The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1886-05-14
lis llanc, watches the skaters on the lake be-

LIS llllli, watches the skaters on the lake be-
low.
He cen see them quite plainly, for they
have chosen place on the ice quite close to
the foot OF tue terrace steps. Tie sunshine
still lies golden ON the brown woods, on the
snowy lawns, on the spell-bound water
Lady Gladys wears dress of black velvet,
trimmed with light-colored fur, and fur
cap. The sharp fresh air and exercise have
frightened her cheeks she looks radiant
Cartwright is a clumsy skater. but Lord Heriot
skins over the ice like bird Lady GLADYS
skates as well rs he does, but she does not
seem to care about it to-day She very often
assumes the part of spectator. Cartwright
stays very much in her vicinity, and talks to
her good deal. Hereward wonders what
they are talking about He can hear their
voices, but be cannot distinguish the words.
But he thinks he can guess the purport of
Cartwrignts speeches. No doubt he thinks
the daughter uf hundred Earls is one to be
desired.
And Lady Gladys! Is she in love with
thirty thousand IL year? For it cannot be
that she likes this man, with his great white
face, his red wiliskers, his thick voice. But
she will marry him. And it is just like a
woman, lIcreward thinks, with exceeding
bitterness
For has not q woman-a simple, kitten
faced country girl--tllrown llim over for
fewer hundreds than Cartwri ;;llt has thou
sands! Did not Net;ie Blount promise to
love him for ever and ever, and did she not
break her promise before the year was out !?
He thinks of that letter which she wrote to him
for she was too great q coward to speaa tc
him face to face-and pities himself with a
great pity. He thinks of the last time he
,r-I,a fho,, kNl
she had made him promise to write to her
every day, and to wear q locket which she
had given him next bis heart. He had kept
his promise faithfully and honestly, writing
those letters between lectures, or when he
ought to have been asleep, and had worked
harder than any other fellow at College, for
her sake, and all the time she had been play
inc him false. Poor boy-poor fool! But
stern smile. The dead might as easily be
raised from their graves, alive and we'll, as
his old love recall the heart she had whistled
down the wind.
1t is q year since he has seen her, and for
most of that time he had been Nursing his
love into greater strength than it knew while
it still had hope 10 feed upon. But now he
has determined to put it down with high
hand-to trample it under foot-to bury it
out of his sight. He is determined to do this,
and he does not find it so very difficult to ac-
complish as he imagined it would be.
The pain has even a thrill that is not all
pain in it, kind of martyrs sensation not
altogether unpleasant.
So Hereward muses., with his elbows on the
table. Lady Gladys has taken off her skates
or allowed Cartwright to take them off, and
he has followed her example. They are
walking slowly up and down the terrace in
the snow, and he is talking eagerly. The
little Russian TERROR follows them, under
protest. Hereward finds himself wondering
whether Cartwright is hard hit. Lady Gladys
looks like person who could hit very hard
if she chose.