down at those three kin who lie
side by side before the high altar,' each
with head dropped a little sideways on
the shoulder, ' as if overcome by sudden
sleep. They step on into the side cha-
pet, -where that yet nobler mitred. figure,
fashioned by Donatetbh's hand, stretches
his prone length above his border of
fruit and flowers, among which lies a
carved skull, through whose empty eye-,
holes—strange and grisly fancy con-
trasting with so much beauty—a mock-
ing ribbon runs. Elizabeth is perfectly
silent the whole time, but no flood of
talk could make Jim half so conscious
of her presence, palpitating with sym-
pathy and feeling, could give half the
confidence he enjoys that shear ill intro-
duce no allusion to either-Kensal Green
or Woking, as it • is but too ,probable
that the excellent companion of most of
bis Florentine' rambles would have
done. -
Elizabeth has been perfectly silent, yet
at last she speaks. It is in the Chapter
House, where, as most of us have done,
they: have suddenly• come upon another
tomb, the tomb of one lying hall -length
on the pavement before the attar; with
no separating edge of rearbte or
wrought-irori'railing to keep hire from .
the foot of the passer-hy. Ile lies there, .
portrayed with such an extraordinary
vividness of life 'about, his prostrate
figure and his severe, powerfdl face, .that
one feels inclined to speak low, lest he
should lift his white lids and look rebuke
at us. hi the lines about his mouth' there
Is a hint of. sardonic mirth. Is4ie-hear-
ing our foolish chatter—touched w Ih
grave contemptuous amusement at .it?
Or is he keeping in htssleep the mem-
ory of - some four hundred years' old
jest? Elizabeth bas involuntarily crept
close to Bupgo,"lie s side, with the ges-
ture of a frightened child. •
"rare you sure that he did not stir?"
she asks tremulously under her breath.
Her next thought is that .her mother -
must see. hilt too, this wonderful living
dead man. end they presently set forth
toreturn to the garden to fetch her. But
apparently she has groccnn tired of wait-
ing for them, for, as they enter the dors
tered. enceinte, they see her advancing•to
Meet them. e
"i would not lie left alone with hini at
night for ' the wealth of the Indies,"
Elizabeth is saying, with a half -nervous
laugh—"Oh, mammy, you would
never have forgiven me if I had let you
gow]thotlt seeing bile 1• Why, what is
this?"—With a sudden change of key-
"what has happened?" For as they
draw xlear.Ip Mrs. Le Merchant they see
that her walk is a staggering one, and
that the us ally healthy, clear pallor of
her face is exohangerl for livid white-
ness.. "Whet is it, darling l" cries
Elizabeth, in an accent of terror. "Oh,
Sim, she is going to faint 1" hi ;the agi-
tation
of the Moment sho has uncon-
sciously returned to the familiar ad-
dress which- she used always to deploy
towards hire in their boy -and -girl days.
"Put. ydur arm round her on that side,
£ can hold her tip' on this', Let us gat
her back to the camp -stool." -
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."Novel' -never 1" replies the girl in a
heart -rent voice, raining kisses on her
mother's while face.- "Oh,- darling, dar-
11ng,., what. has ;happened to you ?"
Perhaps it is through the vivifying
rain of those warm kisses, but a little
color' is certainly beginning to steal back
into rho ' elder woman's cheek, and she
draws a long breath,
"Oh, if she could have, a glass of wa-
ter!" -cries Elizabeth, greedily, verifying
these slight signs of returning con-
seiousnoss. 'Vet her a glass of water 1
Oh, please get her a glass of water—
quick ! (Mick 1"
T3urgoyne •tomplies, though it- is not
without h'eluctant misgivings that.. he
draws the ellicacious support of his owr
solid arm, and leaves Elizabeth's poor
little limb to bear the whole weight of
her mother's inert body.
Their ,guide has, as before mentioned,
disappeared; and Jim has not the slight-
est hien :in which direction to seek him.
It is five -good minutes before he dis-
covers him, Standing near the door of
the monastery, in - conversation with a
visitor who. is apparently just in the act
or departure. The stranger is in clerical
dress; and as ho turns to nod farewell
to the monk, Jim. recognizes :fn his fea-
tures those of the Devonshire. clergy-.
Man, whom he had last seen, and so un-
willingly heard, by the well -brim of the
flellosguarda Villa. In a second a, light
has flashed into his mind. Mrs. Lo Mer-
chant, too, has seen that sirapger-has
seen him for the first time for ten years,.
since it is evident that:: the recognition
of mother and daughter in the Via Tor-
nabuoni, to which the Moat's late rec-
tor had referred, could not have been
reciprocal. It is to the fact of her hav-
ing been brought suddenly and unpre-
paredly face to face with that mysterious
past, which seems to be `always block-
ing his own path to her friendship, that
is to be attributed the . poor woman's
collapse.. A rush of .puzzled. compassion
flows 'over • him tis he realizes the fact,
and his one impatient wish is to return
with all speed. he may to the forlorn
couple he has left,- to reassure them as to
the removal(eventhough it may only be
a temporary one) out of their path, of the
object of their unexplained terror. Will
the mother have imparted to lier child
the cause of her fainting, or will she
have tried to keep it froyh her?
