The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1886-06-04

She loves though she never may see,
AS the sister remembers the brother,
So dearest. remember me.
''Remember me then, o remember,
My calil, light love!
Though bleak the blasts of Decent
Ny life may prove;
That life will, though lonely. be sweet,
II its brightest enjoyment should be
smile and kind look when we meet
And place in thy memory"
1t is impossible to know what daring
thoughts are in H;rewards mind as he sings
or whether he addresses tho words to either
of his listeners. If he does, it IS playing
with edged tools. But he does not apply the
words by any glance into blue eyes or black,
though both watch him us he sings. He need
only have raised his own six inches higher to
have met the blue one ; but he does not do
it-perhaps he dares not do it. But the song
has given both his listeners pain at the heart.
Miss Middleton imagines he is thinking of
Nettie Blount This would not have troubled
her had she not herself been thinking of
Netties brother He had said something
very like this to her at parting, though not
SO nice and quiet and resigned. AS for Lady
Gladys, she stands still in her place, looking
very much as she always looks and yet she
is heart-sick and weary of her life. She re-
members her lover also, her lover with his
little angry eyes and thick voice and injured
nose, and she hates the diamond that flashes
with every movement of her hand-hates her.
self for wearing it. But it is to save Kings
court, 1t is to keep in tact the honor of their
good old name. So she thinks, and throws
up her naughty head again and then the
song is ended.
They spend the evening at the piano.
Both the girls play, and Miss Middleton
sings. But Hereward will not sing again.
lie takes possession of the ruby-velvet otto
man and makes himself very comfortable,
and has his share of pleasure, as he promised
himself he would.
The music saddens him-music has always
had that effect upon him. But it is a sadness
without pam. He looks at Lady Gladys as
she plays; he can look at her unobserved
from his present position. Perhaps he has
taken it up for the purpose of Watching her
He can also hear her voice when she speaks
to her friend. Lady Gladys has the same clear
sweet voice which struck him in the Countess
| that first day he came to Kingscourt 1t is Il
vloce to listen to-a voice whose hghtest
word it is a pleasure to hear. He looks and
listens, and does not dream that he is doomed
Yet it is not certain that he does not dream
it. He wishes he had never fancied himself
in love. He wishes he had never written
those stupid, foolish letters, or received the
still more stupid replies to them. He wishes
that no locket with girls photograph in it
had ever reposed above his heart. He can
not exactly explain to himself why he wishes
these things, but that he does wish them
there is no shadow of doubt. He would give
much to be Sir Galahad, to have never felt
''maiden's kiss, or maiden's hand in his
And now his mental summing up, his re-
visionary musings, are all bent upon making
light of these experiences. A year ago he
magnitied them into giants of diSpair, now he
would fain diminish them into pigmies, un-
worthy of a second thought. He tells HIM
self triumphantly that he is perfectly heart
whole, at the very moment when he is in
greater danger than he ever was in his life
before.
He is sorry when the time comes for bed
room candles. He lights those belonging to
the girls, and gives them into their hands,
saying good night to each as he does SO.
Lady Gladys gives him her hand gravely,
and he takes it in very determined clasp.
But he does not hold it for an instant longer
than he holds Miss Middleton's perhaps not for
SO long. Then he goes down to the smoking
room, which is on the ground floor He has
but just lighted his pipe, and is standing on
the rug before the fire with the Doctor, when
one of the men-servants rushes into the room.
doctor, Doctor, you're wanting down at
the mill. Robert North has been shot at
again, and they've done for him this time,
sure enough"
Robert North !" cries the Doctor, luton
ing up his coat. ''Are you sure you're not
mistaken, Whitney? How did you hear?"
"Old hathaway has just come runnin' as
hard as his legs would carry him to say as
how he found him lynn dead III the wood"
Dead You don't mean to say the man
is dead!" cries the Doctor, aghast, and hur-
rying out of the room without waiting for an
| answer.
Dead rs a door-nail, done to death by
them rascally poachers. told him he was
mad to venture among them single handed,
but he was as obstinate as a mule"
"Where have they taken him r Hereward
asks He is also buttoning up his coat and
preparing to follow the Doctor.
''Into the mill" the man answers. and
Hereward dashes out into the darkness after
the rest.
CHAPTER XII