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NOW FIRST PUBLISHED. A FAT ALP A S T. BY DORA RUSSELL, tuthor of "Footprints in tha Snow, "TAe Broken Seal, "The Track et she Storm, "A Bitier Birthright,' &c., &c. [ALL RIGHTS SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOTTS CHAPTERS. TL'HAPTIIT.'I 1. AND II.—Lieut. Francis Roche, yr,ir and, to a certain extent, dependent, receives a mysterious communication by means of a Mr 'L'wis: an old lawyer's clerk. The missive is handed to him i. Twias's rooms, and is to the effect than he will in futuro receive yearly the sum of £ £ UQ, that amount being (inclosed iu bank noccx. As he receives the letter his movements are watched by a la-.< in an i aner apartment. After her departure Mrs Twiss communicates to her husband a story concerning the Jady which she had no right to tell, and Twiss considers how he can best make use d the story for his own advantage. Lord and Lady Ennismore :1" few evenings afterwards are in a box at the theatre, and Roche and a friend of his, Mr Arthur Curzon, are introduced to c»Wem. When Lord and Lady Ennismore go hoiT*3 they :ake a look at their infant boy ss he ia sleep, ng in his cot. God keep him," whispared she" uiother, little guessing of th« susjitsnded BWOI d which hvmjj over the child's bright fc ead. CHARTERS III. AND IV.—Lcrd and Lady Ennismore returned to Brackenford, arad are visited by Mis* Helen Drummond and Miss Bingham, fe vvo gay and sprightly girls, v^ho. keep the home of the Enr.i mores lively. Dune £ their stay there all are surprised by the appearance of Curzon and Roche, but Lady Ennismore ■ t sadly troubled by th«r advent, though she and (savours to conceal her agination. CHAPTBKS V. ÆND VI.—Lady Ennisnore re- ceives her guests -jvith outward equanim rcy, and Curzcn and Roclw are introduced tj Maud Bingham, Lady Enuismoa-e's second daughter, and also to th* youthful heir, Rooert Patrick Bingham. The Rev Peter Prescott, vicar cf Morconburv. a baciitlor, guarded by his two jealous sisters, is introduced into the st cry. He is, though on the shady side of forty, not blind to the blandishments of the fair sex and Miss Sinclair, the- wily governess of the Ennismore family, 'would appear to have designs upon him. CHAPTER VII.—HELEN'S LOVER. As the Rev. i?eter Prescott walked home acrcss the misty hills, after spending thi f. evening at Brackenford, ho was thinking somewhat sadly, though very kincly and gently, of hvs sisters. "Ah, poor souls," he thought. "It would never do to bring a stranger beside them. N3, no, I mast be content to remain what I have always been-a. Ibnrely man. The Rev Peter sf'ghed audibly as he came to the conclusion. iVever before had ho been tempted to change- his state, for driring his poverty no woman had looked at him, und since he had been recto.. of Mortonbury his sisters had hitherto safely guatded him from call matri- monial entanglements. But struggle against fthe feeling: 3B b< s; he could, he now constan tiy found himself think- ing of Caroline Sinclair. He had met her first at Brackenford, And since then he had not un- frequently encountered hser in his walks, and somehow or other he cotdd not hel.p thinking that Miss Sinclair liked hnru That any woman should do so seemed wonderful at first to Peter's simple and modest heart. But still the idea had recurred to him, anrl the idea had become very sweet to the poor rc^tcav Na woman had ever flattered him before, .nor ever sought his society. Few families lived in the neighbourhood of Mortonbury, and the fe,r who did had only young unmarried girls tc find husbanos for, and young girls do not often tlx'.nk of men of the rector's age. But suddenly across his son/bre and contented way-! of life, there had flashed, a gleam of youth and brightness that threatened to become highly dangerous to the rector's peace. A woman grace- ful, calculating and attractive, had looked at the rectory-house, and then at the rector, and had decided that she was well-fitted to hold the posi- tion of the rector's wife. She had overshot her mark a little as we have seen, and had not guaged the Misses Prescott aright, when she tried to flatter thzm. But her words were balm and sweetness to the Rev Peter's ears. £ ut_but—I must not think of her," he said to himself softly, as he reached the rectory-house and opened the door with his latch key. A grim figure arrayed in a violet flannel dress- ing gown met him in the hall. "Is that you, Peter' said Miss Dorothy Prescott's voice, for only her little red nose was to be seen Deeping out of the wraps and flannels in which her head was enveloped. I thought you were never coming. Why did you sit up, my dear ? answered the kindly Peter. 