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and uneXpeCteQ-lOr Wno uds oe1IeI
right than Kenmore?
aAnd you were here, and heard dy-
ing cry?" she asks Of the old man, awe
in her eyes, and her light clasp tighten
ing on Edgar's arm.
3'Deed was !, Lady Oo!ava," answers
Kenmore, in tones of solemn joy; Il was
wac at hert for the brave man that had
drowned at our very doors, as l thought
-ay, an for her that mourned sac Bit
terly." He paused to contemplate
proudly the quick blush that dyes his
lady's downcast face, and the 1mpas-
stoned look Of her lover; "I had neither
broken bread nor slept for sorrow an
shame at the. evil I had borne In my
mind against him afore his death. An
sac ! wandered up an wandered dooE
among the lonely rocks night an day;
an that night cast me doom at the lit
o. this cliff wa; an syne heard weary
sigh, and it was at my very ear; an l
looked to see the mortal that was in such
sair trouble; an then my blood creeped
backward an the hairs O. my head stood
up, for wot it was ghaist! Doom on
nv knees I fell, an called on Gcd for
deliverance; an my voice rang through
the rocks like trumpet; an what
should answer but an eerie voice ahint
the cliff wa'-'Kenmore! Kenmore!
Gamma win ootr an it was the voice OF
him l thocht dead an gone, yet l be.
lieved it g. at once, an 'maist graf wa
sheer Joy! an syne saw pale hutter-
In thing creepin' DOT through this
Granny where the burnie triclles oot,
like a white bird flutterin' from it's
prison cage, an I caught it. an my
heart was like to burst, it was sac thin
an wounded! for it was his hand, that
same hand ye hold between your ain
bonny silken anes-" but he may as
well close his story here, for his proud
Lady Oolava is holding her lovers hand
to her bosom, and is bathing 1t with
kisses and tears, III an agony OF pity
and love. :,
And then they both turn to the old
man, who is standing with barred head
and wrapt senses, as il he was in church;
and each one takes one Of his horny
hands, and four eyes beaming with
youths loveliest emotion, pour gratitude
upon him.
"And you will not grudge your Colava
to the unwecome Englishman any more,
will your" pleads Edgar. with smile.
aCome with US and see for yourself how
hard I shall try to make her life q noble
and happy one" -.
aAh, tits not Arden O. Inchcape that
leal Kenmore should misdoubt" says
the old man, proudly; @you are not in
the list with that dell Colonel @ che
1.-the and poisonous tongue, wha brought
q curse on Inchcape which only you
could lift! May heavens fairest bless
ings attend this day; may the sun ever
shine for it, may no dool or wac e'ef
darken the day that gave my bonnie
young lady to the bravest an best In
England"
And as the blessing rolls out in the
fine old Highlander's full tones, the
gracious young pair bend their heads to
receive it
Yet hush! What Is she saying now,
this dear Oolava, adored from the first
hour her tender, true face ever smiled
in bleak Sleatna- Vrocken?
She has twined her snow-white little
hands about the old mans arm, and Is
pleading in a half whisper, the tears
standing in her glorious eyes.
aAnd you will come with US, and be
my own kenmore still? All, do not say
no! For to you l owe my Edgar and
his love-and I will love you always"
Never will Stafford forget the coming
home of Lord Inchcape with his long
lost wife and daughter. Some vague
hint of wronged innocence and . fuu
vindication at last had leaked out, and
gentle and simple were longing to get
back the beloved Lady Of Inchcape Fosse
and to see the splendid womanhood OF
Lord Inchcape's daughter, who had left
them child.
But when the proud announcement
was made that Lady Ulva was to marry
the heir, their own popular idol, enthu'
siasm rose to its height; Fluctuations
were showered upon the noble pair from
every quarter.
But none were so sweet to Ulva a.
Loveday Dellamere's, for the regal
beauty from the north and the sun
bright sprite with the golden tresses
had but to gaze into each others true
eyes to love in very truth forever
And my Lord Inchcape was reinstated
in his lofty place and once more served
his country we'll and wisely. But twas
noted that he never would leave his lady
behind wherever his duty might send
him; his Engelonde must ever be walt.
ing for him after each days care and
toll to charm away his WEAKNESS, and to
keep him in sweet remembrance Of that
oft forgotten truth that Gods planning
of mans day gives time for conjural
happiness as well as for daily labor.
He never felt too weary or too preoc-
cupied to converse with Lady 1nchcape,
for love made her presence balm for
every earthly i'll.
So they buried Richard Accrington
with great pomp and ceremony, and
half the country were there to see the
last of the splendid stranger who was
to have given such gallant battle to
Arden Of Inchcape for the pleasure OF
representing them.
And though the whole throng admired
the magnifcence Of his last appearance
on the worlds stage and extolled his
genius and wealth, there was no tear
sned for Richard Accrington, save that
one drop, bitter as gall, which slowly
rolled down the mahogany cheek OF
Admiral Archerfeld when he took his
last look Of the stern, inscrutable face
living in the coffin, for to this simple, fond
sailor the ex-attache had seemed every
thing that is most to be proud OF, and to
discover him man without honor-thas
wrung the honest hearJ Of the old sea-.
dog for many day.
Hush! there may have been one other
being who could weep for lost Richard
Accrington-one who loved and betrayed
him and who had suffered deeply from
his vengeance, for death blots out many
black records, and a woman's love lasts
forever.