The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1886-06-25
them to arrest you!
"Why not? It will do me no harm"

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be sure of that"
81 am puzzled about that handkerchief. l
cannot think how it came there. How
could they have found it near the place
You did not give it to my brother until you
met him, near Kingsleigh ?"
''No; and then he hurried on to catch the
train. He certainly did not return" Here
ward stares at square in the carpet with a
perplexed look
How far from the-the place where
North was found did you give him the hand
kerchief ?"
IA good way-not twenty yards from the
stile leading out of the wood"
did you see whether he kept the hand
kerchief round his hand?"
He certainly did, till I lost sight of him.
could not see what he did when he had
crossed the stile."
81 cannot imagine how the handkerchief
got back"
"Nor can L I suspect it has been brought
| back"
"Just what I thought. But Mr.. Cart
wright denied that superstition"
Cartwright! Did he tell you this ?"
eyes have Just had an interview with
him. do not think he will come to Kings
court any more"
"Not come to Kingscourt? But how can
you send him away ?"
Every easily" Lady Gladys smiles a
little.
"But do you mean that you have broken
of your engagement"
| II do. / have broken off my engage.
| ment"
They stand looking at each other for
moment or two then Hereward turns and
~ IL aud 4 h.
His first feeling is one of unutterable Joy.
cause thing is to be attained which he can
| never attain makes his head sink and the
light die out Of his eyes. But for an instant
| he has been in paradise.
Mr.. Hereward," Lady Gladys says, very
gravely. II cannot allow you to suffer all this
npleasantness-to call it nothing more-for
my brothers sake. It must not be. Mat
sesH are growing too serious. II was differ.
ent before. Then il could not have harmed
you-now there may be danger"
LADY Gladys" he answers, just a.
gravely. "Do you wish me to take the con-
| sequences ?"
She thinks of the poor wretched boy who
must suffer if he does not she thinks of her
mother, to whom it will be death-blow !;
trampled in the dust.
GLOW can say that do not? The al
tentative is SO terrible that cannot think of
it But you-you! It is horrible for you.
No, cannot ask you to suffer for him"
II do not suffer for him."
''You suffer that he may escape"
81 am willing to bear the worst that can
come upon me- and swear to you that
| shall reveal nothing-absolutely nothing.
But you must tell me that you wish me to
do So"
He has stopped again before her. The
dark eyes meet the blue ones in long, long
look. His face is inscrutable-she can get
nothing from it-nothing but stern determi-
nation. She clasps her hands and wrings
them together in wild indecision.
''Will you be able to do 1t ," she asks,
turning to him at last with an agonized
face.
"If I say will do it. you need not fear
for my strength"
"Oh, how hard it is How hard it i"
| she means, turning away again.
ut need not be so hard. I do not mind
wish to do it."
His voice is very gentle she looks ct him,
half relieved, half remorseful.
"But it is terrible! 1t is terrible for
your"
It is not terrible. Have you de-
cidcd?"
ooh, We're, what you have cost me! Yes,
have decided. But hate myself, hate
myself! And you must hate me !" she cries,
little wildly.
II do not hate you, Lady Gladys"
Something in his voice makes her look ct
him again.
"You must, you must 1t is horrible of
me. But when I think of my mother
when think Of that unhappy boy! For
| their sakes-"
81 do not do it for their sakes. do it for
yours"
| He speaks tho words calmly and deliberate
| ly, looking straight into her eyes,
"For mine! But why should you do any
| thing for my sake?"
because love you. Because love you
better than my life"
'Love mel" Lady Gladys echoes, bewild-
cred.
Eyes. Did you not know?"
81 did not know How could know2"
She has turned away, and leans her arm,
upon tho back of the chair before her and
her head upon her hands. Heroward re-
sumes his walk up and down the room. So
they remain, she with her face hidden, he
| with his arms folded and his head bent,
while the little clock on the chimney piece
ticks on and on, second after second, minute
after minute.
'Lady Gladys, are You angry with me ?"
| He has come to her side, and no speaks
gently, looking down at her with very
| grave face.
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