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ALINE RODNEY'S SECRET.
Dy RRCs. ALEX. 111c1d;1Gd111d1f1,1L ^UA,
Avgehou or
Laurel B'ano,, "Ludy Gay's Pride,"
eta., oto,
he 'oh iingod file eubjooti of bile e-ci ersa-
tion,
"Have you forgiven rno for my rude-
ness of last night?" ho inquird d, with
a'touch of goutlenoss in his voice.
"No," Aline answered, tartly,
"I have brought you these beautiful
flowers as a peace -offering," he con-
tinued, unruffled by her ohildish'resent.
ment. "You cannot refuse them, for I
know that you love flowers voly dearly."
"I shall never love them again," sho
replied, obstinately. "I shall always
remember that my foulness fur flowers
brought down all this trouble upon my
head."
"I beg your ppardon; it wasyour fond-
Bess for peaches," he retorted, with a
slight gleam of mirth. "If you had not
come into my house to take luncheon
with me, nothing would have hap-
pened."
"I should never have come into your
garden even but for the flowers," she
replied, offended that he should remind
her of her appetite for poaches.
He smiled, and then a subtle sigh
drove the evanescent gleam away.
"Well, wo will not quarrel over the
cause," he said. "The result is the
same. I am sorry you will not have
my poor flowers. I hoped they would
beguile some of the tedium of your
Mimes.
He put the basket upon a stand near
her and sat down.
"Mrs. Orden has sent me to take
care of yon during her absence," he
said. "But if my presence is disagree-
able, Miss Rodney, you can send me
away at any moment."
Aline inwardly wished that she was
brave enough to do so, but she was too
nervous and frightened to take him at
his word. There was a sense of pro-
tection in his presence that she could
not forego even to gratify her spite at
him.
So she lay silently gazing at his dark,
stern profile under her long lashes until
ho turned suddenly and caught the
curious gaze of the large, liquid blue
eyes. He smiled slightly as they fell
before his.
"You have not said whether I am to
stay or go," he said.
Aline hesitated a moment, then
answered in a low, half -angry voice:
"Stay."
"Thanks. I was afraid you would
send mo away," he said.
"I would, but—but I am afraid to
stay here alone," sho replied with spirit..
Something like anger flashed into his
dark face a moment, but was quickly
dispelled by the thought, "Why bo
angry with a wilful child whom I -have
unavoidably offended ?"
"You are very frank. I quite under-
stand that I am retained in your pre-
sence merely in the character of a
watch -dog," ho ropliod, with gomo
hauteur. But while I am here, pray
make me of service if possible. Can I
do anything for you—talk to yen—read
to you?"
She eagerly caught et the last sug-
gestion.
"Yes, you may read to me. I do not
like to talk to you. You make me
angry when I talk to you," sho said.
"You are very flattering, Miss Rod-
ney. However, I do not forget that
you are sick. We pardon the dis-
courtesies of invalids," he said, calmly,
going over to a little stand Iittered with
volumes bound prettily in blue and gold.
"What is your preference—prose or
poetry ?" he inquired, carelessly turning
them over.
Poetry," she replied.
"Naturally—being young," he mutter-
ed, half' to himself.
"Do you moan to say that I shall not
love poety when I grow old—like you 2"
she asked, purposely adding the sting of
the last words.
But he faced around toward her with
an expression of the most palpable
amusement.
"Do I appear very old in your eyes,
Miss Rodney ?" he ingned.
"'As old as the hills'—yon are,
aren't you, sir ?" she replied,with
malice prepense.
"I was thremend•thirty yesterday,
my frank lady," be answered, coolly.
"As for you, judging from your words
and manner, I should guess that yon
are about ten years old."
The delicate shaft of &aroagm wont
home, Aline know that she deserved
it, and that she had been behaving
rudely to the courteous gentleman
under whose roof she was. But she
Was by no means prepared to acknow-
ledge her fault. She was bitterly angry
with him, because he had refused to
cominunicato with her friends.
"Please go on with the poetry," she
said, assuming an air of dignity, and
taking no notice of his last words,
Ho opened the book he was holding,
and commenced to read a poem quite at
madam:
"How many years will it bo, 1 wonder,
And how will their slow length pees,
T1111 shall find ree6 in etlonoe, under
The trees and the waving grass 1'
"Many there be in the world who love it,
Who offing to its trifles and Wye;
But I could never and aught to covet
Among its vanishing loye,
"But ones, indeed, was my heart elated,
And pleased with a dream of its own..
A beautiful dream terms, but fated
Soon to be overthrown.
"Beath like a shadow tell and darkened
mo light that had eiioue to clelt�'-
Thmeft since then havo,I tat1ilyheorkenedt,
Ho paused, and Aline, impressed
agaiust her will, but determined not to
show it, =led out, almost peevishly : .
