The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-02-22


for the beautiful honey you cent me, and
the delicious cakes. Eanismore was
charmed with both, assure you, and so was
Master Pat. The girls are both very we'll,
and Julia will write in few days TO Helen.
Good-by for the present, dear Miss Drum
mond, and believe me 10 remain, always
your affectiouate and faithful friend,
''KATHERINE ENNIsNoRE."
This letter caused great pang of disap-
pointment in Helen's heart. Il put in such
a commonplace fashion the romantic
dreams and hopes in which she had been
INDUCING, and tue idea that she should
grlevious to her. But she said nothing TO
Aunt Margaret. She placed the letter on
the table by Miss Drummondis work
basket, and then left the room, and when
she returned it was gone.
But it had made her very unhappy. She
saw plainly that Lady Ennismore was de-
termined to end her acquaintance with
Roche, and that she had probably influenced
him to consent to this.
"They are keeping something back from
me-there is some reason, aud Aunt Mar
garet and Lady Ennismore both know it !"
reflected again and again, and this idea re-
manned settled in her mind.
No letter bad also arrived from Julia,
and Helen felt certain that Lady Ennis
more or Miss Sinclair had prevented her
writing. Altogether things looked very
dark to Helen when she started out for q
long walk the day after Lady Ennismores
letter reached Ardleigh, hoping perhaps that
bodily fatigue would deaden the sharp pain
that filed her breast.
On she went by bank and brae, scarcely
noticing the gray granite masses that she
passed, and the gray waters Of the loeb,
tinted by the heavy darkling clouds that
scudded before the wind. A stormy day,
with the snow lying on the mountain
peaks, and drifted into the deep riffs. But
Helen had been reared among the hills, and
knew the solitary tracks for miles and
miles round ArdIeigh. A favorite collie
dog and little black and tan terrier &C
companied her aud she needed no other pro-
lection. They ran bounding on before her.
but the collie invariably returned to her
side and looked with his intelligent eyes
lovingly into her face. A sagacious Great
ure this, devoted to his young Mistress and
who instinctively knew her heart was sad
and sorry, and was anxious ia express his
sympathy in mute and dog-like fashion.
Presently Helen seated herself on jut-
ting crag, and sat looking pensively down
at the gray mass OF water below. She was
still thinking Of Lady Ennismore's letter,
still dwelling on the idea that for some
secret reason she had been parted from
gravely beside her; Jack, the terrier was
hunting real or imaginary rabbit among
the farSe. Suddenly up jumped Ben with
warning Rrowl, and with ears and tail
erect. His acute sense of hearing had
caught the sound of an approaching foot
steep, and he considered it his duty to give
his mistress warning. But Helen was not
alarmed. She was accustomed in her
lonely rambles among the hills TO meet Mrs.
Cambelrs gillies; Mrs. Cambell being the
owner Of mnch of the property around
Ardleigh, and her aunt's lsndlady and
Helen was well acquainted with some of
these sturdy Highlanders, and their
families, who always had respectful word
and smile ready for the pretty girl whom
they had seen grow up from childhood.
She therefore retained her seat on the
granite crag, and a moment or two later a
figure appeared climbing up the steep ascent
below her. But instead of the stalwart
Celt that she expected, young, slender
man, in gray suit and gray cap appeared.
In moment Helen recognized him. It was
Francis Roche, and with a fast-throbbing
heart and crimson cheeks she rose to greet
him.
Roche, who saw Helen the instant she
rose, now advanced towred her snilingly,
and lifted his cap as he drew near.
This is good fortune" he said, as they
shook hands; 81 started this morning from
Oban in the hope of seeing you, and was
just on my way to call at Ardleigh."
al am glad you didn't, them" answered
Helen, hastily and nervously, because"
And then paused abruptly.
Did you not want TO see me again, Miss
DrummondT
"Oh, yes; 1t is not that" said Helen, in
confusion, ''but Lady Ennismore wrote to
my aunt and fancy"
did Lady Ennismore write to your aunt
about mem
eyes. a letter came yesterday, and, and in
1t there was some folly-aud she said she
hoped we would never meet again.
And did you hope this. Helenp asked
Roche, looking at her earnestly.
mo, no, certainly / did not; / am glad to
see you again; but Lady Ennismore hos
acteo SO very strangely"
"She certainly has; she said pretty much
the same thing to me in fact she asked me
TO forget you. but. Helen, could not do
that"
And he took her not unwilling hand.
They were a handsome pair, young and
foolish, standing Handicapped, on the wild
hillside, with their hearts full Of the
strange emotion which lifts US above all
sordid things. Roche knew very well he
was not acting wisely in thus seeking out
Helen; that he had not the means to sup
port wife, and that Helen probably was
penniless And Helen knew there must be
some strong reason why q woman like Lady
Ennismore should have acted as she had
done. Yet drawn toward each other by
an irresistible impulse-by a power strong
and beautiful, which for the time filings iGs
charm over everything around US. they for
got their doubts and fears-remembered
only the Joy Of the others presence, and
the keen seuse of their own youth and love.
"And you are glad to see mew said
Roche, In low tone, though she had al
ready told him this, looking down on the
girls handsome, blusdng, happy face.
Eyes, very glad" murmured Helen, with
downcast eyes.
"Julia Bingham told me something that
made me very happy" went on Roche.
And what was that" and for a moment
she looked up.
"She told me she did not think you
would ever forget me-is this true, HelenP'
There was little whispered YES" and
tAe next moment Roche had caught her ia
his arms and kissed her blooming face
Then no one shall ever part u.s. said
Roche, energetically. "For veal or woe,
Helen, will you pledge your faith to me?'
Again Helen Whispered .Yes,n and then
they sat down together on the lone hillside
and talked as lovers talk when their love is
young. What matter to them were the
biting blasts that swept around them, or
the darkeniDg clouds aboveg Were they
not near each other, and light and warmth
filed their hearts. They laughed aloud
when the wind nearly blew of Helen's hat,
and disarranged her bright hair; laughed