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said Edgar's eyes, "your own sweet
heart"
ave have not shown MI. Edgar Sleat-
na-Vrecken from the sea-, said MIR. Sir
combe, goaded by that too eloquent
glance, to interpose his word, at the
risk OF provoking one OF Lady Inch
cape's involuntary icy looks "Ihe
water looks so calm this afternoon that
I am sure it would be an agreeable time
to row round the isle And Kenmore, ]
know, is disengaged.
AS he said this rather eagerly, Edgar
could not help gazing curiously at him,
and specializing as to how far mutual
sentiment might carry these two towards
becoming accomplices to get him away
from Sleat-na- Vrecken.
Kenmore and Sircombe, banded to-
gether against the unwelcome guest,
might very possibly proceed to take high
ground to get rid of him, might even
carry him of. in spite OF his remon.
sGrances and land him on the Scottish
coast
Edgar laughed at himself for thii
wild fancy; yet Sirconbe was strangely
pale.
,Ulva's thoughts few to Kenmore and
his vengeful threat, and, womanlike,
she did not laugh the fancy away. She
objected to the trip.
aToo cold for an invalid" said she.
"Merely bracing," smiled Mr.. Sir.
combe. Il am sure Mr.. Edwar is not
afrafd?" and he aarted a taunting glance
at him.
Poor Edgar! that settles it.
afraid of what, or of whom?" asked
he, haughtily, and so little did he relish
the taunt that he did not even invite
Ulva to be ono Of the party, lest Sir
combe should think he meant to shelter
himself from possible unpleasantness
behind her presence. And she waited,
wondering and disappointed, to be
asked, and could scarce endure to see
him go without her.
Mr.. Sircombe disappeared to make
the requisite arrangements with Ken
more.
Edgar seized the opportunity to ask
Ulva to walk part of the way down the
cliff with him; and so, with sweet,
kind smile and "bon voyage!" from Lady
Inchcape, they started.
Oh, first love! what sweetest poet
ever could paint you sweet or pure
enough?
They wandered down the precipitous
pathway; they were soon out OF sight OF
the Tower; then the way grew sleeper,
and what could be do but take her little
hand and nestle 1t on his arm to sup.
port her9 And when, with whirr and
q triumphant bird-scream Ulva's little
pet lark dropped down from heaven
into her bosom, and she covered it with
her. lovely hand and called it her dar-
ling, true heart, her little constancy-
what lover could have resisted the ex-
ouisite delight of uttering the words
that filled his heart?
@That happy bird!" murmured Edgar.
dreamily. "A thousand times a day /
envy him. Our stories are so like each
other at first; you saved both our lives,
and we both return you our whole souls,
full of gratitude-and love- But you
have taken the bird to your heart and
"And you must not quote unknown
authors on steep path, interrupted
Ulva, at last finding presence OF mind
to stop the passionate words, without
owning that she understood them. She
had grown worry pale and the tears were
in her eyes, but she smiled for all that,
anA he was actually deceived. AS she
ran on few steps with her lark flying
hE her shoulder, Edgar almost cursed
himself FOR The mad impulse which had
caused him so to forget duty and honor.
He looked so pale and grieved when at
last she turned round, that her heart
swelled with sudden tender remorse,
and she went back, and laid her bird In
his hands, very trustfully; then moved
off and gathered little knot of blue.
bells and white heather, which she
offered him next
"You must fasten 1t into MY coat for
me, then; you see both my hands are
engaged in forming a nest for True
Heart" said he, almost humbly, for his
conscience smote him again.
They stood to perform the operation,
two happy, absorbed young creatures,
tasting for the first time the most deli.
cious draught this earth has to bestow.
They had reached the base OF the cliff.
and We're in the edge of thicket of the
hardy Scotch fir which girdled the rude
peak; still further down, but invisible
from their position, the few huts clus.
tered on the edge of the beach.
Ulva's wide sleeves fell back as she
raised her lovely arms to fasten the wild
flowers on his breast, and as she threw
back her head, her deep, velvety eyes
looked up,Yard-the most beautiful, the
most dangerous look woman's eyes can
give; while her milk-white throat and
all the melting undulations of her sump.
tuous bust were seen in their most fas.
cinating attitude.
Edgar stood motionless as a statue,
and pale as one, till visible tremof
shook him. Then these words burs,
from him:
SILVA! Ulva! If / cannot win you fo,
my wife, my life will be a curse t. me!'
She started from him with a stifed
eIy, and stood off, gazing wild-eyed al
him, like some beautiful, startled Great
ure too proud to fly; all her womana
pride was up in arms against this alb.
rupt, unceremonious wooing. and heI
blood fred-the blood of the ancient
Inchcapes, that never brooked insult.
"I-fear-you--have- mistaken the
-person." gasped she, word by word,
for, With all her wrath, something seem.
cd to be wringing the blood out of heI
heart and to be turning the
whoe world sad and dull
@Ah! Do not lcok at me with that ex-
torture mel" cried Edgar,
In passionate grief. II deserve your in
dignation for daring to speak Of love,
without Lord Inchcape's permission
gained first; but I do not deserve your
scorn and loathing; oh, no, sweet Ulva,
no."
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