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Seeolus against you. And If, as you say he
Is in love he will have more reason to pun
ish YOU"
How, why?" faltercd the valet
Counl Solsk1 had only threatened him idly
III oroer to amuse himself with the mans
right. He stood up now. terribly menacing,f
it seemed to Smithers
never mind now, but the day Mr.. Bellairs
nari1es Miss Wildhay, that day the law will
p loC you! I'll take care of that" grinly.
You can go now, Smithers call me at the
usual time. shall not let you leave my SER
vice until I have sifted what you say, and if
you 90 go, l shall find you and bring you
Dack-or, at least, to be more explicit the
police will have the pleasant duty
And the count laughed cheerly as the
crushed and sobered valet stumbled from the
room.
CHAPTER XII.
1T was the next morning, and Angela and
Lady Margaret were sitting in the garden.
1 ne FORMER was working a dainty lace en-
oroldered tea cloth for Mrs. Bellairs and the
iatler. as was her usual habit, was doing
nothing but idly enjoying the autumn sun.
Lady Margaret had sought Angelas friend
SNIP ;. 5or she liked the girl, and guessing at
Alureds feeling, and knowing from actual
confidence that Angela was the wife of Mrs.
BeilalTs desired for her grandson, she did all
IN her power to further the match. She was
constantly and taccfully talking to the girl
about Alured, telling her stories of his boy
hood, and so on, stories which Angela drank
In with happy ears, for it was sweet to her
to hear all she could Of the man who had
taken her young heart captive, and So al
though she never confessed the reason of it,
Angela often told herself that Lady Marga-
ret was most delightful woman.
They had been chatting for some time.
When Lady Margaret drew out of her chate-
laine small watch, with her initials jewelled
on the back in diamonds and pearls 81 have
promised to try 10 bicycle again." she said,
laughingly. Don't you think I'm very brave,
no 1xTD ooyIxx
must go and look after my machine Here
come Ethel and Mr.. Templeton,' as Miss
Somers and the poet raised along the gar
den walk; I'll say au revoir, and meet them,
for Mr.. Templeton wishes to be in at the
death-or, at least, the accident" turning
laughing face, as she left Angela. 81 hope I
shall disappoint him.
Angela watched her meet the two, and
then returned to her work, sewed a few
stitches, half mechanically, her mind full of
dreamy tenderness for Alured, for she had
just heard the story OF his friendship for
Verelst and her heart was very loving to-
wards MIN, and then rose, and went through
the garden into the large rosary.
1t was, indeed, fit place for a maiden's
love musings. Great queenly red roses tossed
graciously in the breeze, their regal .beso1ns
welcoming the suns warm love, and their
perfume floating out in gratitude, and
swooning dangerously in the air, as if sigh
ing out their very life; yellow roses coyly
unfolded their golden petals, as if 10th to ad-
nit the amorous rays; Maiden's Blush roses
hung their heads in sweet modesty, and the
great loose petalled pale pink roses, for which
Wander Hall was justly celebrated, shook
and curtsed in the gentle wind as if they
were dancing some gravely joyous minuet
to the sound of elfin music. great stone
bench, with dragon-claw feet, strewn with
silken. cushions Of purple and gold, stood in
the middle of the garden, and thereon Angela
seated herself, herself picture fit enough in
her beautiful youth and sweetness, for such
a lovely background.
Never before had she felt so happy. Day
by day love had grown in her heart. It had
seemed great to overpowering at first, but
the hearts capacity enlarged with the love
it fed on, and now it seemed to embrace the
OVERLOOKING. There nothing left for her
to desire-she loved. and was beloved in re-
turn.
She clasped her hands in sudden ecstacy,
and the glad tears welled into her eyes.
All the joy of the fresh morning seemed
to her a symbol of her happiness; the intox-
icating, lovely scent Of the roses the flashing
of the small silvery-watered fountain in it's
beams of the sun, the interlacng, waving
shadows, the swallows fitting overhead, and
the loud, happy carrolling Of the lark as it
breasted the clouds overhead-aH seemed
garden Of Eden for Alured and her a new
and sinless Adam and Eve to dander through.
From this glad dreaming the appearance
Of Smithers, Count Solski's valet, somewhat
rude1y awakened her He was much agitat-
ed, and his agitation made him appear so
extremely protesque that she could scarcely
refrain from smiling.
"Madam-Miss Wildhay-madam-may I
speak to you?" he asked bowling deeply.
Certainly" she answered gravely, her
courtesy restraining the fun dancing in her
eyes.
IT was the late Lord Wildhay's valet-your
father madame, I allude to"
"Yes?' she answered.
I've got something to confess, Miss Wild
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