Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1891-08-28


passonately, more wounded by the light
ness Of her companions manner, than il he
had shown deep feeling; it was rs though
he had schOoled himself to cynical callous-
ness.
Darrell started violently and the blood
mounted to his very brow. lie paused
fully minute before he could speak, while
lima quickly walked on ahead Of him 10
hide the tears In her eyes and the CULVER
ing OF her lips. A few strides brought
Sir Philip to her side, aud he laid bis hand
on her arm.
"Miss Costello" he said, "pray forgive
me. l hardly know what TO say to apollo
gize enough for having panied you. 1t
never occurred to me that what 1 said
could affect any one more than il does my
self; / forgot that you are not callous
man, but sensitive girl. VIII you par
don my houghtlessnessr'
"There is nothing that needs forgive
ness" answered lima, looking up into his
dark handsome face, which was earnest
enough now. 81 cannot help feeling sorry
that you feel as you have said, and 1
should always feel sorry if YOU never
spoke of it again"
"Would yOuP-and he gazed SO intent
ly into the girls face that her eyes fell and
her color rose.
Thus recalled to himself, Sir Philip re-
moved his hand, which had till then rest
cd on Ilma's arm, and he turned aside,
biting his lip. For the next live minutes
lac did not speak, walking on silently by
the girls side, aud she, her young heart
bleeding for HIM dared not say more, aud
she did not even venture to look ut him.
Sir Philip spoke again presently, but on
different subject, asking lima if she rode.
She answered
"Yes, like an Indian"
"Then we must have some riding par
ties" said Sir Philip. "All of your cous-
ms ride well, l know; and there are some
splendid rides round here. A good gallop
over Connaby FEELS would bring roses to
your checks, though they would not last,
suppose
lima smiled; but she did not choose to
say that she could not ENJOY that pastime,
as her aunt did not keep riding horses, and
her cousins had only those which they
themselves rode. Sir Philip however di-
yned the position ut once, and added
''But perhaps your cousins have no spare
horscl"
"They have not, know" answered IL
ma; ''but dare say my uncle would let
me have one If asked him."
"That would never do; all the good
weather will be gone before you can hear
from Canada. You must let me give you
a mount. Don't deny me; 1t would be
such pleasure; and there are beautiful
horses in my stables eating their heads of,
as the groonls say. You shall make your
choice on Friday"
"You won't let mo refuse. Then how
shall / thank your" said the girl. al
shall go just wild to be on horseback
again."
"'Just wild,' you American laughed
Sir Philip, hiding deep feeling under a
light tone. "Well, you have thanked me
for what is, after all, u selfish act"
"You mean because you like TO give en-
joyment? But that isn't selfish" returned
lima; for selfish people don't have pleas
ure in other peoples Happiness"
"Ah, you are metaphysical! We must
dismiss the subjcst," said Sir Philip
quickly, and, with some embarrassment,
which lima was delighted TO perceive;
for Sir Philip, she felt certain was not ca
silly dislodged from hiscitadel Of self-pos-
session.
Dark Darrell, with all his courtlincss,
was the reverse of a ceremonious person.
age; and so he followed Ima's lead up
lit NNlldNN-9ANPo anu HANHNhbNN hAhnNAA
through the open window of the morning.
room before the astonished Sabines.
They were all there except Roland, in
search of whom lima instantly sped away,
and they greeted Sir Philip warmly. lie
speedily explained how lima came to be
with him, aud in what manner he had been
introduced 10 her.
Meanwhile lima had found Roland bust
ly engaged in the repair of some fishing
tackle in his study, ii an apartment only
devoted to sporting literature and imple-
ments deserved the name; he looked up,
and his whole face frightened as his beau
tiful young cousin fastened to his side.
"Well catamount," said Roland, Gazing
her hand and kissing her, 'were you sent
for me, or did you come of your own NC
cord.'
"of my own accord; though I have
come to fetch you to see--whom do you
think? Dark Darrell himselfr'
ale here" said Roland in tone that
did not betray much pleasure.
''Yes; and he came with me. He break
tasted with us this morning, and Roland"
added lima, tossing up her hat and CATCH
ing it, ''he is just the lhcest fellow l ever
met"
"Oh, of course ~ said Roland, laughing;
DuI the laugh, lima Thought, sounded
forced. "Girls are bound to worship
man who looks like u picture, though he
doesn't do much more in the world than
if he were u picture. lie might be the
foreigner he looks for all that he is among
his own tenants or cares about them"
"That's not my business" and lima
flushed u little-the girl was quick-tem-
pered, and ever ready to resent injustice.
al don't think Cumberland peasants are
very nice people"
"You don't know anything about them,
my dear" said Roland; although / dare
say you know as much about them as OAR
rell does. Rough speech and manners
don't always near bad heart, any more
than suavity aud smooth words mean q
good one"
lima said no more, but descended with
her cousin to the mornng-room. The girl
went over to her aunt, aud watched from
beneath her sweeping lashes the meeting
between Roland Sabine and Sir Philip Dar-
rell. What difference there was be-
tween them! Roland seemed to belong to
another and lower order of beings than the
man of whom he had spoken with hardly
yelled contempt.