, 1899-01-27

Leave the room In Which he mad f0ugnt
SO fierce a battle with the grim King
Death and go down stairs. Soon as he
was able to travel his father asked him If
he would like to go to Scotland, and the
boy was delighted with the idea.
lord Selwyn and Rupert went to Scot
And. There in the clear, bracing north
ern air, health and strength came back
TO the young heir OF Selwyn. lie grew
rapidly; his fathers eyes rested upon him
in admiring love. Rupert was a noble,
p~rincely boy, and his father gloried in
him. There, in the long walks by noun
tain and glen, they spoke of Yiolante, and
the boy day by day loved more dearly the
memory of his gentle mother.
Mrs. Rivers went TO Brighton with little
Lance; his nurse accompanied her. A
pretty house was taken for them on the
Parade, and the patient, gentle lady, who
had repented so bitterly of her error, sat
herself to work bravely to fill a mothers
place TO the motherless child. She Law
ished care and tenderness upon him; she
taught him all night and all day-she new
ar liked him one moment out of her sight,
and it seemed to her that by this deyo-
tion TO the boy she made some Slight
atonement to the mother for the wrong
she had unwittingly done to her.
What she should do in the future, Vic
lante did not know. The summer and
autumn wore away, winter and spring
came round, and as yet no news had been
heard from Lord Selwyn.
The month of June came, with the red
roses all In warm bloom. Then Lord Sci.
wyn wrote to say that he was returning
with Rupert to Selwyn Castle, and would
be glad to have little Lance at home
again.
So, when the chestnuts were all in bloom
and the lines in blossom, Mrs. Rivers re-
turned with the little child to the home
that had been desolate so long.
1t seemed, that evening when Lord Sci.
wyn returned, as though every memory
OF his former life came over him. He
thought Of the fair-haired boy who had
died In his arms-his last word a message
Of love to his sister; he thought of his
Journey to Woodeayes, and the sweet face
Of Violante Temple as it first dawned up.
on him; he remembered his marriage. and
the glorious golden time that had followed
it-had ever man been loved as Violante
loved him?
Then he began to wonder if Beatrice
had really been unkind to Yiolante. or
whether it was but a jealous fancy. The
memory Of Violante seemed to possess
him this evening. How we'll he remem.
bered the graceful, gentle, half-timid man.
ner, the sheen of the golden hair, the
light of the violet eyes, the sweet lips
whose smile warmed and gladdened his
heart-his gentle, beautiful, lost love.
He said her name acknowledgements
and It seemed to him that the wind took II
up and the birds repeated 1t. All, if he
could but live his life over again, how DIFF
he would act; how he would love
and cherish his first, his only love, Vio-
And Lord Vivian Selwyn, master
Selwyn Castle, lord of that splendid
domain, head of a gallant race, sat down
one of the iron seats, perhaps more
and lonely in heart than any man
n England.
Then, clear, sweet and soft on the warm
'vening air he heard his W name, "Viy. s
amp and the voice that uttered it was /
hat of the ~fair-haired girl he had loved :
70 tenderly. .
~Vivianr'
Never was sigh of the wind so soft or a
. sweet. He did not stir or move. He