The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1897-02-05

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with every gust of the chilly wind. But
the coy library of Ashleen House pre-
sented a striking contrast to the dreary
scene without A bright fire blazed
cheerily in the wide old fashioned CRATE
and played on the faces of the occupants
of that delightful room, where high
japanese screens kept out the drafts and
warm plush curtains draped the tall,
old fashioned windows, 1t was scarcely
o'clock. but the daylight was waxing
very dim outside. helped thereto by the
heavy rain clouds.
AS Captain Gordon watched the bean.
tiful face Of his companion and hostess
bent over her work sudden, Short i'm
patient sigh escaped him, and he turned
his head restlessly amid the cushions of
the couch OH which he lay for, although
he was more than convalescent, he liked
| to indulge in some of the remaining
privileges of invalidism which had
chained him TO that sofa for some time.
How lovely was the perfectly chiseled
face opposite him, and how serene, how
coldl Would nothing ever shake that icy
serenity? he wondered rather bitterly as
shading his face with his hand. he let
his eyes devour every feature Would she
never guess the mad, wild, unreasoning
love he bore her?
AS he lay watching her his thoughts
went back with leap to the day he had
first met her He had not long rejoined
the headquarters of his regiment at Bal
ly Mahon, as he had previously been in
charge of detachment elsewhere, and
it was at garden party he had first
seen her He and several of his brother
officers had driven over to Ashleen to-
gether, and from the moment he had
been introduced to her-tall, slender,
beautiful-at the first glance of her
glorious, serene, gray eyes, it seemed to
him he had worshiped her. They had
exchanged the usual commonplaces, he
had walked by her side round the
grounds, and he had got her an ice.
Nothing very romantic, but every detail
of that afternoon stood out wildly in
his mind After that day he had met
her constantly, as one is bound to meet
in small neighborhood, and he became
frequent guest at her house. where her
husband, a CHEEKY, hard riding Irish
baronet, always accorded him hearty
welcome.
The summer had waned and died, and
in that sporting neighborhood every one
turned his attention to hunting, Gordon
among the rest, for he had always been
q keen sportsman up to this. But FIRE.
quently he would cut some of the best
meets of the season to spend few hours
of the short, dark afternoons at Ashleen,
where its mistress, who didn't hunt, al.
ways greeted him with tranquil cordial.
ity, and he would sit in the glow of the
cheerful freight with her discussing
the various topics of the day, only toe
content to watch the play of her lovely
face and the swift movements of her
slender fingers as she worked Then the
spell would be broken when her husband
returned, noisy, CHEEKY, bringing blast
of cold outer air with him, and he would
rally Gordon on having missed bril-.
liant run, while the latter murmured q
vague excuse about his horses not being
fit or he had been detained by some regi.
mental duty.
Then had come the day of his acct.
dent. Lady Lexley had been driving,
and, while pottering about the covert
which bounded the roadside, he fingered
by her carriage, not caring very much
about the chances of good start while
she was there and he could look OH the
beautiful, proud face, with its express
sion of serene indifference to everything,
as if nothing ever interested her very
much
Then the fox was viewed away, and
hounds and horsemen started off in hot
pursuit, as if the aim and object Of each
man among them was to break his own
neck or his horses, while the carriages
made the best of their way along devious
short cuts on the chance of picking up
the hounds again later.
1t was on topping bank into the
road that Gordon's' horse fell, and to-
gether they came with crash to the
ground For moment or two he re-
membered nothing Then, as his senses
slowly came back to him, he found him
self being supported by somebody's arm,
while some one else was holding flask
of whisky to his lips. A little group of
the carriage folks surrounded him,
among whom was Lady Lexley, and his
eyes met hers, in whose depths shone an
expression of womanly compassion, but
he could not speak
II fear he is very much hurt, ;" she
said, and not tremor shook her calm,
even tones to his strained and disap.
pointed ear 'He had better be taken
straight to Ashleen. 1t is the nearest
place, and he can have every attention.
SO to Ashleen he was conveyed with
all speed and doctor was summoned.
His injuries were not so serious as at
first upposed-slight conclusion and
couple of broken ribs. After a day or
two in bed he was allowed to come down
to the library and lie on the sofa.
During those days of convalescence
and all the restful luxury of semi-in-
validism Lady Lexley had been his con.
ltant companion and a sudden thrill
set his pulses tingling as he dwelt on
the heaven of those aftemoons--for she