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CHAPTER VI. Seba. 7 own had apparently seen tliegrey- figure at -he doorway, for lie started to his feet with a jasty apdiogv, white Olwen sat en unobserved In the deep window seat. C- I beg your pardon,'sir," said Gwil. am ■»i "fraid I have taken :1, great, Ji t,('¡.ty-l. in ice- seeing the organ, I could not resist t. You loveitso much 1" said the old n an in a hollftW, "far-aWay voice. ies, yes. loin Imagine that," and drawing nearer, he ,-tei cl in Ihfc full stream of the moonlight ns if \im. on3 tim-giofit, and Olwen saw that he was rd tjJd, and stooping in the shoulders, and that is head was crowned with snow-white-hair. Y C::i, yes," he said, in a jerky manner, and holding out his nerVOu;3,trerul>!in.; hands t.ards Gwjl, Play a&ain. go OD., don't stop, I am always longing for it. and so seldom do I hear it. so seldom," he repeated, while Gwil, n'.1ssm"cù, sat down again, and began to play. \h, how he played For Gwil Parry 3 nature -was saturated with a passion for music, as mallY of his forbears had been. How the swelling tones that filled the hail reached the hearts of his listeners. The old man, perhaps physically weary, sat down on the f,ta.¡rs, where in the shadow only his face and the crown of white hair were risible. Olwen sat on as if spoil-bound, while Gwil, gliding froil1 one melody to another, seemed to wander through the whole range of his musical memories, and the time slipped hy unheeded. Go on. go on," the old Juan said, when lometimes the player seemed inclined to bring bis music to an end, until he stopped in reality, and rising, said Thank you very much, sir, ?/»• Itiffirirr ntr* 1""I1!i""U' T Viftirn f'n;n""pd it .1 .1J" -4L' J' "J 'J And 1." said the old man, I too—but why must you stop ?" It. is late," said Gwil, "and I have yet to find lodgings for the night." "Lodgings for the night exclaimed Abel Hubes; for of course it was he who had thus been attracted by the music Dear, clear But surely there is a bed here. heba," he tailed, is-i't there a bed hern for the young man and Seba appeared round the corner of the organ with a smile, half of amusement, and half of pity on her gentle face. X:1. no mishteer bach," she said. Don t vou remember? There are plenty of prunty rooms here, but no beds one or two old sofas perhaps." 1, C-111, that would do for T)ie," s;ii(i Gwil eager- ly catching at the idea of spending a night at Ilhosnior. I can sleep anywhere." Nvell, but oniyasofa," said the o!(l man, d.istrc-ssed. J. cannot tllow tliat-dear, ,dear- Isn't there a bed in Jenifer's room And t here's the red room—couldn't he sleep I there" }"O, sir," said Seba, no bed at all but there's plenty of quilts for him on the sofa." That will be splendid," said Gwil, f, and 1 will be very thankful to be spared seeking iora lodging." Oil. certainly, my dear sir," said the simple Dld man, if you can put up with such poor iccommodation." "And we can have some more music to-night if you please," said Gwil, and a little to- morrow mot ning before I start." tat'i!" said Abel Hughes. Where are poxi going Why can't you stay here and play to me 6wil smiled. I wish I could, but I am on 31 y way to Liverpool, and from there to America." Ts. t-, said the old man. What a pity-hut there sit down and play again." and to please him Gwillet his fingers roam over the tevs ones more. :Twas the Moonlight :0' nata now that was streaming through the old flouse, until with the last chords Seba said, I must take miss vach home." At the words, mi-s vach." old Abel Hughes jeein^d to awake suddenly from a dream, and fatching sight of the girl's figure, seemed to shrink :nto himself and withdrew more into the jhadow." I will go and row them across the river," said Gwii. Well, well Como back," Yes. sir.'I promise, To s!cep on this sofa, klid to give you S'-Ht1e music in the morning." and Seba disappearing for a moment, returned with a ru and a quilt. "Oh. 'twill bo splendid," said Gwil, "a bathe in the river in the morning, and some music before T start. kyllit could a king want more ? And wha.t could he have b -tte" ♦« Oniy his breakfast." said Seba, laughing, and that you shall have with rnis3 vach and me. because mishteer here doesu't get up till twelve." ,Pel'Mp$ I will to-morrow," said the old man. dreamily You see t -.iover have any- cal' me tin, but perhaps I and ir)t. good-bye." he said, extending a long, thin hand towards Gwil. Thank vo-i so much. sir." Thank you. sir," said the old man. yon will giye me s^rue music, before you go .