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SAVED BY DEATH; OB, THE SECRET TREASURE OF GAVASE. BY S. AUGUSTA SQUIRES. Auihor of 46An Eviction and its Consequences* A Brave Little. Woman," "Marriage," Ac. dec. CHAPTER V. ON THE ROOF. FOR several days, Ida Trevor lay between life ,and death. At length, she began to recover slowly, but Dr. Dawson expressed his opinion that his patient could not be restored to health, while re- maining an inmate of St. Agnes, where she was de- prived of many comforts, and even of necessaries, ,and suggested her removal to Rowen Castle im- mediately, in order that she might receive the care and attention which her case required. At Harold's urgent request, Jeanie accompanied Miss Trevor, and took upon herself the duties of nurse and companion. Ida possessed an irritable nervous temperament, which had become more delicately susceptible to adverse influences by the scenes of terror through which she had recently passed. She lay and moaned out her woe on Jeanie's breast; she was unconsciously soothed by her companion's quick, instinctive sympathy. These two had met in a dark hour. An affec- ,tion which has its birth in sorrow is ever true, pure, and disinterested; even if, after a time, it cease to exist-killed by neglect or deceit-there still clings about its memory a sad and tender regret, like the faint aroma from the crushed petals of a once exquisite and sweetly-scented flower. The remains of Lady Gavase were deposited in the crypt beneath the chapel, situated in the centre of the Castle, near to those of her late husband, Sir Henry Gavase. Harold stood alone as chief mourner at the tomb of his grandmother, for his father, now Sir Philip Gavase, was on his way home from India, and 'had not yet received tidings of his mother's death. The body of Mr. Trevor, encased in a massive oak coffin, found a temporary resting-place amidst the honoured dead of the House of Gavase. Ida's progress towards recovery was very alow. One day she was reclining on a couch drawn near to the window of the boudoir, a tastefully decorated apartment, the special sanctum of the late lady of the Castle, which communicated with a bed-chamber. Jeanie had been reading aloud to her com- panion. "You have a clear, musical voice, Jeanie," re- marked Ida. "Do you sing?" "No. Nor play." There was a faint inflection of pain in Jeanie a voice. It had always been a source of regret to her that she never had an opportunity ot culti- vating her, artistic abilities. There were times in lter solitary life, in the silence of her own chamber ;at midnight, or when ensconced in some rocky nook, when the hush of the dying day was as a breath held expectant, that all her being thrilled to harmonious sound; it was not music-techni. cally so-called—but emotion, feeling, ideas, as yet not concrete, floating past the borderland of silence, and seeking to be translated into rhythmic and poetical speech. A long spray of wild roses was flung into the ■room, through the French window which opened on to the balcony. A shadow crossed the sunlight. Will you permit me to enter?"- asked a merry voice. The two girls started. Jeanie's face grew a shade paler. The hectic flush deepened in Ida s cheeks, as Harold, after obtaining permission, ■entered the room. He bowed pleasantly to Jeanie, and held out his hand to the invalid. Your are looking better," he said. She smiled softly. Her eyes were brilliant, but they fell shyly beneath his ardent gaze. Then her mood changed. She turned towards him with a sad •expression on her face. "What is troubling you ?" asked Harold. The terrible sense of loss—the utter loneliness —Papa—" Her voice broke, and tears gathered on the ihining lashes. "You have friends—Jeatiie—myself; is my affection of no value ? The trying scenes through which they had recently passed together the near presence of death, which seemed to rise up from the vault and cast its shadow over them, lent a subdued and loving tenderness to his manner, which at another time,0 and under other influences, it might not liave possessed. He raised .her hand, and left a lingering kiss upon it. *11 & She lay back again with closed eyes. A look ox xest and peace settled on her face. Jeanie stole through the open window on to the ibalcony, and knew not why she longed to rush over the wide expanse of undulating park, to some ,secluded nook, and press her hand upon her swell- ing heart, which seemed as though caught in the iron grip of a sharp and torturing pain. When she re-entered the room, Harold had taken his departure. Ida treated Jeanie as an equal. If she had been .made acquainted with the great difference in their ,social positions, she gave no indication of that knowledge by word, or sign. Now you are nearly convalescent, you can do without my services," said Jeanie, abruptly. "It is time I went home." "What, go home—and leave me cried Ida, in dismay. "Mrs. Marshall can do for you all that is required. She is very kind." "I can't do without you, Jeanie. I feel better when you are by. Your nature is the stronger, it dominates my weak one. I am a light, careless creature; a butterfly flitting from flower to flower sipping the sweets, at least I was, until-until something happened." And that was ? "Oh nothing dear—and you are grave, a regular has bleu. You needn't look so conscious, Jeanie, if the door is open a chink we can see some part of the interior. It would be as easy for a clear glass globe to conceal the flame of the burn- ing lamp it surrounds, as for you to hide your cleverness. Jeanie looked embarrassed, almost pained. Her shy, sensitive nature shrank from the intrusion of a strange and unsympathetic gaze. Although she entertained a strong regard for Ida, she felt, intuitively, that she could never reveal unre- servedly to her new friend all the thoughts that filled her mind, the emotions that swelled her ^breast. There was a limit to Ida's mental vision beyond which comprehension could not pass, where .all was blank and mystification. She could never reach to the region of beautiful poetic imagery and pure exalted ideals, where Jeanie's imagination loved to soar and linger, like a bird winging its flight to the empyrean. 