Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-06-14

is at least sixty feet above sea level, isn't 1T
IL suppose So" Conal answered indiffer-
entity This catechism was beginning to
bore him.
Il should like mighty well to see that
cave chapel" Emmons went on. Gould
you take me?'
Easily"
"Wflen-tomorrow?"
4If you'll come out early. shouldn't
care for any of the family or their visitors
to see me leading a stranger there-not
that there's any real reason against it.
"Any time you say I'll be ready"
@In meet you at half past fve-here,
said Conal.
AS bedtime approached Daura's heart
"A grew sick. This man Troy had trusted
her She had done all she could to win his
good faith, and she had won it. She had
called herself his @friend, and it was plain
that he thought of her as one to whom, for
some inexplicable reason, he was allowed to
turn, in the midst of strangers. True, if any
thing evil should happen to Troy in the
Black Breton room, she ought to regard it
as blessing. She had even told herself
frankly earlier in the day that she would
so regard it. If he disappeared, never to be
seen again, or even if he was found in the
ought to be the greatest relief in the world.
The danger for George would be ended, and
Mira could be happy all the rest of her life.
Yet each moment Daura slipped deeper
and deeper into slough of remorse. 3How
am to live through the night" she asked
herself, as she played for Alastair to sing,
as she bent over her father and the Dean
at their chess, as she listened to Vane
Erskine describing the Skye games to Troy.
snow Mr.. Conway is out of danger, l sup
pose we may go and watch the dancing at
the Portree ball, mayn't we9" vane said to
her. 3I've been telling Mr.. Troy that l
sha'n't be able to dance, because Father and
are still in mourning. But he ought to go:
it's such fun"
"Yes, of course we'll go, Daura answered.
She caught Troys eyes, and the look in
them sent an odd thrill through her nerves.
at must be sheer hate of him, that makes
me feel as if his eyes stabbed me whenever
I meet them, she thought. 3But mustn't
oh, l mustn't let him guess how it is with
me, or all hope for George will be over!'
"He says that although he's Scot on his
mothers side, he has never seen the reel
teach him to dance it. But it's all l can
do to get through reel without disgrace
ing myself. And I'm no better in the
petronella though you know, Daura, that
l waltz really well"
Il will teach him" said Daura, 1if he will
let me. Will you, Mr.. Troy?'
Again the meeting eyes and the strange
thrill. When he looked at her it seemed in
stantly that they were alone together in the
room. Other people became dim as shad-
ows. This was hate; yet she had to make
Troy love her! That was the task to which
she had set herself She must make him her
slave, as Vivian had made Merlin. She
wondered if Troy felt the thrill His eyes
said yes. But she prayed that it might not
be. like hers, a thrill of hate
am afraid I'd be bad pupil" Troy was
saying. aid do you no sort Of justice, Lady
Daura."
@You don't know what good teacher
can be- she persevered, @when I'm inter-
ested"
4But why should you be interested in
teaching me to dancer"
nAURA glanced around quickly. They
I were now really alone. Vane had
walked across the room to the piano, and
was apparently offering to play for Alastair,
whom Daura had left turning over some old
music in search of lost ballad. The
thought rushed into Daura's mind that she
was running great risk, if she wanted to
keep Alastair-and of course she did want
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