\inst certa inly," said Gwil. and they left Abel Ilnchos sitting there alone in the moon- light. He heaved a long sigh as they disap- peared. and outside on the grass velvet road Olweii drew a. long sigh too. If you could only have stayed on here and played to the old man, there's nice it would have been Yes, if you could have S1,t on at the win- dow" Oh. indeed, it was beautiful." she said, as they followed Seba down to the river- I didn't, know vou could play like that it seemed as if you were speaking to us," and there was a little tremor in her voice. Well, I suppose, when you love music very much, you express through it what you cannot put into words," said üwil. Yes. I suppose great thoughtp and beau- tiful dreams." Yes, and-and hope. Olwen. I was trying io speak to you, but I'm afraid you did not anderstand my message." Well, indeed," said Olwen, stooping to gather a flower to hide a hlufoh which spread over her face, 'twas beautiful whatever, Gwil." Thev had reached the river's bank, and Seba was already getting into the boat and taking her oar. Gwil, too. stepped in and held out his hand to Olwen. but she sprang in ligh tiy after him, som" subtle embarrassment making her avoid the protfere-I help. i Gwil said notiatag, but tooK his oar silently. Oh. what a night said the girl. The moonlight was flooding the brown river with silver. ) nder the trees the shadows were dark and still from the misty meadows on the the other side came the call of a corn- crake. Let us float down the stream a little way' Gwil, and there's nice the niclaclorc would be," she said, and slipping it over his shoulders Gwil played a few long drawn chords. Let tis sing then, The star on the river," and their voices blended together on the night air. Olwcn sat quietly in the stern, a Hood of strange feelings if not thoughts laying a mys- terious spell of silence upon her. Seba moved an oar occasionally when the boat shifted ton near the hank, and the water hens splashed cut from their nests behind the rushes the round moon bung over them, ar.d a How of the river came softly on the breeze. Nvc"i. my little children,"said Seba at last, we must turn and go home, for we can't live upon music, though in my dee 1 it. NVill make up for the loss of things. You see, I have always been living with the family of Hughes at Rhosmor. and they were all full of music." Were they s i id Gwil, eagerly. Oh. yes," she said, shaking lie- head, every one of them, even old Mishteer had a flfae voice, and it is making me shocking sorry sometimes to see him sitting down to the organ alone, and playing his old tunes till I am tired of blowing. Come, we must turn. When they reached the little gate under the cottage, Gwil said, now you are safe, 1 will go back to Rhosmor, perhaps the old man expects inc." "Wait till we fetch you some bread and cheese machgen-i,"said Seba,and running into the house, she returned with a. hunch of both, which Gwil thrust into his pocket. "Good night then," he said, before beginning to scull himself across the river. "Have I said nytbmg to offend you to-night, Olwen T Your face is so serious." Oh, no, indeed How could that be ? Good night," she said in a voice that, did nit seem quite as steady as usual, and she repeated ."Good night, Gwil," when he was half across the river. Call back from the "ther side," said Seba, "then we will know you are safe," and soon ran, p a el c, ar li 0;, hoi from the opposite bank, and they turned to the cottage satisfied. After supper, sitting in the red. glow of tho calm fire, Olwen timidly asked, Could I stay longer with you. Seba ? Perhaps 'tis because vou are Posy's sister, but I am sure 'tis partly because of your kindness, and because I am so friendless and lonely that 1 feeLso sorry to leave you to-morrow. I thouht my aunt in Manchester would be ready to receive me at once, but she can't for another nine days, so as 4. must stay somewhere on the road, there's igiad i- would be if you could keep me till then." Dear, dear as long as you like," said Seba, her large heart warming towards the friendless itirl. The longer the better you are company for me merch-i, and somehow I am growing verv fond'of you, and of him, too, the young lad." Of course IwiJ1 pay you," said Olwen, I am very poor, but I have enough to pay my Ibdgings, and to carry me to Manchester, and th'-n f suppose I will be all right. Oh, Seba, to sleep every night in that little white room, with the flowers all round me, and the bees humming, and then to be with you all day, I ■would like it to last, for ever. *• And what Will become of the bacbgen ?" Oh, he will seek lor lodgings for himself, and for work to lc), or perhaps," she said" ho will go on his journey alone, it was only a chance