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CHA'PTER I. Kenneth," Nora said desperately, .is that all you have to say ? Won't you say good-bye to me 1" y The girl's voice, shaken and low, was reu- dercd audible only by an effort of will, a voice that thrilled quite frankly with regret, and went to the heart of the man who listened. He was a silent man with square shoulders and a square-cut jaw, with-a shock of black hair that tumbled heavily over a broad square forehead, and strong dark brows set straight over deep, dark eyes. And he, too, was curiously pale. Would he ever cease to see her as he saw her to-night, the folds of her simple gown of white chiffon floating round her like foam wreaths about a misty room ? Nora looked up at him and instantly away again. But he had caught the almost grieved surprise that lay in her eyes before the curled brown lashes swept downwards again and hid them from him. Was it possible that she did not understand ? I am going home to-morrow," she had told him. My sister Ailie is coming home from school in Germany she is seventeen now, and it is absurd to keep her at school any longer. And I must be at home to welcome her. We have had no one to care for all our lives buti one another. We have been all the world to each other. There has never been anyone, any where She had broken off, conscious, to her own j amazement of an incredible insincerity. If I there were no one anywhere she loved as she loved Ailie, why should the remembrance that to-morrow she mnst leave London—and go home to Ailie—be so poignantly painfnl ? And Kenneth was looking down at her, still silent. Could this be Nora Richmond, this gentle girl, telling him in simple words, falter- ingly and shy, that to-morrow she must leave him, and caring nothing that he should see she grieved because of it. Wonderingly his mem- ory leaped back to the Nora. Richmond the world knew-the Nora Richmond he had seen first, moving among the crowd of London men. all watching one another jealously lest some slight sign of preference should mark one out from the rest, like a little queen among her courtiers. How he had hated them, these London men," whose manners and methods of life had so amazed and shamed his country simplicity. The plaintive strains of a Russian waltz, its peculiar cadences arresting the ear, haunting the memory, floated out from the lighted rooms behind them. Carriages drew up one by one at the edge of the carpeted pavement, and laughing voices came in indistinct fare- wells from below. People were beginning to go. Nora's head rose as she listened, ahd her eyes widened, desperately bright. At any moment she might be missed, tracked, taken back to a basely-deserted Aunt Mabel. Her voice had trembled pitifully, an almost despairing appeal rang in its tones. But Ken. neth-Kenneth who loved her. absorbed in his own battle, was deaf to it. The direct call upon him had restored his self-mastery, given him back his manhood. He could speak, an £ speak calmly, though the dew stood thickly on his forehead and his lips were grey. In its old sense of God be with you I will indeed say good-bye to you," he answered gently. May God be with you always, dear." His voice failed him, the last words were in- audible. Yet Nora heard them, and her heart began to beat hard and fast with intolerable trouble, a sense of loss suddenly unendurable. Suddenly she held out her two hands to him. It was too much. He could do all that might become a man, who could more was none. In a moment Nora was in his arms and the spin- ning world stood still for these two. Oh," she said, hiding her face on Kenneth's arm with a sudden burst of tears. What have I done ?" But nothing could rouse Kenneth from that trance of joy, not even Nora's tears. Dimly he was aware that he was likely to realise—later— just what she had done, but the time was not yet. Blind and dizzy with rapture he bent his head and lightly, reverently, almost wonder- ingly, he dared to lay a kiss on her hairi I don't care," she said hardily. You see I—I knew-and I couldn't—couldn't bear!-O Kenneth, do you think it was fair to me He listened, still opp-essed with a sense of unreality and wonderment, his mind moving slowly under the stress of thronging sensations* No, perhaps it hadn't been quite fair to her, though assuredly that aspect of the case had never presented itself to him before. And so," Nora went on, turning one of the buttons on his coat round and round with trembling fingers, I was determined you shouldn'Wif I could help it. I wouldn't be treated so with an adorable poiit. "Wliieh mattered most, my happiness—or your"pride ? It's very wicked to be proud, Kenneth How sweet they were, the baby airs and graces which a woman, an intelligent woman, cultivated, experienced woman like the woman in his arms, will only stoop to use with one man, the man to whom she has surrenderel everything, even her pride. A little stir behind the open window made itself felt outside, a girl's voice said gaily She was dancing not ten minutes ago!" Nora looked up at the man whom by right of his love for her she had diliberately claimed. We must go back," she said. It is always the woman