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CHAI'TEIt \.XIII.
"I'oalinutee," said St. Maur, one night
—theIxidian, as usual, camped down in
his master's room—"you must give Mrs,
Errington a letter • for me to -morrow
before dinner -time." r
"The sahib shall be obeyed."
No need to tell the acute Eastern that
the letter must not be seen; the bright
black eyes would have looked mute re -
roach at such au insult. The next day,
In the afternoon, after playing lawn-
teniais; the party, pending the arrival of
the five-o'clock, •were grouped about, sit-
ting, reclining, or sauntering to and.
fro. St. Maur had thrown himself at
Blanche Leroy's feet, his curly head lift-
ed on his hand so that his eyes ,some-
times upraised to Blanche, could easily,
unobserved, follow the graceful figure
of his wife, who was strolling up and
down with Dr. Clifford, a little way off,
his hand linked within her arm as he
talked in subdued tones and with bent
head, and the lover's heart was racked
with jealousy and gnawing pain as he
watched the assured familiarity of mien
and manner which he, her husband her
lover --dared .not assume. What was he
speaking of to so subdue his clear, res-
onant voice? Was he talking of the pro-
bably not distant time when 'his girls
would leave the paternal nest, and hint-
ing that his lonely widowhood might
then be replaced by new sweet ties, des-
pite the disparity of years?
What the doctor was really saying
just then was this:
"You think, then, with me, my dear,
that Northcote is in earnest in his at-
tentions to Mimie?"
"So entirely in earnest, doctor, that
almost every day I have been expecting
to hear that he has asked your con-
sent."
"A.13.! so have I, Mrs. Errington; and
if the child loves him, I see uo objection,
only there must be an alteration on one
or two points."
"Yes?" she queried; but her heart
sunk, for she knew what was coming
next.
"Well, the companions he is most
with and most affects are harum-scarum
fellows, as you know," said the doctor,
in his downright way, "and he has, I
am certain, even from things he —
Archer himself—and others have let fall,
been drawn this season into more turf -
betting and play than I care for un-
checked in the man who is to marry my
daughter. I draw no hard and fast line,
but I do at such clubs as, for instance,
the Fawley, where downright gambling.
• goes. onw
, and :a man. may easily foliate
the lead of others *elm or in the betting
ring, especially the lead of a reckless
fellow like St. Maur, whose great person-
- al attractiveness naturally makes ' his
careless example all the more danger-
ous."
But, doctor, surely you don't think
that St. Maur has deliberately in-
fluenced or led young Northcote into
—shall I' say—gambling?"
"No, no, child; the pian is not capable
of suet wickedness; but he is a good
deal addicted to le jeu himself (that is
plain, I fear), is a high and reckless
player, and thoughtless. I }rave not
changed my opinion of him, but it is
more than tune he pulled up, and sharp
ly, too," added Clifford, a trifle se3erely..
"I wish I could quite make out whether
it is he who flirts with Blanche, or
Blanche who flirts with hint'
"The latter, Doctor Clifford," said Fal-
coner's wife, quietly; "and when the wo-
man so throws the gauntlet, what man
is there who will not take it up and toss
it up in. sport? Left to himself, the poor
fellow does not pay her mere attention
than he does Lacy Channing or Mrs. Ad-
dison' .
"Or yourself," added Cliffosa; "he is
not the man to miss the flour des flews."
"You flattering—oh, doctor! --well,
add that, then, if you like; he is cer-
tainly not in love with her; and if she
fancies she is with hits, it will not be a
bad lesson to her vanity to find that
she has not, and could not, bring hand-
some Fele St. Maur to per Meet."
"Is that his. sobriquet?"
"Yes; so the major says he got nick-
named. Altl there is Snowball coaxing
across the lawn—this way, too—with
eomething white in his hand."
Rahmnee came up saluting, and offer•
ing a fine white cambric handkerchief to
Christine.
"Mem-sahib, just now I find it by
door of the dining -room, and I see 'C.
E.' in corner; the mem==- hhlb must have
dropped it."
