New-York tribune., 1903-02-24
The Queen of Hearts.
BY GEORGE MORLEY.


your measure of a hero is. Tell me-
Kate m Looked ,So at him steadily with sort & OF OFT h 56
desiring to wound too deeply. He. too. read her
Il was clear that something was coming that would
he was falling deeply In love with this beautiful
We'll. then. Lord Mellon OH but let US dis
mount here and walk up to the house II is not
His iordship Immediately got down from his
they walked slowly over the grass. leading their
''WeII. then. Lord Mellon resumed Kate 'fn
my opinion a hero should not necessarily be a man
Setter for to be Of service to nanJind ana nav
add womankind. he should be well used 70 an the
indulge; and he should be bold man. But not
too bold; for. being he is no hero at ALI but
merely braggart. a vulgarian. and. most likely. a
snob. He need not be man OF money or of birth
can be no hero. He may ride wen or ride III dress
well or dress i'll; but ne must never foist his atteI-
tons upon a lady who ts known 70 De partial 70 an
other. In short, Lord Mellon. hero, in my judg-
love. will read the language OF the Iady's and
be it for or against will take It's message to his
heart in silence-thouGh the wound be sharp at
frst-and trouble her no more Do you Ike my
The last words were uttered by Kate with such
a peculiar emphasis that there was no Tistakng
their meaning, and Lord Mellon was at heart too
upright man to mistake them When Kate first
TO his peace. and as she went on me fu eIIecJ OF
her words told In the saddening aspect Of his face
%nch , tney aelahGeo @ l , on MN IN 10, ne @S MrS p anu
o much as So Ne ss pgq GTeve ii that viii try to act
the hero YOU have so graphically described
She sezad ts1fff his efGa "a hand and @
more than wonted warmth as she said with I'M
Lord George Mellon. you are noble fellow
respect and honorary. almost love you. for your
nobility of character and'--
Kate never finished the sentence great gal
lips. and she turned in the moonlight to ind the
event which she most dreaded thrust upon heri
CHAPTER III.
The Queen-and Her Subjects
with hunting crop raised aioft in a threatening
manner his face red with passion rather than with
Owned o1S SPiof' of FeTrars 6%Snf" coaTf '' ~
If an angel of light had sought in hat moment
would have ridden the angel down Wild horses
from that brutal intent which was i0omed TO hurI
him hi bad nfo eTaT 9e SeRet 6e e R ha1 1r v m m @
head. and until its fury was spent there was no
When within short distance Of Kate and Lord
Mellon Giiberf ieaped rom tne ne saaIg hI 1eayn5 r
his IordshiD whip in hand
Kate was but a woman ~ and s?e screamed loudly
she was ASHAMED Of her WesSnes5 She let go her
round the parklet, followed by Gioerts larger
upon MS horse ana planting nerset Ii!lI IN ir2hC %
of Lord MellOn-a look OF den f1ce mingled with
"Oh Master GilIie. Master GiIHer' now shouted
of the parklet. don't ye hurt anybody. Master
so you love him. do you Kate?'' sneered Gilbert.
ing his Whip vigorously stand Of Sweet Wench.
or you will get hurt and. -Utia1 I feel myself
golden head qS for the world Bu5 my lord is man
and mean to beat some gentleIr1nly manners into
You are an arrant coward. Gilbert answered
bright eyes looking brighter still as the silver
beams Of 1.-THE the moonligh5 fell upon & them EN- Thsn
and said in wthering accents; Now You touch
tleman to me and real friend 20 you. and. true
as as sb there Is SKY k above US he shall marry me II
There is something majestie IN t''e anger of a
pect of wild Kate Grevine as she stood ON the
grass there the white light in he' eyes. daring Gill
Strike, sir!.' She ssid again in softer Voice
The latter once more raised mis- whip as though
NO, cannot" he said dropping his weapon
Kate he added turning to ber with saSe suii
Of repentance. please forgive me- Your words are
ike ten thousand horsewhips upon my unworth.
back" He then held out his ,I nanl Ito 70 the man
within within an iiel5 inch Of his life nave
Lord Mellon. I ask your pardon. too" ne said.
In a second Lord Mellon vas graspine. his hand
forgive you with all my heart Think no more
Thank God for thatr' were the words that came
trembling. and swaying to and fro though neither
Her shri1 cry Of distress mad penetrated to the
drawing room of Packford Grange. which over
upon the scene, speechless with wonder She was
generous. loquacioUs creature of uncertain age.
whose devotion Kate had become a prover5;
and when she heard that shrek of her dear
Kitty she hurried of lhe house fast
S her limbs would carry her until she face
to face with her idol
Aunt Miriam took in the scene at glance. for
she we'll acquainted with ''the tantrums.
she called them. of Gilbert She toddled her round
person up to Kate. and, placed comforting
upon her neck a mother would TO her
favorite child
In that moment all Gibert's temper vanished
He ran up to Kate, took hold of her ice cold
hands. and said in tremulOus tones. "Oh, Kate.
Kate. what have done?"
'tDone?' said Aunt Miriam. with a voice Of i'm
perial contempt. What have you done? Why.
you've made her faint. worst tempered young
man in Warwickshire Garry her into the house
quick"
Gilbert required second bidding He took her
in his a tendery if she had been a babe
and bore her through the stone entrance nall Of
the Grange. until under the orders of Aunt Miriam
he deposited her gently upon a couch IN the draw
ing room there to - brought round" with those
serviceabIe though old fashioned remedies well
known to every good Warwickshire gentlewOman.-
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