that we met." Well," said ?eba, 'twas Providence I think, merch-i, for it would be very lonely for you tr." so far by yourself, and coming from If hydvser here all the way on your feet, you mast be tired .already." r- Recalling* that journey, although she only P lio, I was not tired," the toemorv i r of those days of idyllic life in th" woods brought with them a pang of regret. I will go to bed tn<>w, though, I think," she said, and in the little white-washed r.,Ofil, with its dark ratters, and moonlit window she sat down to think. L'rom the next room she heard the sam" soft monotone that had greeted their arrival, it ,1.:3 Seba reading her chapter, and Olwen pictured the old brown finger moving down the page, and as she laid lie- head upon her pillow, a St:3!1g:! sense of s felyon(I blessing seemed to flow in upon her from that gentle voice. But in viiii she tried to sleep, for she still seemed to hear the organ at Rhosmor, a"Ü Gwil's music. instead of soothing and calming, had only a. disturbing effect upon her. She felt as if she had coine to a turning in the path of 1'fe. where she would leave the golden pa.st b- hind her to face the dry, uninteresting road, that stretched towards the future and Manches- ter. She tossed restlessly on lier pillow, and tried to past from her the unreasoning depression which had suddenly fa lien upon lier spii its Gwil was different to what she had thought him, a youth—a lad—yes, one of the village lads he had appeared to her when she first met him. in the woods of Coed du, less than a week ago. Was t hat possible ? Could those few days have altered him so much ? In the swelling tones of the organ he seemed to her to have revealed his inner se! F-a youtit in longer—a man lull of tioble thoughts, of beautiful dreams-of hopes he had said. What did he mean ? A conscious blush suffused her face which she was glad there was no one to see, and again in farcy she heard the rich harmonies that had fioated through the old hall, and started into life the deep mysterious throbbings of a woman's heart. Let us sjn" The Star on the River," and thoir voices blended on the uiglit air. Had those few days in the woods of Coed du the power to change tier too ? And she tried hard to shut out the dawning truth that she too was altered in spirit. In the early morning she fell asleep, to dream of a deep flowing river on which she and Gwil floated down with the stream—suddenly they were in the rapids, in the foam and flood, and she awoke with a cry as she saw the boat sink, while she and her companion were separated and borne away in different directions. Oh, it was a terrible slic said, as Seba. roused by her cry. came in to inquire, but Olwen told her nothing more. Your breakfast is on the table, merch-i." she said, ber.IU:5e I must go to Rhosmor. I am going early to take the old mishteer his cup of tea," When she returned at ten o'cio(,] she br0u¿;ht the news that Gwil was gone, had been gone for hours but had kept his promise and delighted the old man by playing to him before he had started on his journey. Dear anwl, poor Master was quite sad," she said. 'Twas a pity to hear him say, I wish he could stop with me, Saba., bttt; poor fallow, he mast finish his journey alone, like me Had vou ever anyone belonging to you ?" said Olwen. Yes, husband and two children, mi: vach, but I am r.ob unhappy Caton I'awb I wouldn't be selfish they are happy and safe, while I am here waiting At slept, as he would have expressed it, like a top," never waking till the sun wa-i high in the sky, and the song of the birds came in through the open window like a psalm of rejoining. The blackbirds spoke to him JJxmusical phrasing from brnshwood and briar as he ran down the woods to his bath in the river, and hurried back to regale himself and his kind old host with a least of melody, ending up with TSecthoven's Adieu," -lior zi whole hour he sat at the organ, and then with a sign, wondering when he should next havesuch a glorious chance, lie left the house and turn- ing away from tha river began his journey ini, an opposite direction. Yes. he had slept noundly, but he had dreamt so vivid a dream that it tinged his .thoughts, and directed his course for the day. lie had dreamt that he stood amongst a, com- pany of toilers, some had worked with pon- derous sledge hammers, some had delved in the ground, some had wielded the pick axe, and dug out the blocks of coal others had bent over folios of paper, while others had stooped to the weaving—he, too, desired nothing more than to work with the rest, and eagerly tried to reach to a coil of wires, of rings, and cog-wheels which lay on a ledge