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Christmas was to be very gay, There
was to be a grand ball at Lynnewolde,
and another at Bpltun Court. Lord
Lynne determined that this year at least
he would be gay; no one should know
that he was a rejected lover—rejected
by a fair-haired, gentle girl, too, who
seldom said, "No.". He did not know
where he should be next year
— abroad most likely. Time ' was
passing quickly; and all hope of
is uncle's legacy died with his rejection.
He was a Lynne and a gentleman. It did'
not enter his imagination to marry Inez
without loving her, and so secure his
fortune. Ho loved Agatha. He would
, have married her, even if in doing so he
had lost instead of gained his heritage;
but she had refused him. Love and
money had failed hien, and Philip began
to make up his mind to the loss. He
was too honorable, too noble to think of
marrying without love. Not even to win
a crown would he have done it; and Inek
Lynne, who read him rightly, knew that
if she won him it would be apart from
all mercenary motives.
He was pleased to see hes again. He
met her frankly, and kindly thanked her
for her charming leters, which had cheer-
ed and amused his solitude. That very
frankness and kindness were like a
death -blow to her. If his face had flush-
ed, his voice had trembled, or his hanii
had clasped hers more warmly as it lay
in his grasp, she would have known that
he loved her. That frank, open kind-
ness, the clear eyes that looked into her
own, the calm, steady voice that thank-
ed her, all told the same story—sne in-
terested, amused, charmed hine; but he
did not love her.
"I will not lose heart," she said, "not
even yet. I will succeed, or I will die."
Lord Lynne showed that ho remember-
ed her words. During all the Christmas
festivities he thought of her constantly.
He was resolved that she should never
feel lonely or neglected again. So they
resumed their old familiar intercourse.
She sang to hien, rode with slim, and
poured out the treasure of her genius
at his feet. She grew to love him. Oh
Heaven! save us from such love—so
wild, so idolatrous, so blind!
The grana Dail at Lyndewolde was a
great success. Inez was the belle. She
had never looked more lovely. She wore
a dress of rose-colored silk, shaded and
softened by costly, cloud -like lace. She
wore no. jewels; a wreath of white star-
ry jassmine crowned her queenly head.
There were many at Lynnewolde that
evening who, in long years afterward,
spoke of her as she looked them. Bertie
Bohan was there, but he said no more of
love to her. The bright sun did not
seem further from him than this beauti-
ful girl. She was undoubtedly the belle
of the ball; and those who saw her that
evening never forgot her. When the
guests had all departed, he went with
Mrs. Lynne into her boudoir. It was a
charming little room, but one that was
seldom used. On this evening Mrs.
Lynne had ordered fire and lights there;
she liked, when a ball or party was
ended, to talk it over with her son.
"Let us rest a few minutes," she said,
drawing' an easy -chair to the fire for
Inez. I always require half au hour's
quiet talk to snake me forget the glitter
of lights and the sound of music. Have
you enjoyed the ball, Inez?"
"Yes;" she replied.
"Inez always enjoys where she reigns,"
interrupted Lord Lynne, with a merry
laugh. "What are you going to do with
Bertie, Inez?" he continued. "I never
saw a more severe case in my life. Your
beaux yeaux have done mischief there."
"I am not accountable for it," she re-
plied, coldly.
"How cold you are!" he rejoined. "No
amount of homage moves you. Have
ybu no heart, Inez?"
She raised her eyes to his face. Was
he blind that he could not read what
they told? Was he blind that he did
not see how the beautiful face, cold and
haughty to others, softened and bright-
ened for him?
When Mrs. Lynne went away, they
were speaking of the coining spring.
"I do not say anything to my mother,"
said Lord Lynne to Inez; "but I have
serious thoughts of going abroad in the
spring"
"Abroad!" she said; "for how long"
"I do not know," he replied; "for
years, in all probability, Inez. I want
something to fill up my life."
There etas a profound silence for some
minutes, and when Inez spoke again,
Lord. Lynne diel not know her voice.
"It is late," she said.
Thinking she wished. to be alone, he
rose and held out his hand to say good-
night. Ile saw her face perfectly white,
with a startled look in her large, dark
eyes.
"You axe tired, Inez," he said, gently.
"Good -night, pleasant dreams!"
He did not notice that the little jewel-
ed hand he touched was as cold as death,
he did not see the quiver of the white
lips; he took the wax taper placed
ready for him and went away.
Inez sat stil land motionless for some '
minutes. Then she rose, intending to go
to her room, but her strength failed her.
She threw up her arms, and fell upon the
floor on her face.
