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all made up between them. and there was no truth whatever in the story the spiteful Lady Isabel had started | about Tom Tusher ana my lady. As l they walked home in the gathering | shadows, Frank hurrying before, Lazy | Castlewood said to tho captain: Do | you know what day 1t is- It is your birthday. But last year we did not drink it--no, no! My lord was cold and my poor Harry was rar off, and my brain was in fever. But now you are come home again, bringing your 1 sheaves with you, my dear" She burut | into flood of sweeping as she spoke, she laughed and sobbed on the young mans heart crying out wildly: Bring ing your sheaves with you--your sheaves with you!"
 Tiff 'tis so, my dear lady" said Harry, why need we ever part? Come away. Leave this Europe, which has so many sad recoIlections TOT you, and be- l gin life again with me Tn the New | World. There is that land in Virginia which King Charles gave our ancestor. | Frank will give us that"
 i Hush boy' replied sne. ''For you the world is just beginning; for me, l must leave 1t and pray out my expia- tion, dear. But when your heart is wounded come to me, Harry"
 When they reached the house at Wal | cote and stood in the great hall, Frank. who had preceded them, welcomed the Captain with a shout of joy and cried; 1 "When I am IT am going to the army, too. Look. who comes here-'tts Mistress Trix with a new ribbon. Ho! | ho! I knew she would put on one as soon as she heard the Captain was i coming to dinner" And down the stairs came Beatrix, holding a candle l in her hand which illuminated her and shone on her scarlet ribbon and on the
 most beautiful white neck in the | found a woman, grown beyond the | common height and arrived at such | a dazzling perfection or beauty that | his eyes might well delight at behold ing her.
 She was a brown beauty; that Is, her | eyes, eyebrows lashes and hair were dark; her hair curling in rich undula-
 tions and falling on her shoulders; l but her complexion Was as dazzling
 white as snow in sunshine and her l cheeks and lips full, rich red. Her | eyes were fire. her look was love and
 her voice the sweetest low song. Her form was symmetry itself
 She advanced. holding ner head for
 ward as if she would have Esmond | kiss her as he used to do when child, but checked herself with: Stop. l am grown too big. Welcome, cousin Har- l ry." And she made a sweeping court | sey down to the floor. Then she gave | him both her hands and said. "Oh liar ry. we are so glad you are come.- | Esmond stood entraneed, enthralled. | Every other thought was swallowed up | in the contemplation of this marvellous | lovelfness Many men subsequently, lost their hearts (and some their lives) for | the wondrous beauty of Beatrix Es-
 mond.
 The next day Lady CastIewood look
 ed fatigued as if with watching. and | her face was pale. Beatrix remarked
 these signs of indisposition and de- | plored them. "I am an old woman. | says my lady, with a kind smile I
 cannot hope to look as young as you
 do. dear"
 In his artless way. Frank told Harry
 many a tale of Trix: how the young
 Lord Blandford, the great Marlbor-
 ough heir, had been desperately in
 love with her and she had given him
 a lock of her hair, discovering which
 his mother. the Duchess. had raved
 and stormed and boxed the ears of
 Crawley and Anthony Henley had
 drawn swords about her. and much
 more.
 Harry realized that Beatrix would | never marry but for rank and station,
 and he would not have been human
 had he not for a time wavered in his l resolution never to claim possession
 of the title and estates of Castlewood '. | Torn by a tumult of conflicting emo
 tions. Harry did what many another
 gallant gentleman has done before and
 since, and fled away to the wars again, ] to the campaigns in Germany and the