St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-08-09

would have accepted it cheerfully, but
this determination to refuse him con-
iiidence is irritating to him. Good
bye"
Goodbye" says Miss Bland, discreet
ly drawing back as he makes a move
ment towards her.
II shall see you this EVENING"" says
he eagerly.
Eyes. ANY hour after seven.n Is
there suspicion of malice in her soft
glance?
Seven o'clock is Ginning from the Or
molu ornament on the mantei piece of
the Dover house as he approaches it
later in the evening of the eventful day.
The windows lie close to the ground.
Up to this he has always made his exits
and entrances by these French win
dows, and now as he is in the act Of
stepping through them to the drawing
room beyond, his step is arrested by the
sound OF voice he knows.
"Well, do hope you are tired of this
masquerading," says somebody in a
lively tone Surely the possessor of
that lively tone can be nobody but Lady
Olivia Scarbanks. For girl who has
had all London at her feet for three
months, girl with rank. and money,
too, to decide on burying herself alive
in such savage regions as these is al
most more than the human mind can
grasp"
''l've liked it." says somebody else.
and undoubtedly it is the actress WHO'S
speaking this time. II was so bored
by-Ah! Mr.. Grandcourt. How dye
do? Let me introduce you to my aunt,
Lady Olivia Scarbanks."
eve have met BEFORE" says Olivia,
giving the young man, who seems rather
unequal to conversation at this moment,
a warm reception. He Is indeed, over
come by the manner of the younger
lady. Had she planned this revenge.
and is She'really not-not what he had
thought her. but
His soul sinks within him.
''And my niece, Lady Amanda. has
been telling me-" goes on Lady Olivia,
biandly, ''that you have been so good to
her. Have helped so effectually to de-
stroy the mOnotony of the country.
feel ought 70 be grateful for that, but
l am not.
Lady Amanda Beaudesert. Has she
not even confded in you, the naughty
girl? The fact is, Mr.: Grandcourt, my
niece is spoiled child All the world
OOhSN 0ONIl W IlN1 OCoOOIl anu OL1O
flung it aside, and after breaking a
dozen hearts or so decided OH hiding
herself away in some remote spot where
she was unknown and where this tire
some world could not follow her. She
wanted me to 90 into exile with her,
but | declined. So she took her old
nurse, Mrs Marks--her 'Mumpsey,' as
she calls herewith, her, and has been
vegetating Oh your property for quite
seven weeks"
Grandcourt turns passionate eyes on
the girl, who stands motionleSS, her
own eyes fixed immoyably upon the
carpet.
ut was cruel mistake" says Grand
BeaudeSertr' Even in this remote
country place he had read in all the pa
pers of that charming persons sue
cesses-the description of her gowns at
this party: of her presentation to her
majesty; of her enormous fortune, her
long descent; her beauty, that stood
alone, unrivaled among the mass of
debutantes who thronged the season
during the months of June and July.
And he, he had treated her as though
the hot blood surges to his brow.
at has been little comedy" said he
to Lady Olivia; 81 am glad to have wit
messed it. l will not longer disturb
your meeting with your niece. Good
bye" He gives his hand to Lady Oil
via, who is very cordial, and pausing
before Amanda the false" makes her
a slight bow. For moment their eyes
meet. In his the girl reads something
that speaks of an eternal farewell.
He has passed on, the hateful door
has closed behind him. If she lets him
go now she will never see him again.
This cruel certainty lends wings TO her
thoughts and her actions.
'Auntie moment" says she sharply.
81 had message for Mr.. Grandcourt. I
must deliver it. Stay here, | shall be
back in no time" She springs through
the low window, and running rapidly
across the short grass, comes up with
GrandcOurt just as he reaches the en-
trance gate.
She is painting from her quick run, her
hair is flying wild. her eyes are alight;
never before. perhaps, has she looked SO
lovely.
What did you mean by going away
like that?" cries she, motioning him to
follow her into a side path. "HaVe you
forgotten"
''That will do" says he violently.
''Have you not played with me enough?
Have | not acted the fool to perfection?
There is but one thing left to me, Lady
Amanda. to beg your pardon, and rid
you of my presence"
"Oh. no, don't go. Don't, don't, don't.
1t was wrong, [ know, but-Gerald
1t is the first time she has called him by
his Christian name, and Mr.. Grand
courts heart begins to beat with
fierceness that is almost painful
''Why should l not go?" says he.
CATER all that has passed between US.
do you think that | should have the i'm
pertinence to-to-There! have some
pity; let me go without further indig-
nifty"
''If you CO." cries she, standing back
from him and looking fairly into his
eyes, ''you will break my heart."
amanda"
Eyes. l don't care what you think.
You said you were willing to marry me.
when You thought l was Only-Only-an
actress; are you less willing to marry
now when you know me to be what
am? Oh, you should not have stolen
my heart all these weeks If you only
meant to throw me over at last.'
ION, darling, darling"
swell, what is the good of your call
ing me that if you won't make friends
with me? Gerald, do, do you love me as
you loved me this morning"
Unconsciously she moved toward him,
and in another moment she was lying
in Mr.. DancOurt's arms.