who sees the serpent in Eden first. They walked down the long room together, Kenneth's eyes wide open and blind, the eyes of a man who sees visions and dreams dreams. Two men glanced curiously at them. Here comes McLeod," said the younger of the two, composing an epic poem to follow his book." Composing Living one I should say," re- joined the other. The younger man looked sharply at them. You don't mean—by Jove. but you're right?" he said, adding with a laugh, Done pretty well for himself, hasn't he ?" and Nora heard him. At the bottom of her handsome staircase, softly banked on either side with pink and white azaleas, stood Lady Mabel Breydon bid- ding farewell to her guests. There was a peculiar sincerity in the farewell she bade Mr McLeod, for she had had time to get just a little tired of him. Good-bye, Mr McLeod. so glad you have had a pleasant evening. You leave for Scotland to-morrow, I think you told me. No Call to-morrow afternoon- about three ? Why, yes, of course you may. I shall be delighted to see you, of course. Bless the man," added her Ladyship to herself, what does he want to come for ?" But no suspicion as to his real reason oc- curred to her, so that there was nothing to soften the shock of Nora's announcement, an announeement made in the cosy privacy of Lady Mabel's own room before they went to bed. A bright fire of wood snapped and crackled, cheerfully invaded the Scented silence, and on a tiny oval table beside it stood Lady Mabel's tea set of eggshell china, and her own little I silver kettle singing and spluttermg over its lamp. She sank into a ready and most inviting lounge with a sigh of utter weariness. •' If s over, thank the Lord, was her pious exclamation. Nora, be a darling and make the tea. I sent Gibson to bed at ten o'clock last night, I hope she went. I told her to come to me at half-past five this morning and it isn't quite that yet. Do you think people enjoyed it 1 I'm sure I don't see how they could—but I hope they did all the same." Oh. they did," annswered Nora wtih con- viction, dropping into her favourite curly chair. It was a lovely party." Well, you seem to have found it so," smil- ing indulgently at the still brilliant face opposite. But I didn't see much of you,' dearie." No," said Nora softly. I—I—Aunt Mabel, I have something to tell you." II Ah," said Aunt Mabel with entire equani- mity. Which of them was it? she wondered. Charlie had the title and Rigsworth the money. One seldom found the two together nowadays, which was a pity. Yes, I—I am going to be married." My dear, of course. When a girl announces -at five o'clock in the morning that she has something to tell you it is always only one thing. I must say I'm glad. It's your second season and there's Ailie to think of. I suppose it's Lionel. Lionel! Mr Rigsworth ?" Isn't it ? Have you really taken the other one ?" Which-#-other one ?" asked Nora blankly.' My dear, who is it ?" demanded Lady Mabel, vague uneasiness dawning in her eyes. Mr McLeod," answered Nora quietly. For moment Lady Mabel's mind was a blank. So completely had she dismissed Ken- neth McLoed from her memory that the very fact of his existence was forgotten. McLeod, she said faintly. Kenneth McLoed, the writing man You are going to marry-Nor&, are you mad No," said Nora, I am quite safoe—and quite decided." Tc-c girl sat up as she spoke, every trace of weariness gone, a light in her eye, a curl to her lip that would have coun- selled caution to a more experienced chaperon. Please don't say any more, Aunt Mabel—be- cause it isn't any use. It's evident you are aware of what I am likely to say," observed Laty Mabel drily, after which she sipped her tea in silence. Shocks of this kind, she felt vaguely, ought in some way, to be prevented from happening at five o'clock in the morning. I—I don't know why you should take things like this," Nora said, and her voice trembled. I have met him constantly not enly in other people's houses—but in yours. You have put nd restriction o.n our friendship. You have treated him always as a friend and an equal, and allowed me to do the same." 11 In short, it's all my fault," finished her ladyship resignedly I suppose it is. But I thought I had a sensible girl to deal with, and not a sentimental idiot who would make an irrevocable, fundamental mistake of this kind. I see exactly what has happened. You have seen him feted and made much of and treated like a little tin god, and you are what the man himself would call' glamoured.' My good child, he may be the lion of this season—he won't be the lion of next. He has known that! He has realised, no ce better, that if be meant to make a good marriage he must make it now. I have no doubt that he hasn't done quite as well as he hoped, but he has certainly done as well as he could. He has had his first taste of—of a land flowing with silk and money, and he means to have more. He has got his foot fairly ixwde-the mansions of the best-and he doesn't mean to be shown out again. I don't blame him, I don't blame you. I don't blame anybody—but myself. I ought to have seen what the man was aiming at. I knew he was as ambitious as the devil-but I credited him with sufficient pride to save him from-from an indecency of this kind." Aunt Mabel, don't! It is so wickedly un- just. It hasn't been him at all. really. He hasn't—he didn't "want-it was my doing—en- tirely." Dear, dear, dear," said Lady Mabel faintly, what are we coming to I hope you don't expect me to believe it," she went on presently, since Nora, sitting with starry eyes and carmine cheeks opposite, said nothing. 