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CHAPTEF. XXIv.- (Continued.)
my lady" he said, II beg your par
don; must Ynake bold enough to ask you
TO Interfere Sir Owen-he will go out
riding this morning. That IL all good
and fair my lad but he will ride the
new hunt .er Plantagenet, aud he Is no
more tt for it than child" -.
you had better tell him so, Martini"
reptile d Lady Chevenix.
My lady, have told him. over and
,cGver again. The more l tell him, the
more he will co."
Lady Chevenix looked helplessly at
Felix.
"Mr. Lonsdale," she said, twill you 60
and try to persuade Sir Owen not to
ride that horse? It is a highly melted
animal, and he has never ridden 1t yet"
He might as well have appealed to
rock. All that he said Sir Owen laugh
ed to scorn.
Something happen to met" he cried.
eyes, I know what 1t will be. ! shall
come home cured Of the blues: ! am
going to gallop dull care away, and
Plantagenct shall help me-"
With a heavy heart Lady Chevenix
re-cntcred the house. and Felix went
back to his writing. Violet retired to
her own room, to while the time away
with 0 book.
The sunny hours Of the beautiful day
wore on; no cloud came over the smiling
heavens; yet there was faint wall In
the summer wind which to the weather.
wise heralded storm. The shadows
heightened, and Felix had not left the
library. He had completely finished by
six o'clock, and on going In search OF
Sir Owen was told that he had not yet
returned. Lady Chevenix was In her
room. lie would have been glad II he
could have gone home then; he did not
care to remain for the long formal dinner
and the long formal evening. Still he
was unwilling to leave Lady Chevcnix
until her husband returned.
The first bell rang, and he went to his
room. Sir Owen, he was told, had not
returned, and her adyship seemed anx'
ious about him. After a little while Fe.
liz went into the drawing room, where
Indy Chcvenix sat, dressed for dinner,
looking s,ipcrbly beautiful In dinner
dress Of blue velvet and suite Of pearls.
She turned to him anxiously.
''Sir Owen has not returned" she said.
II have told them TO keep back the din.
ner until he comes"
He saw that she was terribly anxious,
and did his best to cheer her. Seven
o'clock struck, and then hnlf.past, and
Felix persuaded Lady Chevenix to take
some dinner. They sat alone at the state.
ly dining table, where the silver plate
and the richly cut glass looked so bril-
liant--the table where Lady Chcvenix
had undergone so many humiliatiOns. II
h,,H On ~ hnn
eat.
Eight o'clock chimed and no other
sound broke the summer silence.
II cannot sit here any longer doing
nothing" said Lady Chevcnix. II am
quite sure now that something has hap.
pened."
Her words were prophctically true.
Even as she spoke they heard confused
noise at the grand entrance hall-the rush
Of many feet, the cries Of women and
the deep voices Of men.
Felix never forgot Violet. She rose
from her seat, and stood hesitating for
one moment, pale MS death. Then she
turned to the door. But Felix was before
her.
"Sit down, Lady Chcvenix," he said.
"You must not 20 out there. Let me see
what IL wrong"
He placed her In a chair and then
opened the door. There was a rush Of
terrified servants, and women's voices
cried: "Oh, my lady-oh, my lady"
A crowd Of men stood round litter,
and on the litter lay Sir Owen. Felix
pushed them aside.
ITS he dead?" he asked; and the an.
swer was "No."
"Thank heaven for thatw he cried.
Then he uttered a little cry OF dismay,
for Lady Chevenix stood by his side.
"What has happened?" he said. 'Tell
me the worst"
"sir Owen has been thrown from his
horse; and Martin says the horse fell on
him." cried dozen voices.
They carried the baronet into a spa.
cious, handsomely furnished bedroom.
The curtains were drawn and the lamps
lighted. They laid him on the bed Of
down, and the faithful servants wept
over him.
Lady Chevenix went up to her hus-
band and knelt down by his side. She
had never professed any love for him;
but, as he lay there. white, silent and
helpless, keen sense Of pity and com.
passion for him awoke In her heart She
took his hands In her own and rubbed
them.
Owen she said-"my dear. try to
speak to me-"
He looked up.
"Why did you let me be tortured with
doctors?" he cried. II heard the ser.
wants. They say-oh, listen, ViOlet-they
say that am going to diev"
He uttered the last word with scream
they never forgot.
1T Is all nonsense" he continued. my
back Is hurt with the fall--that Is all;
1t Is nothing more-nOthing more, ! as.
sure you. LOnsdale, send for your faith
er. ! want to see him; he has always
been kind to me, In his way. He will
see ut once there is nothing the matter;
send for him."
Felix left the room at once, and sent
Martin off for his father. He went back
to the room and found Violet kneelng
by her husbands side. Her head with
the golden hair all unfastened, was on
the pillow, and she was trying to reason
with him.
CHAPTER XIV.
Long months had passed since Sir
Owen was laid In his grave; and now
August was come round again, with Its
ripe fruits and yellow corn. Lady Chev.
enix, everyone agreed, was model
widow. During the interval that had