11 Was it likely that! should go to bed when y.cu were out?" rejlied Dorothy, in an injured tone. "No, Peter I never neglect you, do I?" I am sure you do not," said Peter in all good faith. "And I think," continued Miss Dorothy;"con- sidering the people Lady Ennismore contrives to pet about her, Pcit-r, that you're better at home than at Brackenford." "Contrives to get about her!" repeated the Rev Peter. "Why, my dear, there is no one staving there but two young soldiers and Miss Helen Drummond." "And that very forward person, the gover- ness, 3 said Miss Dorothy, waspishly, and the little red nose gave a vicious jerk out cf her strange headgear. Miss Sinclairsaid the rector, gently. "I do not think that she is forward, Dorothy." "Flattery does not go down my throat as easily as it does yours, then." retorted Dorothy. Why, Peter, a mcle could see through her She's a vile, flattering hussy, on the look out for a husband, if ever there was one "Nav, nay, Dorothy, nay," said the gentle rector, "do not speak thus of one of your own sóx- of a gentlewoman. She is poor, I suppose but other ladies have been poor before now." "Thank you I" said Dorothy, wish another vicious jerk. I may have been poor, I was poor, I am poor for the matter of that, but no man living, nor dead either, can say of me that I tried to flatter him into making a fool of himself, and I should tLink dozens could of this Miss Sinclair, though she hadn't succeeded with any of them yet!" The rector put up his brown and bony hand deprecatingly. "Hush, Dorothy." he said, and then he bade his gister good night and went alone into his study, and having lit his pipe and mixed his modest glass of grog, sat there quietly thinking. Could Dorothy's rough, hard words have any truth in them? Dorothy was a shrewd woman, though net gentle, nor pitiful, tho rector knew. But could it be—could it be ? Had this fair woman sought his society, and seemed to take pieasuee in his words, merely because he had a good income and a pleasant home? If so. "thought the rector, pursuing his cogi- tations, I pity her; for if she is not true to herself and to her womanhood, how poor and mean'must all life's highest aims seem to her. But I cannot believe it. Ah, poor Dorothy, she fears, I suppose, that I may bring a new mistress to her home—but no, nc—Martha and Dorothy have had so little sunshine, such hard, cold lives, that for no selfish happiness of my own will I ever interfere with their narrow joys. And as for her—for Caroline—she is too fair not to have many wooers. I am doing her no harm—only a little self-denial and the pain will be past." So he made up his mind. This man, who would turn aside not to tread on the worm upon his path, bore his own pain during the next few days with silent endurance. He grew a little greyer about the temples, and more lines came round the kind and thoughtful eyes, but he showed no other signs of his mental struggle. Yes. perhaps he was a little kinder even than usual to the two hard, cold, selfish sisters, for whose sake he was practising his self-denial. This was his nature. He always gave generously, and none knew what he gave. Miss Sinclair was not slow to perceive that a change had come over the rector's manner. She saw that he rather avoided her than otherwise, and this knowledge annoyed Miss Sinclair exceedingly. But she also made no sign. She went as regularly to church, and sat there demure and pensive-eyed, while the Misses Prescott watched her with bitter and contemptuous glances. Had she been the best woman in the world, they would have felt precisely the same to her. They wished to keep their brother un- married, and therefore regarded their whole sex with distrust. While the Rev. Peter's one love affair thus languished, another love affair, at Brackenford, was progressing only too quickly. Again and again, in the early winter twilight, Francis Roche had met the sunny faced Helen Drum- mond. They managed it all very quietly. Helen sat with Lady Ennismore in the mornings, drove with her in the afternoons, and was shy and even a little distant in her manner ts Roche during dinner, and when they all met together afterwards in the drawing-room. m Had Ladv Ennismore been asked the question if there were anything between these two young people after