11 to meekly accept the complexion it suits him to put upon the matter. Doyou really mean to tell me he doesn't realise w*at it will mean for him to marry the daughter of Sir Francis Richmond, to find himself, by virtue of the fact that he is his wife's husband, master of a place like King's Heath, with a definite standing in the country and a position that no one can afford to ignore. You may be a fool-but he isn't." Nora trembled a little. Lady Mabel was simply a mouthpiece, giv- ing utterance with plainness and vigour to what all the rest of the world, Nora's world, would think. And Kenneth would see that they thought it. Was this what she had done ? But Lady Mabel had not yet exhausted all the weapons in her armoury. She tried a sharper one-appeal. Nora, think better of it, get out of it some- how, anyhow What is the man The son-of a Scotch peasant farmer who worked on his father's farm and ate with his father's labourers this time last year. He has the sense to make no secret of it I will say that for him. Oh, yes, I know he has written a. book, and London has gone a little madder than usual about him, and treated him as though he were a Shakes- peare and Hall Caine, Milton and Meredith all rolled into one. But one book doesn't make a reputation, any more than one swallow makes a summer. And you are going to marry him- on no better foundation than that Nora, my dear, it is social suicide. Think better of it! Get out of it! I will manage the whole thing if you like and make the man hear reason. He will understand—and release you. And if he won't But. Aunt Mabel, I don't want to be re- leased. I love him Love Aunt Mabel dropped back into her chair with a sort of sick scorn. What is love ? A six months' madness We are talking about marriage—which i3 a very different thing. And I am reduced to pleading with you not to 'perpetrate one that will be the maddest pieces Aunt Mabel, don't! Tfc is so wickedly unjust." ot folly that ever came within my ken. If you had a father to fall back upon T shouldn't appeal to you, my dear, I should go to him. It takes a man to deal With ^tensions of tlfla kind. But poor Francis I don't know--or rather I do know—what he is likely to think but whatever he thinks he can't say anything." Don't, Aunt Mabel," said Nora again. For there was something terrible, almost revolting, to the girl's mind in this blunt reference to the tragedy awaiting her en she should go home to-morrow, the traa-edy of a living soul shut dumb and helpless within the tomb of its own body. Under the stress of that dread and brooding presence in the house, even Nora's splendid health had shown signs of breakdown. It was then that old Dr. Melville had &ent her to her Aunt Mabel's for change of scene, for a few weeks' reet from the obsession of the one imperative idea of that dreadful, still figure that yet was her father lying in the silent, sunny room in which he had lost. one by one, all the links that connected him with his fellow- men. One little month. How much could happen in a month. In four short weeks Nora had met and chosen the man who should walk with her through life, though all the world combined to forbid it. 11 Auntie," she said steadily, 11 if you please, do not say any more. Indeed, indeed, it isn't any use." You are quite determined ?' I am quite determined." Even though I tell you that you will repent it from the bottom of your heart before the year is out." But the girl faced her, all aglow. Repent," she said, softly. I shall never repent. It isn't so much what he is to me. it is what he is in himself that makes me so sure—" But Aunt Mabel bad still an arrow left—and that, the sharpest of all. Then," she returned quietly, there is one more possibility that I must put before you. If things are indeed as you arepr barefaced enough, my dear, to represent tnem, if this disastrous culmination to a month's acquaint- ance is really more due to him than to you than to him, even if you don't repent—he may. Men are kittle cattle, Nora, and a proud man is- the kittlfest of them all." Nora's breath caught, for the thrust was deadly, and already she had felt something of the thorns and briars strewn thick along the way she would have Kenneth McLeod trend- for her sake. Suppose he should repent! Des- perately she put the suggestion from her. He won't." she said passionately, for he loves me. And I will be so true and so tender a wife to him. I will make him so happy- "My dear," interrupted Aunt Mabel gravely, happiness is Heaven's best and rarest srift. Pi Who are you-that you should promise it!" CHAPTER n. Nora went home the next day without hav- ing seen Kenneth again. But she had a letter from him-a letter that brought a light to her eyes and a lump in her throat every time she thought of it. I caifoot sleep," he wrote, I can only wonder. ""ojLm I that "I should be so blest Aly! If you knew how I have worshipped you, my lady of the stars, how I will worship you for ever Words !