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Iii WITHOUT BLEMISH. TO-DAY'S PROBLEM. BY MRS. J. W. WALWORTH, AUTHOR OF .xje Bar Sinister" A Mississippi Martyr u Heavy Yokes,' fyc, 8fc, tALL PJGIIT8 RESERVED.] CHAPTER XVIL STORM SHAKEN. APRU, tentative and capricious, had mellowed Into May, and the plantation was looking its very best. Spurred into emulous interest in their febours by the presence of the young owner of the place, the work had gone on with so much more ▼im than was customary that Mr. Waring Trow- bridge, still Eustis's nominal adviser, congratu- lated him on the fact that the Hardlines crop pro- Bused better than any other in the parish, The young man himself, wearied of the palsying inactivity of the life he led at the Hall, was sur- prised at the degree of interest he succeeded in getting up over plantation matters. He was in the laddie nearly all the time, either superintending fee repairs on cabins, on fencing about the place, •r watching with placid interest the careful pro- cess of cutting the cotton out to a stand. Mrs.Stanhope and the girls led as lonely a life VB over in the hills, but Eustis, kindly regardful tbr the pleasure of the orphans, so far as it was in 1us power to give them any, kept a riding horse for Iheir especial use, and insisted that each one of them should exercise on it every day. You in the morning, Virginia," he had said, lettling things in a masterful way that was quite natural with him, because that is Olga's busy time, and she in the afternoon." This had come to be the regular order of things Bod accounts for the fact that Virginia and Mrs. Stanhope were quite alone in the house on a certain afternoon when one of those sudden thunder 8torms, which come in that latitude as a per- petual surprise bursting in upon the mild serenity Of May. swept over the face of the earth. it frightens me so," Virginia moaned. Binking in abject physical terror upon her knees by the blind woman, and burying her head in the folds of Mrs. Stanhope's dress to deaden the awful reverberations of the thunder, which, beginning in far off mutterings, came nearer and nearer until it burst with the roar of a fierce cannonading immediately over and about the unsheltered Cottage. Mrs. Stanhope laid her hands urgently on the (lowering girl's shoulders. In her impatient anxiety she shook them slightly: Do come out of yourself for once, Virginia. Remember how helpless I am even to see this Storm that makes you tremble so. Tell me how the sky looks Tell me which way the wind blows! I am thinking of the crops Eustis is so proud of bist Take the field-glass and tell me if you can aee anything of him Look toward the long-pond field If he is out there near that deadening there's tto house for him to shelter under, and there is danger there indeed What danger ?" says Virginia, spurred by her anxiety for Eustis into springing to the rthek in the ball where the field-glass bung and bringing it to bear on the long-pond field. I see nothing," she said finally, dropping her tired arm by her side, "at least nothing of him. What danger threatens him more than us ?" There is danger in the deadening from the failing of limbs! how the wind slams those Shutters! Can't some one fasten them back ?" Mrs. Stanhope's voice grew querulous from nervousness. There is no one here but me," says Virginia, and I cannot. Oh I" A vivid flash of lightning ooce more sent her cowering to Mrs. Stanhope's Bide. It is fearful! absolutely terrific." Where is Olga ? Why is she not here? she is worth a dozen of you, Virginia, when one wants help Those slamming shutters are torturing me Look again and see if you can see Eustis I He must be coming." A temporary lull in the uproar of wind and thunder lent Virginia a moment of nerve. Once more raising the glass to her eyes she swept the broad acres of young cotton and corn that lay between the house and the deadening where Eustis was superintending the building of a new fence. So sharp a contrast between Olga's use- fulness and her Own helplessness had never been drawn by their benefactress before. It stung Virginia to the quick, and she answered with Sullen resentment: I don t see anything of your son No doubt he is taking care of himself and Olga too, some- where! I don t suppose either one of them is thinking or caring whether we are frightened to death or not! I don't see anything but great banks of black clouds with ragged green edges rushing across the sky, and the trees are bending like whip-cords before the wind, and the hands are all scampering back to the quarters as fast as mules and legs can carry them, and—oh the glass fell to the