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land Mr., Borradsile," she said turning
back on the doorstep. a,5r, .,;s.
Eyes. They will be 80 sorry to miss
you'll" sae 8 a7ag ii Eai8 8s,a ia
And Catherine drove away. f,fa37 a,ii /

It was late IN November, and East
wick House was full of guests. There
were hunting men and their wives !:
and sportsmen, keen after pheabants
there were one or two pretty girls. and /,
last Of all, there were Catherine Morley
and George Borradaile. s .,"s
Catherine had been compelled from re-
spect to her aunt's wishes to spend; the
six months following her uncle's death in
strickland, to her mind, unnecessary re-
tirement, and the first visit she had been
allowed to pay without querulous pro-
test was to the Eastwicks' Buried
Through the whole summer in, a dull,
country house, surrounded by dismal
little park and neglected gardens, with no
society and few resources, Catherine had
filed up her time by indulging in day
dream. It was not to be supposed that
hero would be wanting to the illusion.
and, knowing nothing of his circumstanc-
es, this hero sprang into life ready-made
in the person Of George Rorraaaile; and,
as "liklng msy grow IN meditation, the
time came when, to GATHERINGS mind, he
possessed every quality she priced most !;
and when, after many months, they met
at Eastwick, she unconseiously greeted
him with q warmth which took him by
surprise. ut a7Ht zs# vs. Ezt.s s.,4...,l
"How ill and old and altered he looks ~
thought Catherine to herself, as she dress
ed for dinner on the evening of her arriv-
al. II wonder what he has been doing
all these months when have never even
heard his name. I wonder If he will be
friendly, as he was in NAV; or whether
our acquaintance must begin all over
again." = IT.. 's...-.'
Thus unused Catherine, not knowing
that her unconscious cordlality had awak-
\ened in Mr.. Borradaile sudden interest
in her. He remembered all in moment
hat before he had liked her; he remcm-
bered that the Eastwicks had spoken of
her with affection; he saw that she had
| pleasant face and winning manner,
| and he gave her more tn eughts than he
had given 20 any woman before-but
! one.
Perhaps Mrs. Eastwick manGuvred a
little, or perhaps the two naturally drew
together; anyhow, as days went on, they
became inseperable. Idle George Bora
dale contrived to spend all his time Mt
Eastwick, Catherine quito deserted her
aunt, and no one was surprised when
called upon for congratulations on what
every one considered most desirable en-
gagement.
"Some time, Catherine, must tell you
the story ofmy former love, which seems
| to me now as it must have been wears
ago." said George, one day.
| NSOyoo firoo pnrho no r ,>,or u,;oh IN
hear it but not just now;'' answered
Catherine, jealous for her new happiness,
and the subject rested. Eff
The wedding was to take place in May,
and, by Mrs. Eastwick's desire, was
to be from her house, where Catherine
stayed for some weeks beforehand, and
George was welcome guest.
One warm May morning the lovers
strolled together in the garden. Gather
inc was happy, and Georges mind was
full of memories. MI ...... .
"Catherine," he said, presently, "this
morningI must tell you that love-story
of mine, of which you would never let
me speak. I want you to know it, and
it cannot hurt you now" -
"No it cannot hurt ne. Tell me-"
said Catherine with her hand on his arm.
"D0 you remember that morning, a
year ago, when you took letter Of mine
to post at Granthams That letter was to
have altered my life. It was to ask the
only woman ever loved--but you--to
run away from her father and mother
and become my wife. There was urgent
need of haste, for they were taking her
abroad, and with them was going the man
they wanted her to marry. She had writ
ten, beseeching me to help her and
planned it all, and wrote and told her.
planned the hour and place of meeting l
asked for word in reply, and it never
came; went to the meeting ace, and
she was not there-she was gone and from
that day to this have never heard from
her. In September she married the man
her parents wished. My poor little Mary I!
I often wonder what her life is now.
Catherine, what Is the matter9" for he
felt her grasp tighten painfully on his
arm, and turning, he saw white face
and trembling lips.
"Aary, did you says Not Lady Mary
Eldon9'
"Yes, dear. what of IT.
"George, will you forgive mel l did
not guess-1 never knew; it was only
when I came back here IN November
that found I had left letter in my
pocket that day, l found it there. I
had never seen your writing them did
not know it was yours. thought it was
too late to do any good by speaking of
it, and burnt itjust as it was. It was
directed to Lady Mary Eldon."
GATHERINGS agonizcd eyes watched ev-
cry look which passed over his face--an-
ger, sorrow, pity, but there was not even
glance at her.
"George!" she cr1ed at last, unable
any longer to bear his silence.
Then he turned and gravely kissed her.
''The passt is dead and buried, Cath
crime, and my sorrow lies with it. Dear,
do you remember that tomorrow is to be
our wedding-dayG' 49,
|. A countryman, on ferry-boat the 9th
er night, put cigar into his mouth, and
gentleman who was sitting next to him
handed him a lighted weed. The country
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