Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-07-01


 Anteet smile. Marjorie, not behind him in kindly thought for the lonely girl, walked into the drawing-rooms beside them, listening as Col Stuart talked to Lima, but waiting while she answered. And, Sir Neil seeing them, joined them with a pleasant eagerness.
 "As she was obliged to come in again, Miss Marjorie" said Col. Stuart, when they moved away, after lingering little with Lima and Lady Athelston, "I thought might come to you"
 |" You are always kind" replied Mar
 "Poor c6ildl It would have been kinder to have left her with you there. |"
 "It is odd how one girl can find pleas ure in hurting the feelings of another, isn't ?" asked Marjorie, the question really grave and anxious.
 "tt is odd how any one can find pleas ure in hurting the feelings of any one, " he answered, smiling.
 And the bright color rose in Marjorie's checks, and her eyes flashed, because she gave his words meaning which he had never intended.
 In one of the distant recesses of the inner drswing-room Louisa Castillain sat bending over book; while Eustace 9SlIE0Y. Ou Q bchb UOhlll0 IlCE, hUA 1ShH- ing toward her, as if he, too, were intent tone. For Q long time they had been passed within sight thought how deeply interested they must both be in the plates before them. There was @ move ment among the brilliant ittls crowd in the other drawing-rooms, and Louisa rose slowly and let her companion take the book,
 "Then you will manage that" he whispered, his eyes carelessly following his hands as he very deliberately and unnecessarily moved other things on the table to make room for the book he put down. "While we stay here you will make and take your opportunity for per suAding Lady Athelston to write to what eyer address Miss Chester gave her, and I think che will find that all Is not as 1t should be-"
 "Poor Lady AthelSton [" sighed Lou isa, with an unconscious smile of cruel jealousy; "shs shall not be imposed upon if I can prevent it."
 "You can ct least prevent its being continued" insinuated Jeffrey, blandly; "And you are, know, anxious to do so, as you are anxious to do all kind things. Ny help will he only of slight service to you, Miss Cassillain, but surely you know how happy it always makes me to assist in anything you undertake"
 "Then you leave it to me to get this letter written?" showing plainly the pride and pleasure that his words had given her; " and, of course, without Sir Neil's knowledge s'
 "Of course without Sir Neil's knoyl- ad0a- 70 ha anaUara5 Y,1oEip~ af fort to speak as If it were of little im- portance, "and when the letter is ready, Miss Castillain, you will tell me. It will, at any rate, insure me another pri- vate interview with you," he added, peaningly; "and so you will give me the promiSe to cheer me up till then"
 Louisa gave it to him, smiling coyly grateful herself for any excuse for an other interview such as this had been, where they had one close interest in com mon, and where such whispered words were now and then exchanged. No re- grst for the treachery that had been whispered. hovered in the thoughts of either as they separated that night; only 9 mean and cruel satisfaction that their plans were mutual, as far as they could safely see to form them.
 With ready smiles and gentle kisses, Louisa Castillain hovered about Lady Athelston in her roem that night, whis- pering sympathetic words, which yet had power to stir up strange, uncom- fortable doubt and mistrust in Lady Athelston's bewildered mind, and took Louisa on with steady steps toward the realization of her wish.
 "I will leave it now until another time," she thought to herself, smiling still.
 Then she kissed "dear Lady Athel. ston" again, and vent with gay step to the room which Marjorie shared with der. HOW that the house was SO full.
 "Asleep already I" she muttered, glan0ing Gharply into her sisters face half buried in the clothes. "She laughs and Ohatters all day long, then falls Asleep like baby. And particularly wanted to speak to her before I rang. Marjorie r"
 "Dont apostrophize over my pros- trate form like feminine Mark Antony" said Marjorie, opening for moment the big brown eyes that looked suSpiciously sleepless. "You can preach tomorrow. Goodnight"
 And Naf5orie drew the clothes still higher over her ears, yet tried ineffectu- ally to shut out her sisters running fire of reproof, then of advice, then-worst of all to MArjorie-of sarcastic comment on the solitary girl who, far away in an- other wing of the house, sat at her win dow, thinking, thinking, thinking" while the moon rode slowly over the grand old gloomy hills.
 CHAPTER xI.
 But the other ladies have promised. Do come, Miss Chester. Why should mt you? The drag will be round at 12, and we shall meet you in the birch cop pice for lunch. Don't be the only one to disappoint us, Miss Chester"
 Sir Neil Athelston, in his yelveteen shooting-coat, his felt hat in his hand, and his face growing angry in its eager ness, fingered in his mothers room, while the gentlemen gathered in the hall below, and wondered why he did not come,
 "You will come, Miss ChesterP" he persisted, needing not an atom whether his mother heard his entreaty or not. Promise me-"