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The Herald, 1908-09-11, Page 3"It—is---Sack!" ehe breathed, "Yale —you have heard that—that he is not dead—not dead. Oh, God, don't keep ire in suspense!" she pleaded. And she wrung her hands and looked from one to the other with an expression in her eyes that made Lorrimore turn his head away. "Don't keep me—not a moment—I can bear it! I dreamed that he was alive -- ,ask Mercy—she will tell you that 2 did. 'Oh, Jack! Jack!" "My dear," blurted out Corrin oree "that—that jacket we brought you was his, right enough, but another man wore it, and—and you sec—" "Jack!" breaehed from her panted lips, "Call him," whispered Audrey, down whose cheeks the tears were running. Lorrimore sprang to the steps and shouted, "Neville!" A stalwart figure came running across the lawn, and in another moment Syl- via was lying in his arms, weeping, laughing, murmuring his name broken- ly, her small, trembling hands patting his broad shoulders tbat sbe might con- vince herself that he was flesh and blood, her Jack and not a ghost. Lorrimore led Audrey away. "1 wish to Heaven I were half as happy as those two!" he murmured. CHAPTER XXXI. At last Sylvia drew herself out of Ne- ville's arms and the two stood and gaz- ed at each other. Then Neville started and crimsoned: He had not actually seen her yet; in that first rush they had scarcely looked at each other. And now— well, he had been picturing to himself the Sylvia, he remembered, the slim girl with girlish form and face and ways and tricks of speech. That was the Sylvia he had left and he had expected to see. And, instead, here before him was a lovely, an exquisitely lovely woman, superbly dressed, her shoulders and arms gleaming like marble. Could this prin- cess be bis wild. lass o' the woods, his little Syl? Her 'beauty, grace and air of elktine- tien awed him into amazed silence; man- like, he felt shy, frightened of her, even while he tingled and glowed with pas- sionate love. She did not notice the sudden change in his manner, and she drew him by both his hands, which she held in her warm, soft grasp, into the room. 'Come to the light and let me see you, Jack!" she said, and her voice startled him almost as much as her altered ap- pearance had done. It was fuller, soft- er, and yet, ah, as sweet as of oldl "Colne to the light and let me see you plainly, Jack. Let me see if I had for- gotten what you were like! Oh, oh!" And she began tolaugh and cry, that strange commingling by which a woman relieves a heart overful of joy. "How could you be so cruel? No, no! Not a word of reproach, Jack! Not now nor ever! But if you could know what I suffered 1" And she shuddered. "I did it all for the best," he faltered. "Yes, yes. You thought that I was in better hands? See how I read your thoughts, Jack! But how could I have been better cared for than you eared for me? Oh, how happy we were 1 Have you forgotten it? No, ah, no, you haven't! I remember everything—everything, Jack! The slightest, weeniest talk we ever had out in that wild, silent place. L+t me look at you! How brown you are, and—yes—I think you are bigger, or i:► it because the men here are small- er? Oh, Jack, to have you with me once more—once morel" .And she cov- ered her face with her hands. "Now tell me everything that has happened. Did you stay long at the camp, and"— she laughed—"did you find a lot of gold, Jack?" He shook his head and smiled. "No, my luck left me with you, Syl," he said. "Syl!" she murmured. "No one has called me that but you, Jack! My dear, dear brother!" Neville's face flushed; the title jarred upon him; he forgot that it was he who first invented it. "My luck left me, Syl," he said, "and I left. Lorn Hope as poor as I entered it." "Oh!" she said, with sweetest, most loving sympathy. "Tell me—go on, jack!" And she drew him on to a sofa beside her. He gave an account of his adventures since their parting, excepting those con- nected with the finding of the will, and Sylvia listened with eager intentness. "Poor Jack!" she murmured, smooth- ing his hand; "But who cares? You are here—here, actually sitting beside me. Oh, do you think I shall wake up "Yes, yards! And not know itl" presently and find it all a dream?" And she looked up at him piteously. "I was just asking myself the same question!' responded Neville. "It's— it's difficult enough to believe that this gorgeous and queenly lady is—is Syl!" She got up and dropped him a curt tesy. "Wasn't I a—a wild cat, a tomboy, Jack?" and she laughed. "You were the dearest—" He stop- ped. "But is it true that you arc "The famous Signorina Stella, sir!" she said, laughing. "Do you remember how I used to sing to you sitting by the claim, Jack, and how you used to praise