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lifted up her face to his and kissed him. Ills
mouth quivered fo1 moment, and then he
resained an iron control over himself.
THANK you, DEAR" he said "There-the
dinner bell is ringing. Permit me to offer
you my arm"
She took it without word, and he led her
to the drawing room. Angela's eyes, against
her own will, sought his face soon as he
entered, bitter pam contracted her heart,
and she trembled visibly. Count Solskl,
watching her, found his heart stony in his
bosom. He had attained his desire; he was
her accepted husband, and the bitter pain of
yearnng for her love was more cruel than
ever, for he knew that never, never.
never, would her ,ove be his.
CHAPTER XIII.
Mrs. Thornton, the housekeeper at Wander
Hail. was fidgety body and particularly
afraid of the house being burnt down, al
| though she had often been assured it was
not likely thing to happen where the walls
were so thick, and the staircase all OF stone
But this assurance made difference to her.
Afraid of fire she had been since she was a
child, she said, and afraid of fire she'd be till
she died. When the house was full OF guests
her fears were at their ivelest, for the ser
wants they brought with them were more
accustomed to the modern convenences of
light, and were careless with the candles,
and moved the lamps about in a way that
made her heart palpitate. So when they were
there, she would never go to bed without
leaving someone in charge whom she could
trust, and that duty she had placed upon
Johnson whenever he was with his master
at Wander.
1t growing late, rather early, for
midnight had struck on the large clock two
hours ago, and Smithers and Johnson were
still out of bed. The other servants had al
ready retired, and the house was very quiet
except for the noise Bold, the butler, made
snoring in his pantry at the end Of the pas
sage, near the room in which they were.
Smithers had tasted, and appreciated not
xyyicQ 1xy h11ft wal xxhiSE xt a
was in the servants hail. for Mrs. Bellairs
kept a good table, and both butler and
housekeeper were liberal dispensers. Now he
was sitting with the bottle between him and
Johnson, look of swimming happiness in
his eyes.
Lets have a glass together Johnson, old
chap, he said, jovially.
mot any more for me, and think you've
had enough" said Johnson
mot yet old chap" reaching the bottle
with leering smile. "I'll have one glass
more before I go to bed. You don't know
what it is to feel like do when can't sleep"
pouring out the whskey with a shaking
hand, and three-quarters filling the tumbler.
Listen to that brute snoring. I'd be asham-
ed would, to make such a noise as that,
disturbing all the house. Can't you hear
him." irritably, for Johnson had not taken
any notice cit reminds me of my late mas
ter Lord Wildhay, he snored awful when
he'd been tipping" 80 III
you'd better take care, them, said john
son, rather pontedly. 9ist r. Z.
"Oh, I'm all right You know his daugh-
ters making up with the count? All my do
bless her! She'll make a rare beautiful
coun tess, though can't say hold with for
eign titles Give me English ones. say, give
me English ones. English beef and English
beer and Englshmen."
Johnson stared at him and then said
briefly.
Finish your glass want to go to bed"
Smithers took notice but leered at him.
wouldn't you like to hear how did it,
eh?' laughing id;otically. Til begin a-telling
you. It's regular romance Romance it
is! I've helped him to get her; she doesn't
want him. But he'll not let her free, not he;
and I'm safe as long as they're married"
drinking little more. 81 overheard them.
She was asking him pitiful to let her off; but
no he wouldn't. You love someone else!' he
Kissed. He's awful if he's reused, is the
count; just you try, and you'll see, old chap,
you'll 1t was in the shrubbery, and I
was behind tree. She gave sob like this
and Smithers made an awful groan. "If it's
Mr.. Bellairs you can never marry him. He
shall die first; 1 will hang him. Now shall
he die, or will you promise me again? The
minutes yi14g-one-two-three-
All, you have regained your senses! as she
said Yes, poor young lady! I came away
then, for I'd heard enough. I'd heard enough
to know 1 was safe, old chap!" nodding at
johnson, and drinking again.
.'We1?" Johnson watching him in
tently. He knew smithers; but he did not
know how much of his story was true or in
deed if any OF it We're How did you make
the match ?"
Il think I'll go to bed" said smithers.
warily.
You'd better" said johnson. pouring him
self out another glass.
I'll join you first" said Smithers eagerly.
| A faint smile crossed Johnsons face. He
knew how to manage Smithers.
1--WE may as we'll be chatty. Long life RI
you, Mr.. johnson, and my respects, bowling
tipsily as he drank You remember me teIf