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the little chubby hands almost brought
the tears into my eyes. He looked so
tiny, 80 helpless, SO dependent on 9TH
ers. I am half ashamed to tell you
what debut must tell you, Lean.
All at once it seemed to flash upon me
that it was my own little brother who
lay there, my fathers son; and / knelt
down by his cradle-side. took his
two tiny hands in mine and swore, no
matter what came to pass, would al
ways be his friend. The child smiled
just as though he understood. After
that there is no fear that [ could ever
be jealous of'little Hugh
The girls arms we're laid round his
neck, and her lovely face dropped on
his shoulder.
cit was just like you, Ross" she
said = ''noblc-hcnrted and generous.
Some would be furiousy jealous, even of
such baby brother. shall love him
all the more now that l know you love
him."
Let us talk about you now, Lean.
Tell me how you are going to love me
while l am away, and how often you
will write to me. Come, sweet
heart, where the roses are blooming,
and tell me again you love me and will
be my wife,
The next day Ross left for Spain; and
all that he suffered in 50 leaving was
known only to himself.
CHAPTER VIII.
Three years had passed since Ross
Cumnor babe farewell to the home he
loved and the sweetheart who was all
the world to him. The three years had
brought but few changes to Larchton
Mere: The baby-boy had grown into a
fine, handsome little fellow, of whom
both parents were passionately fonda
child who might have sat for model
of cherubic beauty; he had cheeks like
damask roses and lips like cherries; he
had his mothers golden hair and blue
eyes; and she worshiped him as surely
mother never worshiped child before.
He could run and talk; he was adored
by the whole household, and loved by
every one who saw him, perhaps by no
one more tenderly than Sir Austen him.
self.
Three years had passed over Sir
Austen and had left him more indo-
lently happy than ever. He looked
younger rather than older. for his life
was one of uninterrupted happiness,
now that her ladyship had her own
way. Lady Cumnor was amiability it.
self; every hour he seemed to fall more
and more under her infuence-she, not
he, managed the whole estate. Lady
Cumnor was no indolent woman of
fashion; she had all the details of
management sat her finger-ends -
she did more even than Ross had done.
She answered all Sir Austen's letters
and kept his accounts. so that he had
even less to do than ever. In vain
Ross looked through his fathers's let
tiers to see if there was any word to
show how much he missed his services;
but there was none. How could there
be when her ladyship devoted herself
so indefatigably to him?
Lady Cumnor herself had grown
even more beautiful. She was nearing
the climax of her magnificent woman
hood; her hair was of deeper gold, and
her eyes of a deeper hue She had
done what she had vowed to accom-
olish-driven away the son of the dead
wife who had carried his mothers dark
beauty in his face. She had no more
to dread or to fear; she would see now
that her son reigned in his stead.
Three years had matured Leans
brilliant, Southern beauty. She was a
slender girl when Ross went away, and
now the magnificent promise of beauty
was fulfilled; the fresh, pure air Of
Larchton Mere had brought delicate
bloom to her face, her eyes were bright
as stars, and her face, still bearing the
rapt, spiritual look that Ross loved so
well, had gained wonderfully in ex-
preston. In three years she had
passed from girlhood to womanhood;
and every moment of that time her
love for Ross had increased. There
had been many long conversations be-
tween Sir Austen and Lean as to
Ross return and their marriage, where
they would live, and how her ladyship
would take the news.
One brilliant day in June Ross re-
turned. His three years of hard work
had been most excellently done. Sir
Austen was delighted beyond measure
at the result of his sons management.
$ You have increased the value OF
our property in Spain by at least ten
thousand pounds, Ross" he said to
him; "and that propose to settle on
Lean as pin-money, when you marry
her. Later on, when have recovered
little from the excitement of your re-
turn, we will talk about where you
must live. I told her ladyship yester-
day of your betrothal. She did not
seem displeased.''
Ross smiled. The fact of her ap-
proval or displeasure mattered little to
him.
The meeting of Lean and Ross had
been something they would both re-
member while they lived, and thew
could hardly even yet believe in their
own happiness.
On this bright June day Lady Cum
nor had sent out invitations for u small
garden-party. 1t so happened that on
the day before Lady Viola and Mrs.
Pitt had returned from an Italian tour.
There were many rumors of dark.
haired Neapolitan Prince, who was 50
passionately in love with sweet Lady
Viola that he had followed her from
Naples to the Manor House. Mrs. Pitt
was uieauAully perpleXeQ at us ARRIVAL,
but could not refuse him hospitality.
In vain she demonstrated with him,
and told him that her niece, having re.
fused him once, would not be likely to
accept him now.
Il am of the race, madam he said,
shat conquers all difficulties. Moth.
ing seemed more dif1icultto bring about
than the liberation of Italy, yet we
have accomplished it. Nothing seems
more difficult than for me to win Lady
Viola; but shall win her in the end,
you will see. Nothing can kill my love,
nothing can change it, and nothing can
lessen it, so that in the cud it must
VIM
II hope you are right, Prince" said
Mrs. Pitt; ''but doubt it very much. .
"Ny dear madam, we shall see, .
laughed the Prince. '.Give to me your
kind hospitality, and in few days we
shall see what we shall see! You will
let me 60 to the garden-party Of which
you speak, will you not, madam? And
if my Lady Viola is still proud and cold
to me, if she will have none of me, you,