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=" and she covered her face with
her trembling hands.
NO" he said, bravely. You do not
know-how should your" he smiled
with the bitterness of self-inficted
misery. How should you know that
the man whom you had seen but twice
or thrice, and spoken few kind words
to, should have dared to love you?
much less to forgive, for | have
worried and harassed you, and given
you pain"
mo, no." she murmured. stretching
out her hand pleadingly, with her face
turned to him piteously. ut is to be
for" and she stopped.
He took her hand and held it. half
dazed in his grief.
II was mad was fool" he said,
bitterly. Il deserve that you should
go without word more TO me than
you have spoken; but you are still the
kind angel my heart has pictured you.
am going now, Kate-Miss Meddon.
Don't-dont think of this madness OF
mine; don't let 1t worry you. | shall
get over tt" and he forced a smile
--"and | wish you" he paused,
his voice seemed to have fOrsaken him
Il wish you every happiness Heaven
can send you. For Heavens sake
don't cTyl" he added, in an agony.
But she was not crying, it would
have been better for her If she had
been; she let her fan fall from her
eyes and looked at him, look more
eloquent than words-the look of
woman whose heart is pulling one
way, and fate and duty the other.
He touched her hand with his lips.
the kiss of a man who Is taking fare
well of his beloved dead, then laid her
hand gently and tenderly down on the
cold stone. Another moment he would
have gone, but at that moment several
persons came out from the ROOM and
mans voice said:
Kate! Kate! are you there?"
She started. and drawing her shawl
around her, seemed to shrink back
from the voice. Clifford dropped from
the seat, but stood looking through the
space between the pillars of the stone
railing. II was not her fathers voice,
1t must be that other man to whom
she was engaged.
A fierce bitterness, the fire of
jealousy, famed in his heart A desire
to see the man who had gained the
prize, for which he would have given
his life, kept him rooted to the spot.
Are you there, Kate?" said the
voice again-not pleasant voice, and
strangely enough one that Clifford
seemed to know!
She looked into the darkness into
which Clifford had disappeared, then,
without answering, she moved TOWARD
the man.
"0h, you are here!" he said, holding
out his arm. I've been looking for
you everywhere. You'll catch your
death of cold with only that thin
shawl on"
She put her hand-the tips of her
ringers on his arm, and he was leading
her away when a stream of people
met them at the doorway and kept
them standing for moment.
In that moment the light from the
room fell upon his face, and Clifford,
With start, sprang forward to the
ran anu looked at him with stare OF
amazement.
He had not seen the face for years
but it vast must be--the face of
his cousin Arthur, Yes, there could
be no doubt of it,
He grasped the edge of the seat
upon which he knelt, and stared with
set lips, as cold as the stone itself.
A woman's voice broke out clear
and above the rest of the buzz and
hum of talk and laughter.
"Oh, Kate, do persuade Lord Carr.
Lyon to join this cotillion. I've tried
my poor best. but he Is absolutely
dear to the voice of my charm.
ing. Now, don't be obstinate
Lord Carr-LYon. dare say Kate is
engaged already, but I'll make peace
with her partner. and she shall dance
with you. Come. you won't resist
that"
Clifford looked around for his uncle
to whom the woman must. of course
be speaking; but he could see no sign
of the Old earl, and she was looking at
Arthur-what did it mean? Where
was the earle Could it be possible
that she was really addressing his
cousin Arthur, and why did she cah
him Lord Carr-Iyon?
I'll dance anything with Kate" he
said, looking down at her with a smile
that sent the blood bubbling TO poor
Clifford's head.
"Of course you Will" said the lady
Now, Kate, run your pencil through
your partners name. and put Lord
Carr-Lyon's in its place."
They moved away into the room
and Clifford. staring after them for
moment sank into seat near him
with shaky laugh.
Had he gone clean out of his mind?
Was 1t all dream, and would he wake
in the cottage presently? This man
this cousin of his-Lord Carr-Lyon.