Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-07-02
THE ATHELSTONS;
VICTOR AND vANQU1sHED.
BY MARY CECIL HAY.

stanr to obey, yet evidently wishing tc tell him more. "Lady Athelston did not know the number of the house in Berkeley Square, so she sent for Miss Chester; and came away to-preVent the girl seeing me there. You said you thought it better that no one should recognize our part in this.
 II agreed that it was better, faR better, replied Jeffrey, with an empha- sis which would convey that he had only acceded to proposal of hers.
 Although our part is taken in simple kindness to dear Lady Athelston," re- sumed Louisa.
 "Yes," returned the tutor, promptly. "How did Miss Chester take it?"
 VI met her coming out of Lady Ath- eiston's room a few minutes ago-in fact, only as I came along here to meet Mar lorie," she answered, never guessing how he 6stected her untruth the mo ment it was uttered. "She always looks white enough, doesn't she? but never saw any face so deathly white as hers was then. I spoke to her, trying to judge how great her craven fear might be, and she really could; not answer me for time. Then, do you know, she spoke quite calmly. There is such a strange power in guilt, added the girl, innocently, ito cloak itself under 6 calm and indifferent manner. But could see her real terror, and knew what was meant when she complained of a horrible headache and said she was go- ing to her room. Of course I sympa- thized, and asked her to try to come | down, but she answered me in real panlc. She must lie down, she said; l she sometimes did have these severe headaches, and rest was the only thing to take them away. But don't believe, Mir. Jeffrey, that she ever had a head ache like this before-do you?"
 Jeffrey laughed, and then they sePa- rated-the letter in his pocket, and the whispered words of iattery ringing in her ears.
 The smile that fingered on her hps when she entered her own room angered Marjorie good deal; because it was, as the younger sister said to herself, the hypocritical smile which boded harm for some one. Marjorie, In her morning dress, was idly sitting before table in the bow-window, her chin resting on her hands and her eyes on the glowing sky above the hills.
 "You are a nice, sociable companion r said her sister, having waited in vain for her to speak. Cant you tell me some- thing about the afternoon instead of sit ting incoming there?"
 "Yes, could tell you lots of things, rejoined Marjorie, absently. "Of whom shall tell you frstP"
 "You lunched all together, of course, in the coppice?"
 "Yes, and ate an enormous luncheon, every one of us. I never saw Eustace Jeffrey so greedy or so gay" Louisa darted swift look into her sisters face, and her lips frightened viciously. But something in the ab. sent, far-away brown eyes Gin which the old drollery lurked) stopped the words that were coming.
 "She does it only to provoke me, Miss Castillain thought to herself, "and she shall not see that she has the power And Emily borden was in her seventh heaven, supposeP" she said, aloud.
 Seventeenth, I fancy. I could hard ly recognize her on the heights tc which the handsome tutors devotion led her."
 "And Sir NeilP" inquired Louisa with spiteful emphasis, "of course his devotion was for you alone ?"
 "Sir Neil is too polite a host to be stow all his devotion on one lady, how ever worthy" replied the girl, demurely 2 "Then Miss Chester had trihinG share, eh?" resumed Louisa, yswnine as she looked round on the preparation for her elaborate toilet.
 "You are always correct in your re marks" Marjorie said. "Why an un necessary interrogation at the end?'
 "And Col. Stuart" asked Louisa with keen, cold look into her sister face, "I suppose he paid marked atten S ton to Lady Athelston's companion, a d usual? If it were not that he is getting '" old, and is such thoroughly confirmed = widower (which is as ked as an olC bachelor), he would get laughed at fo his ridiculous attention to that girl" W "What good thing it must be to b getting old !" unused Marjorie, her eye still on the distant crimson of the sun set sky, her chin still resting on he warm, white hands.
 !, "His absurd conduct toward the gil le is, after all, though, no more absur than your behavior toward that petit - logging artist in Neither Lane," contir ued Louisa, with slow scorn. "Every body is remarking upon it. should nc like my conduct tobe spoken of as you1 K is now. And you make no secret of you 'n infatuation."
 "An artist, said Marjorie, with quit gravity, "may rank even with a piser daughter"
 "Even owning that artists, as a rul, rank with the aristocracy," replied Lol isa-"and you won't get the aristocrac to own it-such an artist as this woul not be included, Bah he is not wort calling an artist. He's e mere vag
 bond, and it was an insult to us for hil IS to have been introduced among us."
 "He never wished to be introduce
 among us, I'm sure," reioined Marjori
 uttering no depreciation of his talent
 as she had done to Lima. "We are n Y such gods and goddesses here in Hig
 shire. But, as I like him very much
 she added, her eyes taking their O
 laughter, as she rose and rang the be
 "and intend to woo him from his vae $. bond ways-'homeless, ragged d
 tanned VOW know-I hope you'll ma
 much of him, for your poor Eiste