my voice? I've made some use of it since. You will hear hoe sing -some day, if you are very good, sir, and pro- mise never, never to leave me, but al- ways to be a stay-at-home brother.' Again Neville's face fell. "I'd promise anything to -night," he said "But how did you happen to coma down here?" she asked after a moment. "Did you hear I was here? How did you discover nee?" As she asked the question the door', opened, and the viscount came in, fol- lowed by a footman with some wine. "Here you are, Lorri— Hullo! What! What the deuce! Why no! Yes! It is Neville Lynne!" he broke off and ex- claimed. Neville rose. Sylvia looked round. She could only see Jack—Jack, the young un! "Why, my dear boy!" ejaculated the vi, count. "This is a surprise. Where on earth did you spring from? By Jove, you've changed! I shouldn't have known you but for your eyes! Tut, tut! . Where's Audrey? She'll be glad enough to 'see you, I'll war- rant! Well, I never! . My dear fellow, we all thought you were—ahem—dead! Neville Lynne back!" And he kept clap- ping Neville's broad back and laughing. "Gad, I wish her ladyship were here! You were a favorite of hers, boy. Boy? Why, you have grown into a giant, and —hullo!" he broke off, suddenly, remem- bering that he had come upon the two sitting close together on the sofa. "Do you know the Signorina Stella, Neville? Do you know him, signorina? I suppose you do, though." And he looked from one to the other, perplexed and bewildered. Sylvia rose. She was pale now very pale. "I—I thought I did—yes," she said, in a low voice . "But—but you called him —what was it you called him? Neville Lynne?" "I did. It's his name, my dear," said the viscount, staring. "What else should 2 call him?" Sylvia looked from one to the other, her breath coming quickly. "Jack, her Jack, Neville Lynne? How could it be?" Lorrimore and Audrey entering the room, found them thus, and Audrey went up quickly to the viscount, and put her arm round his shoulders. "Neville is a.n old friend of Sylvia's, dear," ahe said, giving him a little hug. "Don't you see?" "No, hang me if I do!" he bluntly re- torted. "She doesn't know his name "I'11 ,wire to het' i.adyehip," said the vi ecnurb. "I won't tell her that you have come back; well (surprise her, eh? And, ah, by Jove! I ward forgetting someone else! Jordan! Have you seen him yet?" Neville's face clouded. Lorrimore's darkened. "No," said Neville, quietly, "Not yet." "Not yet! By gad, he'll be surprised! Re's been advertising, `looking for you everywhere;-••—" A footman opened the door, "Sir Jordan Lynne!"he armoluneed. CHAPTER XXXII. "Sir Jordan Lynne!";, The announce- ment and the entrance of that estimable gentleman were like the explosion of a bombshell to at least three out of four of the party. Audrey started and turn- ed pale; Lorrimore frowned darkly, and Neville sprang to his feet. Jordan's presence was owing to one of those chances which makeor mar men's fortunes: He had started that morning for London, resolved ippon persuading, forcing, Audrey to marry him at once. He was thinking of her intently as he gazed vacantly out of the earriage win- dow, and, lo and behold! as his train pulled up at Sudbury Junction, half way to town, he saw her face at the carriage window of a train standing at the down platform. At first he thought that it was an optical delusion, then he caught sight of Lord. Marlow, and in- stantly jumped at the, right conclusion. Audrey was going to the Grange to avoid him! He sprang out of the train and yelled for a porter, but as be did so his own and the other train started, and he was left standing upon the platform while Audrey was parried, away from him.. To the amazement of the officials, who, of course, knew the right honorable gentleman, Sir Jordan swore and stamp- ed his feet. When was the next train back to Lynne? There was no other until the usual afternoen one, he was informed. He spent four of the longest hours of his life at the station, and then flung himself into the down train, and was carried to Lynne. He only waited at the Court long enough to ascertain that Miss Hope and her party had indeed arrived at the Grange; then he had himself driven there, employing himself on the way in smoothing his face into some- thing like its usual amiable serenity. For a moment, as the footman opened the drawing -room door and announced him, and he saw Neville and Lord Lor- rimore, he stopped short, and the color left his face—his lips. IIe had expected to see only Audrey and the signorina. Then with a tremendous effort he pulled himself together and came forward with a sweet smile of surprise and joy. "Is it possible? Neville! My—my dear Neville!" he murmured, holding out his hand. "This is indeed it surprise! When