Roche had been a week at Bracken- ford, she would have repiied that their acquaint- ance was a very slight one. Yet, before the end of this week, Roche had begun to think of his future income: begun to speculaie and wonder if he were justified in asking a woman to share the somewhat precarious live hundred a year which had been promised tn him at the Lady's Wardrobe," in Buckingham Palace-road. He naturally hesitated before doing this. The Wrsre he thought of this strange adventure the j-v »«e surprising it seemed to him, and Walter Curzon I'lso often recurred to the subject with mingled feelings of curiosity and envy. Rixihe had still nearly three hundred pounds of this money at his bankers when he went to Brackenford, and this small sum now seemed to the youn;- man in the first flush of his love, as something very respectable to begin life upon He was very glad at all events that he had saved it. Every day the frank, bright face of his Helen became dearer to him, and all his former expensive amusements and pleasures suddenly- grew flat and wearisome to his imagination when compared with her sunny sini?<-s. They were almost like two childr«nv these Y(l1Ul,; lovbrs. Over their hearts had come. great sense of enjoyment..30 golden -haze* which wrapped everything in misty bliss and 'undefined happiness. How Helon is growing," a^aLa and again thought Lady Ennismore, glancing/with vague uneasiness at the young girl's glad face, and then sometimes at Roche's dark one. But still she noticed nothing between them, until one evening. Miss Sinclair came into the drawing-room alone, Snd after a few words of commonplace cpn- vcrsatioD, begaa to about Heteo. oj I scarcely like to mention what I am about to say, Lady Ennismore," said the governess, stand- ing in a graceful attitude before Lady Ennis- more's tea. table, "but from a sense of duty-for Julia's sake—I must do it." Lady Ennismore looked quickly up, and her fine complexion changed colour. What is it ? Nothing has happened, I hope ?" she asked. "Oh, no, nothing has happened—only, Lady Ennismore, you understand, as Miss Drummond is not my pupil I scarcely like to interfere. Still, from a sense of duty, as I said before, I will speak—for—I feel sure—at least I feel almost sure that you are not aware that Miss Drummond walks daily, and for hours alone in the dusk, with Mr Roche nis Lady Ennismore's face grew suddenly crimson. "It is impossible she said. "With Mr Roche ? Mr Roche is with Lord Ennismore on the moors." Mr Roche nevertheless contrives to leave the moors every afternoon before four o'clock," replied Miss Sinclair, with her subdued smile. They indeed meet every afternoon in the grounds and wander about the walks together they are together now," ,0 Lady Ennismore rose hastily, and went to ono of the bay windows which looked out upon the grounds. It is most imprudent, most foolish she said. Thank you for telling me, Miss Sinclair—to- gether now, did you say ?" At least together a quarter of an hour since," At least together a quarter of an hour since," said Miss Sinclair. I was returning from Mortonbury, where I had been on a little errand af charity, and I came unexpectedly on a ceun- sentimental scene under the shadow of tha fir trees. But do not be uneasy, dear Lady Ennis- { more, she is but a child, and this young gentle man is probably on amusing himself—still I thought it was better and kinder to tell you.' Certainly," answered Lady Ennismore with j a sharpness and decision of manner very uuusual I to her. I will go and join them—perhaps, Miss Sinclair, if Lord Ennismore and Mr Curzon comes in before I return you will give them some tea ? And will you kindly say, if Lord Ennismore inquires, that I shall be back almost imme- diately—and, of course, I need not ask you not to mention anything about these stupid young people ?' Of course I shall mention nothing, "said Miss Sinclair, and dear Lady Ennismore—may I ask you a favour ?