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Continued.

the sun Win iOuEiNS toO SISdL lOl
words. How many hundred years
back was it since she did so, anC
what was Philippa of Hainault like
Had her heart burned, like the hearts
of other women, with love? Had il
been torn, like the hearts of other wo
men, with jealousy?
"Oh, dead queen" asked Violet
did you suffer as have suffered"
But the white moonlight lay where
Philippa Of Hainault had walked, and
the trees told no secrets.
What was her husband doing On
this moonlit night? Then, looking at
the hand which bore no wedding-ring
she said to herself that she had nc
husband, yet fell asleep to dream OF
her artist-lover as she had seen him
first in the woods of ST. Bynos.
CHAPTER Xiv.
Three weeks had passed since
Violet came to Queens Elm. The
stately spirit of the place seemed in
some measure to have entered into
her. There was dignifled precision
about everything which was new to
Eci. All was oO Oiu w hCi bhCAO wac
sacrilege in the thought of everything
modern. The servants were old, and
had grown grey in the service of the
family; they were servants of the old
fashioned type, full of respect and
reverence for their superiors. proud
enough of the state of life to which
they had been called, proud of being
good servants and serving good peo-
pie; there was no absurd aping of
their betters. but quiet reliance on
themselves and their own claims to
consideration.
Everything was so old. with such
an out-of-ths-word glamour. that
Violet's youth and Violets beauty
seemed almost out of place. Never
theless she was soon beloved and
worshiped by the whole household.
They told her that her face was like
sunshine; and they waited upon her
as thought she had been a queen.
Thank Heaven" said the mistress
of Queens Elm to her one day, that
you are a lady. my dear"
Violet started at the words, much
as though she had received blow in
the face. Mrs. Ingram went on:
mo one knows what it is to live on
intimate terms with a person who is
not a lady. | have suffered much
from IT, OF course, all those who
have been with me have had certain
amount of polish; but in many cases
1t has been like the veneer on COM
mon wood"
Il am not lady by BIRTH" STAN
mered Violet. my father was only a
poor doctor, my aunt, who brought
me up. had very little to live upon;
she was only a governess."
Pardon me-" said the old lady
with a smile, you are lady; you have
refined thoughts, your ideas are all
beautiful, dainty, and fanciful; you
have principle, you have courage;
you can enter into the thoughts, the
hearts, the lives of others; you are
sensitive to the very tip of your
pretty fingers. my dear you never
jar upon one in any fashion. say
that you are a lady"
Nov why" thought Violet, Should
she Judge me so differently from
Lady RIVERS, who called me vulgar
ard ill-bred?"
Il have an idea" said Mrs. Ingram,
impressively, that. after all. the
truest aristocracy is that of nature.
The world has divided men into
different classes; but nature has done
the same thing, and in a far more
startling manner. Men are not equal
IN s.ttl
equal in gifts of body and mind. To
my thinking. the noble by nature sur
pass the noble by BIRTH the two COM
bined should produce perfection. |
repeat that | thank Heaven that yoI
are lady, that your ideas are all
beautiful. dainty, and refined. Few
can understand how constant associa-
ton with coarse minded or unre-
fined person tortures one"
Then Violet began TO understand
mauy things, and to see that there
was as much difference between a
nature like Mrs. Migrants and that of
Lady RIVERS. as there was between
cotton and silk. Lady RIVERS was by
birth lady; Mrs. Ingram was lady
both by birth and nature.
"You remind me-" said Mrs. Ingram,
'of gentleman who said that ne
thought the cawing of rock was a
musical sound, One of his hearers
scornfully asked why. He replied
that the whole music of nature, In
GLIDING the song of birds, the ripple
of streams, the murmur of the wind.
formed one magnificent harmony
which could not be judged by single
note, any more than the beauty of an
air could be judge by the playing of
one note in IL; so that the cawing OF
! rock. which was not music, perhaps.
In itself. formed part of the grand
harmony or creation. In like manner
TO form a perfect world. there must
be in il people of all kinds. all
natures. all temperaments, to make
the grand and perfect whole. You
understand"
"Yes." replied Violet; and to her.
self she added. 81 shall begin to think
that Thave come to school"
II was a good school, She had been
n -.