Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-05-31

larged the little window of the passage at
the back, so that 1t opened like a door, and
by pair of steps let US out into the garden
without the need of passing the front of
the house. Now it CHANGED that one morn
ing very early Kate slipped out quite ST.
lently, and when walked and looked over
at her bed, 10! she was gone. But Babe
Rupert was safe in his cot, sleeping like
blond cherub. So from that I knew Kate
could not be very far away. And indeed 1t
was not very long till she came back And
Oh, what change there was on her face.
She had been sad the night beforehand sob
bed herself to sleep, indeed, and even after
she was sound I. lying awake, could hear
the little click and catch of the grief work
be conscious any longer.
But now she came in swiftly with bright
race and an alert eye. She ran to me and
held me in her arms.
''Oh, you wicked, wicked Fairlie!" she pal
plated breathless, why did you not tell
me! Were you afraid to tell me? Oh, L
nave been SO miserable. And all for moth
lng-all for nothing"
| Tell you what. Kate, darling?' gasped.
For could not imagine what had befallen
| the girl.
"Why-that Rupert. my husband, is
dead!' she cried. THAT is why am glad.
Do you not see, I thought that he never
| came to see me because he did not love me
| any more. But it is not that, thank God. I
| can pray again now, He would come If he
| could-only he cannot. He is dead. Now l
| can think about him and understand
"kateaKate." said, sadly. who has told
"Ah," she cried clapping her hands as
at some joyous tidings. you never could
| guess-no, nor if I gave you a hundred
guesses. Try just once! Try!'
And because 1 thought it might divert her
mind l guessed that she had met Mr. Glen
donwyn.
But she cast up her head and said: do
you think l would have spoken to the man
who tried to take my husband away from
me? No. vet believed hin, "a he
me a hundred times overt
But who told you, Kate?' I asked for l
saw her look over at the cot, and 1 knew
that if she began to play with Babe Rupert
she might not tell me at all.
We'll, will tell you," she said. II went
over quickly into the wood at the foot CT
our garden and kept up the thickest part
till came opposite the old burying ground
of the Glendonwyns Rupert used to say
that whether he ever lived to heir the
castle or not, he would always be sure of
six foot of ground there at any rate.
And, do you know the old path through
the plantation, the one by which 1 used to
go to meet Rupert at our trysting place. is
almost grown up. 1 could hardly find it till
| after l had crossed the road. But over the
field where we used to walk together, arm
in arm, on the path where no one could see
| us-you should try that with John some
times Fairlie (by the way, why does John
never come to see you now, Fairlie? Is he
dead, tooo. Well at any rate, got to the
stone seat within the porch where We two
| used to sit down. And when I got there the
great door was ajar. 1 had never seen it
like that before, though often and often l
had asked Rupert to bring the key and let
me look within. But he would not, for he
said we would be treading on our own
graves.
But now it was open, and there were
masons' tools about and great pile of lime
and sand behind the door. So l went in
and do you know what they had been do
ing? Putting up a monument of white
marble inside! And 1 thought-who can it
be? Perhaps to Rupert's mother. And l
wondered if old Gregory loved her as Ru-
pert loved me. And then l began to cry be-
cause Rupert did not come to see me any
more.
We'll, the tablet had not been put I'D in
its place. 1t was lying in kind of wooden
case or frame, like a picture-I think it
hads come that way from the man who
cut It, And, oh, it was so beautiful.
with an angels head on it and such a
touching inscription. it brought the tears
to my eyes Then l read the name:
RUPERT GLENDONWYN"
And l thought, How strange it is that
another of the same name as my husband
should be buried here and | not told of it,
But when l read on. even before came
to Tue date, l knew that it could only be
my husband. and that he was dead For il
was all so like him, every word as 1 would
have written it myself