Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1902-02-01

ence that touched him.
"You are Lord Arundale," she said II
know your name so WE'LL you bought
some of my fathers pictures"
"Your fatherW said Arundalc: us he
an artist? Who Is he? The only artist
know here is Santon Darcy"
She looked ut him with unuttcrable
pride.
81 am Santon Darcy's daughter" she
sail and he could have smiled at the
pride in her voice.
II do not know where your father
lives" he said. 81 purchased his pic
lures at the academy. 1t was only u few
days since that heard he resided in this
neighborhood. shall be pleased to see
him."
His reward for his kindly words was
the sweet mist of tears that rose to her
eyes, and then the one with the dark,
handsome face said some fine words to
her. Lord Arundalc was impatient while
they were uttered.
IL shall hope to see you again when l
call upon Mr.. Darcy" he said; ut will
not be long until them
darcy" said the young man. why.
| that is the name of the Melancholy ART
ISL, tncy Gull MIN III toNh. All HIS pic-
| lures are sad and tragic"
She turned her lovely face. so full of
| light. to him.
THAT Is because my mother died and
left him." she said. "IIe has never laugh
cd since, and 1t is seventeen years since
~ have heard something of his story"
said Lord Arundale; "and that which l
have heard makes me like him better"
Then, with few kindly words, he went
away. trying. as far as 1t was possible.
that no word should be exchanged be-
tween the young people.
lie with the dark eyes. she heard his
name aftcrward. Sir Hubert Estmcre---
locked at her rs he went away.
"llc is going," she thought; IL have
seen him. and now he is going"
Her face grew white as death and a
shadow came over her eyes. She had
seen him. met him, the hero Of her
dreams. the king who was to crown her
life with his love had come, and was
going. Would she ever see him again
What had Ii been for. this swift, sudden
emotion, IL all was to die away at once,
and he was to pass out of her sight?
When, finally, he vanished under the
shade of the green trees II seemed to her
that her heart ceased beating and life
was standing still. For many minutes
she was incapable Of moving, then she
rallied herself with a sigh. How foolish
| il was; Il was but a fancy. What could
the face Of n stranger he to her that she
| should weave all these romances about
IL? Yet the song Of the little brook had
changed, the flowers had grown faircr,
the birds song had deeper meaning, the
light was brighter. The girl tried 20
rouse herself, u spell had fallen over her.
what Is wrong with mc?" she said.
81 have seen face. nothing more"
She fingered by the watersidc. dream
ing always of the dark. handsome face,
and suddenly a footstep came quickly
over the brackcn and ferns. There was
no time to look. the sudden beating Of
her heart, the sudden brightness that fell
over her, the sudden music that seemed
to leap and culver In the air, all told the
same story--he was therc-hc had come
back again for one word with her. The
dark, handsome face, flushed with cxer-
ton. was bending over her. and he spok Q
In hurried tones.
"Lord Arundnle did not introduce me-"
he said. "he best knows why. Let me
introduce myself; am Sir Hubert Est.
mere; am staying at Arundalc Hall.
and a very dull place find 1t. grew
quite tired Of 1t until to-day"
She was looking ut him with n strange
mixture Of pleasure, wonder and fear.
IL saw that Lord Arundalc did not
wish me to speak to you," he said; 'he
| Is absurdly particular In some things. so
Is Lady Arvice. his wife. could not
holm rpfurninv I lnnypl for ono wnr.l
| with YOU"
flush; her hands tremblcd. She would
fain have made him some Indifferent an
swcr, but the words died away ON her
lips, leaving her mute and dumb.
"Have l displcascd you by returning ~
h. asked gently. III so. will so at
once"
mo. I am not displeased," she answer
cd. you startled me-"
And the lovely eyes seemed to droop
from his with the burden of their own
light and secret. She thought of what
he would say or think IL he knew her
thoughts had made her heart beat. and
she looked 80 shy. so sweet In her dainty.
delicate lovclncss that Sir Hubert lost
his heart to her.
"rel me-" he cried. In passionate
whisper. Twill you he here by the brook.
side at this same hour tomorrow! must
see you again"
She sealed her own fate, she wrote the
first line of a tragedy. she began the
dream of life when she answered, slowly
aud quietly;
Eyes"
ITO no continucd)