—but please do not be very angry with Miss Drummond, nor yet tell her that I told you about these foolish walks ?" I am not angry with the child, only greatly annoyed," answered Lady Ennismore and she opened the bay window before which she was standing as she sfoke, and went out on the terrace beyond. It was now quite dusk. Overhead a half-moon was casting its fitful beams from amid the drifting clouds on the dark tir trees, which stood out sombre and gloomy in the uncertain light. The cold white rays, too, fell in weird and fantastic j shadows on the walks, and on the trim and well- kept evergreens, and somehow as Lady Enms- more hurried on in her way through the grounds, her thoughts went back to her dead brother—to Norman Maiden, who had been so strangely cut off in his early prima. She remembered how he had partly planned this plac" how he had planted somo of these very holly trees on which the moonlight was falling, and how they had grown on and on, while ins memory had almost faded away. She gave a quick sharp sigh, as she though;. this. The stillness and silence of the plac") seemed almost to frighten her. The shadows of the past came near her, and involuntarily she glanced round, and stood looking" for a moment at the great dark hills behind, where amid the heather they had found her young brother dead. In the meanwhile the two whom she ha.d gone out to seek were standing together hand in hand, thinking only of the blissful present. They were lovers, but not yet declared lovers, and were in that state of sweet uncertainty, of happy ex- citement, of strange new joy, which is the pre- lude to a bright future, or to great rvnd woeful pain. Do not go yet," Francis Roche was saying. Everything seems so dreary when you leave me." A November evening is not proverbially bright, you know," replied Helen Drummond with some archness, and she would have drawn her hand away, but the young man held it fast. Helen," he said. more earnestly, do not really go yet. I want to speak to yûu-I want to tell you—well, it seems so stupid to say it, yet it is the truth—that it is in your power now to make my future life happy—or, indeed, weariness enough Before the girl could reply to this disjointed sentence, while she stood blushing and trembling a little, and with her eyes cast down, a footstep was heard approaching, and Roche suddenly released her hand. The next minute Lady Ennismore's tall figure appeared on the very path on which the young lovers were standing. She did net see them at once, for they were partly beneath the shadow of some fir trees, but the moonlight fell on her face, and both Roche and Helen recognised her. "Here is Lady Ennismore," said Helen, with some embarrassment. "Yes," answered Roche, "so I see." And though he felt greatly annoyed, he was of course obliged to follow Helen, who moved forward to meet Lady Ennismore. Lady Ennismore received them both very quietly. "Helen, my child, is that you?" she said, as Helen somewhat deprecatingly and timidly laid her bands on Lady Enniamore's. It is too late for you to be out. dear," she continued, "so run to the house as fast aa yeu can, and ask Miss Sinclair, who is in the drawing-room, to give you some tea." Helen hesitated for a moment and looked at Roche. Go at once, dear," said Lady Ennismore; and Mr Roche, will you stay and take a turn with me ? I have a headache, and I think the air will do me good." Helen left them as Lady Ennismore said these words, and then in her usud sweet and gentle manner Lady Ennismore addressed Roche. I have sent the child away, Mr Roche," she said, because I want a few words—a -few con- fidential words with yotf." I shall be delighted to listen, of course," said Roche, though he certainly did not fed so. It is about Helen—Helen Drummond," pro- ceeded Lady Ennismore, and she put her hand through Roche's arm. "Let us walk down the path—yes, I want to talk to you about the child —they tell me you sometimes walk with her— and—well, Mr Roche, I am about to ask you to do so no more." "Why, Lady Ennismore ?" said Roche, with some sharpness. "Because you are a good-looking young man," answered Lady Ennismore, with rather a forced smile, and she is a country girl unused to the world, unaccustomed to receive attention, and it will only unsettle her to be with you—only, per- hapa, make her unhappy. hapa, make her unhappy." I would never willingly do that, I am sure," said Roche. "I am sure you would not, yet it might be so if you were constantly with bar. Do not, there- fore, see her any more, Mr Roche Helen is a nice girl, a dear nice girl, and I would guard her from any trouble if I could." But, Lady Ennismore," answered Roche, after a momentary hesitation, and with a slight break in his voice, you do not surely imagine that I should bring any possible trouble to Miss Drummond if I could help it ? Y. u must know— I am sure you must know—that in seeking her I have only one meaning—that if I were happy enough to win her regard—" Hush, hush, Mr Roche interrupted Lady Ennismore, with unmistakable agitation