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have not taught me either to forget
that I am Albert Churchill's daugh.
ter" 80
"And Hugh Cburcbill's sister," hs
said, little bitterly.
~ know what you mean," she an.
swered, coloring; ''but you are mis-.
taken. Hugh has never succeeded in
influencing me to his opinions. He
would gladly make me hate you as
pardon me that I must confess it.
as he does; but I hope you will
believe me when I say that he has
never done so. Even if did not
forgive your father-and God k ows
that / do!-I could not be so unjust
as to hold you accountable for his
crimo. /. could not, Mr.. Tyrrell," abe
repeated, almost passionately. ;-
II believe you," he said. Il believe
you ",.n thank you. But for the
rcst-O Margaret for the restl Am
I alone, of aIl men, to have no oppor-
tunity or hope to win you because
my name is Tyrrell? ?" "a
"You must feel as well as I do that
there is a gulf between us that moth.
ing can bridge" she answered grave.
ly. ut is hopeless to talk Of such o
thing, Mr.. Tyrrell-worse than hope
less, indeed, It seems, like an, insult
to the dead. I am sorry-oh, what q
weak word that ISL am far, far
more than sorry that it should have
fallen to my lot to give you pain, but
the truth must be faced; if you and
II lived forever, VIC could never be
more to each other than We are
now"
"Nevcr, Margaret" :" ''-'',''1 100
"Never." = 15a 90 ~ ho'14%
She did not speak bitterly or We.
hemently; on the contrary, she spoke
with great sadness and infinite gentle.
ness, but Tyrrell felt to the very
centre Of his soul that Hngh's fiery
hatred was more likely to turn into
love than this decision of his sister to
be moved or shaken The young
engineer had been right when be
said, in his impetuous pride, ION. Q
point Of honor we Churchills always
think alike" and even no might have
been satisfied that Margaret rememt
bered as deeply as himself their black
and bloody debt to Henry Tyrrell. n
After her last; words there was
silence in the room. The. wind howled,
the rain fell, the river roared without.
There were many desolate aud aching
hearts ih Ridgeford that night = many
who had scen fortune, and not,atfew
who had, seen friends and relations,
20 down in the merciless food bnt
none were more desolate, none ached
with a more drearp sense Of hopeless
loss, than his who sat by that SPAR
king Gre with Margaret ChurehilPs
fair opposite him. ~ JJ1 za'tti Vows
|, Aftora while, seeing that the night
was wearing on, she asked more
an xiouslyt If .here was no possible
sheae iaasA sseessA 800, ~
swersd 6y bidding her 'come to q
window and drawing back the blind!
"Shade your eyes and look out" !"
he said. "Then tell me what you
see." ,.i l"@'.gnan 4G "rf" HI@ ,'5t
She obeyed-that is, she obeyed in
part. She shaded her eyes,; and
strove, with her gaze, to pierce the
darkness of the murky and tempestu-
GUS night beyond, but in vain! Only
the rain dashing against the window
panes. only the blast that seemed as
# it might lift the roof from of the
cottage, told her what was raging
without. She look round at him in
blank dismay. '' 9.-,'F.. - 80
"Is there no hopes then7" che said:
so, Mr.. Tyrrell, must stay here all.
night" .8di I-.4i -! Iyoa5ja 17n -.
III am afraid you must" he an
swered, gravely, cloeing the blind
again. "At least l know that if You
and I ventured out in this storm, we
,hauld not be likely ever to be heard
of again Forgive me for bringing
you here" he went on, as he sawrtbe
distress on her face. ~ could not
think of anything else to do. L was
very stupid, very thoughtless, Of me
not to remember" 2, p ~ -s,.''
But she interrupted him here by
holding out her hand. 1,i ~ .!4y,..~
"Forgive me for seeming migrate
f,l for such kind SHELTER" she said
"You know, or you ought to know,
that you did the best possible thing
foor me-the only thing, indeed. Or
course it is awkward"--laughing
slightIy-"but you and | arc q.
enough and sensible enough to disrr
gard that. If I was only SIRE th"
Hugh was not wretched about mel"
MAY he not think that, being
caught Oy the stortn, yo4 Feu'"'nou
in town." ..> -..I f..
ut is likely that he may. ! have
some friends with whom l often DO
remain. Thank you for the saggest
lion, Mr. %yrrell. Now, shall we
make our arrangements for the night !?
/ am so sorry TO think how much l
shall incoE venience you
"Do not grudge me this little SER
vice." ho said. "God knows, and you
know, that it may be the last 1 shall
ever have the opportunity to render
you'll" ''....'
There was some difficulty about tho
arrangements for the night, since the
choice rested between the. bed-which
was, in truth, little moro than a sofa
and the easy:chair. Each of them