-what words are there in which to tell you what is in my heart for you ? How can I even ai tempt jts expression, but by dedicating every thought I have, every facility I possess, every day I live every breath I draw to your sweet service." Why should he take it like that!" Nora asked herself, aware of melting tenderness, and justifiable irritation in oddest juxtaposition in her heart. Doesn't he understand that I am proud to marry him ?" But if he could not see it others should. Already poor, obsre, utterly without. influ- ence as he was, he had written a book that by its sheer power and truth had moved the world. She knew something of the difficulties under which his task had been accomplished, some. thing of the obstacles in the way of his achieve- ment, which he had surmounted one by one. Now there should be po more obstacles. It was her happy lot to smooth his path before him. A year or two and the wisdom of her choice, independent and unconventional as it was, would surely and indeed be justified. Even Gvvynne-- Nora dropped hack on the railway carriage cushion, paling curiously. She ha.,1 forgotten Gwynne. She wrenched her thoughts into another channel. She would not think about him, she would not. She would thing of noth- ing and no one for the present hut Ailie. In the golden stillness of the June afternoon Ailie came. It was a year—a whole year since the sisters had parted,land Nora stood dumb with amazement at the change that year had wrought. Ailie had left her a year ago an awkward overgrown girl, painfully conscious of her hands and feet, and miserably aware of the deficiencies of her fhrore. She came back a woman, athough too slender, perhaps still but a thing gracious of cufves and most harmonious movements. Nora held her an4 studied this new sister with a kind ofdelighterldismary. "Oh Ailie, how pretty-how pretty you have grown!" she said. Ailic laughed and flashed a lovely pink. Have 11" she answered. I hoped you would think so, but I wasn't sure." Not sure, you darling!" cried Nora, kissing her with a kind of rapture, and then Ailie fluntc her hat on the grass and took off her grey jacket, and in her simple white muslin blouse locked prettier than ever. I shall want everything new, Nora," she said. Just look where my skirt is—I must have,own inches. Do you think I'm too tall?" No," with conviction I think you are perfectly lovely! But, dearest "—pausing with the teapot suspended in her hand—" you look terribly delicate." "w, I suppose I am," in unaffected enjoy- ment of that interesting fact. The doctor says I want care. I have a nasty little cough, and-" Oh, Ailie," Don't be a goose, Nora!" laughed the girl easily. I don't think there is much the raatter. It's only because I'm so fair." Ailie caught the anxious, adoring eyes of Nora opposite, and laughed again. It's nothing but my absurd complexion," she assured her. And even if it were-a little more than that it wouldn't matter now, Nora. I'm home again-for good. Ob! how lovely it is to remember it!" But, darling, if you really have a cough you must stay at home in the winter, Ailie. We will go abroad—go together, my dearest; somewhere where it is sunny and dry and I)eAutifQj. It sounds lovely," Ailie said softly. We won't ask anybody-no even Aunt Mabel. We will go alone together—just our two selves." She broke off. something in Nora's changing face arrested her happy planning. What is it ? she asked, and the colour swept up to Nora's hair in a carmine flood. Ailie, she said, I—I can't. I am going to be married." Ailie sank back in her garden chair, her pretty plaintive mouth dropping softly open, her eyes widening slowly but surely into woe. Married! You!" she said faintly:. Poor Ncra. The blush died swiftly down and left her very pale, and something of the woe in Ailie's eyes was suddenly reflected in her own. Here was nothing but Aunt Mabel's dismay and disapproval in a different and an even worse form, for limpid tears were forming on Ailie's lashes and rolling softly over them one by one. Married!" she said again. You!" Nora threw herself on her knees by her sister's side and took her hands and fondled them. How chill they were, and how un- responsive. Ailie, darling," she said. Jt shan't make any difference—indeed—indeed it shan't." Oh!" returned Ailie, with a touch of im- patience, dont!" It must make a difference —it has already." CHAPTER III. But by and bye something in Nora's face awoke a vague compunction, and cleared the moral atmosphere—just a little. I-I suppose I'm very selfish. she said resignedly, but I can't help it if I am. When one looks forward—for years, to one thing—and then loses it just when one thinks it has come." Oh, darling," said Nora in bitter self-re- proach. Of course," Ailie went on. her moral fogs lifting just a little more. you have a perfect riglt to marry—if you choose—but I can't pre- tend to like it, because I don't, I daresay I was very silly to think it would go on always -just us two loving one another-like we have