The Yale expositor., 1900-09-21

darkened and deserted barn. He could
hardly formulate them, or give them
q name in his own mind; but they dis
turbed him vaguely, and filled him
with strange foreboding
When at last he raised his face,
which had been bent over his fruit
plate, his eyes fell first. not on Sir
Henry's face, but on that of Doctor
Lyndon, whose cold, grey eyes were
fixed on him with strange, expect
ant expression. There was some7
thing in it which sent a curious
shudder through Enderby; yet he felt
irritated the next moment at his own
absurd sentimentality.
He turned to Sir Henry.
You are more than good. Sir Hen
ry. l do not know how | can thank
you for your generosity in thinking
OF me. OF course, you can count on
me, If you think l am able to under
take the responsibility"
There is no rising young barrister
at the bar today to whom I would
sooner trust the conducting OF the
case, than to you, Enderby," said Sr
Henry, graoiously Il have a very
high opinion of your talents"
Enderby's heart beat high as he re-
Joined Cecil in the drawing room. This
would be the making of him. If he
conducted the case efficiently his for
tune was made, and he would then
be able to ask Cecil to come to him
as his own. Somehow he felt pretty
sure she would not say him nay.
When he went to his rooms his
head WAS in whlrl. Cecil had smil-
ed upon him, and her lovely eyes had
fallen as he babe farewell. Cecil
Cecil!-the most queenly of women!
Was it possible that one day she
should be his?
But as Enderby sat down before the
crate in which some dead ashes still
family glowed, strange revulsion OF
feeling came over him.
Dundas Lyndon's facets cold
grey eyes, its watchful express. on
came Up before his mind There was
thing he did not like. Then sudden
ly there succeeded, as by the instan-
taneous shutting of camera, another
face in the eye of his mind-that pale,
quivering, childlike, yet strangely wo-
manly, face of David Lloyd's daugh-
ter
He started to his feet and began to
pace the room.
How had these people come to know
Dundas Lyndon? What strange con-
nection was there between them? Was
it possible-But no, no, the idea was
too wild, too utterly improbable for
real life.
Nevertheless he made up his mind
to go to Burden Mansions next day.
He managed to do so in the after
noon, walking there, as he had no
wish even to give the clue of a cab
TO any one. He hardly knew why he
was so careful now; he would not ad-
nit to himself that he had any tang
ible reason for thinking these poor
people wished 10 hide themselves from
the world.
He knocked again and again. At
last the door was cautiously opened,
and in the darkness within ne could
dimly make out a slim, girlish figure.
rs it you, Miss Lloyd?" he asked,
in low voice. 81 have come to ask
how you both are"
The girl stared at the sound Of his
voice He could not see her face dis
tinctly, so he did not know that
ligh: blush had swept over it.
She opened the door more widely.
"Will you come imp she said, her
voice just a little uncertain. 81 have
told my father about meeting you"
Enderby followed her in. The hall
was small one, and dark: he saw
two doors. She opened one and adj
mitted him into a small dingy room,
whose only furniture consisted Of a
cheap tapestry carpet on the floor,
painted wooden table, and one or
two chairs. A curtain of coarse serge
hung over an embrasure in the wall:
and Enderby guessed there was bed
behind il.
ITO be C0ntinued !