of manner, "do not speak thus. There can be nothing between you and Helen; nothing. Put the very idea out of your mind." "But why, Lady Ennismore?" again asked Rcchc. "Because,'1 answered Lady Ennismore with a strange quiver in her voice, Helen is not in a c position to think of yon-—to tr. anything to you. You must promise mo, Mr Roche, promise me on your word cf honour as a eentleman never to hint anything of this kind to Helen." LaJiy Ennismore said these last words eagerly, and bent forward se. that she micrht see the ex- pression on the young man's face, but with an annoyed air Roche turned awav his head. I will make no promises," lie said. But yon must, urged Lady Ennismore. Mr Rocne, listen to me and she clasped her hand tightly en his arm. It is for your good I am speaking," she ccntinued, for your good and for Helen'3 good. She can be nothing to you—do you understand, nothiTUJ 1 If you have thought of anything, or she has thought of anything, she must go away—she must return to her relation Miss Drummond." "You surely would not send her away, Lady "You surely would not send her away, Lady Ennismore ? "Yes, I would," answered Lady Ennismore, I will. Anything would be better than that you Lady Ennismcre," said Roche very earnestly, it is unkind of you to speak thus—to speak in riddles. Why do answer me—why would it be such a dreadful thing if I were- to ask Miss Drummond to be my wife ? Lady Ennismore withdrew her arm hastily 'from s and with a sudden, almost a rasping sigh, put her hand over her face. "I entreat you to answer me," said Roche, looking at her in great surprise. What is there about mer what is there about Miss Drummond Lth»« n»d«3.our Suture Again Lady Ennismore gave a gasping sigh, and then moving her hand from her face, she looked at Roche with strange wistfulness. It is like fate," she murmured, as if she were thinking rather than speaking like the hand of fate." Will you answer my question?" urged Roche. Why is it impossible ?" Lady Ennismore tried to rouse herself at these words. She looked at Roche, she considered, and then she said slowly ana painfully— "There is a shadow on Helen Drummond's birth that renders such an idea absolutely im- possible. You must not think of her, she must not think of yon. I cannot tell you any more, only I entreat you, I beg you, to go away, to forget her, to see her no more." "A shadow on her birth?" repeated Roche, with both dismay and sorrow in his tone. Lady Ennismore did not speak. She stood there pale, trembling, and so visibly agitated that Roche felt that he could not urge her to tell him any more at that moment. "The subject seems a distressing one to you, Lady Ennismore," he said, after thinking for a few seconds. Perhaps some other time "Yes," said Lady Ennismore quickly, "some cither time we will talk of it again but let us go in now, for I feel cold, so very cold." And Lady Ennismore shivered. "It is cold," answered Roche; and he changed the conversation, and together they proceeded towards the house. But just as they reached the bay window in the drawing-room, by which Lady Ennismore had left it, and which was still standing open, Lady Ennismore laid her hand for a moment on Roche's arm. Remember," she said, emphatically, what I have told you," and next minute she passed on and entered by the bay window into the lighted drawing-room beyond. Roche followed her. "Here they found Lord Ennismore drinking tea and talking to Miss Sin- clair, Curzon, drinking tea, talking to the pale, fair Julia. Bingham and Helen Drummond, who looked flushed and agitated, standing apart. My dear," said Lord Ennismore, looking- round as his wife went into the room, have you been taking a walk by moonlight ? Yes," answered Lady Ennismore, smiling but as she approached the fire she shivered again. Why, Katie, you are as pale as a ghost exclaimed Lord Ennismore, still looking at her. "Give me a cup of hot tea for her, Miss Sin- clair ?" While Miss Sinclair was pouring out the tea, and Lady Ennismore was warming her chilled hands by the fire, Roche took the opportunity of half whispering a few words in Helen's ear. I want to say something to you, Helen," he said. When can I do so ?" Helen hesitated, and her already flushed face grew crimson. Then, before she could frame a reply, Lady Ennismore looked sharply round, and Roche observing this moved quietly from Helen's side. CHAPTER VIII.