The Washington times., 1903-10-18

and ] won't alter II; but you must try to
find the girl-not a girl now; she must
tie a middle-aged woman"
did you tell Mr.. Street, the lawyer
o: this?"
mo, did not"
You should do So"
II won't. tell you! If you find Ethel
or child of hers hand over the prop
crty; If you do not, it is all yours"
There was an awkward silence: then
Lady MORRISON said almost tremulous-
ly:
Satisfy a dying woman, IseuIt Prom
Ire me you will do as I wish?" And at
ter a pause IseUlt gave the required
promise.
ITO whom was thel married?" Iseult
asked
ITO man named Fairfax-Henry
Fairfax; but tomorrow 1 will tell you
more. There are papers and letters
in that desk. too; but 1 am tired. You
can read them tomorrow"
But no tomorrow came for Lady Nor
risson. She died shortly before mid
night, and Iseult was left mistress of
Analdale Castle. and the big coal-pits.
The girl was more humble in her pros
perity than in adversely. Various rela-
tions found her out, and her mothers
widowed sister established herself at
the castle Sir Peters money had pur-
| chased. Her only son, Herbert An
struther. had been a not unfrequent
visitor.
II have done my best to find Mrs. Fair
fax and failed" Iseult said, rising to
her feet. 81 suppose I must give Her
bert his answer before 1 return from
London.
, Her face wore no happy smile as she
thought OF her cousins persistent WOO
ing.
81 wish 1 could love him. she
thought. 81 suppose IL Is not in me to
| love anybody; however I need not make
myself miserable by thinking over the
matter, and had better hurry home"
A long streak of yellow light showed
where the sun had gone down, and the
clouds in the east had grown dark and
threatening.
Iseult made her hat more secure as
| she moved onward with the quick. firm
steps of a practiced walker. The cool
breeze exhilarated her. and presently
| she began TO sing the words of the old
| ballad:
Where are you going, my pretty maid?
I'm going a-milking. sir, she said
! Her voice. though unframed. was clear
and sweet. and she sang on until she
came to
My face is my fortune, sir she said.
Suddenly a mans voice close at hand
| took up the song
Then can't marry you, my pretty maid.
The voice was a cultivated one. and In
an impulsive, reckless mood Iseult an
swered back
Nobody axed you, sir, she said.
Il beg your pardon!" A young man
advanced. cap in hand. 81 shouldn't
have been so bold. I might have fright
ened you
Il don't think So" Iseult responded.
Il am not easily frightened"
There was still light enough for the
two TO see each other distinctly. After
a pause the stranger said:
II cannot doubt your statement. How
far IS 1t to Arlston p
Eight miles by the road
"Ahi I've had a long tramp today.
Can you add to your kindness by point
| ing out the direction should take?"
Certainly II you follow me I can
show you a path by which your journey
can be shortened by a couple of miles. -
But I am taking you out of your
way the stranger said.
He was man OF perhaps twenty eight
or thirty years of age. tall and well
made glance told Iseult that his
rough tweed suit fitted perfectly and
that his bearing was that OF a gentle
man.
Mo- can easily get home this way"
she SAID.
Only a few remarks were exchanged
between them till the girl paused.