"Why do you read such h dolefal
thing? I do not like sadoetry."
"That is the fault of p your youth
again," ho quietly auswered. "Now 1,
on the contrary, rather admire the
pathetic style. The time may come,
perhaps, when you may have that very
fancy, Nay, you may even subscribe to
the sacl sentiment it embodies."
"I should never do that if I lived. to
bo as old as Methuselah 1" cried Aline,
with the rash confidence of youth, and
Oran Delaney smiled—that slow, pen.
sive smile whose latent sarcasm she
already began to understand with the
swift intuition of woman.
"Why do you despise youth, Mr,
Delaney?" she cried out, hotly.
"I do not despise it, I only pity ib,"
lie answered.
' 1 can fancy age deserving pity, but
vet youth," sho answered, resentfully.
••1"; by Flo you pity it 9"
"! ur its illusions," ho answered, and
this time the sarcasm had faded from
his voice and face. Both were genuinely
sad.
"Its illusions — what are they 2"
queried the girl, and again he smiled,
sadly.
"Do not ask mo. They will Dome
home to you soon enough, as they have
done to me. Youth is the heppiesb
period of life. I pity it because it opines
to an end. I do not despise it, ttnd'I
felly subscribe to the poet's plains:
g1, ." The loss of youth is sadness
To all who think or 0001N -
A. wound ho after.gladness
can ever wholly heal.", ..0
Aline lay very still for a mernent,
gazing sileubly at him with a feeling of
venation that she had permitted herself
to listen to him with interest and oven
with an unconscious sympathy. She
was about to make some careless
answer to show her utter indifference,
and to provoke him again, when she
suddenly observed that he had turned
deathly pale, and that a stream of blood
was pouring from inside his coat sleeve
deem upon his hand.
"You aro wounded, too I" she cried
out in (balmy, and feeling a deathly
faintness stealing over her at eight of
the trickling blood. •
"It is nothing—a mere flesh wound—
a scratch," be muttered, tearing off, his
coat, hastily, and then Aline saw that
his shirt -sleeve had been torn.open and
his arm bandaged above the elbow, but
the linen had become loosened in some
way, and the gaping wound was bleed.
Mg profusely.
�He tried clumsily to draw the crimson
bandage tighter about the wound, but
ho was very awkward with his left
hand, and he did not succeed. Aline
could not help being sorry -foe him. ,,,,.,,
CHAPTER IX.
She had a very tender heart, this
little wilful heroine of ours, and
although she thought she hated Oran
Delaney she would not willingly have
seen him suffer. She eaw that he was
growing pale and faint from loss of
blood, and she could not keep frompity-
ing him.
She cried out, hastily:
"Come here, Mr. Delaney. I will
fasten the bandage toy en °
Ho looked surprised, but he. came to
the bed and held down hie arm within
reach of her little white heeds. She
drew the band tighter and, 'behind her
haudkerohief tightly around it. The
blood ceased to flow, but her own hands
were stained with blood when she had
finished.
Does it frighten you much?" he
asked. "You look very pale."
"No, I am npt frightened," bravely.
"Tell me—how did you come by your
wounds 2"
In much the minx. manner as you
came by yours," he Milled, reservedly.
"Through that horrible—sometliirml"
she inquired, with a.shuddet.
"Yes."
A gleam of intelligence flashed from
Aline,'s eyes. .
Ah, now I begin to understand," she
said. "You met it first. It was your
blood I saw upon the knife and the hands
and the dress 2"
"lest..,,
"And you did not ran away from me
to—to save yourself? I thought—
thought—" She paused and looked
at him, half inquiringly.'
"Well, what was ib'you thought 2" he
inquired.
"When yon left me in the hall, you
know," she said, with some embarras.
trent, "I believed that yon had deserted
me and fled like a meninx') leaving me
to the mercies of that terrible creature.
I was mistaken, perhaps."
He looked of her with a slow flush
rising through the pallor of his face.
"Every moment I am with you, Miss
Rodney, I lear,ri mono and more how
contemptible I am in your eyes," ho
said, with irrepressible ensu rin.
"But I told yon I was mrbtaken," said
the girl, with unconscious repentance in
her voice. "Was I right ?r'
"1 met the danger first," he answered,
simply.
"Yeas, I understand, and I am sorry I
thought you a coward. I beg your pea -
dos," she said, gently.
"Ybu aro freely forgiven," Mr. Dela-
ne replied, quietly, eg ho brongbt a
d tfsp bongo acid caret -Ely removed the
b ` ed -stains. from her delicate, dimpled
'bite hands,
She submitted quietly to . the opera-
tion, thodgli"he had half expected that
slip would snatch her hands away In
pptitlant anger.
1'I am agroat deal better today, am I
not, Mr, Delanoy 2" dui inquired as ho
mermaid his seat.
blink so,"'hereplied. "Your wound
was not serious. It wee struck too
hastily. I hope you will soon recover
POW. You are bearing it very bravely."
