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iR, A CURIOUS MYSTERY EXPLA
'H APTER til, �tvrit'ci)
At length the top of the Wrote
€ain was reaehed, and a merry 1
tie picnic ensued.
"Come:" said Sigrid to Cecil
Boniface, "you and I must add: a
stone to the Bairn. Let us drag, up
this great t o ne and prat it on the top
together in memory of our friend -
They stood laughing and panting
under the shelter of the cairn when
the stone was deposited, the merry
voices of the rest of the party float-.
•ng back to them,
'Hoa you: not think we are dread-
ful chatterers, eve Norwegians V'
said Sigrid,
"'I think you are delightful,:"
said. Cecil, simply,
Something in her rammer touched
and pleased Sigrid. She had
grown to like this quietp English
girh
Oaice more Frithiof and Blarlche
were left alone.
"And yeti must really go on Mon-
day I" asked Frithiof, with i sigh.
"Well," she said, ,glancing up at
him quickly, "I have been very
troublesome to you, I'm sure; al-
1 dyed ALL these
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"Hew can you sats such things V
he exclaimed. "Yon know—you
must know what these days have
been to anew'
"After all, 1 believe I should do
better if I trusted to stay alpen-
steck "," .And laughingly she lagan
to spring dawn the rough descent,
a little proud of her own graee and
agility. and a• little -glad, to baffle
end tease him for a few minutes.
"Take care , take care!" cried
Frithiof, hurrying after her. Then,
with a stilled cry, he sprung for -
weed to rescue her, for the alpen-
stock • had slipped on a stone, and
she was rolling down the steep in-
cline. How he managed it he never
realized, but love seemed to lend
him wings,. and the next thing he
knew was that he was :kneeling on
the grass only two or three feet
from the sheer cliff -like side with
Blanche in, his arras.
"Are you hurt?" he questioned,
breathlessly,
''No," she replied, trembling
' ith excitement. "\Frit hurt at
all, only shaken and startled."
He lifted her a little further from
the edge.
"How strong you are," she said,
"and how cleverly you caught me!
Yet now that it is over you look
quite haggard and white. I am
really not hurt at all. It punished
me well for thinking I could get on
without you. You see I couldn't!"
She sat up and took off her hat,
smoothing back her disordered hair.
"If only I might always serve
you he cried. `'Oh, Blanche, I
love you! I love you ! Will you not
trust yourself to ine ?"
All in a moment she was con-
quered--, she couldnot even make ati
feint of resistance, but just put her
hand in his..
"I will always trust you," she
faltered.
Then, as she felt his strong arm
round her and his kisses on her
cheek, there flashed through her.
mind a description she had once
read, of -
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Si. IOary'a,
One:,:
"a 'strong man' from the North,
Light -locked, with eyes of danger-
ous gray.
It was a love worth haying,.- she•
thought to herself; a love to be
proud of ! • •
"But, Frithiof," shebegan, af-
ter a timeless pause, "we must keep
our secret just for a little while.
You see, my father is not here,
and—''
"Let me write to him and ask
his consent," exclaimed -Frithiof.
`"No, no, clot not write. Come
ovee to England in October and see
him,yuurself; that will be so much
better.''
``Must we wait so long ?" said
Frithjof, his face' clouding.
"It is only • a few weeks; papa
will net be at home till•then. Every
one is away from London, you
know. Don't look so. anxious; I do
not know your face, it isn't happy;
you were, never meant to be grave,
hs i Ji, -woe I can make him do ex-
actly what 1 like;'yon need not be
�. fraid that he will not - consent
Corne ! I have' promised' 1
to Y-ou ',.4ad,„37,evc you doh
that !" cried Blancher" eliriging to o
him. "To think that' you who are
so strong should say . that to me!
It seems 'vonderfel. But indeed,
indeed, you need .not doubt me. I
lore you with my whole heaa;t, • I
lore you as I never thought it i'os--
sible tea lase,'
CHAPTER IV.
"We were beginning to. think
some accident had. happened to
you," said Sigrid, who stood' wait-
ing at the door of the hotel,
"And so it did," said Blanehe,
laughing. "I think I should have
broken my neck if it had;a't been.
for your. brother. It was all the
fault of this treacherous alpenstock
which played me false;"
And then, with a sympathetic
little group of listeners, Blanche
gate a full account of her narrow
escape,
"And yon are really= not hart at
all? Not too much shaken to care
to dance to -night °°?"
"Nota hit." said Blanche, mer-
rily, "And you promised to put.on
your peasant eeetilnle and show us
the spring dans, you know."