—A FIRST GRIEF. To Roche's surprise and annoyance Helen did not take her usual place at the dinner table. "Where is Helen?" asked Lord Ennismore, noticing this. She has a headache, and is not able to come down," answered Lady Ennismore, gravely, and this reply did not add to Francis Roche's con- tentment. In fact as he sat eating his dinner he began to feel very angry with his hostess. "What right had Lady Ennismore to interfere and lecture him, and, probably, the poor girl." he was thinking. "If her ladyship supposes she is going to have all her own way she is mistaken," decided the young soldier, and a certain resolute hardness crept over the expression of his face as he made this decision. Then, when he returned to the drawing-room, he found that Helen still was absent, though Miss j Sinclair and Julia Bingham were there. Lady J Ennismore al-io disappeared, and so Roche went up to Mir s Sinclair to enquiro after Helen, How is Mi.ss Di amniond ?" he said. Is she not well enough to come downstairs? "Miss Druiamond," answered Miss Sinclair, in her usual unrufiled way, "-has one of those convenient illnesses—a headache." And Miss Sinclair smiled. A convenient headache ?" repeated Roche. That means, I suppose, that Lady Ennismore and then Roche suddenly paused and left his sentence uncompleted, for he remembered that he did not know how much Miss Sinclair knew. Again the governess smiled her placid self- satisfied smile, while Julia Bingham's delicaje Again the governess smiled her placid self- satisfied smile, while Julia Bingham's delicaje skin Hushed, and her sensitive lips quivered. Where is your fair friendsaid Walter Curzon, at this moment also approaching Miss Sinclair and Julio, but addressing his question to ] Julia. The ycung girl turned her small lovely face round, and looked at Curzon with a smile as she answered him. Walter Curzon was a more calculating and colder-hearted man than Francis Roche. But he was not so good-looking. His extreme pale- ness, and his almost colourless hair, were scarcely redeemed by his regular features and a certain grace of manner which he undoubtedly possessed. But he had a dissatisfied spirit lurk- ing in his breast, and was very much inclined to be at war with fortune, which had placed him in the somewhat trying position of the younger son of a poor peer. Since he had been at Brackenford, and had seen on all sides the evidence of the great wealth which Lady Ennismore had so unexpectedly inherited from the rich Maidens, he had thought several times very seriously of Julia Bingham. True, there was the boy, the heir, but with all this money in the family, the girls, no doubt, would have large fortunes as well. Curzon had listened with a suppressed sigh while the frank, genial Lord Ennismore had told them on the moors of the vast revenue which the coal mines, tha iron- works, and the land, that had once been the Maiden's, now yearly brought in. The once poor Irishman was apparently astonished still at his own good fortune, and never wearied of talking about his wife's wealth. And whenever he had the opportunity Walter Curzon had in consequence of this wealth done his best to charm fair Julia Bingham. Miss Sinclair's vanity had given him more chance of doing this than anyone in the house supposed. The good-looking jjeverness had meant on Curzon's first arrival at Brackenford quietly to ignore certain love passages which had taken place between herself and Walter Curzon at Otterly- hall two years ago, for the very ^sufficient reason that she now intended to marry the Rev Peter Prescott. But when the Rev Peter drew back, and was, no longer to be met in the walks round Morton- bury and Brackenford, the governess, finding it very dull, once more began to smile on Curzon. Curzon immediately took advantage of these smiles. The attractive woman so well, satisfied 'o with her own attractions, never dreamt that a mere child, a chit, as she mentally called Julia, could have any charm for a young man cf Curzon's age, and she therefore took Julia with her when sne walked with and talked to Curzon. In a few words, with a laugh and a shrug, Walter Curzon soon let Julia know who was his real attraction. Miss Sinclair was called one day suddenly away, and for five minutes or so the two young people were alons. These five minutes were Curzon's opportunity. "For once," he said, "I have a chance of speaking to you without your duenna to listen." "I thought," answered Julia, in her half- proud, timid way, "that you admired Miss Sinclair?" Then Curzon shrugged his shoulders. [ How could I admire her," he said, by