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for me, Mary?"
ayes, Mr.. Grey" more timidly
than one would expect from that type
of woman. 1 didn't know but you
night like to eat bit of something,
aud mother had headache, and
So
"And so I'm afraid 1 have taxed
your patience unconsciOnably Z"
"Oh, no, sir. l have been reading
the beautiful poem you were so good
rs TO lend me. Won't you sit down
and take bit pfsupperW
"Thanks, Mary. l don't think /
could just now. have such pleas
ant food for meditation tonight /
don't think could lock at any of a
more material sort" lie was so full
of his happiness it was apparent in
every word and look. His interlocu-
tor shu; the door with liasty "Gootl
night, SIR" aud left him to find his
way UP stairs, which he did all unob-
servant OF the scowl Of rage that had
flushed Mary's pretty face at his last
speech. Arthur had certainly never
made love TO Mary rryde as he had
TO Lucy Forester, but he had been
gracious and comdcsccnding as beamc
seigHeaTs think they may safely he
with village bellies, and the result
was that Mary was very much in
love, and furioasly jealous. lie had,
believe, kissed her once or twice.
thinking nothing of what she thought
a great deal. She had been reading
Tennyson-then in the first flush of
popularity. believe the particular
poem was the 'Lady of Burlcigh,"
and perhaps she had been rehearsing
little romance of her own whic..
should end more happily. On the
heels of so sweet dream came this
rude awakening. Jealousy has keen
eyes; she knew where lie had been,
and could guess only too well that
his pleading had been successful.
All how could it be otherwise. She
cried liftlc-not the @entael. scented
lace handkerchief busiuess-but gen
nine downright sohs; slept little
between the fits of CRYING and woke
up next morning loving Arthur more
tenderly than ever and hating Lucy
Forester IA only 4 strong, healthy.
jealous woman can hate successful
rival. Meantime she bathed her
bright eyes, which were rather red,
and said nothing. or all THIS Arthur
saw nothing. Indeed, it is doubtful
If anything short of moderately
violent earthquake wouid in those
days have suffered TO disturb his
thoughts IRON the one pleasant chan
na!. The last few days OF his holi-
days passed As pleasant days are
prone To do-atl too rapidly. Then
came the parting, which contained
,..f,- oil. I,
cbroIiciing. and Arthur returned 10
the metropolis with praisew 0rihy
intention of doing his very best to
attain 10 speedy cuiinence in !.it pro-
iessiun. Stay. there was also his
parting with Mary Prode-not that
he needed il much. But when Oh @o-
ing away ;liat last morning he offered
10 kiss hnr-her mother locking on
it struck him as strangc that she
should first draw herself up indig-
mantly, then fling her arms around
his neck and burst into passion of
tears, aud then, before he couli say i
word, turn abruptly away and re-
enter her room. am afraid that he
did not speculate much as to the
cause of these vagaries. Sufficient
ror him was the thought of the wo-
man he loved, and whom he was now
TO work for.
You will understand that. while
the foregoing furmcd the smhject of
Arthur Grey thoughts. have ven
tured to render them III a more CO.
herent form, and to give due prouli-
uence to certain items, OF which he
did not think at all.
And this was the end oft. He
was betrayed, Knocked, Tilted by Il
hcar;lcss woman, whose image lie
would erase from his heart straight
way. And, by the by. there was or.e
thing. lie took from his desk d,
small packet OF letters and q lock OF
fair. curling hair. folded them mp
carefully. and addressed the pac'>e,
! To Mrs. Forester with {; merciiessiy
! polite note, regret.ing that he had
retained them SO long. He kissed
! the lock of hair once or twice, calling
| himself :. fool each lime. But people
i'll love are ircHn-cqucntial.
| CHAPTER II.
! The Travcrs' party was in n small
way a great success. The hostess
was clever and entertaining: her
| guests were on good terms with her,
one another. and themselves. Prom
. ineut in talk and Irritation wa, Arthur
Grey, before whose briliamry his
I friend Wynton, generally esteemed 4
mich better "socie;y" man. shoue a
very sccoau-rate star. Ja2K had no
! mean, jealous feeling toward his
friend. but q puzZr!d expression was
! i'll his honest blue eyes as he inu,tarcI
''Grcv's in all awful form. Tonight,
that's plain, AMI yet tdoli't half like
il. Hes not running kius.ly, fear
the bits between ms teeth. That
little partys conduct has cut him up
rather. and he'd fall an easy victim 10
any cntcrprisiug Young woman who
I knew her buSIne-s just now" 1t
seemed as if Wyntons OMNIBUS prog
noStirations were well founded, tor
in few weeks it was currently re-
ported that there was a marriage on
the taps, in which Mr.. Grey and Miss
Travers, eldest daughter OF their
hostess of that memorable evening.
were the parties principally concern
ed. Unconscious!v, Ellen Travers
had caught his heart at the rebound.
She mad been unable 10 help letting
him see that she liked him, and tniS
~
time, i peculiarly grateful when he
has just hcen thrown overby another.
lie never Imagined that he had loved
her as he did Lucy. But he squared
matters with his conscience by saying
he would do his bes, 10 uiaAc her
happy, which might have beer easily
enough done, dare say, but for the
fact that Ellen Trayers loved him.
They were duly married i'll about a
year from the beginning Of this his-
tory. But there was strange oc-
currence a few weeks before the mar
ria"e. At q consultation betw cen
the eminent barristers. Dawkins, =.
c., and Mr.. Grey. ofGrey X Wyntun,
regarding matters foreign 10 our tale,
the name of I.clys was incidentally
mentioned by the former gentleman.
MIR. Grey started:
".Le!ys," lie repeated. "Not Lelys
of the Pines Z"
"rhe same, sir" said Dawkins.
"Splendid place glorious pheasant
shooting, can tell you"
'.He IN ,rried about year ago {"
continued Arthur, as ind .farentiy as
he could.
"Married?-not he. Not yet. at all
events, though it did look like u
match between him and Miss Hobart,
Admiral Hobarts girl, last time was
down.
No more was said of Mr.. Leiys Just