The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1897-11-03

tie and the rectory. Those sylvan
aisles we're the rally place Of all his
favorite dreams, for did not Nellie
cross them day by day, and would IL
not be here that he would bring her
to tell her the secret which he thought
she must have guessed long ago. Rec
tor O'Malley would let him speak at
last, for the long waiting had borne its
fruit in recouping the Blake Golfers,
while Teddie knew that the Burroo
Pass aflair, of which he himself thought
and spoke SO modestly, was not likely
to be forgotten when his name came
up mt the Horse Guards. A thousand
times he had gone over all this in inn
agination, lingering, meanwhile, the
little fiat locket that hung at his watch
chain-and now-and now, he was
creeping back to Moyliscallan like
thief, having given no word of warn
ing either to the rector or to his agent
at the castle--creeping home just to
see Nellie's face again once more and
then to go away anywhere and die. He
was still weak and wan from the fever.
Mrs. Diamond had tried hard TO per-
suade him to remain little time in
London for consultation with first
rate doctor, but the determination to
see Nellie at Moyliscalan once more
was the only desire that remained to
him in life, and till it was accom-
plished his shrewd little friend saw
that there was no good talking of any
thing else. So he hurried over to
Ireland and had reached Thomastown
the evening before. Today he had
taken car over to the village lin the
old days it was the shortest and pleas
ATTEST four miles ever known) and,
leaving the driver asleep in the sun
at the cross roads, had turned into the
wood that is a short cut to the two
principal houses in the parish. He
had no very definite idea of the plan
to pursue. Now that he had reached
his journeys end, it seemed as il all
power had left him. Perhaps some
where among the trees, crossing from
the castle grounds to the rectory side,
he should see Nellie passing by, and
he would slip down upon his knees
among the fern and look Mt her
George Strangeways' wife-and-oh
this faintnessl Merciful God! is that
Nellie
"Teddie, is it really you?"
Teddie was on the moss, stretched
flat. save that Nellie's arm was under
his head Nellie's little, bare, sunburned
hand unfastened his colar-he could
only look and smile. The green Moy-
liscallan leaves were overhead, dancing
against the blue, Nellies face was
very close, and he thought he must
be in heaven.
'How could You come like this and
take us by surprise, and you 80 i'll,
Teddie." the girl went on, reproach-
fully; ''if hadn't been going across
to the castle this morning early and
come on you lying here in heap"
Going across to the castle?" Ted
die found time to utter, his eyes on
Nellie's left hand. "Don't you live at
the castle now altogether?'
"And what should go and live ut
the castle for, when I've n good home
of my own, intruding on newly mar
ried people, MS if didn't know better?
Besides, Aunt Ellen isn't home from
her honeymoon yet, and Uncle George
what, are you able to sit up? Take
care or youth"
She could not finish the sentence,
for Captain Blake was sitting up with
a vengeance, and to steady himself he
had got his arm around her waist.
$50 you never thought of Aunt FL
len?" said Nellie, by and by; "well,
You wouldn't have been an Irishman
if you hadn't made n mistake some
where! Only if you'd ever seen
Uncle George / don't think you'd
have doubted me, Teddie dear. Oh!
they have been so funny courting one
another these five years and if hadn't
been so we'll amused / think must
have died, for you kept me long time
waiting without word p'-Boston
(England) Guardian.