0 Have you forgotten what I said a. few minutes ago ? asked Jeanie My father wants me it is time I returned home." "Why, no, I should think I havn't, but I can't part with you. Would you leave me here, ill, and alone?" U » There are Mrs. Marshall and Mr. Gavase." Jeanie, have you considered what a difficult and painful position niiue is? I've been suddenly deprived of my natural protector, and thrown pro c ^amongst-strangers. Now I feel stronger, I believe I ought not to remain here,sllo ptused, and sighed deeply—" there is no lady in the house." Is that of any consequence ? » aslied Jeanie, in isurprise. "My, I should think so Don't you see dear, rthat I couldn't be the guest of Mr. Gavase for long, unless a lady relative were staying here too." What difference would that make ?" asked Jeanie, simply. "Well, you are innocent! your knowledge is not worldly knowledge you know nothing about (Society and the stringent laws it has made for itself-" 41 But if one does what is right ? Beau monde doesn't care about the doing of Sright, it only asks that there may be an appearance of right doing. It is no sin to be ■vnifchant it you wear the-face of innocence, that, in fact, is commendable, shows your cleverness, the unpardonable sin is to ni/kJiant and appear so." Jeanie's lace expressed surprise and dismay. I'Ul dead tired. You go and take an airing while I rest." Ids retired to bed early that night. Jeame felt disinclined for sleep. She opened her chamber window and looked out. The twilight was deepening into night. The full moon was brightening in the heaveas. She stole softly forth into the corridor, and paused before one of the large oaken panels at the farther end; then she touched a secret spring, revealed to her by Harold in the days of their childhood, the polished wood glided back, and she stepped on to a narrow stone stair. After ascending a dozen steps, she gained a wide passage with doors on either side; one of these she pushed open, and entered a spacious chamber, where a large four-post bedstead stood out grim and dark, like a catafalque prepared for the reception of the dead. > She wandered through the deserted apartments with no sense of fear. The weird objects, distorted and indistinct, in the thin purple darks and gray lights, lost their solidity, and appearing like ghostly images of the originals, excited her imagination, and produced a kind of exaltation, a quickening of the spirit-pulse, and gave an access of mental force, that vivified into brighter hues the brilliant colour-picture which formed and stamped themselves on her active brain. She ascended a winding stair, and passed through a trap-door on to the roof. What a world of enchantment, of unrealities The roof was flat in places, sloping in others. Here and there were short chimney shafts, or tall columns, casting black, defined shadows across the white patches of clear moonlight. At one angle rose a round tower built of stone the low entrance had formerly been protected by an iron gate, but that barrier had fallen from its hinges, and lay rusting on the moss-grown flags, Jeanie gained the top of the structure, and stood with her hand resting on the parapet. The night was full of sounds, distinct and individualised the sharp, needle-like cry of bats, as they flitted phantom-like round her head the liquid notes of a feathered songster, poured forth in the moonlight; the sighing of the breeze in the pine tops and the voice of the distant waves beating upon the listening ear of the night. There was beauty, too, weird and spectral, with no touch of warmth, but limned in hues mixed on a palette of ebony and applied with a brush of snow. The wood, resting upon a sloping hill, was a dark patch upon its breast,; the tall stately flowers, in the garden beneath, were hueless and motionless. The light lay blanched on the white stones of the court-yard, and on the sea was a dusky gray, broken here and there by rippling waves of liquid silver. Above, there was a touch of colour, but that too, was cold. A faint blue spread over the heavens, and through its subdued softness pierced the golden points of myriad stars the i-noon,shed her radiance forth, like perfume from a celfestial vase. Jeanie stood motionless, her face turned upwards her soul expanded, and seemed to become interfused with the soul of the universe. Suddenly, her nerves thrilled. A step was ascending the tower. She held her breath. It was a light step animated with the spring and buoyancy of youth, just touching the stone and leaving it instantly, in its swift progress upwards. A tall figure emerged into the light, and stood silent, startled Mr. Gavase ? "Stella; you here He advanced, and stood by the young girl's side. "I do not know why I caino to the tower to- aight; perhaps I have taken a liberty she said apologetically. "I hope you are not angry." "Angry with you That would be impossible. Perhaps the memory of bygone days drew you hither ?" "I must confess, that, when, by a mere accident, I stood before the secret door in the corridor which leads to the North Wing, I felt an irresistible impulse to visit once again the scenes which were the familiar haunts of my childhood." "What splendid times we had together Have you forgotten, Stella ? "No," she answered, softly, her dark eyes deepening. "How lovely the night is; I know its beauty appeals to you. What were you thinking of when I interrupted your meditations ? The stars." She paused, and then went on, "If our little planet, one of the most insignifi- cant of the astral bodies, is peopled, why should not others be? On some there may be human creatures inferior to ourselves on others, beings endowed with greater intelligence. I wonder, 3ometimes, whether our disembodied souls ascend to a more fully-developed planet than our own, and pass on from thence to other worlds, rising higher and higher, in the spheres of knowledge, truth, and purity until at length they are per- fected, and fit to enter, and to dwell for ever, in that heaven of heavens, which is lifted far above all worlds." Her eyes were raised, as though seeking to pene- trate into the mysterious star-depths. His were Sxed upon her face. "You are the same Stella—my guiding star, only I perceive that you have grown m wisdom as well as in beauty." A faint blush tinged her cheek her pulse beat quicker. They began to converse, and she poured out to him the deep thoughts of her heart. In that hour, a bond, more delicate, yet stronger than that of their childhood, drew them together. There was, mutual trust, mutual confidence, per- fect sympathy, and a something warm and tender, which, as yet, had no name. Stella, my dear friend, my more than sister, he said, bending towards her. At that moment there was a sound of horse's feet on the gravel beneath, a barking of dogs, and a sudden ringing of bells. They started apart, and looked at each other in alarm. "Something has happened cried Harold; we will go down at once." ( To be continued.)

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