"Yes, I did," said Christine, readily, as
she instantly felt that paper was in the
folds of the cambric she took. "riuknk.s,
I.ahntnee; I could not think where I
lied dropped it. •
One swift. covert glance. between the
two, and the Indain salaamed and glid-
ed away; .but his Master had seen him,
and laughed to himself. His order bad
been cleverly and blade ct1t e:l ot',
• Mrs. Errington n:: t1:y pt,t ih r lt.I n,i•
kerC1iof into her packet, and turner;
tack with the doctor .as Helen beckoned
;.hen to tea; but later, when they all
went to • dress for dinner. and She was
alone in her room, she took the fabric
out, and fia.n !t a nate in th Writing
'%he knew so well, and kissed now before
she read it. It was short:
-I must see you to-night—that is, as
soon as the whole house is safely asleep,
At one o'clock., theft; i shall. be in the
little wood near the shooting -range to
meet you. You can easily pass out and
in by the library window, and for me the
stone facing outside my window will
quite serve such a catamount as myself
for a ladder both ways. Give.me-some
sign this evening, in pity, for I must
leave to -morrow" '
She burned the setter carefully; and
when, much Ialer, site was asked to sing.
she asked St. Maur to turn for her, and
in the applause that followed the soxig
she said, under her breath, as lie stooped
to remove the music:
"I will come."
He bowed slightly, and, turning atvay,,
sunk on to a lounge beside Mrs. Addi-
son.
"I am so sorry, Helen; but I fear I
must terminate my pleasant visit to -mor-
row, instead of a week hence."
"Leave us! Nonsense, St. ,Baur!'
exclaimed Helen, in dismay. -What
for? Surely" -she dropped into an
alarmed and indignant whisper—surely
3 ou haven't let that horrid little flirt
entangle you!" `
Falconer rippled into a short laugh,
that relieved her quite as much as his
words:
"My dear Helen, cion't alarm yourself
on that score at all. I'm past .praying
for. It is simply that my l'uele win
wrote to me last evening to ask me to
run over to him, if possiltle, at once for a
week, if you would kindly excuse mc'. It
is something about this strike, and 1
should hardly • like to put him off, you
see."
"N—o; but still it is very vexing,"
concluded Mrs. Addison (nuxeh as (-11aIi-
elo uttered the famous "And vet it
moves!„) "You shall not go, though, till
to -morrow, sir; that's flat!"
"You are.: very kind," he said; and,.
rising, strolled over to another group.
How long that evening seethed to two
1n that room! how all too short to two
others, for whom there was the
"Affluence of love and time."
CHAPTER XXIV.
One o'clock in the morning; but the
cold effulgence of the half moon, now
mounted high in the heavens, only deep-
ened the shadows of the trees under
which that tall figure was pacing to and
fro, with restless impatience in every
movement and in every line of the trou-
bled, pessoinate face.
He knew that, like himself, she must
change her evening attii a fur morning
dress, but that would not take her long;
and the house had been still and the
windows dark when he left it, twenty
minutes ago.
Five minutes past one The breeze
rustled the leaves, and a sleepy twitter
of some birds, disturbed in their nests
above, broke the intense silence around.
But as St. Maur turned again, he saw
the slight, dark -robed form within the
shadow of •the trees, her head bare, a
scarf thrown over her shoulders.
The man sprung; forward.
"My darling! toy darling! mine alone!
Yet every word and look must be guard-
ed. It maddens me beyond endurance
this separation you have decreed! 1
can not, will not bear it! It is breaking
both our hearts and tearing our lives
asunder for indefinite years of misery!
You must come back to me!" he said.
"You shall not leave mel"
"Falconer, you frighten me! Don't
tempt me!"
It was half a cry, half a gasping sob,
smothered in his breast. She was un-
nerved, trembling.
"It is not temptation! You are my
wedded wife, and I want you back! Oh,
Christine, I only fall back—back with-
• out you! It's no use trying alone.. I
told you it would be so. I have gam-
bled as madly as ever many times since
May; and whether I lost or won, it
was all the sante. There was no borne
to come to, only a blank, desolate
room!"
She tried to loosen his hold. He tight-
ened it with that ruthless settling of
the month.
"No, by Heaven! not till you lay your
lips to mine wee tell me you will come
back to Mel" •
She knew he had "fallen back" lone
before to -night, which was but a cul-
mination. 'The better nature she had
roused to strive for his had striven;
failed, and despaired before that first
inevitable fall. The struggling soul was
maddened with its own bitter self-seorn,
self-reproaeh, and remorse, its haughty
pride and hopes wounded to the core.
The whole man— mentally, physically,
morally—was passing through an almost
inevitable stage of such a battle—the
hard depression of despair, the fierce
hardening of hopelcssuess, in which rea-
son, nobler feeling, were in abeyance—
passion, impulse, uppermost. A.11 that
was evil, his wildest, darkest temper,
held sway; and the woman whe loved
hi,m knew, by the very instinct of her
love, that if she yielded now, her power
was gone, and he—lost, She must strike
the exact medium between .too soft a
tenderness and too sterni a severity,
For one. moment she hid her face in
Falconer's bosom, then lifted it. He
bent his, with a flash of triumph, for
the kiss. Testeade a white Band lightly
sumac that haughty, triumphant mouth
—as lightly, phy-,ically, as a child et
Islay; as heavily mcrelly, as a blow
from a rat ntleted bead.
