The Winslow mail., 1899-05-13

rich, but allow ne 10 remind you that
! mere wealth does not confer SUPERIOR
! ty worthy the respect Of any sensible
man." and so saying The secretary left
/ the library and was soon walking
rapidly toward the Kelyerton road.
He slackened his pace in Il few min
utes and then. pausing be turned and
looked regretfully at the home OF
/ Muriel Kennard.
What could have possessed him 10
| lose his temper with that sweet and
! gentle creature this morning? Was II
not maddening that he should have
done so on the occasion of their last
! meeting on earth? Oh! if he could but
tell her how deeply, how keenly, he
regretted this petuant outburst!
His mind agitated with these
thoughts. he slowly resumed his walk
along the narrow pathway skirting the
dense woods Of the Elms domain. He
had not been walking many minutes
when a small terrier scampered toward
him, in the next instant he saw the tall
and slender figure of Muriel Kennarc
! approaching, evidently returning from
4 visit to one of her many pensioners
in the village. He stopped and raised
his hat when she was within few PAGES
of him. Acknowledge the salute with
a slight bow, Miss Kennard was brush
ing past him when he said: Miss Ken
nard. l fear you are angry with me-"
She stopped and looked at him, ar
expression of grave reproof in her win.
| some brown eyes.
"You are the last person in the world
I would wish to Offend he continued
in tone of deep and earnest feeling
81 cannot tell how deeply regret my
hasty words of this morning. Forgive
me-"
Yes, forgive you, Mr.. Hope" After
a moments pause she added: Il sup
pose you have finally decided to leave
us?"
"As a matter of fact, have been ig-
ANONYMOUSLY dismissed" he replied
with a bitter laugh.
II trust you do not suppose" she
said, in a low and tremulous voice.
that I approved of my fathers bear
ing towards your
II felt sure you did not; indeed, it
was that belief may be perfectly
frank with you now--that encouraged
me to submit for a month to his un
| governable temper" Drawing closer
! to her, he continued, in a tone Of deer
and heartfelt tenderness: Il cannot
resist confessing my folly, my mad
dream of impossible happiness, to you
Muriel." He hesitated for an instant
and then added: II love you, darling
love you"
She stood before him with downcast
eyes and quivering lips, her hurried
breathing betraying the agitation Of
her heart. He took her hand tenderly
and said: "Muriel. is there any hope
for me?"
She raised her head and looked al
him. her eyes glowing bright with re-
sponsive tenderness. And then in the
fast-gathering darkness of this still
autumn evening their lips met, and
hand in hand, they wandered into the
deep shadows of the quiet woods.
81 say, Crouch" said Mr.. Kennard
bustling into his lawyers office in Lon
don two days after the above event
what on earth did you mean by send
ing such a cad Gs that man Hope down
to my place.
You surprise NE, Mr.. Kennard!"
Just listen. | had to dismiss the fel-
low for insoence; be actually seemed
to think that he was on a social equal
ty with me! And now | find out that
he has been making love to Murel and
the girl-who is young and ineXperi-
enced-has been fool enough o encoUT
age his attentions. He is hanging round
Kelyerton now, so wish you'd send foi
him at crce, SO as to get him out OF
the neighborhood."
81 was just on the point of sending
for him. The fact is, and may as well
confess the truth to you at once, his
name is not Hope at ALL
"Ah! thought he was an impostor.
Who on earth is he, then?"
''The next heir to the Castletown
baronetcy-he is the eldest son of Sir
Mathew Castletown, one of my oldest
clients. Shall telegraph to Gerald to
come up to town at onee?'
NO; on reflection think I'll let mat
ters take their course" replied the
banker. with sigh of relief
And he did, Chicago News.