Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1907-02-16

ANpu.
The countess came into the room, and
Grace found that his visits were to be
frequent.
From that day they saw a great deal
OF each other. Lady Grace s,rove to arm
herself against him she called up pride,
anger and many other adjuncts. false as
they were vain, for the heart is ever true
to itself and will be heard. 1t ended in
her struggling no longer; in her giving
herself up, once more, to the bliss of low
ing him unchecked
Did he give himself up to the same by
way of reciprocity? Not of loving her :;
no, 1t had not come to it; but he did
Weld to the charm of liking her, of find
ing pleasure in her society," of wishing to
he more frequently Mt Avon House.
The Hon. and Rev. Wilfred Eliotsen.
claiming a dead earl for a father and
live earl for brother, was not, of course,
a light whose beams could be hid under
n bushel, more particularly as the live
earl was in the cabinet. 1t therefore sur
prised no one that when the excellent old
Bishop of Barkaway was gathered to his
fathers and a lucky canon, who held one
Of the best livings in the kingdom. was
promoted to his inter- Mr.. Elliotsen
should step into the canon's shoes rich
living and all. This left Great Whitton
vacant. As luck, or the opposite, chanc-
ed to have it, Lord Avon was on few
days visit to his mother when Mr.. Ell
liotscn received his appointment.
Don't put such another as Elliotsen
into Great Wilton, Henry" observed the
countess to her son, cor we shall have
the parish in rebellion"
lie has not succeeded In pleasing his
flock yet, them" remarked his lordship.
Give it to Mr. Baumgarten. He is
deserving man. Henry; he will restore
peace to the parish, and as a preacher
few excel him"
Lord Avon laughed a little as he sat
down to face the sofa.
why, mother, Baumgarten IS the very
man / had in my own mind. l thought
ny your preamble you must have fixed on
some one else. | would rather he had it
than any other person in the world. l
can tell you that the smart the last con-
tretemps brought me fingers yet. Let it
be Baumgarten We owe him a recon-
pense."
And that very day the earl, afraid DOS
sioly, of fresh interference, personally Of
fered Great Wilton to Mr.. Baumgar-
ten and shook hands on its acceptance.
That same evening Mr.. Baumgarten
presented himself at Avon House. Grace
Carmel was standing amid the rose trees:
she liked to linger in the open air at the
dusk hour, to watch the stars come out.
and to think OF him. But that she wore
white dress, he might not have distin
guished her In the fading twilight. He
left the open path to join her.
1T is a late visit, Lady Grace, which
must apologize for; was called out to
sick friend as | was starting, and de-
tanned an hour" he said; but l could
not resist coming to say a word of graft
tude to Lord Avon"
Your visit will not accomplish its OBJ
Jet, Mr.. Baumgarten, for my brother is
gone. He left before doinner upon some
matter of urgent business in town. Nam
ma says she is very glad that you will be
nearer to u.s."
Perhaps l have to thank you for this.
AS much as Lord Avon" he said.
No; no, indeed; it was mamma who
spoke to Henry; or he to her: they ar
ranged 1t between them. II"
WHAT he whispered.
u did not speak to him." she contin-
ned, filling up the pause of hesitation
That is all | was going to say"
But Mr.. Baumgarten did not fail to de-
tect how agitated she was. Her trembling
hands were busy with the rose trees
though she could scarcely distinguish
buds from leaves. Mr.. Baumgarten took
,,Ia IA
arm, bent down his face until it was on
a level with hers. Grace" he whispered
have We misunderstood each other?"
She could not speak but her lips turn
ed white with her emotion. 1t was the
hour of bliss she had so long dreamed of
Grace" he continued, in a tone of i'm
FASHIONED tenderness, have we loved each
other through the past, and did | mistake
my feelings? Oh, Grace, my best-beIoyed
forgive me! Forgive my folly and my
blindness :"
With plaintiye cry of satisfied yearn-
ing, such as may escape from one who
suddenly finds a long-sought-for resting
place, Grace Carmel turned 10 his EN-
brace. He held her to him; he covered
her face with imprisoned kisses, as he
had once covered Edith Danes; he whis-
pered all that man can whisper of poetry
and tenderness. She was silent from
excess Of bliss, but she felt that she could
have lain where she was forever
You do not speak" he jealousy said
you do not tell me that you forgive the
past. Grace, say but one word say you
love me :"
Far deeper than another ever did"
she murmured. "Oh, Ryle! l will be
more to you than she can have been -
Grace. pardon my folly" he implored.
I am doing wrong; l have forgotten my
self strangely. Forgive, forgive me- 1t
is madness TO aspire to you, have no
right to seek TO drag you down from
your rank 10 my level"
But she chung TO him still. Your own
wife your own dear wife" she whispered.
"Ryle, Ryle; only love me forever"
Never had Lady Avon seen or suspect
ed aught of the case regarding her daugh-