•",,, 1"" cies.. ..1 1..,, 1,. 1n-.cn,,:,, r.' 1, LI
clasp, ea&'nn of her like one stricken.
dumb.
"Sharpe . an you,!" she said, "to use
your man's strength against my weak•
nese, and hold mo by force!" - . a
I ! ,-
LOChristinc
,, ..., tut ! I suede that fatal
uust0lce tl#:n, in 3117 youth and dread
of estranging you. I g;ot you and one
or two of your companions to teach me,
too, the gamut of play, thinking that,
ns you would have it, I could thereby
keep you more at home, by making home
more attrac'tiVe to you and your asso-
ciates, There was my bitter error! I
should have sternly east nut the hideous
rival, instead of bringing it to the very
hearth. I stepped Clown to be in some
measure an attraction to gamblers, hop -
lug to control the deuton (vain hope of
ignorance!) and keep you from the yet
wilder play outside. It was all a miser-
able failure, and one I will never repeat,
for your sake."
He had heard her, "nut standing still,
but walking to and fro before her; but
as she emceed he stopped abruptly and
put his two hands on her shoulders.
"I have deserved every stab you have
given me to -night," he said, hoarsely;
"but-but—but the hound bleeds so
cruelly1 'Must we part like this?"
"Part ?,,
Christine started in a kind of terror
that she had stabbed too deeply, per-
haps, and made him yet more desperate.
"$.y. My uncle has sent for rue about
the strike, and Ieleave to -morrow, From
there I shall go abroad. I had hoped
to take you ---e Ile pawed, the tem-
pest oittiin unabated. the hope not
quite relinquished. "Well, it cannot be,
I suppose—yet. But must we part as
wore than strangers, without one em-
brace, one last kiss, wife?"
She flung her arms about his neck,
clinging almost convulsively as her hus-
band strained her closely to his heart,
long and silently, before he released her
with one more lingering kiss.
"My darling one, I will try still; but,
oh, it is so hard ---without you! and
there seems no end to the darkness!"
"But the darkest hour is the hour
before day," the wife said, smiling up,
as together they moved. onward toward
the gardens, which they reached by the
thicket of trees at thr+ bottom of the
lawn.
St. Maur was passing out of the sha-
dow into the moonlight, when Christine
stopped him.
"No further, dearest, lest by chance
some one might be at a front window.
You can skirt round by the shrubbery
to your window, but 1 must cross some
'open, moonlit space to epin:11 the library.
Let me go."
He had her ha ,Ar as they stood
for that minutemai—fetal minute—
in the moonlight;lie drew her back
under the trees to io1d�,1er once more in
his arms before he let ;her leave hint,
Then he stood and hatched the light
figure flitting away swiftly till it dis-
appeared through the library window.
.Isis darling was safe then, and Fal-
coner made ' his own way back into his
apartment.
CITAP'TE:lt Ll t~.
Was beautiful L•hristine St. Maur safe,
or did a woman's mean jealousy hold the
match ready to spring a mine under her
feet?
blanche Leroy had as usual fallen
asleep, and into dreams that were a
good deal but the continuation of her
silty waking visions. She was a bride,
and handsome St. Maur, of course, the
bridegroom, whispering his adoration in
her ears. Then it grew •confused, and
darkened into a kind of nightmare, in
.which St. Maur had turned into dissi-
pated Captain Darnley, end Mrs. Erring-
ton,
ton, with a hideous -ku11 in her hand,
was dragging a ring off Blanche's finger
—one she always wore, that had been
her mother's keeper. In her horror and
rage the dreamer wrenched herself away,
half waking herself, and, startiatg up,
fiat for the ring.
It was not on her finger, and now
thoroughly awakened and alarmed by
its loss, the girl jumped up, lighted the
lamp, asci went to the toilet table to
look for it there in vain. She searched
about the floor with like result, and
stood thinking.
"Where can I have dropped it?" she
said, in distress. "I wouldn't lost it for
any money. Oh, dear! oh, dear! I must
have dropped it in the drawing -room. 1
must try to find it before any servants
go into the room; but it's near one,"
glancing at her watch, "and I'm afraid
to go down alone."
She meditated in dismay; then throw-
ing on her dressing gown.
"That's it—Mimie is sure• to be fast
as a top; but Mrs. Errington is as like-
ly as not to be up still -- certainly
awake; anyway, she sleeps like acat,
and will, come with nae, I know, and not
laugh at me, VII go,"
Blanche, you see, eould make use of
the woman she hated ---horrid thingl—
and she stole'noiselesly out into the cor-
ridor.
