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seemed buried in thought.
They reached the town, and wish
ing to do some shopping he separat-
ed from his companions. When at
length, he also arrived at the hotel,
he caught sight of tall, cookbook
ing young man standing in the hall;
he was chatting to girl at his side.
GriersOn gave Il start, then hurried
toward them.
This is very absurd - he exclaim-
ed, as he shook hands with the girl.
Il left you to 90 on to Seville and
Madrid, not to follow me her.
Lady Constance laughed.
I'VE started, but father was so ter
ribly anxious to get glimpse Of
Morocco that at length We had TO
give in--sO here we are
She moved toward the staircase.
Mother was little upset with the
crossing; | am Just going TO see how
she is getting on, then will return,
she said with little smiling nod.
GriersOn watched her disappear,
then turned to the young man, and
linking his arm within his, drew him
to an alcove in which there was a
seat.
You know, it's really too bad of
you to bother me in this way" he
said, reproachfully. But there's no
alternative feel bound to tell you
what an awful scoundrel | think
you
His companion looked at him in
wonder
What on earth has happened,
GriersOn?' he cried
The novelist opened his mouth to
speak, but paused as he caught sight
of a light figure tripping down the
stairway. He gripped the Younger
arm and nodded in her direction.
The girl-it was Celia Ardell-crOssed
the hall some three yards in front
of them and entered a drawingrOOm
without seeing them.
Trevor breathed heavily, he did
not speak, his eyes were fastened on
the door through which Celia had
vanished
Sufficient explanation. ell" said
GriersOn. "A month or so after you
left the farm old Mr.. Ardell sold out
and decided to bring Celia to you.
They halted for a week here, and
that dearest OF little girls is
actually counting the hours that will
bring her to the man who stole her
love. and who in return -"
Trevor WINGED.
Yes" he broke in, I've been an
awful scoundrel. hardly know how
it happened. left her, feeling that
she was all the world to me; then, |
the new life in England with money, |
troops of new friends, new faces-I |
somehow seemed to forget, and"
He paused. Il thought she might |
forget also" he continued, lamely. |
II know it was playing it horribly
low down" He looked up at Grier
son anxiously. "Do you think it
will matter very much to her?''
ooh, no" retorted the novelist
airily. She's only lavished on you
every scrap of love she has to give,
aud, finding you are not worthy, it
will only break her heart. But that's
a mere trifle, and not worth consider
ng-you will be able to marry Lady
Constance and boast a wife with a
title p"
Young Trevor rose to his feet; he
was very white.
What do you think you will do?"
continued the novelist. You see, if
you happen to have actually propos-
ID to Lady Constance
& haven't. put in the other man
shortly.
A slight CLEAN came into Grierson's
yes as he watched his companion.
Suddenly Trevor swung round on
lim.
Going to play the man." said the
Novelist, quietly.
Trevor nodded and walked sharply |
towards the door OF the room in
which the girl was Grierson came
after him at a run and laid a hand
IN his sleeve.
lone moment. Archie" lie said.
apidly. Lady Constance-you
hnnmht her nrettv- BRIGHT intellioant l