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ertv and the wOrkhouse! He is gen
erOus and wealthy He said L should
he rich man. What will you do, Do
loresl Can you give me some idea,
something to rest my heart upon,
something to think of and hope for?"
FT will consider the proposal, papa,
she answered. ''I cannot decide at
once. I must have time"
'eYOu would be mistress of Deeping
Hurst, and 1 shall be rich man. You
love me. do you not, Dolores?" he
asked. with almost childish eagerness.
She kissed his forehead tenderly.
az love YOU so we'll" she replied,
"that I would give my life for you,
papa"
"And you will weigh his lordship's
offer. I shall try to be satisfied with
those words. Dolores. I feel better
now. Get me a bottle of the Burgundy
with the yellow seal-there is enough
to last until am a rich man and you
are Lady Rhysworth. Then l will go
ITO sleep. My brain is tired; it aches
with terrible misgivings. Sometimes,
when I was young man, passed the
aIms-houses at Deeping. l should not
like to live there, Dolores. You must
not let the last of the Cliefdens go
there"
E'I will think about what we had bet
fer do" she said and, though his eyes
followed her wistfu11y, she would say
no more
She brought the bottle of Burgundy,
h Of If Tears
came to the old mans eyes.
''T should not live long without my
wine. Dolores" he said; cit gives me
fresh life"
She brought him pillow and low
cred the blinds making him comfort
able as only such loving hands could,
and then left him.
It was piteous to see how old and
worn his face seemed to grow when he
was left alone. He slept, and in his
sleep he went back to the dreams of
his youth, for he murmured continu-
ally the one name that seemed to be
engraved upon his heart, "DolOres;
while his daughter went to her room,
knowing that she held the issue of
their lives in her hands, She had
promised to think of Lord RhyswOrth's
proposal to see what she could do;
but her reasoning powers seemed to
have left her all at once, and she could
not collect her thoughts.
She remembered fair, summer day,
when she, with her mother, was sitting
on the lawn, and the Squire came to
them, full of eager earnestness in some
news he had just heard. Wynchombe
Hall had been purchased by French
lady. a widow, Madame de Ferras, who
had been exiled from France for po-
Eitical reasons. She had purchased
the Wynchombe property, and had
named the Hall "Beaulieu." It was re-
ported that she had one daughter, and
was possessed of ample means.
''That will be very nice for Dolores" "
Mrs. Cliefden had said. 81 have often
wished that she had a playmate!" and
the gentle lady was highly delighted
with the prospect.
Dolores could remember how, as her
parents discussed the new corners, she
wondered in her childish mind what
This playmate would be like, never
dreaming that on that day new ele
ment would be brought into her life
which would mar and blight it.
She recalled one day when they went
TOgether-the Squire. her mother, and
herse1f-to visit Madame de Farras.
Dolores remembered the stately and
handsome matrOn with her courtly,
polished manner. and the startling,
vivid beauty of her daughter Lola. Be-
fore her dusky beauty the compilations
of English girls looked pale and deli
cate; for Lola de F'arras was gifted
with unusual loneliness. She was
three years O1den than Dolores; and
there was every reason to believe that
they would be great friends Madame
de Farras was delighted with her Wis
ftors; she made friends at once with
fair and gentle Mrs Cliefden, was
most gracious to the Squire, who was
full of admiration for k-r, and
charmed with Dolores.
''Why have they given you so sad
name when you have so bright face?"
she asked DOLORES means sorrow.
Surely life will not be sorrowful for
you?"
When she asked the question she
looked at the mother: but the Squire
che only one who could have answered
it turned away his head.
'Come and make friends with my
daughter Lola" said madame, and Do
Tores remembered how they went out
through the open French window to
where the dark-haired, slender girl
stood. "My dear children, you must
love each other and be friends" said
madame in her pretty, broken English.
Then the two who were to be mortal
enemies, who were to hate each other,
touched hands and lips without the
least knowledge of the future which
was in store for them.
The first thought Of the French girl
was