The Yale expositor., 1900-11-02
CHAPTER I.-(Contlnued.)


picion; and the two had finally left
england, having arrived on the brink
Of ruin, and, it was reported, were fire.
luenting the gambling tables OF Mo-
taco and Hamburg.
Cecil's treatment of her father had
'illed any lingering feeling OF senu-
nent Enderby had for her. He was
,ble to thank Providence profoundly
Inat he had discovered her true nature
before it was too late.
Dundas Lyndon had been round
guilty, and gentenced to lifelong i'm
prisonment The morning after his
sentence he was found dead in his cell;
he had managed to secrete a small
quantity CT deadly poison about his
person, and cut short his doomed ca
reer with it.
And Jasmine?
jasmine is just now with Paul's sis
ter, the Hen. Mrs. Fraser. who is mar
ried to a Scottish laird in the South of
Scotland. Paul had laid the whole
story before his sister, and asked her
advice. jasmine was his ward, he de-
ciared, and as such he meant to look
after her.
Mrs. Fraser-a good-hearted little
woman, with no children, and living
in rather a lonely country district
had come up to London, seen Jasmine,
taken a sudden fancy for her, and de-
clared nothing would suit her better
than to have Jasmine as a companion.
So Jasmine had gone to Calder's
Knowe, and Mrs. Fraser had never re-
GREETED her choice.
Paul had been several times at Cal
der's Knowe, and, as he is able to take
few days holiday in May, he decides
to run down" to Scotland, taking his
bicycle with him.
He rides from the station-he has
sent TO word to his sister, having q
masculine fondness, a fondness never
shared by the recipients, for giving sur
prises-leaving word for his luggage to
be sent after him.
Calder's Knowe is about six miles
from the sleepy little village and sta
ton known as Calderhead, and the
road is a bad one, from a cyclists
point of view, being composed Of
series of very steep "houghs and
howes," as the villagers call them, and
surface of mingled loose clay and
stones.
However. it is a lovely evening, and
Paul EndeIby is wonderfully happy
and light-hearted as he speeds along
the lonely road bounded on both sides
by silent, melancholy moors.
What is the real cause of his happl-
ness? Is it that things are going very
we'll with him, and that he is consid-
cred by his fellow barristers as on the
fair way 10 the top of his profession?
Or can it be that tho prospect Of
seeing his sister-"Best little woman
in the world" has anything to 90
with it?
However that may be, Paups
PauTs thoughts are wandering very
far afield as he coasts down a steep
hill. whose gradient is at least one
in eleven, his free wheel" stationary,
and his mind as easy as that OF a
scorcher on an utterly desolate road
can be.
Alas! even scorchers are sometimes
out in their reckoning, or Paul would
have remembered the sudden, sharp
curve at the foot of the hill.
He does not, and moving along
with velocity strikes across the road
Instead of round it, and the next mo-
ment he is sent flying over a ditch
into the moorland beyond, and his
machine-twisted and curved into all
manner of crooked shapes-lies
spreading across the ditch.
For a moment or two the shock OF
his sudden impact with the ground
stuns Enderby; a faintness, such as
he has never known in all his life
comes over him, and his eyes close
The next moment he dimly hears a
cry of horror; then-is it long after
some one is bending over him, gen
tie hands touch his face. and suddenly
another cry-this time of agonized
and startled surprise-falls on his ear
paul! Paul! Oh, God! is he dead?-
is he dead?'
He would have spoken, would have
opened his eyes, but something, hC
knew not what, keeps him from doing
so. The soft hands-how. soft, how
tender they are!-wander over hi.
face, touch his cheek, gently life his
hand, and he feels them clasped rount
his wrist. A sobbing cry breaks from
tho owner OF the hands.
Thank God! Thank God! oh, wha
on I 70 do for him? My dear-my
dear."
The words are only a breath-a sof
breath breathed above him. But 1t II
more than Paul can stand. Suddenl,
the warm color rushes back into hi
face, his eyes open, and with an eff
fort he raises himself on his elbow
his eyes devouring the fair young fac
bont, first with pale agony, then will
sudden surprised and warm shyness
over him.
Fair 1t is indeed; for Jasmine &c
rard has grown to be like her name
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