your side? Miss Sinclair has been a good-looking woman, but her day is past, though, of course, she cannot see it. The bud is fairer in my eyes than the fading flower." The foolish girl cherished those words and be- lieved in them, and with a look, a smile, Curzon easily carried on the understanding between them. He talked, laughed, and jested with Misa Sinclair; and, though he scarcely spoke to Julia, she felt a strange delight in his society. She was not jealous of Miss Sinclair, and Miss Sinclair was Certainly not jealous of her. When, therefore, he asked Julia where her "fair friend" was (meaning Helen) Julia looked at him with a half shy, half conscious smile. "She is not very well," she answered. "She is I lying down." Curzon did not ask any more questions. He began talking in a very lively fashion to Miss j Sinclair, pressing her to sing a certain song that he pretended particularly to admire, and as the ■: two were bending over some music in search of it" Roche had the opportunity of speajdng privately to Julia Bingham. "What is the matter really with MissDrum- mond ?" he said, in a low tone. "WiN you tell me Julia's young sympathies were at the present,- time naturally enlisted in the cause of lovers, and | she therefore immediately answered- Something has grieved Helen very much. i Miss Sinclair—I am sure it was- Miss" Sinclair— i told my mother that Helen walked very often with you, and my mother is, angry with Helen, and Helen has been crying, oh, so bitterly,, Mrff • Roche—and she is going away-" ."Going away? interrupted Roche,, greatlyv, ■<L concerned.. Do you. mean from Brackenford I When-issshe--gDing f' To-morrow, I betiesce.^saidJnlia, "and, and, it will be so,dreury without b<]E." Roche knit his black brows andibit his lip iitii; anger when he heard this news. Hecould indeed j -«»rcate wpBCBffi hisHKli&urtipp, that Miss Sinclair was so interested in her con- versation with Curzon or she would at once have noticed the young man's expression. Roche considered a moment, and then made up his mind. You are Helen's friend, I am sure," he said, again addressing Julia and I can trust you, and I am going to ask you to do me a favour. I must see Helen before she goes—I am determined to see her. Will you give her a little note if I entrust one to you ?" "Yes," said the young girl, rather nervously but Roche was Curzon's friend, and therefore Julia wished to oblige Roche, and she was also really fond of Helen. "I will write it and give it to you in five minutes," said Roche, and he left the room almost immediately, while Julia moved shyly to the piano, by which Miss Sinclair and Curzon were standing. Curzon looked round snd smiled as Julia ap- proached them, but so strong was Miss Sinclair's faith in her attractions that she scarcely glanced at the lovely young girl'whom it was so natural that Curzon should admire. Miss Sinclair," said Curzon, looking at Julia, "has been coquetting so long with this song, first saying she would sing it, and then that she wouldn't, that I am weary with waiting, Miss Bingham." "What a word to use to me!" said Miss Sinclair, with a soft look of appeal in her eyes. "I scarcely know what coquetting means, Mr Curzon. What will the child think to hear you use such a word ?" "The child, I hope, is too good a child to understand it, cr at least to practice it," laughed Curzon. Julia blushed crimson and said nothing. "Dear, run and bring me that music-book that is on the table there," said Miss Sinclair, speak- ing to Julia, and as Julia turned to obey her Miss Sinclair shook her head with a smile at Curzon. You should not talk in that way before Julia," she said. True she is only a-child, but children pick up strange ideas." Again Curzon laughed. "bhe is too young," he said, "to know any- thing about coquetry or love, isn't she, Miss Sin- clair ? She isn't come to the age to make a fool of a man, eh ?" Miss Sinclair thought Curzon meant to pay her a compliment. She cast down her eyes, she sighed, while OurZGn stood looking at her, trying to hide the sneer upon his lips. Yet Miss Sinclair was quick enough when vanity did not blind her. It was her failing, and, like all great faults, con- stantly exposed her to ridicule. "We don't all make fools of men," she said, softly. Sometimes it is our duty to appear cold -to those we like best." And again Miss Sinclair sighed. Curzon felt a little alarmed. Had he gene too far he thought, but he was a young man who had seen something of life, and he, therefore, made