"So I did. I mast ?Wake baste
and dress, then," and Sigrid ran
upstairs, appearing again before
long in a simply made dark, skirt,
white sleeves and ehemisette, and
red bodice, richly embroidered in
bold. Her beautiful hair was worn
in two long plaits down her back,
and the costume suited her to per-
fection, There followed a merry
supper in the dependence where all
meals were served, then every one
adjourned to the hotel salon, • the
tables ,and chairs were hastily
pushed aside, and dancing began.
Herr Falek's eyes rested content-
edly* ou the slip" little figure art the
maize -colored dress who so often
danced with his sou; and indeed,
Blanche: looked .more lovely thtus
ever that evexiinf;, for happiness
alxcl excitement had brightened her
Clark eyes, and deepened the glow
of color :in her. cheeks; The, Tither
felt proud, too, of his eliildren,
when, in response to the general
entreaty., Frithjof and Sigrid danced
the spring dans together with itsl
graceful eyolutiens and quaint • ges-
tures.
Then nothing would do but
Frithiof must play to them on the
violin, after which Blanche volun-
teered to teach every one Sir Roger
de Ooverley, and old and young
joined merrily in the country dance
and so the evening passed on all
too rapidly to its close. It was a
scene which somehow lived on in
Cecil's memory* the merry dancers,
the kindly. landlord, Ole Kvikno sit-
ting near the door and watching
them, the expression of Monteat
visible in. Herr Falck's face as he
sat beside him, the pretty faees and
picturesque attire of Sigrid and
Swanhild,, the, radiant beauty of
Blanche .Morgan, the -unclouded
happiness of: Frithiof.
The evening had done her good,
its informality, its hearty, unaffect-
ed happiness and merriment made
it 'a strange contrast to any other
dance she could recollect; yet even
here there was a slight shadow. She
could not forget those words which.
she had overheard on board the
steamer, could not get rid of the
feeling that some trouble hung over
the Falck family, and -that hidden
away, even in this Norwegian para-
dise, there lurked somewhere • the
inevitable serpent. Even as she
mused over it, Frithiof crossed the
room and made his bow before her,
and in another minute had whirled
her off. Happiness shone in his
eyes, lurked in the tones of his
voice, added fresh spirit to his
dancing; she thought' she had never
before seen such, an incarnation of
perfect content. They talked of
Norwegian books, and' her interest.
in his country seemed to please
him.
"You can easily get English
translations of our best novelists,".
he said. "You should read Alex-
ander Kielland's books, and Bjorn-
sen's ringing all day in niy head,.
we will make Sigrid say it to us,
for 1 only know the chorus."
Then as the waltz came to an end
he Led her toward. his sister, who
was standing with Roy near the
piano.
Just then a polka was struck up!
and he hastily made his bow to
Blanche.,
"May I have the pleasure of this
dance?". he said, in his: condescend-
ing tone.
'Thank you, but I am so tired,"
she replied. "Too tired for any
more to -night."
Yes, said Sigrid, glancing at
her,• `,Your look worn out. Mun-'
keggen is a tiring -climb. Let us.,
come upstairs, itis high time that
naughty little sister of mine was in
het ,''
``The reward of virtue," said
Cyril Morgan, rejoining his cousin
Flrrrencc.' "I' have been tiolite to
-the little bourgeoise and it has cost
me nothing. , It is always best in a
place like this to be on good terms
with every one. We shall never
be likely to come across these, pee -
plc again'; the acquaint nfee is not
likely to foie us" ;sb
His. wends were p'
Th h''1:1 ;Roti elv assort'ec
of 'latent natio:na1it es
er', L;ab!, meet, and yet
of 'closei,,,antimacy werq
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pentine or other injurious
ingredients. It's good for
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Will not rub off sir aoal•the
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brilliant and lasting.
No other even half as good,
]loe, at all Peelers,
excitement bad kept her up on the
previous night, she, inevitably aril
fered from the effeets of her fall.
It was not till the Idenday morn-
ing, just before the arrivalof than
steamer, that Frithiof could find
the oiaoortunity fon, which he bad
impatiently 'waited. They walked
through the little and ostensib-
le
asten
ly. to wn watch for the steamer 'gent
the mound 'by the flag -staff, but
they only lingered there for a naevi-
rite, glancing anxiously down the
fjord where in the distance could
be seen the unwelcome black speck.
On the further side of the mound,
down among the trees and bushes,
was aa, little sheltered seat. It was
there that they spent their last mo-
ments, there that Blanche listened
to his eager words of love,` there
that she again bade him wait till
October, at the same time giving
him such hope and encouragement
as must surely have satisfied the
most exigeant lover.
All too soon the bustle of depar-
ture reached them,' and the steam-
whistle—most hateful and discord-
ant of sounds—rang and resounded
among the mountains.
"I must go," she exclaimed, `tor
they will be coming to look for me.
This is our real good-bye. On the
steamer it will be just a hand -shake,
but now—"
And she lifted a lovely, glo'tvieg
face to his.
(To be continued.)
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