"He is going!" she cried; "and I love
hint so—I love him so!"
She did not hear Lord Lynne return-
ing, she did not hear him open the door,
she did not know that he saw her pas-
sion of grief and heard her wild words.
She loved him—that proud, beautiful,
imperious girl. He was literally astound-
ed. She loved him, and lie had never
even guessed it.
How much she must love him! Why
was she lying there? . What did these
long bitter sobs mean? Did she—could
any one living love him so much as
that?
He had returned for his watch which
he had left upon the table, and he
thought she had quitted the boudoir.
Slowly and gently lie withdrew, and
closed the door. He knew enough of
her to understand that she would rather
have died than he should have seen her.
He never stopped to think.
"She loves me," he said, "and loves
me 80 3.
He returned, but this time he took
care to make noise enough over bis en-
trance. When he stood again in the
room, Inez was leaning over the fire,
her face turned from him.
"I left my watch here," said Lord
Lynne stammering in a Branner very un-
like his own.
"Did you?" she said, in a cold, steady
voice. "You remember what Mrs.
Lynne tells you sometimes about your
head."
Instead of taking up his watch, he
walked around to her.
'Inez," he said gently, "forgive me
for speaking to you here, and so late—I
will not detain you long."
"You must not," she replied. "I ought
to have gone half an hour ago; but the
fire and my own thoughts tempted
ms"
"My thoughts tempt vie," he said.
"Inez, listen for ono moment—I am not
worthy of you—you are so beautfiul, so
bright, so gifted. I am not worthy of
you—but will you let me love you? Will
you promise to be my wife?"
To the day of his death Lord Lynne
never forgot the look of startled `happi-
ness upon that lovely face.
"Do you love me?" she whispered.
Could he help it, that love -lit face
turned up to his, those wondrous eyes
looking into his own, her hair touching
his cheek?
"I love you, .my darling," he said.
"Will you be my wife?"
He never forgot how for the next few
minutes she stood as one rapt in a si-
lent ecstasy, thou she turned away from
"To -morrow," she said, "wait until to-
morrow; we will talk about it then."
"But you will say one word, Inez,"
he interrupted; "say you love me."
"I love you," she replied; and the
music of the words never quite died in
his neart.
CHAPTER XL
"At last—at last," murmured Inez, as
she reached the quiet sanctuary of her
own room. "I have won him, and I
will only live to make him happy. He
shall never repent the words be said
this night. I will make him happier and
greater than my cold, quiet sister could
have done."
In that hour of triumph Inez forgot
the false, cruel treachery that had led
to her present happiness; she never
thought of her sister, betrayed and un-
happy; she remembered only her love
and its success. The fatigue and weari-
ness that a short time before had almost
overpowered her, disappeared; it was a
fresh nand radiant face that smiled so
brightly, es busy thoughts painted the
past and present in strong colors.
"It is not only that I love him," she
cried; "were he penniless and obseuro I
would endow hint with all my wealth;
but there is triumph to me in the
thought that my father's neglected child
will be Lady Lynne, mistress of this
proud home.; exiled and neglected no
longer; loved and revered as Lady
Lynne."
She would not remember the falsity
that had crowned her with success. By
a strong effort of her indomitable will
she swept away all unpleasant t!'s fights.
She remembered only that she loved
and was loved, that the one thing site
eoveted was now hers—her hopes grati-
fied, her wounded pride soothed, the
cur she had craved for filled to the
brim.
If all this could have been attained by
fair and honorable means, Inez would
have been better pleased. She did
not like to remember the false words
that had stained her lips, or the pain
she had seen in her sister's face. But—
and she silenced the outcries of con-
seience in the thought --he would be
the happier for it in the end, and so
would Agatha; they were not suited to
each other, she said to herself over and
over again. Agatha had no ambition;
she would be content to dream away her
life at Lynnewolde, satisfied in seeing
her husband fulfiling the duties of a
wealthy landed proprietor, without ear-
ing for or thinking of fresh glory. But
it would not he so with her. She would
mite hint, help him, urge hire on, un -
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til the name of Lynne was' known and
revered throughout the laneeth and the
breadth of the land. He should be a
statesman such as the Lynnes of old
had been, and all England should ring
with his name and his talent. Then he
would turn to her, and bless her as the
centre and source of all his success.
Then to himself he should own that it
was well the fair-haired cousin had re-
jected him with her love, • When the
mighty voice of a mighty nation was
raised in Itis praise, when Donors had
been. thrust upon hint, 'wizen. the first
and grandest of positions was open to
him, then lie would but love her the
more, for she would have helped hint on
his brilliant career.