the best of the situation. Yes, indeed," he said, "likes and dislikes in this world must all be controlled by reason. Unless a fellow is rich, Miss Sinclair, he is never his own master." While Curzon was thus gently throwing cold water on Miss Sinclair's incipient advances, Julia had met Roche returning to the drawing-room, and had silently taken the little note which Roche had silently placed in her hand. It was addressed to Helen Drummond, and without returning to the piano with the music book that she had been desired by Miss Sinclair to bring, Julia went upstairs at once to Helen's bedroom. As she approached the door of the room she overheard her mother's voice and Helen's from within. You must not doubt my love, Helen," Lady Ennismore was saying. Helen's voice as she answered was broken by a sob. "No," she said, "yet it seems hard—hard—" And then came a sob. Nonsense, nonsense, darling," said Lady Ennismore soothingly it is only a. child' grief, a girl's first foolish fancy-" Julia felt that it was dishonourable to hear more, and therefore she rapped at the door for admittance. Lady Ennismore herself answered Julia's summons. She opened the door, and when she saw Julia she hesitated a moment, and then asked her to come in. "Come in and chat with Helen, Judy," she said, I must go downstairs now, but by-and-bye I will come back. Don't fret, Helen dear, you shall return to Brackenford very soon—Judy here I am sure will see to that," and Lady Ennis- more stroked her y oung daughter's smooth fair cheek as she spoke. "Ye», indeed!" said Julia more impulsively than usual, and she went up to Helen and put her arms around her neck and kissed her. This caress almost overcame Helen, and she could not restrain her tears. Then Lady Ennis- more bent down and tenderly kissed her. "Hush, darling," she said, "you shall soon come back," and after kissing her again she left the room, and the two young girls were thus alone. I have something for you, Helen," said Julia., and she drew Rochs's letter out of the pocket of her dr&3Z. Helen snatched it hastily, but her hands trembled so she could scarcely epen the envelope. When she had succeeded, she found only a few lines inside. I have just heard that you arc going away (Roche had written). Please do not do so with- cut seeing me. If you will name any time or place most convenient to you I sh«,ll be there, for I wish to see you, I must see you, before you leave. Yours faithfully, F. ROCHE." Helen read these words, and then placed the note in Julia's hand. "I cannot meet him," she said wistfully. "I have promised your mother not to see him or speak to him before I go, and I cannot break my word to her. If I had promised Bliss Sinclair I should not have minded though added Helen, with more spirit. But had my mother any right to ask you to make such a promise ?" said Julia, in her half-shy, half-proud, inquiring way. Yes!" answered Helen, with energy, "for she is my best and dearest friend, and I won't deceive her or lie to her for all the world. She has been though about this-hard, almost cruel, and I cannot understand her motive-for-for, Judy, I told her I liked Francis Roche: Why should I not ? He likes me, he says-and I shall never like anyone else—never, never, I am sure And Helen suddenly hid her now blushing face on Julia's neck. Dear, if you are true to him it will all come right," whispered Julia, and she also blushed as she made this assertion in all her new young faith in love. "I will be true," said Helen, in a. fervent undertone. Then my mother cannot part you—nothing can part you," answered Julia. But I do not understand my mother—I cannot understand why she is sending you away ?" She says I am too young, that he is too young, but that if he were old it would be the same thing What can she mean ? What can she know about Francis ?' asked Helen, now lifting her head and looking, earnestly and inquiringly in Julia's face. I know nothing," said Julia, "but my mother seems distressed—there must be seme reason Helen." Yes-can it be—about me ? Helen made this inquiry with sudden anxiety. For the first time in her life it had flashed upon her imagination that there might be something— something that had been hidden from her—and as she fixed her eyes eagerly on Julia's face, Julia's soft eyes flickered and fell beneath .her gaze. Do you know anything, Judy ?" she cried the next moment. If you do, tell me the worst ? (Tabt continued.)

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