The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1892-04-27

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tractive as she is, would help Claud TO
begin new life and new love. But
have never been happy about the mat
ter; and / see plainly that Claud cannot
forget" atf
"You have all behaved cruelty to Miss
Villiers," said the chaplain uncompro-
misingly. IF this story is hushed up
before marriage it is sure to come out
afterwards. And if judge Adeline
Villiers rightly she is woman who
would suffer acutely under the blow OF
such disclosure. Besides this ill-used
girl may reappear?" '-
81 have thought of that" Seaward
answered sadly. "And yet l fancied
that she would not live long after
Clauds desertion. Hers was the kind
of beauty that one always associates
with early decay" 81
Then she was very beautifully"
Would you like to see her portraitg'
! said Aylstone. 81 made study Of her
head" -,
The chaplain assented, and Seam
led the way upstairs to the studi6.
Then he turned up the lamps. and
went TO corner where two or three
unframed pictures were leaning against
the wall
81 always meant TO put her into
group" he said. 'T had an idea in. my
mind, but l never carried II out, and
then she disappeared; and somehow
have never cared to look often at this"
lie turned the canvas to the light, and
showed pure delicate face. and soft
mass Of golden hair, in which was q
spray of jessamine. Only the head was
finished; some filmy drapery Sgathered
loosely round the shoulders, was put In
with few careless touches. But IL was
a life-like countenance that looked back
on the gazers with beautiful melancholy
eyes and faint smile.
81 have not flattercd her in the least"
remarked Seaward, and then, without
further comment, he carried the picture
out of the light, and put 1t gently down
in the corner once more. Only this
time the face was not turned towards
the wall.
They went downstairs and parted
somewhat gravely in the hall.
ION Saturday afternoon" the chap
lain said, Il will bring Miss Winfield"
He went out into the London night,
and Seward returned TO the freside
and meditated, until the warmth and
quietness drew him away into dream
land In sleep he saw the fair face
lowering near another, whose richer,
darker beauty was always in his walk
ing thoughts. And II seemed to him
that the golden-haired woman looked
at him with mute entreaty as II pray
ing that the brown-eyed girl might have
happier fate than her own. ts
He woke up suddenly with two lines
of an old song ringing in his ears, and
and thenh remembered that the man
who wrote that song was resting some
where under the green grass Of the old
Savoy churchyard. He went up to his
room with firm step and resolute
heart, singing George Wither's we'll
known words in an undertone:
"If she love me, this believe.
Iwould die ere she should grievo.r
Seaward Aylstone had gone regularly
TO the chapel on Sundays for years. He
belonged TO the crowd of deep thinkers
and earnest brain-workers who gath
cred round Mr.. Sidney, and found rest
and refreshment in his teaching. There
was freshness and quietness in the
chaplain's sermons; his voice guided his
hearers TO the green pastures and still
waters Of life, and Seaward, who was
an eager toiler, spending himself on his
art. felt the good of this restful infiu-
ence.
One day he saw Olive among the con-
grcgation and followed her, as we have
seen, to her own door. Other Sundays
came, and he saw her again and again,
and he longed TO speak TO her and know
her, And then he opened his mind TO
the chaplain.
Mr.. Sidney already knew something
OF Samuel Wake, and had gone TO the
booksellers house and talked TO Olive