done." Ailie," said Nora, stung into self-defence, it might have been you. If it had been, you wouldn't have expected me to break my heart about it! I thought you would be glad!" "Glad," echoed Ailie, wide-eyed *nd won-ier- ing. Me Nora 8 brows drew together in a quick rrown Had it really been so ridiculous as Ailie's tone implied to expect her to be glad ? < You—you don't ask who it is," she said presently, while Ailie sat and nursed her woe. I-I suppose its Gwynne Gaythorne." Nora drew sharply away. Gwynne! What should make you think that ?" she asked, Oh, only because everybody thinks so. Isn't it Nora ? Why—who else ?" He is a Scotchman, Ailie, his name is MeLeod I" her lips spoke daintily, for no other name ever was or ever could be quite like it. He comes from Inverness, quite in the north. I met him in London." Oh," said Ailie. And he is an author. He has written a book, a wonderful book, that all the world is talking about." Where is he now, Nora ?" Ailie said plain- tively, looking half-apprehensively round. He is in London." Ailie brought her gaze back from the long vistas of the garden, where the Madonna lilies stood in sheaves and rambler roses, trained on arches, looped the bloe with crimson, and rested it on the top of Nora's brown head. When shall I see him ?" she asked. Very soon. He is coming down—in about a week. Then he is going to London again." To stay there ?" eagerly. Until we are-married. He won t stay there all the time. He will come backwards and forwards, of course." And—afterwards! When you are married. Whore will he stay then f" He will stay-here." Here. Do you man he win live here ?" Nora took her hand from her sister's knee and the smouldering fire, in her heart lit a spark in her eyes. Ailie," she said gently, where else should Ihe live t I cannot leave home for good—with father as he is! And when he dies—this house will be my hoifte. I should want to live here, however many houses Kenneth has of his own. It is.tbat that makes me glad he hasn't any!" Oh," said Ailie, with a sudden sob, I wish I was dead." Nora stood up. Ailie," she said passionately, I wouldn't have believed you could have been so cruel." There I" said Ailie, standing up too, and throwing herself into her sister's arms. Now we have qnarrelled. And it's the very first time in all our lives. Didn't I know, couldn't I see what would come!" But," said Norn, justice restraining her, It isn't his fault." It must be, because if it hadn't been for him it would never have happened I" which piece of feminine logic was altogether too mnch for Nora. Dearest," she said, holding her sister close, the,, little sister that was now taller than herself," we must not quarrel about it, we won't! No one shalt come between us, not even Kenneth." They were both crying now. Nora recovered herself first, for suddenly the whole situation struck her as overstrained and slightly ridiculous. Ailie, be good," she said, giving her a little shake. Gwynne is coming to dinner, and I shall be such a sight." In the tragic moments of life blessed indeed is the intrusion of the cortimOn-place. And in his big lonely barrack of a house a mile and a half away. Gwynne was giving to his evening toilet an amount of consideration and care rare even in a good-looking bachelor of thirty-and-flve. It was not that he was dinning out, the master of Uplands could have dinned out every evening in the week had he been so disposed, but the fact that he was dining with Nora. It was six weeks since he had seen her, too, because he had been away on business when Nora had left King's Heath for London or, he told himself, his lips harden- ing a little, she should never have gone. When once she was safely his wife she should go where she choose. But she must he safely his wife fipst. Until that most desirable con- summation was reached, the fewet opportun- ities Miss Richmond had of making wider ac- quaintance with the world the better for his peace of mind. But after all, he had only been away a month. Not much can happen in a month, he told himself, forgetting for a moment jnst how fast life had moved for him when be wpgl twenty. And to-night! Well, to-night he would have an opportunity such as he had never bad before of bringing to a definite point those plans of which Nora, must, in her own mind, have long been aware. For it was not only that he was dinning with her, he was din- ning with her for the first time alone. Or practically alone. Ailie, of course, would be there, but Ailie was a child, and he would surely be able somehow to eliminate her as a factor in the situation. For to-night Nora should listen. Once or twice before he had tried to say what he had to say, and she had foiled his intention, escaped his spoken words so adroitly, that her very coyness had deep- ened his determination and fanned his love. To-night she should elude him no longer. She must marry me," he told himself, un- able to believe that the very force of his desire should not bring about its fulfilment, and afterwards I will love her so truly, cherish her so tenderly that she shall love me-whether she will or no," (To be Continued.)

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