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Itation, but stood with a froWnlng
face, and hands plunged in his peck.
cts, as she wendell her steps out OF
the wood. She was halfway up the
incline when she heard her name
breathed softly, and, looking up, saw
Dorothy.
"Well?" asked the girl. Her lips
were white and pressed together.
Enid hastily repeated what the mai
had told her, and Immediately she felt
her heart beat fast at the horrible ex-
preston that came over her cousins
lovely face. 1t was but for an in
slant, however; the next Dorothy was
herself again; she took Ends arm.
Come this way! Pretend to ad.
mire the roses when Lord Derriman
comes back, and swear by all you
hold holy not to mention what you
have done to a soul. Swear!"
Enid trembled slightly.
81 can not swear, Dorothy, "she an
swered, "but promise you, and you
can trust me-"
Dorothy looked at her sharply, but
said nothing. The earnest eyes up
lifted to her satisfied her.
She pushed the slender, black
robed figure on before her into the
wilderness Of rose trees that scented
the air for yards around, and as the
sound of a mans foot approaching
reached her, she Immediately bent
over a cluster of deep red-hued bios
SONS in a splendid imitation of
ecstasy.
"Oh, Enid" she cried, "are these
not beautiful? Look" Then turn
ing her golden head, she went on:
Dear Lord Derriman, what can I say
to you? See! I picked up my bangle
just two yards from where you left
me. I am so sorry!"
Don't mention it, Miss Knebwell.
You know I am only too pleased to
serve you in any way, and I am in
deed glad you have found your treas
ure. 1 was just going to give orders
to have the whole place secured"
Dorothy repaid this speech with a
gentle look from her eyes, and the
young mans bronzed face flushed
with delight at the expression in
them.
And Miss Leslie" he said, kindly,
turning to Ends small, shrinking
form, how do you like the rose gar
den?"
very much" murmured the girl.
She was aghast, wretched, confused
at her cousins easy falsehood and
strange ways. Deception was a thing
unknown to Enid. She felt the same
sensation of pity pass through her as
she gazed at the young man before
her as she had experienced when she
had watched Dorothy dismount from
her tired horse without a sign of
gratitude or thoughtfulness.
"He looks so good, I like him." she
said to herself, and forthwith she fell
to sketching a mental picture, with
Gervais, Lord Derriman, as the GEN.
trail object, while Dorothy chatted on
laughingly, looking to her host the
purest, sweetest and loveliest crea-
ture he had ever beheld.
"And now to find our chaperon,
Enid" she observed, after a few min
utes.
And have some tea. And you
must come and see my mother, please
she has been asking for you"
"Oh, how negligent I have been!
Lead me to her at once" cried Miss
Knebwell, regretfully.
Il want to introduce Miss Leslie to
her also. If I mistake not, I knew
your father well, Miss Leslie, years
ago. What a grand artist he was!"
Enid clasped her hands, and a color
flushed to her cheeks as he said this.
Poor Uncle Charles!" sighed Dor
othy, before Enid could speak, II al
ways loved him"
II have two sweet, delicate pic
lures from his BRUSH" continued Lord
Derriman. smiling.
"Oh! may L" The girl stopped.
MAY you see them? With all my
heart"
Another time; not now, darling,
Dorothy interrupted. I'VE must get
home, you know; we dine out to.
night"
Enid knew nothing of this, and, in
deed, it was only an excuse. Dorothy
had no other engagement.
Come again, soon," Lord Derri,
man said to Enid, land you shall see
your fathers pictures"
She lifted her eyes to him, and he
almost uttered an exclamation as he
beheld their full beauty; even Doro.
thy's handsome orbs paled before the
pathetic depths and sweetness OF
these sapphire stars. The mention OF
her fathers na2e served as another
link to draw Ends heart to this
young a She was content to fol.
low behind and listen, till they
reached Lady Derriman's chair, and
then, once more, her cheeks flushed
and pleasure pushed away the pain
and unhappiness that clamored in bel
breast from the strange events that
had come to her, as she received gen
tie words and further praise of hel
dead father.
She was silent as the carriage bore
them away; she longed to be alone
and think. All the gayety, the color
the life, seemed to die out of Dorothy
Knebwell's face as they drove swiftly
through the grounds of Bromley