In such thoughts and dreams hoz for-
got less pleasant things. She never for
one moment feared deteetiee, Agatha
would not return yet; awl when
she did so, both she an l;, 1', d Lynne
were far 'toe honiiirtlile; .,.thee, to
make any reference to their "past at-
tachment now that she was his betroth-
ed wife. There was no fear fore the fu-
ture. Lave. triumph, ambition, all wore
their finest colors; and no shade sad-
dened the brilliant face that watched
the moonlight and the first faint flush
of dawn. Liven when she fell asleep at
last it was with a smile of child Iike
happiness upon her lips.
Perhaps no one ever felt a greater
shock of surprise than SM Lord Lynne
when he awoke on the morning follow-
ing the scene in the boudoid. It rushed
upon his mind as soon as his eyes were
opened to the light of day. He wa.4 only
yesterday thinking of going abroad, was
now the betrothed husband of one of
the loveliest and wealthiest women in
England, and she loved him, Ali, Trow
she 'roved him. The remembrance of the
joy that had flashed in her face, the sil-
ent happiness that entsaneed her as he
,spoke, came vividly before him. This
glorious beauty, with her wealth and
talent. her genius and grace, loved. him
who had never felt anything but the
calmest brotherly affection for her. The
young heir of Bohun loved her; the gay
and gallant Captain Marehmont had laid
his heart and fortune at her feet; but
she eared for none, loved none save him.
A hundred resolutions of love and de-
votion crowded into his mind. He would
make her happy. She should never know
that her passionate tears and sighs had
moved his heart to pity; she should
think he loved. her above all else, even
as she loved him. He would forget Aga-
tha, whose eweet face 'haunted him. Af-
ter all, was lie not to be envied. Who
was more beautiful than Inez? Who
had her Southern grace, her wondrous
genius, her rich voice, and her warm
loving heart? Ho remembered her on
the night he had played Romeo, how
those dark eyes fell before his gaze
and he wondered haw he could have
been blind so long. He seemed to rear
again, "I love him so!"
'let in some way he shrank from tell-
ing his mother the news; nor did he
seem in any violent hurry to descend
to the breakfast -room. Whet he did so.
his first thought was one of wonder at
Ms delay, for there next to -his mother
sat a fair nand radiant girl whom any
man would have been proud to claim.
The rich flush that crimsoned her face,
the shy, sweet glance that half met iris,
stirred bis heart and be felt that he
had Avon a .prize. He could not go near
her, for the Countess of Strathdale and
Lady Victoria had remained for the
night, and were now seated . in great
state at• the breakfast -table. His almost
undivided attention was given to them,
Ifer ladyship's carriage Wats ordered at
last for she had promised to lunch at
Boliun Court, and Philip, despite his im-
patience, could not leave until both lad-
ies were seated and the coachman had
received his orders. Then he turned to
look for Inez, butshe had vanished,
"Mother," he said to birs. Lynne, "will
you walk up and down the lawn with
nee? I have something to say to you."
"I"'iitd inc a shawl," said Isles. Lynne,
with a senile erre ti,nn I will walk
as long as son please."
•
But when lier son lied 'fastened the
cashmere over her shoulders, and had
placed her arm in bis, he walked by
utee.
her side in perfect silence for some mine
"1 thought you'wanted to talk,".said
his mother, with some amusement.
"What is it? Have you settled. any-
thing about your journey?" •
"No," he replied, "I had forgotten it."
"Ah, my dear boy," interrupted Mrs,
Lynne, "I wish you would renounce the
idea. I would give all 1 have in the
world to see you settled and happy. Do
not be very angry with nee if I ask you
oue question." •
"Ask what you will," he replied.
'Tell me," she- said, "how it is you do
•not ask Agatha Lynne to bo your wife?
11 I know anything of the young girl's
heart, 1 am sure slie - is not indifferent
to you."
Deed Lynne attempted to speak, but
the words died away upon his lips.
"I would never advise you to marry
for money," continued his mother; "and
I think your uncle's will both cruel and
unjust; still, Agatha is so sweet and gen-
tle; out of all the world, she is the girl
I should have wished most to 'see your
wife.'
.hors. Lynne waited for a reply, but
none came; her son was thinking that,
at any price, he would keep his cousin's
secret. •
"I cannot understand your indiffer-
ence," said Mrs. Lynne.. "I used to think
you loved .Agatha . Now with Inez the
case is different—size is very beautiful;
but there is something so inscrutable in
her, I can never fancy one loving her."