It evas a long one. Mist Leroy's own
room faced east, terminating the gallery
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end by the staircase, and was almost
above the library, the windows, there-
fore, like those below, having a south-
ern aspect, and overlooking the lawn
likewise.
Blanche gently tapped at the door.
No answer; she tapped again as loud. as
she dared, and listened for the soft
"Come in." It did not come, and Blanche
just opened the door and peeped. in.
"Mrs. Errington," she whispered, "are
you—"
Then she saw that the bed was empty
—had never been disturbed, that Chris-
tine was not in the spacious room at all.
"I'll wait for her," muttered Blanche.
"How vexing! 1 dare say she
is till in
when
the library; site often goes
we leave the salon, to read or write un-
cle's letters, I know. She won't be long,
though, I hope. 'What a lovely night!
I'll sit by the open window and put out
my lamp. What fun to startle meditate
When she comes in and sees me like a
ghost in the moonlight."
She had closed the door, and now, put-
ting out the light, walked to tite win-
dow and sat down behind tite lace cur-
tain to wait.
As she did so and looked out, she
caught full eight of a woman's figure
crossing the lawn, diegonaily, swiftly.
"Oh, ha -o!" went Miss Leroy, in a
long breath of utter surprise, triumph,
spiteful joy; "what duet that mean, 1
wonder, most imtmteulate ea -steward-
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There was no mistaking the tall, slen-
der figure, with iia singularly graceful,
easy undulation of movement. 11 was
Mrs. Errington.
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"I always thought," muttered Blanche,
viciously, "that there was something
ugly about that woman. She must have
gone out of the library window, and
must return by it. 1'11 watch for you,
Madame Chaperon, and slip off before
yell can catelt me here, Uncle Rolo shall
know, and if I don't, get rid of you, my
name isn't Blanche Leroy. An assigna-
tion, of course- -but with whom?" She
clenched iter hand in a fury of jealousy.
"If it is—hint, or any fellow in this
house, he must come in this way, too,
and I shalt know; he is wild and
daring enough for anything, and if she
snakes him flirt and meet her, no man
la too good to hang fire. Oh, it can't be
him; 1 won't think it, 1 can't bear the
thought; I'm sure he cares for tee, as I
--as 1 do for him. She is a wicked wretch
of an adventuress, svhose past won't
bear light. Married at sixteen, indeed;
riot she, or why.didn't she show her ear.
tifieete?
r-
tifieete? She just went off with some
scamp of an artist, if the truth were
known. How can the men call her
handsome? i"rh; but Uncle Roland
shall hear of this pretty game, my
lady."
young Christine! a gambler's
wife; had site not bitter trouble enough
to bear without the loss of her fair
name?
Blanche had long to wait; and, truth
to say, nodded a good many times; but
at last her evil, jealous vigilance was
partially rewarded, for she saw their
two figures come out from under the
belt of trees a step or two into the
moonlight—a woman and a .man. At
that distance she could make out noth-
ing more than those,two facts—and that
the man held 11Irae l;rrington's hand—
for, of course, she was the woman, then
in a moment he drew, her back under
the trees, and Blanche's straining gaze
fancied—it might be only fancy, so
shadowy were the forms—that the man.
stooped and put his arms round his com-
panion,
The next mimtte the woman alone grinding feed, cutting fodder, turning,
came out, and skirting the lawn, carne the ,atsindstone, saws, drills, etc.
swiftly toward the library window be-
low.
The' unseen spy only remained to
make ocular certainty that the noctur-
nal tourist was indeed Christine, and
then stole back to her own room and .
bed, flushed, triumphant, but half fright-
ened, too, at her discovery.
"I'll tell uncle," she thought, panting
as she lay; "but the man went the other
way, I am sure; so it can't bo St. Maur
or Fitzroy, or any of the men hors.
Anyhow, I won't hint such a. possibility
to Uncle Rolo; he's so awfully blunt,
he would go as straight to that dear,
handsome Falconer as he will to Mrs.
Errington, who'll deny it all, I dare say;
and anyhow, if he even suspected. St.
Maur of such. a game of flirtation, he
would cut him, I'm sure. That wouldn't
do at all."
And having settled thus her plan of
attack, Miss Leroy soon slept, admitting
to herself that she much dreaded tolling
her uncle, but should certainly not do
so at all till Falconer St. Maur had
lift.
And the ring she found herself, after
all, in her acid, having probably in her
dream pulled it off.
In the afternoon St. Maur took his
leave: but he had no chance to see his
wife alone again, even for a moment;
perhaps she, too, partly avoided such a
chance, afraid of his recklessness.
He was terribly missed out of the cir-
cle, for he left a gap no one else could
fill.
fTo be continued.)
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