did you return? To find you here, too!" Neville stood stalwart and grim, and allowed his brother to get hold of his hand; but drew it away tamest instantly. "How do you do, Lt rd Lorrimore?" Lorrimore nodded, and amain din vent on, taking Audrey's head. 1 heel no idea, not the least, that this oyful surprise. awaited me! How well he is looking, isn't he i" And he gazed over his shoulder at Neville's stern face with fraternal affec- tion. The viscount found his voice at last; none of the others had opened their lips. "How how did you come here, Jor- dan?" he asked, blankly. "We and you had gone to London." "So I had," said Jordan, blandly, and, Iooking round with a smile as if he were sure that they must all be delighted to see him. "I started this morning, but at Sudbury I remembered suddenly that I had forgotten an important document, without which my presence in London was, so to speak, useless. I left it in my despatch box, the key of which I had in my pocket. I assure you that I was terribly annoyed • at having to turn back—" his voice dropped, and he bent over Audrey, "for I had looked for- ward to seeing you in London, dearest. But"— to the rest—"how wonderful these accidents turn out! If I had not forgotten that paper I should have been in London and missed seeing you all to- night, my dear Neville especially!" "My dear Neville" had sunk into his chair again, and was gazing grimly at the carpet. Ile was tormented by the desire to exclaim, "Audrey, don't let that man touch your hand—don't let him come near you—he's a scoundrel!" But he restrcined himself. As a matter of fact, at such moments it is your honest man who is confused, not the smooth and plausible villain; lie is mas- ter of the situation. "And so you have come back, Neville!" said Jordan, taking a seat next him, and little guessing that Neville had hard work to keep his hands off him. "What a time you have been away! And where have you been? 1 suppose you have been telling our dear friends the story of your adventures! 1 long to hear it. Signorina"—and he bowed to Sylvia, who stood just behind Neville with downcast face, for her eyes, quick- ened by love, saw that Neville was :fighting hard to suppress his indigna- tion about something or other, and knew that he was not at all glad to see this bland and courteous brother of his— "Signorina my brother and I have been parted for years, I am afraid to say how many! But to me it has seemed a life- time. And I hope to you, too, Neville! Dear me, how glad everybody will bel Vire—we must have a fete to welcome the wanderer home. Will ,you help me kill the fatten calf. Audrey?" Audrey murmured something inaudibly and Lord Marlow cut in again. "You'd better get rid of that ulster, Jordan, and—and have something to eat." "Thank you, Marlow," responded Jar - data "but. I must not stay. 1 have work to do; and I reined very comfortably at Sudbury." • Neville rose; he could endure it no lonexer. "A fellow doesn't always .call himself by the right name out in the gold fields," said Neville. "Eh? And you met there? Well, bless my soul! You must tell us all about it, Neville. But the first thing to do is to drink your health, eh? Where's the wine? Audrey, my dear!" He looked from face to face. "There's more in this than 1 can fathem!" he grunted. Audrey laughed. "We'll explain it all directly, dear," she said. "At present we are all too happy in Sylvia's happiness to be able to say anything connectedly." She went to Sylvia and kissed her. "Yes, dear," she murmured, "I am happy in your happiness. I think I know how you feel. To have lost him—to think him dead— and to have him come back to you. Ah!" And she drew a long breath. Sylvia allowed herself to be kissed, but seemed dazed, and gazed at Neville, who, though he was talking to the vis- count and Lord Lorrimore, kept glancing at her as if he could not keep his eyes from her face. "It's the strangest story," he said. "And I don't quite know whether I am awake or asleep and dreaming. To think that Lord Lorrimore, here, should have been hunting for me ali these years, and that he should once have been with. in a few miles—" "A few yards!" . ' HDDi{.V45i I f7J%q,�}„�.