"Hush, mother," he cried; "do not
speak su. 1 brought you here ilk morn-
ing to tell you that luez has promised to
be my wife"
Mrs. Lynne dropped the arm she was
holding, and looked up into her son's
face with astonishment alzuo.t too great
for words.
"Inez!" she cried, at last; "why, Phil-
ip, how can that be? I thought you
loved Agatha, and she eared for you"
"That was a mistake, mother," lie
replied, Tightly; "Agatha has always
thought of me as a dear cousin and a
true friend, but nothing inure"
"01 course you knew best, my dear,"
said Mrs, Lynne; meekly. "I will never
pretend to any judgment. again."
"But you do not say one word, moth-
er," he replied, half impatiently. "1
thought you would be so delighted to
know that I was going to marry a;nt set-
tle, as you call it, at last"
"So 1 am, Philip," said Mrs. Lynne.
"Do not mistake me. I forgot my happi-
ness in the greatness of my surprise.
But I never saw any signs of love for
Inez."
"You will welcome her as your daugh-
ter, will you not?" he asked.
"That I will," she replied, warmly.
"S'ou know, Philip, I have always stood
a little in awe of her; she is so beauti-
ful and stately; so reserved, and unlike
our English girls. But I will go to her
at once; she shall find no want of love
or welcome in your mother."
Philip watched his mother as she re-
entea:ed ,the house. Perhaps .for hall a
Moment' something' Iike a sigh trembled
on his lips as he thought how differently
both he and Mrs. Lynne would have felt
had Agatha been his promised bride;
then he reproached himself for his injus-
tice. lied not one refused him, while the
other had lavished a world of love upon
him. Even ills. Lynne reproached her-
self, and felt that she had never done
Inez justice, when the young girl clasped
her arms around her, and, laying her
beautiful heal uprio her nu;thcr's shoul-
der, promised that she would always be
to her a devoted and most loving child.
"1 cannot see any reason for delaying
your marriage, Philip," said Mrs. Lynne
to her son. "\\'e shall boon have May
here; indeed, it is spring now. I saw cro-
euses and violets this morning. You
must ask Inez if she has any objections
to being married in. May."
When Lord Lynne proposed that ques-
tion to his beautiful fiancee, she smiled,
and said in reply, that size considered it
the brightest and fairest month in the
year.
"But you know the old superstition,"
she added, with as mile—"May marriages
are proverbially unlucky."
"I do not believe it,' lie said. warmly.
"What is the origin of that supersti-
tion?"
"I do not quite remember," she re-
plied; "but I have heard it several
times."
"Then, Inez, let us prove its falsity,
darling. As far as human eyes can see,
there is nothing to cloud our future. We
have youth, love, happiness, wealth, posi-
tion—everything, in fact, that could be
wished for,; What bad luck can corse
to tis, even supposing the foolish legend
to be a true one?"
"1 cannot see any," she replied, in a
tremulous voice, unless -"
"Unless what, Inez?" he asked, seeing
that she hesitated and looked at him,
her beautiful eyes humid with tear..s.
"Unless you erase to love me," she
said.
"The sun must cease to shine, and the
flowers to bloom, niy own heart must
cease to beat, and grow veld, before that
time coarses," ha cried, paesi'oiatcly, for
the loving face . turned to him touched
him incxpres:ibly. • "\\'e will -4f you eoii-
sent---show how fortunate and blessed
a May marriage can, bei," continued Lord
Lynne. "Say, iche'n the month of flow-
ers come, round, Inez, may 1 claim your
promise?"
So it was arranged that the twentieth
of May ehould be the iectiding day of
Lord Lynne. It was now April. The
One was short enough; for Mrs. Lynne
was anxious to attend to the trouss,au
of bar daughter-inlaw-elect which • was
to be of unrivalle1 magnificence. Lord
'Lynne was constantly en z lge t; settle-
ni en te and deeds of all kinds had to be
prepared, and ho had arranged a charm-
ing surprise for Inez. The family jewels,
that had never seen light since Agaatha's
mother, Lady Lynne, hell worn them at
her last ball, twelve ye:nrs ago, were all
to be preset. and prerented to her.
"She will be peerless," thought the
young lover; Melm was born to• live In
5 DOCTORS
6AVt I1 R UP!
Ulcers and Sores Defied all Treatment.
Zan-Buk Has Worked Complete Cure.
Miraculous indeed is the cure wench Zara.
Bulc has worked in the case or We, Jane
Beers. of L'Orignal (Oat). "I began to .suf-
fer." she mays, "from ulcers and skin sores'
These broke out en my legs and different
parts of my body, and spread to an alaral-
int extent, causing me great pain. They
defied all remedies I applied to try and heal
them, and remained suppurating open wounds,.
