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Its unwise," said Cyril. "There
is not much danger, excepting of fire"
"And of other things" said Lord
Beaumont. "By-the-way, l don't sup
pose he bears you any goodwill,
Cyril"
Il suppose not" said Cyril, with
the indifference of contempt.
"You see you have supplanted him,
or he thinks So"
Somebody must see to the estate"
said Cyril, "and he was incapable"
Thank Heaven he is to 60" said
Lord Beaumont. "Leola-Miss Dale
has just promised. He is not fit to
be about the place-and, of course,
Cyril, you will be steward"
Cyril looked grave.
Il do not know. | may not re-
main"
What" exclaimed Lord Beaumont,
with concern, Don't talk like that.
Cyril; what should we do without
you? What would Leola-" Cyril
started at the Christian name, which
Lord Beaumont had unwittingly used,
land, Cyril" he went on, there is
something want to tell you. have
wanted to tell you some time past,
but felt that ought to tell her first.
Cyril, love her"
Whom? Miss Stanhope?" said Cyril
Lord Beaumont started and stared
speechlessly.
"Cicely!' he said, agitatedly. mo,
no! What made you think of her?
No, Leolal"
Cyril stood looking across the mea-
dow. He was very pale, perhaps at
the blunder which he had made, his
lips were set tightly together, and his
hand clasped his whip tightly, but his
voice was very calm.
Il beg your pardon, am very sorry.
thought"
But for what reason?" demanded
Lord Beaumont, beginning to pace up
and down in front of his easel, and
with agitated concern. "Cis! Great
Heaven! | have always considered
her my sister-we have been children,
playmates together! CHS! no: | am
fond of her as a brother, and She"
he paused, for Cyril had glanced up
with a grave, waiting expression
and She" went on Lord Beaumont.
hurriedly, regards me as a sister
might do the brother whom she loves.
1t has always been so-but Leola-
oh. Cyril Is It any wonder that I
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her and refrain from loving her?
Cyril. you must have seen--you must
have noticed how my heart was go
ing!"
Cyril shook his head-it seemed as
II he were communing with himself.
AT any rate" said Beaumont, al.
most with reproach, 81 think, dear
friend, that | should know the mo-
ment your heart was touched. I
should know that you loved, and
should not mistake the object of your
choice"
Would you?" cried Cyril, with a
short, harsh laugh. Il am denser,
Lord Beaumont"
Forgive me-" said Beaumont, lay
Ing his hand on his arm: Il scarcely
know what am saying!"
Il forgive you and--and congratu.
late YOU" said Cyril. clearing his
throat
"Ah, you are too precipitate," said
Beaumont, with sigh. 1T is too
early to congratulate me, old fellow"
Cyril turned with a sudden, fever.
ish eagerness, then controlled him.
self and said, in low voice:
She has refused you, them"
No. | hope may say no."
said Beaumont, with a sigh: at will
go hard with me II l may not, for
feel,' he said, that could not live
without her, that-but there. win
not say more, Cyril; but do feel--I
hunger for your good wishes. Say
that you wish me success. Cyril" and
he held out his hand.
Cyrils head dropped on his breast.
and for the space of an instant his
face worked with the sign OF some
terrible emotion, which was hidden by
the broad brim of his felt hat. Then
he turned. and grasping Lord Beau.
mont's hand wrung ii so freely as to
cause pain, and said. solemnly:
IF you really love her"
"Really!"l
Really love her" went on Cyril.
taking no notice of the interruption.
"and--and she loves you. then | wish
you success with all my heart, and in
either or any case wish you happi.
ness
Then he locked at his watch, and
with forced smile, said:
But here's my morning going. and
things standing still. You will stay
and finish your sketch"
stop" called Beaumont after him,
but Cyril, shook his head with laugh
and strobe OF.
That afternoon II was remarked on
the farm how tired and queer the
young master looked, and Mrs. Tib-
belts motherly heart was filled with
concern as she heard him come In nj