The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1907-02-24

old Rosa unspotted by the world. And
IL It will add to Clans pleus"re to
hear I am noar him, give him my COM
pliments."
=. CHAPTER x1.
Clandonnld, mcantine, was walking
up and down In tho bamboo avenue.
chewing tho cud OF sweet and bitter
fancy. Lady Campstown's loving bab-
BILE had put him In possession of IN
idea that haunted him like sweet music.
'"1'oscy has been fairly living on talk
OF you and "reminiscences OF you ever
since we met" With all due allows
spenkerin his favor. there was q sug-
gestion Of conviction in her manner
that he could not forget or put away.
Was ever ilattery so subtly doliciousJ
MS this thought? Tho fine stern rcso-
luton no had made to fec from Posey's
vicinity seemed to take to itself wings
and vanish In thin air What? Go
without seeing her onca alone, with-
out thanking her for her kind thought
his relative in his absence7 It would
be truly unheard-o of thing to do. He
even chose to forget the swiftly adj
vancing marrlage-tho betrothed lover
who was doubtless now upon tho
ocean, speeding as fast az steam could
bring him to make sweet Poscy his.
Nothing weighed, nothing counted. be-
side Clandonald's strong, overpowcring
desire to look upon her face, to touch
her hand again, to have her clear eyes
search the recesses of his soul.
In two words. he had come down of
his high horse. and was now madly
anxious to get inside the RENE des
Fees garden on the chance Of finding
Miss W.nstnnley4 sitting alone In the
spot indicated by his aunt as her
favorite retreat at that hour OF the.
day-the orange walk, near the foun-
tain with the broken-nosed Triton. It
was one OF the most secluded spots
about the grounds, he remembered
Anything might happen there and the
Inhabitants OF the villa be none the.
wiser for It. What good fortune II
he should have the luck to find her.
alone and undisturbed in this Sc
questered nook! And oven II Miss Car
stairs should be with Posey. he would
trust to her womans tact 10 leave
them alone for: a little talk. ~
With an artful afrectation OF going,
toward the town. he proceeded to stroll
down tho walled street for bit, then
turning. doubled on his tracks, and
went In ut the large gate OF the Villa
y Itcines des Fees. inquiring Of the wo-
"a
doorway sof the lodge playing domi-
noes with an old. old man. and who
admired Milford Clnndonald greatly.
whether .the ladies' were at home.
Upon receiving from her q smiling
assurance that she knew them to be
somewhere about the grounds. since
her husband. the gardener. had lust
then called to Miss Winstanley where
she sat in the orange walk, to receive
some orders about a new lower-bed.
he bowed, thanked his informant, and
took his way to the designated spot.
Clandonald had reguincd his boyish
beauty after so many days in the saddle
and nights under the stars. His complex
ion was well with healthy blood, the bag.
& gard look had fed from his eyes. Ills
magnificent form was in perfect condi-
ton his heart beat like schoolboy's
beneath his summer flannels. AS Is he
walked5on with rapid, sprinEinE step,
he brandished in his hand Makila
4 stick OF tough Pyrcnean wood. OF
which tbs handle was formed OF a
single rounded pebble, and having at
the lower end an iron spike-one5 OF
the dangerous canes fabricated by. the
& Basque peasants, dear to the heart OF
Z Northern Spain. brought BY him from
Biarritz. long ago. and left hanging
by Its leathern loop In his aunts en-
Try, where, as relic OF her nephew,
1t was religtously preserved. Els hat.
Of fine Panama braid, shaded his eyes
from the too glaring ardor OF the
Proyencal sun after the middle OF the
day. lei
The gardeners wife, looking afte,
him. smiled approximately. She knew
his hard-luck story, and. like s. every;
body else. hoped that Candona1d mac
at last emerged again from under the
shadow of the undeserved cloud Of
Ruby Dnrien. When he had disap.
peared behind the shrubbery. and wa!
well out OF hearing, the good wo,
man curved her hand around hel
mouth and remarked to her ancien
sire, in patois hard for an out
slider to understand, that she hopeu q
last the Bon Dieu was going to max,
up to this moor young MILFORD for III,
troubles He had sent to him-just
for all the world. as II lie had been
peasant like themselves! !.