The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1913-07-06

"Ah! but they was on their own ground,
and In their own country" the other sug-
gested with fash of something like In.
telligence. You was the foreigner over
there, you know"
you are a common person, Dodson,"
returned Purdon. In high disgust. And
It's to be expected that your ideas should
be common and low. I should waste my
time II endeavored to convince you OF
the impossiblity OF an Englishman being
foreigner anywhere And time like mine
is precious. Good evening"
The Wallets hand was upon the latch of
tho garden door, when he changed his
mind and went off In another direction
1t was we'll he did So for his mistress
could not have saved herself from his
observation by flight Her trembling
limbs bore her as far as an ancient bower
of climbing hops. the haunt OF innumer-
able members OF the earw!g tribe and a
receptacle for supernnuated flower pots
and coils OF bass. She sank upon Its moss.
stained seat and burst into piteous. over
whelming tears. Oh, why had Lyndon de.
ceived her? Who was this creature. this
Fairy. who had caused him such misery?
who had dragged him from his home?
village girl? A keepers daughter?
Could high-bred man Of Lyndons type
so easily yield to vulgar Vaccinations?
Poor lady! Let those among US who have
never felt the pangs of Jealousy dub her
a goose.
The housekeeper and the butler were
met by Lady Lyndon upon her return to
the house. They were coming out Of the
library. The housekeeper had her hand
kerchief to her eyes. the buffers face was
OF unusual length. What is the matter?"
their mistress asked. concealing her own
tear-stained face as we'll as she could
from observation; and JARVIS answered
not without a certain gloomy relish, ME
and Mrs. Carnegie were sent for, my lady,
to assist In witnessing the signature Of
his lordship's will" And Carnegie, from
oehind MS coat collar murmured some
thlng about our being here to-day and
gone tomorrow, and the golden bowl
being broken. and the cord being loosed.
AND Lady Lyndon wen to her room with
another question at her heart! Why had
Lyndon said nothing 10 her about his In.
tention OF making his will? Was ever
hopeless woman more involved in mystery
It was charming room in white enamel.
with the thick plush carpet and the other
upholstery OF deep dead rose. A great
many water colors by eminent hands were
set IN the glistening white panelling and
glorif1ed the stands and brackets She
sank into her favorite chair making a
pretty picture OF fair, high-bred English
beauty against the background of snow
and fame. Illuminated by the mellow light
OF the Argand lamp. And then she heard
her husbands footsteps, and started up
with sudden resolution at her heart.
How light you are in here!" he said
with an effort OF cheerfulness, looking
round the brilliant room.
Light" she returned. passionately. Il
love light, Rayleigh; hate darkness and
gloom. and mystery. II suffocates met
kills ne. You know what mean Be open
with me-tell me what you are hiding from
me- For Gods sake. don't keep me in sus.
pense."
She clasped her hands, holding them
straight down before her In her white
oraperies, in her transparent beauty, she
looked like Delaroche's Marie Antoinette
crystal beaker OF iced water and a
little goblet were on stand near Lyndon
He moved to the stand and poured out
glass of water. for the purpose OF keeping
his face turned from her, as those words
broke forth. She heard him say under his
breath: Tell her! What shall tell herr"
before he addressed a question to her, OBJ
viously with the object OF gaining time.
Why do you think am hiding anything
from you? What have I said or done to
raise such suspicion in your mnd?"
Don don't put me off that way" she
implored. Then she steeled her courage to
that open confession, which may be very
good for the soul. but is generally attended
with such unpleasant bodily results. Il