The Birmingham age-herald., 1910-03-13

me-" She looked at Robert steadily. but he could not or would not see.
 T love Robert" Caroline said to herself that night. "and he ought to see it. be- lieve he loves me, but will not give in to 1t. That infatuation of his for business swallows up all else. My love is dashed against rock. I will torment myself no more by seeing him" But she did see him, and when he was a little tender, even when he was kind, hope was re- newed in her.
 Now into this community, into these af- fairs and among these people, came Shir- ley Keeldar MT. Yorke was one of her trustees. The young lady had just come of age and at Yorkes request, or rather command. had journeyed down into York shire to live in the ancient house of her fathers. For though Miss Keeldar had a masculine prenomen she was a young lady with all the feminine graces, most beautiful to look upon and with will of her own not to be disputed by any one with impunity. There were many wealth fer families in the district, but the Keel dars had lived there at their place of Fieldhead, for a thousand years and all the gentry round about. titled and un- titled, regarded them as of superior clay. Shirley's parents had much wished for boy as the inheritor of their ancient line, and when a girl was born to them did the best they could with the situation by giving to the girl the name they had se- lected for the boy who did not appear. MT. Helstone, as soon as he heard of the arrival of the heiress of Fieldhead, made his niece put on her bonnet and shawl and accompany him to the mansion house. In low-ceiled, oak-paneled parlor they were received by woman of matronly form and, though she could not have been more than 45, of no youthful aspect, nor, apparently, the wish to assume it.. She had face across which was written as legible as if in words-'T have seen sor- row" It was Mrs. Pryor, formerly the governess of Shirley Keedar and now her companion. Mrs. Pryor seemed strangely embarrassed when the rector and his niece were announced Diffidence Caroline ascribed her manner to and, delighted to find some one more i'll at ease than her self, she began to talk freely with the lady, feeling strangely drawn to her. Mrs. Pryor gazed upon her tenderly yet doubt fully and replied with soft, low tones | Then came in Shirley, fresh and radiant from the garden, came in through a win dow opening to the floor, and held in her apron a great mass of flowers which she had just picked With her was a great dog, half mastiff half bulldog, which she addressed by the name of Tartar Tall, erect, slight, the girl. still retaining with her left hand her apron full of flowers. gave her right hand to the rector and said q knew you would come to see me, though you do think MT. Yorke has made Jocobin out of me. Good morn ing"
 "But we will have you no Jocobin, replied the rector, they will not steal the flower of my parish. Now that you are amongst us again you shall be my pupil in politics and religion. I'll teach you sound doctrine on both points We are little Jacobin; for what know little free thinker Come, let us have con fession of faith on the spot" He took the two hands of the heiress, causing her to let fall her whole cargo of flowers and seated her by him on the sofa. Say your creed,' he ordered. "The Apostle's?' "Yes." She said 1t like child. Now for St. Athanasius, that's the test. "Oh let me pick up my flowers first" cried Shirley. Tartar will tread on them. Shirley turned her attention to Caroline You look pale," she said. A''Is she al ways pale. Mir. Helstone?' 'she used | to be the rosiest of flowers replied the rector" 'Whet altered herr Has she