"Thank you! And when aro yon
going to lot mo go home?"
The wistful tone of the young girl
struck him like a reproach, He burned
away his heart as he answered :
"As soon as your wound is healed.
That will be in a few weeks, I hgpo."
"Can I say or do nothing that will in-
duce you to let me go now ?" she en-
treated.
"That would be impossible. You are
not able to be moved yet, Tho result
of such an imprudence might bo most
serious."
"And you will not communicate with
my friends 2" she went on,
"I am sorry to be compelled to dont'
you that gratification," ho replied, with
decision.
"And in the meantime they must
suffer all the pangs of doubt and sus-
pense. Oh, Mr. Delaney, is that right,
is it just?" cried the wounded captive.
"There aro many things in thisworld,
Miss Rodney, that are neither right nor
just," he replied. "This may bo one of
them; but circumstances will not ad-
mit of my acing otherwise. I am com-
pelled tokeep you hidden here, unknown
to any one, until you are well enough to
be returned to your home."
"You have no pity for them nor for
me I" she cried, almost wildly.
"I cannot follow the bent of my fool.
ings. I am compelled to pursue this
course," replied the the mysterious ra-
dium.
you know," she said, "that my
friends will be very angry with you for
keepingme hidden away from them ?
Wham iI should die here in this dread-
ful house 2"
"They would never know what fate
had overtaken their darling,' ho an.
swered, gloomily.
Aline stared at him with wide, torri.
flied blue eyes. Indignation was rising
within her again—indignation added to
somethinggike fear.
CHAPTER X.
"Mr. Delaney, I cannot understand
you," she said. "You talk strangely. I
am tempted to believe that you cannot
be sane, that you are not in your right
mind."
He looked at her steadily with his
grave, dark eyes.
"Do I look like a lunatic, Miss Rod-
ney?" he inquired.
"No, but you talk like one," she cried
out petulantly. "Do you really imagine
that you can keep my presence Here
a secret from my own people? Do.you
not know that they will search for ane
until they lied mo ?"
"They aro already soarehing;for you,
but I am quite certain they will never
find yqu," he replied. "The last place
where ldr. Rodney would thiuk of look-
ing would be in hislieighbor's house."
Sheknew that it was true. Her heart
sunk heavily, but she cried out, spirit-
edly
pirit-
e "But when I go home and tell him—
what then ? Are you not afraid of his
angor when he knows the truth 2"
"Ile will never know," Oran Delaney
relied, strangely.
Tho pale face on the snowy, lase -
fringed pillow grew paler still, the blue
eyes darkened with agitation.
"Not know ?" she meed out passionate-
ly. "Why, what con you mean ?"
"you will not tell him," he replied.
"Now I am quite surd thea you are
mad," said Aline. "Do you thiuk I shall
not tell Siem when I go home 2"
"I am quite sure you,viii not'."
Aline could not speak for a moment.
She was mystified by Mr; Delaney's
words and manner. She almost began
to believe him mad indeed. To what
did this strange talk tend ?
While she puzzled within herself he
drew his chair nearer to the ledside—
near enough indeed to touoh her pulse
with his cool fingers.
"Pray do not excite yourself unduly "
'he said. "There is really no noes ty
for it. Oaunot wo discuss this ma
coolly and dispassionately, and comb to
an understandingg?"
Sho drew her hand away with a heavy
sigh.
"I do not believe I can discuss it
coolly," she amid. "I am frightened at
the mysteries of this 'house, and the
mysteries with which you choose to sur-
round me. I am hero within a stond's
throw of reylown iiomo, wounded,' help.
less, a prey to grief and every auif"rgty,
while my friends are seeking for mo
everywhere in sorrow and c#istross. I
cannot be calm and cool. I am period -1y
wretched. .tow oan you explain away
these things'?"
"Will you listen to me while I try to
do so ?" asked Oran Delaney.
"Yes," aloe answered, impatiently.
"I will not take long," he said. "In
the drat place, Miss Rodney, I tape
gomo blame upon myself for this. I
should not have brought you into my
houee—I sbouldnot even have admitted
you into my garden. But I thought you
ar
a lonely child, d was carelessly Will-
ing to gratify your penchant for my
beautiful flowers.'"
"Those dearly bought flowers," sighed
Aline.
Through your own thoughtlessnees
and mine," ho continued, you have
stumbled upon the mystery of Delaney
House—a mystery too terrible to be
given to, the world—a secret I will
guerd with my very life, if need be.
Therefore-----" He palmed, after his
odd fashion, and gazed gravely into her
face.
"Therefore," sho repeated, wonder-
Ing.yy.
""Thp Deieneys havo been a proud
race from the beginning -4 am the
proudest ono yet," he Said. "That which
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