The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-04-30

Co. he cried, hoarsely. IT accept your
withdrawal. and mark my words. Philip
Castlemaine. you will live yet to repent the
madness Of this evenings work''
Castlemaine lifted his hat and passed on
without word Near the Lodge he met Ma
zetti returning.
You will pack up and be ready to start by
the last train" he said, briefly. and would
nave passed on, had not the fellow, whose
race had turned from red to white. slipped
before him.
'Signore, am the cause Of this 2" he que
RED, in low. trembling voice.
What do you mean?" was the sharp reply
Forgive me, signore, but 1 saw lie duca
look on me with suspicion-overheard some
OF your conVerSation-he suspects me-a for
eigner-"
'Nonsense!' cried Philip. irritably. you
are full of fancies, Mazetti." and would
again have passed on had not the Italian
caught his arm.
All, signore. it is true. Let me CO. and he
will restore you to his favor. BY the Holy
Virgin, I will go''
You will do nothing Of the Sort was the
stern reply; but you will recollect in future
MaZetti, that masters affairs do not con-
Germ servant
"a servant! Maladetto, a servant"
The Italian Kissed the words from between
his set teeth, his face distorted with spasm
of rage and humiliation Castlemaine saw
the look and regretted his harsh words.
Don't be a. fool Mazetti," he said, sooth-
ingly laying his hand the fellows spare
shoulder, 'and say more about it. What
have I been to you a master or friend?'
"A friend, a friend" was the passionate
reply all the Italian passion melting into
emotion. All, signore, by the Holy Virgin,
and all the Saints, L swear that for your
sake would willingly lay down my life!"
Years afterwards Castlemaine would recall
those words and that scene, with a bowed
head and silent supplication to the Great
Recorder, who knoweth the secrets of all
hearts, and judgeth that as man.
They about to start for cover when
Castlemane retraced his steps half hour
later, the men, mostly in pink, with good
sprinkling of the fair among them, either
going to take part in the chase or in the
throw off, the duke very much in evidence
as master of the hounds. with every trace of
i'll humor gone from his dark, handsome face
and looking, in spite of his more than go
years, as fine a specimen of an English no
bleman as one might wish to meet
Captain Trevanion was not present-a re-
call to join his regiment, the duke said, when
questioned. Castlemaine wondered a little
what terms Lucy Ravenswood would
ceive him in future, but his mind was soon
settled on that score; her cool insipid face
was never cooler than when she returned
his greeting the duke swung her into the
saddle with whispered compliment that
brought faint blush to her pale cheek
Yet in spite Of her assumed Indifference, a
vague something, in her look and smile,
gave Castlemaine reason to think that in his
old friend, henceforth, he had a most bitter
and dangerous foe.
AS the party rode away he found himself
by Lady Kitty, and his heart beat with de-
light at the prospect Of the last days ride
to cover together.
"Such perfect hunting morning should
see a goody meet" remarked Kitty, as they
rode along, having as by mutual consent,
dropped behind the rest when the silence
following some commonplace remarks the
weather had become embarrassing.
II hope it may, as it will be my first and
last this season, most probably he an
swered, thoughtfully, Ticking the horse with
his whip.
What, are you leaving soon 1 under
stood your departure was the same date as
our own?" was the surprised query, while
flush mounted to her delicate brow.
He muttered something about important
business" then seeing her clear eyes fixed
steadily on the horizon. made clean breast
of it.
I'm afraid was little hard on the
duke" he said, regretfully when he had
finished, a by means self-glorifying re-
cital, though the whole little romantic story
of how he came by Mazetti had been drawn
unawares from his lips; but his wishes were
so utterly unreasonable-not to say absurd.
For no doubt you have heard that the duke
was mixed up with some political intrigue,
and barely escaped imprisonment when trav-
cling in Italy 10 or 20 years ago. and
since then has nourished a most intense
hatred of everything pertaining to Italy and
the Italian race, which accounts for his aver
sion for my Italian valet-at least this is the
only conclusion L can arrive att
Eyes, have heard some such rumor" an
swered Kitty, her cheeks that had paled
trife at the first mention of the cousins
quarrel, had not yet regained their color. TT
was an unfortunate encounter, but'-with
sudden enthuSiasm-'it was generouS-noble
of you, to stand by your servant and hence
forth 1 shall think more of you than ever!"
Then stopped in confusion.
The delight on Castlemaine's face was I'M
disgusable.
At that moment they reached the cover
where they were to draw, and Kitty still
blushing gloriously, put spurs tc her horse