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give up the hope of winning you, Miss
| Lennox, until you marry another or /
| die"
"Thcn l am sorry for you," she said.
"It will be a wasted love-"
you are so young and so beautiful, .
he said, looking sadly Mt her. '"The roses
| of life lie at your feet, and you tramp!e
on them. Some day-remember, proph-
| esy to you who are cold and proud. with
your heart steeled against love-yOL will
love, and that love will be your crown
of suffering If that day and hon: DO
come-as believe they WILL Miss Hehncx
think of me, and promise, if can help
you then, l will.
But she smiled as he left her.
'"Those Italians are all so ardent and
impetuous," she said; and yet a shudder
| like that Of cold or fear came over her
as she smiled.
Prince de Ferros kept his word. He
would not take NAY" for an answer.
Not that he said any more about love to
Miss Lennox; he gegan to have far too
keen a comprehension Of Miss LennoX' $
character to venture upon that. She was
quite unlike other girls. How few would
have rcfased to share his princely do
main! How few would have asked them
selves or cared whether they loved nm
or mott "She is prouder and colder than
Others" he said to himself, but she is Il
thousand times nobler.
Society amused itself by watching the
struggle. Who would win, the Italian
prince or the English duke? 1t could not
decide. Miss Lennox seemed to like one
lust as well as shesdid the other. She
never made the least distinction between
them. Beatrix herself found two such
devoted lovers almost too much for her;
they were like shadows; never away from
her.
She was very careful. When she en-
tered a ball room they both, as rule,
approached her at once; to one she gave
the first waltz, to the other the first
ouadrille; if the prince held her bouquet,
the Duke of Heathand held her fan.
Both lovers hoped against hope; they had
been refused in the plainest Of words, yet
neither could believe in his rejection.
The Duchess Of Elmslie spoke very seri-
oush to Beatrix about them.
"Shall you marry either Of them, Trix-
ie?" she asked. And Beatrix answered
Nor
'Then," said her kuest, ''be cautious.
They are madly jealous Of each other,
and the first sign of preference that you
make will be signal for murder-that
is, murder in the shape Of n duel. You
underestimate
II can show no preference" returned
Beatrix, "for feel none" The duchess
laid her hand on the girls arm.
"Beatrix," she said earnestly, 81 try to
believe you, but l cannot; it is incredible
to me that you should deliberately throw
away two such chances. You must be
, the Duchess of Heathand. l should not
like you to go to Italy, but l should like
to see you Duchess of Hcathland."
Peter Lennox came home early one
evening and, not knowing that his niece
was at home, he went to his study and
fell asleep in the comfortable easy chair
that was his favorite resting place. When
Beatrix heard that he had returned, she
went at once to see him. She never neg
lected him nor left him alone. She went
to his study, and, opening the door, saw
that he had fallen asleep i'll his chair. She
did not awaken him, but went up to him
very gently. How tired and worn the fine
face looked! And there was the secret,
thought Reatrix, revealing itself in great
piteous lines round his mouth. Her uncle
suddenly turned round!
II did not mean it, she heard him say
TT never thought of it."
Then with a sudden cry he awoke from
his sleep.
"Grace, Gracew he called. For mo-
ment he looked wildly around him.
Grace Gracev' he repeated.
Uncle" said Beatrix, II came to see
if you wanted anything"
An expression Of fear crossed his face,
followed by one of great relief.
as that you, Trixie? / was asleep
dreaming l am glad you are at home,
my dear. felt very dull tonight"
And all night, while the gay world
moved along, she remembered that one
cry Of Grace, Grace" and wondered
what it meant.
CHAPTER X.
A cozy little party sat in the beautiful
boudoir that Peter Lennox had furnish
ed for his niece. The Duchess of Elmslie
who was just as devoted to the million
aires niece as she had been inattentive
to the poor outcasts at Strathnarn-had
driven over to Lady Lennox-who had
forgotten in her present happiness all her
past pain, and who delighted in the COS
siping conversation of the duchess-in
company with Lady Dutton, one. OF the
duchess dearest friends, who kept her
we'll supplied with news. These two la
dies with Beatrix and her mother formed
n friendly little party-they had partaken
of luncheon, and now sat at ease discuss
/ ing the events of the day.
| On this morning the conversation amaz-
cd her more than it generally did. There
had been a great scandal, and the duchess
appeared to delight in discussing it. Then
she had many anecdotes of Lady Scales
to relate. Lady Scales was one OF her
pet subjects. Beatrix turned away tired
at last. How shallow all this seemed to
1 the high soul and noble nature formed
amid the glorious solitudes Of Loeb Narn!
Lady Lennox saw her daughters look
and understood it. The Morning Post lay