}:14 Stamt the Davy light by Feting SHRED E. T Y` sk',tl.. 51 for breakfast with milk or creana and a little fruit. It is a muscle -building food, easily di- gested by the most delicate stomach. Puts Vim and Vi¢or Into Tired Nerves and Weary Brains a ®1.D 11T .ALL anOCIi1V3 109A '? wf dti3O :,pA,; 1d. i .. ,i•"i�.ui�,;r rde`°i1.Utk,.,i±.:.::,'+,.:•tuft r. ',r.5i "I'm —going," he said, grimly, and as if he had some impediment in his throat. "We will go together," said Jordan. "You must come to the court, of course, Neville. I must not lose sight of my long -lost brother now that he has turned up again." And he smiled round sweetly. s "No," said Neville. "I am staying ' "Here," put in the viscount (adding in a whisper to Lorrimore, "Those two will fight like cake once they get out- side! I can see mischief in Neville's eye!) You stop with us, of course, Neville." Sylvia put out her hand and towelled him imploringly with the tips of her fingers. Neville seemed to have almost forgot- ten her, but he turned with a smile, like a flash of sunshine, creeping through the darkness of his face. "No, thanks," he said. "I have rooms at the cottage. But I'll walk as far as the court with—with Jordan." "And father! Nonsense, my dear Ne- ville. Why of course the court is your home!" exclaimed Jordan, affeetionate- ly, "Leeee him to me," and he nodded and smiled. Then be crossed over to where Audrey stood, apart from the rest, nervously turning over the leaves of a book. "How could you leave Lon- don without writing to me, dearest?" he murmured. "You got my letter.' "Yes, Audrey said, without looking up. "And—and you will not refuse my re- quest, Audrey? Indeed, indeed, I cannot be happy until you are mine—mine, ir- revocably." She managed to repress the shudder that ran through her. "And now, 'Neville, dear old Neville, your old friend, has come to us— that is another reason why we should not wait! He sball be my best man, Audrey She raised her head and looked at him eagerly. "You—you will do what you said?" she murmured, hurriedly. "He has come back poor and--" "Rest assured that I will treat him as one brother should treat another!" he replied in a low voice, and taking 1;er hand and pressing it. "Neville is proud, as you see, but I shall overcome that by my affection. What. Do you think I would allow him to want for money while I have a penny to share with him." Audrey's eyes filled with tears. "ywill do --" BeIf seizedou upon thethat consent to their speedy marriage her faltering words im- plied and raised her hand to his lips. "Dearest!" he murmured. Lord Lorrimore had been watching them under his dark brows, and, as Jor- dan kissed her hand, he stalked forward to the viscount. "I will say good -by, Marlow," he said huskily. "I am off to -morrow—" "No1" whispered Neville, agitatedly, in his ear. "Not yet! Wait!" The poor viscount was getting bewild- ered. "Look ewild-er"Look here," be said. "You'd all bet- ter come to lunch to -morrow; by that time we shall have got over the surprise of Neville's return, and be able to real- ize it. As it is, to -night 1 feel as if I were standing on my had." Lorrimore, without declining or accept- ing, glanced at Audrey, and walked out. "You 'tv911 go?" murmured Sylvia to Neville, who stood. looking at Jordan. He turned and took her hand. "Yes, I must " he said, "I must talk to my—my brogo,ther; but I will come to -morrow." He looked hard at her, as if he should like to—well, to kiss her hand as Jor- dan had kissed Audrey's, but he let it drop without doing sv, and walked to the door. "Neville's going." suit! Jordan, pleas- antly, his face flushed with triumph. "Till to -morrow, dearest!" he whispered,. and followed Neville out on to the ter- race. The viscount stared at the two girls and indulged in a prolonged whistle. "Good heavens!" he exclaimed. "IVhat a gathering of the clans! What a. `happy family' kind of meeting! 1 thought we were coming down here for a few days' rest and quiet, and instead of that, here's no end of excitement. Neville back, Lor- rimore going to Africa, and he and Jor- dan meeting here—'pon my word, it's scarcely fair, young people, that I should have to bear this kind of thing alone and unaided! Ah," and he shook his head, "we wanted her ladyship badly, Audrey! There was I, scarcely knowing what to say, or how to keep the peace, and ex- pecting that I should have to stop in between one party and the other and take the blows. Now, if her ladyship had been here, you would have seen to what a height she can rise. It's just the kind of an opportunity that she glories in. She wouldn't have let Neville and Jordan go of ftogether to murder each other—oh, I beg your par- don, my dear!" he broke of f, for Sylvia had clasped her hands and uttered a low cry, and her face had become white, "I beg both your pardons!" he mumbled on. "Of course, it's all nonsense, end they're all right. But, upon any word, Neville looked so black—and Lorrimore, if anything, looked blacker—that 1 was expecting a row every moment. But to think of Neville's coming back, and you and he being old friends. You must tell ue all about it, everything— e "But not to -night. papa," said. Audrey, gently, and she drew Sylvia's arm through hers and led her away. 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