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The Luck of the Lindsays.

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PUBLISHED BY SPECIAL ARRANGEMENT. The Luck of the Lindsays. By MARGARET TYNDALE. i [OOPYRIOHT.] CHAPTER XXII I.-SORROWS AND JOYS. Recalled to the Priory by the telegram announcing her aunt's death, Adela was almost prostrate with grief. The end had come so unexpectedly that she was totally unprepared for the blow, and even a letter addressed to her, which she found among her Runt's papers, could not lessen her sorrow. My dearest (she read),—The doctors tell me that my heart is affected and that I must be prepared. 1 am not telling you this, because I do not wish to give you in- creased sorrow and anxiety. I had hoped to have lived to see you re-united to your husband, but something tells me that in spite of all my prayers, I never shall. Nevertheless, I feel sure that up there-iin that place which we call heiven-I shall knew of the happiness which I fully believe it is God's will th ;t you should realize, after the many d: of suffering through which you have passed. I hope you will not grieve for me, for I shall have gained that porte after storme eease" which God has prepared for them that truly trust in Him, as indeed I ean say with my whole heart that I most faithfully do God bless you, my dearest, and give yen your heart's desire—that is the fervent prayer of your ever-loving, Aunt Bessie. The letter was dated the day of Adela'g departure for London, and as she recalled the tenderness with which her aunt had kissed her good-bye, her tears began to flow afresh. Miss Gunning had been held in affection by the entiie household, and the silent sympathy Adela received, tinged the bitter sorrow that was hers with its only ray of comfort. She hardly heard the words of the solemn burial service, uttered in unemotional tones by the rector of the old parish church. One or two of the servants from the Priory wept copiously, but Adela. felt that her own grief had for ever quenched her teari by its limit- less depth. She was glad that no member of her own family was present; she had been too sorrow-stricken to write and tell Donald or his sister, but had simply Bent a message to the latter from her hotel informing Julia that she had had to return suddenly to the Priory. Comfort us again now after the time that Thou has plagued us; and for the years wherein we have suffered adversity." The beautiful words of the appeal that has been uttered by grief-stricken hearts throughout the ages seemed to recall Adela to the present, and suddenly she took her eyes from the stained east window at the altar and let them rest longingly upon the flower-decked coffin in front of her. Aunt Bessie's death had left her so utterly desolate that she envied her the rest her tired spirit had found at last. It all seemed so impossible, so terribly un- real that even now Adela thought she must b dreaming, and with the same feeling of unreality she went slowly out into the churchyard where the last rites were to be performed. She looked so changed, and yet so pathetically beautiful, that a man who stood unnoticed just inside the church porch could hardly realize that this ethereal-looking woman was his wife; she seemed to belong to another world. One of two of the mourners, chancing to look up, recognized him for their master, but they wisely deemed it unfitting to make any outward sign at that particular moment. Adela did not appear to have seen him. Lindsay could not remain UHnoticed for long, however, and he quietly took his place just behind his wife as the little group arranged themselves by the graveside. But Adela had seen him, and whatever doults she might have had were brushed aside by the sound of his voice as he joined in the responses, but she gave no sign of recognition. Indeed, she feared that her emotions would get beyond control should she even turn her haad to look at him. Tile nnai woras or tne service came at last, and Adela heard them with a fast-beat- ing heart, her thoughts so confused that she hardly knew what to do. Then suddenly she felt her husband's hand upon her arm, and with the blood instantly suffusing her erstwhile pallid face, she turned and met him face to face. He said no word of greeting; it was just a natural act that he would have performed in perfectly natural circumstances, and Adela felt grateful to him for his thought of her. He smiled kindly at the surprised ser- vants as he assisted her into the carriage, and they, respecting his unspoken wishes, made no attempt to welcome him home again. "Aunt Bessie is dead, you know," said Adela at last, when she could bear the silence no longer. "I know, dear," was the gentle answer. They told me at the house. Ah, I can see that you are curious to know why I have re- turned in this unexpected fashion!" he went on, as she looked up at him in surprise. I will tell you. It was due to a letter Donald wrote me, and also one which his friend, Edward Conyngham, sent with it." And then he proceeded to give at some length the nature of the contents of the two letters which had been the means of bringing him back to England. And now you have told me everything, I will explain matters which affect us two more personally, Alec," said Adela when lie had finished. It was true that I wrote those letters to Stanley Gordon, but the one you read to me was written a few hours after my father's terrible death. You can imagine how 1 felt, and perhaps I said things in it which at the time I hardly realized, and which in other circumstances I should never have uttered. It was not true that I jilted Gordon, for directly lie knew that I was penniless he wrote giving me my liberty—a polite way of telling me that now I was poor I had no attraction for him. At the time I was broken-hearted, but afterwards when I came to love you, I realized how much I should have lost had I married Gordon. I could not tell you about the matter, for I couldn't bear to think of it, since it recalled such bitter, bitter hours of suffering that I had endured. And when you asked me to marry you I had learnt almost to forget it; and somehow the fact that you were marry- ing me without having any real love for me. seemed to place an indefinable barrier in the way of confidences." But I did love you, Adela—I have always loved you," said her husband softly, "though perhaps my upbringing prevented me from saying so." "1 didn't realize that," was the shy answer. "especially when you preferred to take Roger Mainwaring's word before mine. Of course, I know that I was to blame for even consenting to meet Gordon, but, believe me, it was only my great desire to end the matter without causing you trouble tid anxiety that led me into such raslnu Somehow when you refused to take my warn- ing against Roger Mainwaring, I felt that I could not come to you and tell you things which, ten chances to one, your brotlier-in- law would have entirely misconstrued to you; and it was while I was hesitating as to the right step I should take—since I had iiii- wisely agreed to do nothing in the matter for a week—that Gordon persuaded Julia to run away, after having given me his word of honour that he would not see her during that time. You understand now, dear, don't you, in what a difficult position I found myself? But oh, Alec," she went on passionately, "I have longed to tell you all these things for months, and sometimes in those terrible hours of darkness that followed my illness I felt I could not go on, and if it hadn't been fGr-lier-T should have failed utterly. I Am ielliua.ypu.,aU ttkis, Alee- because it will

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The Luck of the Lindsays.