The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1911-01-10

! and felt q traitor and ashamed TO see
the secret of Hugh's heart writ in the
pale, drawn face above his task.
Hugh Mcdonnell would never have
| unbent to any one. surely last of all
to that person who might consciously
he turned and saw the outpOuring of
his hearts secret reflected in the ten
der eyes of the girl before him, his
confidence rose up to meet her sym
patty. Miss Aileen," he said, SIM
ply, unembarrassed, and at ease,
they were her flowers, my dear
Her flowersi Oh, far-seeing, little
Mistress Invalid The girls brain
! swan, revolving at the bitterness.
yet even now her heart rejoiced in
his full confidence.
For Hugh, the gardener, the man
| of work, the underling and servant,
told the strange story Of his lowering
to the girl beside him. And as he
talked the great Scotch house seemed
even now before her, the fields and
woods, the hills and running streams,
the brother love betrayed
You see," said Hugh, they thought
I took the sum. All, well, thought
that she loved Jeff-a fine, bright lad
he was-I thought that she loved JEFF
and SO ! took the blame"
Then there were quick footsteps
from without, and suddenly Hugh
stood, keen erect, once more the
clever player, enacting his part. You
will forget" he said. My sorrow
must not trouble you-promise, you
will forget"
The girl looked up into the anxious
face Of the man above her, and
through her tears, she smiled. Il will
forget"
Il will forget" A promise is easy
to give, but as day followed day, the
story took more vital hold of the
girls deep sympathy, and time, in
stead of celebrating il, scared it deep
making it a sorrow of her own. The
mans fine honor, his wOndrous sac
rifice, were before her In her walks.
her duties, her pleasures. and her
play.
Most keenly did she feel his injury
that night OF the great reception at
the Coverly home. She had been ask
ed early, as an honored friend to help
receive, but, somehow, through the
music and laughter one thought held
sway-the injustice OF the powers and
the desire 10 right this wrong. Per
haps it was the banks of lilies that
suggested Hugh so persistently, or il
might have been the little Scotch
brought back the hurt, an unconscious
reminder of the country of his birth.
A slender, fragile little soul she was,
this Jean McVey, and Aileen Won
dered, as she bent above the bowl of
fragrant blooms, at the sorrow in her
eyes.
And the girl marveled still more at
the start the woman gave and the
fearful pallOr Of her face when she
questioned her about her love of these
same flowers. She trembled and then
she said:
ness, dear girl-a little air would
help"
Aileen sought their cloaks, and by
some inspiration, divining her love
for flowers. she led the little woman
along the box-hedged walk to where
the conservatory windows cleaned
brightly in the moonlight.
There was some one in the outer
room and as she knocked. Hugh open
ed wide the door.
Then, in flash, the girl perceived
tn ending OF her tale. for the mans
face was as flame. and the woman
trembled toward him.
Hugh, Hugh she cried. ''All
through the world l have sought. jeff
told that it was he-and always from
the first, / have loved you
The girls eyes were blinded as
Hugh caught his old love in his arms,
and as she hurried back through the
darkness, there seemed a frail, faint
fragrance OF lilies following her.