The first glimpse he gats, when, hav-
ing at length procured the desired glass
of water, he comes into sight of them,
answers the question for .him. Mrs. Le
Marchant is ,evidently recovered.. She is
silting up, no longer supported by .her
daughter'''s arm, . and that daughter is
-lying •ort her knees, with her head buried
in her mother's lap. As he nears them,
he sees the elder' woman hurriedly
pressing her daughter's arm towetrn her
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of his approach, and Elizabeth obedient-
ly lits her face. But such a face 1 fie
can scareely believe it is the same that
laid itself -hardly less bbooniily lair than
they—against the faint peony buds half
an hour ago; a face out of which the
irinecent glad shining ihas been blown
by some gust of brutal wind -scared,
blanched; miserable. •
"Oh, yos, I am: better, much better—
quite well, in fact," says Mrs. Le Mer-
chant, pushing away the offered glass,
and speaking with a ghastly shadow of
her former -oven cheerfulness. .` 0-ive it
to Elizabeth, she needs it more that's I
dot You see, 1 gave her a terrible
fright 1"
(To be continued); • .
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OLDEST DIAMOND FIELDS.
Kohinoor Probably Caine From 'chem
,About J50 Years Ago.
In a recent .report of the geological
survey' of India .there is an interesting
account of the farina diamond fields of
Central India. Ilistorically this coun-
try is believed to be the original home
et_ the diamond, and from them it is sup-
posed that the famous Kobinoor was
extracted some three and a half centuri-
es ago; the .earliest diamonds. dating
some twenty-five years .previously.
Of late years India has quite retired
from the field es a precious stone pro-
ducer to an extent or value, but from
the account given it should be worth.
the while of a small syndicate to telae
up these diamonds,, says the Pioneer,
and work there systematically, though
it is said that neither in lustre nor price
do the stones found compare wlth the
yield of the South African fields.
, The methods, however, now in vogue
mean merely superficial treatment, fol. -
`lowing the lines which have been in
vogue for centuries, with the probable
result that the strata containing the
most valuable deposits of stones are not
reached. From a geological : point of
view there are said, to be diamond bear-
ing conglomerates over several areas,
which would admit of deep shaft sink
leg, and systematic hnining under com-
petent control being carried on profitab-
ly.
S'roluhis ABOUT WORDS,,
Curious Origin of . Words
Cur s 0 Sl and Phrases
Commonly Used. •
According to. etymology` 'a "retail
grocer" as it used to :be spelt, is really
a trader "in gross'—that is to say, in;
•
large quantities, wholesale. English-
rnen 01 other days spoke of "grossers of
ash" and "grossers Of wine," and en
act of Edward EL, expressly mentions
that '"grossers dealt ill ail, reamler el
goods. In those days "spoer" was the
word for "grocer" in the modern sense.
But; it happened that.tlie Grocers': Com-
pany, founded in the fourteenth cen•
fury; speeialized in spicery, and .90 "gro-
cer" gradually took the place of "spieer."
"Blatherskite is generallyTown:dead
as an American word, but its origin is
Scotch, 'really lha old "bleteerskate,"
Cram "blether," to. talk nonsense > (old
'Norse "bladhe," nonsense) anal "skate,"
a term of opprobrium. In the song,
"Maggie Lauder," written about '1651),
occur ,14he words, "Jag on your gait, ye
1betherskate"; and (this song was a very
popular one in the ?merican camp dea-
th the war of independence. Hence the
vogue of the expressive word„ "in its .
Araericanized for.n. "Bletherumskitc,"
was rho Irish version early in the 'nine-
teenth century.
"Etiquette" is a French word which
origtnaliy meant a label . indicating the
price or quality the English "ticket"—
and in old French ryas usually special-
ized to inchin "a soldier's billet,. • The
phrase"that's the ticket" stows the
change of the present moaning of Man-
ners acoording to code. Burke solemn-
ly
olemnly explained -that "etiquette had its ori-
ginal application to those ceremonies
and formal observances practiced at
courts. The term Caine afterward to
signify certain 'formal methods used ia.
the • transaotions between sovereign
States."
Sergeant-Isfhjor: "Now, Private Smith
you know- very well none but officers
and non-conmlissioned officers are al.
lowed .to walk achoss this grams." .Pri.
vale Smith: "But= Sergeant -Majora 1'v<
'Captain Graham's verbal orders
Sergeant-Major : "None o' that, sir
Show rue the captain's verbal orders i
h0w'n1, t0 nip, sir t''
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