beyond his reach. Will nobody help me to get at my work ?" he cried but all were too busy to heed him and still he stood with empty hands, looking up at the ledge on which stood the implements which lie desired to reach. -< But what is it Olwen? What is the I matter?" he asked. -T- Disappointed and saddened he turned a way to see in the distance a white shining figure, who approached quickhr through a golden haze^— with a beautiful, tender face—an arg(-I-a woman with outstretched hands. A heavenly smile was on her face, a smile that Gwil thought must have been like his mother's, so loving it seemed, so strangely familiar. IIi3 heart bounded to meet her—she would helphim, she would reach down his tools and let bim work like the rest, and he eagerly begged her assist- ance, pointing up to the ledge where they by beyond his reach-but. that angel visitant, with a heavenly smile still illuminating her face, pointed also, not. up to the ledge, but down to the ground, where, lowering his eye, he saw a heap of tools that looked like implements of b usban(Iry-a s pade, a plough, and beyond them a stretch of green fields and brown furrows He stared at them in puzzled bewilderment, and raising his eyes to ask the meaning of his dream, he found the vision had faded away; and it wa3 full five o'clock when he awoke from his heavy sleep, with his dream vividly impressed upon his mind, and he started up with a feeling strong upon him that surely here in Rhosmor his mother bad drawn near to him, and had smiled upon him. A farmer," be thought: "well, in my deed, if I had only a farm, I would be content, but at present ray road seems to lie in a different direc- tion, and f must try that path. It would never do at the beginning to be t urned from it by a dream," and he tried to forget thcstrange sug- gestion of his vision, but kept the memory of the radiant smiie that seemed to speak to him of a mother's love. I The dream was in his mind as he sat at the organ, and delighted the old man upstairs with his muaic*. f It was in bis mind, tod, as he bade Seba good-bye, Sa'yiiig, No, I won't, come to breaktast with you, for I must be early at the farm if I expect work in the I)av.fold s- i can do well till the ten o'clock meal, and perhaps you won't see me to-night, Seba, but if I can I will c' me bark. Tell Miss Ohven she must not start alone on her journey ten her I shall b? back in good time." Very good, machgen-i. I won't try "and per- suade vou. but look here," she said, laying her hand on his arm. and looking earnestly into his face. I didn't like to ask miss vach, so I must ask you. You are nnt brother and sister- What are you to each other then ?" Gwil flushed to the roots of his hair, the question arousing a host of hopes and fears. Nothing • dear anwl. nc." he said at list, -only friends we are, who have met by acci- dent on the road we are from the same village, and I am sure lie- father (he is dead) would be glad for ill2 to take her safe to the end of her journey- I must go, or f will be late for the hay-fields," but Seba laid her hand on his arm- Are you sweethearts What should he say to this woman whose face and presence impressed him with the truth and goodness of her nature. "r-.¡o, we are not," he said at last, looking up at t he placid face, but I wish we were. 1 hopa you did not ask her such a question, such a thought has never entered her mind." Well, take her safe to wherever she's going: Jet. no hCT'nl come to her, for she is the sweetest little lass I have ever seen, No harm shall come to her," said Gwil, but I must go, Seba—bore da." Go you straight to Werngoppa." she called after him," most likely thej will hire you. Over there where the cocks arc crowing it is," and with this vague direction Gwil set out, and it was not long before he came in sight of a white faun house surroo.ndcd by its fields of waving crops. The cocks in the yard were crowing lustily as he entered. This must be Werngoppa. he thought, now good luck attend me, tnough in my deed I didn't notice a. scythe in my dream," and he knocked at the open farmhouse door through, which he could hear the clatter of the early breakfast. The Uligtress and two or three of the men came crowding to the door, and in answer to Gwil's request for work looked him well over, and seemed struck by his strong arms and broad shoulders. Well, indeed," said the farmer's wife, the harvest's begun, and we want a good work- ulan." Canst mow ?" said one of the men, looking critically at (-i,il, and thinking that in spite of his broad Welsh, and his free and easy manner, there was something different in him to the men of the