The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-10-20

| low door blowed upoil lt sturdy piust which soon brought to the cottage few servants and helpers from the ad- jacent hills and fields.
 neither disclosed my true character nor my full name. Cor was still sore upon the subject of my trifiing legacy. I simply told them was a student. rambling for a little among the Lake country mountains, in love with their people and their ways. had money to pay for all favors asked and for the present, plain MT. Robert would an- swer for my name
 To these simple souls 1t mattered not i what had come for, nor how long l | might remain; and as my host conduct ! ed me to my room and showed me with pride his ancient dwelling, I found my self repeatedly studying his imposing figure and typical Umbrian face. He was more than six feet in height, and as he moved about the large. low rooms his head just escaped the huge oaken beams of the ceiling. His hair was soft, sllken and bountiful; fiaxen where the silver had not yet come; and with his full fine beard 1t suggested a strain of the old Morse blood. His fore head was high. wide, white. Ills eye brows were bushy, but fine and fiossy, above large eyes of lustrous light blue. deep set, steady and almost mournful in their gaze The nose was strongly cut, truly classic; and the mouth was large. but characterful and firm. This sort of head set upon 0 huge and perfect frame. stout as the timbers of his centuries-old habitation, gave It's owner, who looked straight at you and made you, despite yourself, look straight at him in return. a strange seeming of dominance and power: and I remember that the thought flashed over me then: What struggle two such men as David Bamthet and porter Bob, locked In deadly embrace, would make!
 saw little of Betty that day. but the few glimpses I caught revealed a re- markable figure and face. I was struck with her splendid stature and a certain manner of movement, full of physical fire and force, which beto- kened tremendous latent energies.
 All this was no less impressive than her face. It was the image of her fathers, firmer and finer molded in the lines of woman's perfect counte- nance. Had 1t not been tinged with sadness 1t would have been almost di- vinely radiant. Had 1t not been a peasant woman's face, a sculptor would have chosen 1t to show the pla- l oiI nd oaly of and tell the illimitable heroic grandeur of Zenobia.
 Form and face stirred me as I had never before been impressed by wo- man; not once with the emotions of love, but by an nexpressible compass sion ever commingled with something akin to awe.
 l cannot now tell how well I con- cealed these emotions. For the time they swept all else-my calling, my friends, my future even the petty in heritance which had covertly brought me to the Umbrian hills-completely out of my existence.
 If there be any manner of hypno- tism so subtle that swayer and swayed are unintentional and unconscious of its existence and influence, and yet which holds the subject in gossamer bonds, as firm as steel, this innocent maiden was that unconscious master and I as unconsciously her other self.
 Like two children we roamed among the gorges and the glens, climbed the giddy scars and bikes, loitered by lakes and streams, penetrated unknown cav erns, rested beside thunderous water. falls, clambered along the slippery sides of tumultuous forces and ghylls, raced among the heather of the cloud kissed heights, or saw the red sun sink in his flaming pillows beyond the pur bling peaks within the Irish sea, heed less of hour or time or weather; while the Umbrian father and mother smiled and dozed by their door in the sum- shine, or dozed and smiled in the great room beside the firelight; happy only in the gentle influence which now brooded upon the spot and their own dreams of the nearing days when "th' three gradley pleaces" should be one. But all such idyllic hours must have an end.
 More than three of the four weeks of Betty's grace had come and gone. The Continued on Page Six.)