One medical man after a of er gave my
naso up until I had consulted five different
doctors, and they were all baffled by my
wee. Then I went tato hospital and -was
there five months, and came away vary little
bettor. The sores were so extensive and I
wags 50 weakened that I had to walls with a
stick and crutch This was my condition
when first I began to use Zara-Buk. I ap-
plied it to the sores, and in a few days I
thought I saw an improvement I persevered
'with tho balm and, to cut a long, story shoat.
the wonderful balm did what all the doctors
had failed to do—healed my ulcers. I have
new out away my stick and crutch, the ul-
cers and teres are heated, and I take this
opportunity of strongly giy advising +ell who suf-
fer from nares, ulcers, or open 'wounds tO
give Zam-Buk a proper trial."
It is by affecting such impressive cures as
this that Zam-Buk hes established its world-
wide reputation, lu every country to which
it has been introduced it has become tate
Deaden"n family balm and embrocation. This
surely is proof of exceptional merit:
Purely herbal in nature it supplies tone
hour wife with a handy and affective cure for
the hundred -and -ono -injuries to which she
or the children or the husband are liable.
Zam-Buk is also a sure cure for eczema,
rinns:orm, scale -sores, cold -sores, chapped
hands. sores due to blood poisoning, piles,
cuts, burns, bruises, and all skin injuries
and diseases. .All druggists and stores sell
at We a box, or post free from Zam-Buk Co.,
Toronto, for price. Beware of cheap and
harmful imitations sxnnnat..ss offered as
"just as good."
magnificence. Dia...onds will add to her
beauty, and she will wear them with the
grace and dignity of a queen."
Many were his consultations with the
celebrated jewelers in Bond street before
that matchless parure, admired by the
whole fashionable world, was finished.
And so time ran on until the first of
May came round.
(To be continued.)
DEATH !PAiNLESS.
It Comes as Naturally and is as Wel*
come as Sleep.
The fear of death, which leas been
so enormously exploited in dramatic
literature, sacred and otherwise, is said
to be almost without existence in sick-
ness. Most patients have lost it com-
pletely by the time they become serious-
ly ill.
Death and sleep are both painless, ac-
cording 'to Dr. Woods 1,tutehinson, in
the American Magazine, and cause
neither fear nor anxiety by their ap-
proach. It is one of the most merciful
things in nature that the overwhelm-
ing majority of the poisons which de-
stroy life, whether they are those of
infectious diseases or those whieh are
elaborated from the body's own waste
products, act as narcotics and aboiisli
consciousness long before the end
comes.
While death is not in any sense an-
alogous to sleep, it resembles it to the
extent that it is in the vast majority
of instances not only not painful, but
welcome. Pain -racked and fever-soorch•
ed patients long for death as the wear-
ied toiler longs for sleep.
\Vitale many of the processes which
lead to death are painful, death itself
is painless, natural, like the fading of a
flower or the falling of a. leaf. Our
dear ones drift out. on the ebbing tide
of life without fear, without pain,
without regret, save for those they
leave behind. When death comes close
enough so that we can see the eyes be-
hind the mask, his face becomes as wel-
come as that of his "twin brother,"
sleep.
ease
Repeat
it: --"Shiloh's Cure will always
cure my coughs and colds."
A Joke That Failed.
The smart cockney tourist thought he
would have a joke with the gendarme,
and handed hint the restaurant menu
instead of his passport, while his friends
stood by to laugh at the puzzled "Frog-
gie."
But the Frenchman took the docu-
ment with grave politene e, glancing
l.eenle- at the cockney as if to verify
the description.
Then he read and translated slowly
from the menu: "Calf's. head," "pigs'
feet." "pass on, m'sieu—quite correct:—
Exchange.
Repeat it:--"Shiloh's Cure will
always cure my coughs and colds,"
Net Infectious.
I used t o be very, much afraid that my
children while playutg with others would
be exposed to some contagious disease,
and they were constantly on the lookout
for trouble of this kind.
One day little Louis, aged 4, came rush-
ing in from the street where she had
been playing with a crowd of children.
In a very excited manner she burst out:
"Well, mamma, two of the Meyers chil-
dren have something, but sister says she
doesn't think we'll catch it, though"
"Well, what is it, darling?" 1 asked.
"It's the pigeon toes," site replied.—
The December Delineator, •
lepeat it:—" Shiloh's Cure will a
ways cure my coughs and colas."