countryside. Humph," said Gwil, give me a scythe and see Aye, aye There isn't much in the way of work conies amiss to me," and in the meadows he soon proved his words, mowing down the meadowsweet and harebeUs appa- rently with as little compunction as the best of them-moreover. comporting himself in such a, friendly good-humoured way that before the last swathe was laid low in the evening he had become a general favourite. At the supper table, which was spread under tho sycamore tree in the farmyard, he drew long sups of his cawl in good rustic style, and held his long slice of bai ley bread almost at arm's length, as the others did, endeavouring in everything to accommodate himself to their ways and manners, and all confessed he was the smartest, most taliedd man in the hay- field (J wil saw the favourable impression he had mad" and rejoiced, for it meant work and wages to him, more money and more "wheels," for his mind was set upon repairing the injury to his model, and he knew without the sinews oi war he could do nothing. You can sleep in the barn if you like," said the.miscress. as she paid him his dr.y'g wag'- —jiie had liked his open face and his steady work, and was anxious to keep him on the farm as long as she could but Gwil was not to be baulked of the happinness. the prospect of which bad gilded his toil all day, and promis- ing to return next morning he sauntered slowiv out of the farmyard. Iloi." shouted Ifan, the head servant, after him, Will you come and have a blue with me V" "Yes, wiU I," said Gwd, and together they clumped down the road to the hamlet, where at the Plough Inn" they drank a blue apiece, for which linn paid, and then another, for which Gwil paid, and having thus passed through the usual peasant test of good com- radeship, he took his 1¡13.ce in Han's opinion as agood sort of a tidy labourer. Entering quite into the spirit of his new 9 circumstances, he parted from his companion with a. friendly good-night, and turned into the woods of Fbosmor wiih a cheerful whistle, little heeding the heavy parcel of groceries v. hich he had purchased at the village shop as he passed. Reaching tho more wooded part of the valley, and peeing a wreath of blue smoke rising above the trees, he put. on his coat and hurried his footsteps, for he knew that smoke must rite from. Seba's hearth, and he pressed on towards it, smjrmg as he went. As a matter of fact he had not intended to return to the cottage this evening, but the memory of a fair face. with gold brown hair and dark eyes, had drawn him irresistibly, and he had thrown discretion to the winds, for why debar himself from a happiness which would soon be beyond his reach ? This was a terrible thought, and be recalled the happy days of their woodland wanderings with a longing which he felt would only incrcae with every moment oi separation. Oniy to think that she had been close beside him all those days to call to her, and to hear her answer at once. Such joy could not be expected to last, and yet he knew that henceforth his life would be in- complete and empty without it. When lie reached the wooded river banks hope and courage had returned, and with every step that brought him nearer that wreath of b!u' smoke, the romant ic dreams of youth and love rcw stronger within him. The little gate was open, and entering the cottage he found it empty—out in the cwrt a glance around showed him tho old boat moored by the steps on the other side of the river. Seba was at Rhosmor then Olwen, had she gone too V And he turned eagerly towards the little garden, where a t the further end he saw her sifting on the ground amongst the thyme and marjoram with a basket of weeds before her. With a wa.rm glow at his heart (;wil wel- comed the sight, and imitating the slouch of a tired labourer, his broad shoulders approached between the gooseberry bushes. Dei anwi there's beessy you bin," he said, in the Welsh English patois of the peasant, but he stopped suddenly, bis hands fell at his side, his eyes clouded, his face blanched a little, for Olwen was not, weeding now, but was leaning against the hedge, her hands hangiDg listlessly on her lap, her brown eyes hidden by the droop- ing eyelids, but white and still as she was, a. glance showed him she was not asleep, for he saw two pearly tears well through the dark lashes, and trickle down her cheeks. At Gwil's boisterous greeting she started up, but stooping again over the herb bed tried to hide the blush which had spread over her face at the sound of his voice. But what is it, Olwen ? What is the mat- ter V he asked. (To be continued).

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