ground, as she clasped her hands her eyes wnd moaned plaintively, "you may be thankful you are blind so you cannot see this awful lightning. Oh dear Mrs. Stanhope, do you auppoøe the lightning will strike this house ? Oh <did ever, ever hear such thunder before? Oh I wish we were back over in the hills. This little house can be blown away so easily. I know it will go at the next gust." Her selfish moaning was drowned in the awful Oproar of the storm! Peal after peal of thunder mingled with the crackling sound of breaking tree limbs and the loose flapping and banging of every Bhutter about the house 1 Soon the fierce rattling 81 heavy hail-stones and the swirl of pouring rain, dashed against the weather-boarding of the house by the driving wind, made the elemental uproar complete, while the flashing lightning darted into every crevice of the house in demoniacal mockery of the pallid girl who had no thought for any one but herself at that awful moment. Mrs. Stanhope had none for any one but Eustis. Olga, unselfish Olga, whose life was being spent in gentle minis- tration on the one and sisterly guardianship of the other of these two women, was for the time being completely forgotten. That insolent suggestion of Virginia's that Eustis was taking care of himself and Olga too, somewhere, Mrs. Stanhope laid aside for the text of aluture lecture for the petulant girl, who was now too badly frightened to be man- ageable in any way. But suppose a germ Of truth Was hidden away in it ? Take the glass again, Virginia My so must be coming by this time He said he was going to the deadening, and there is no house for him to shelter in. Look well, girl!" I couldn't see a regiment of horsemen," says Virginia querulously, adjusting the glass again, through this white sheet of rain and hail! Mercy! It cats the corn into ribbons and the cotton fields look as if a stalk of cotton had never been planted in them. The ground is white with hail-stones! There I hear the clatter of hoofs! That is Prince I know the sound of his tramp- ing! Your son is safe! I hear the slamming of the back gate." Quick, put down the glass and have some dry clothes for him by the time he gets to the house. It will kill him Oh! my reckless boy as Eustis, stamping the rain from his soaked feet, presently called to her cheerily from the hall— Can't come any closer, mother, am as wet as a Soaked sponge I thought you would be worrying over the deadening, or 1 wouldn't have tried to get back to the house Pretty fierce storm Don't think I ever saw a worse. I wish you'd send Olga to mix me something hot——" Olga has not gotten in from her ride yet," Bays Mrs. Stanhope, interrupting him placidly. Now that he was safe very little else mattered. But there are so many cabins for her to take shelter in that I haven't worried about her in the least." But Eustis did not take so complaisant a view of the girl's exposure to the storm he had just braved not without risk. Not in yet!" he said, seizing the glass which Virginia had left on a chair and sweeping the storm-rent landscape with an anxious gaze, why she should have been home before the storm began Do you know what time it is, mother ? It's almost dark 1" It is always dark with me, son." But the familiar plaint passed unnoticed this time. Not that Eustis had, or ever could grow indifferent to this affliction that enveloped himself and hie mother in a dark cloud of awful per- manence, but just then he was thinking only of Olga. Slight of form, delicately moulded child that she was, suppose she should have been caught out in this storm as he had been, where would she take shelter ? And then the terror of it to her! J "Virginia," he said, as she reappeared bringing with her the cup of hot lemonade she was proud of having thought of unaided, do you know which way Olga rode this afternoon ?" I heard her say she was going to ride over to Mrs. Trowbridge 8. Mrs. Trowbridge promised her, the other day, when she was here. to give her some bronze turkey eggs, and Ollie said she wanted to go for them herself so they shouldn'tbe shaken too much. She's going to try to raise turkeys, you know." Hang the turkey eggs! What time did Bbe Btart ? Immediately after dinner," says Virginia, with a pout, ss sne placed the unnoticed lemonade oa a stand and fulkily left the room. "Then." says Eustis, more as if he were com forting himself than addressing anyone elae, she must be at Bendemma." and laying the field-g'ass aside he swallowed the hot lemonade at a fow gulps and went off to his room to get on some dry clothes. '1 he storm was rapidly abating now, and with it Virginia's fears. Hearing Mr. Stanhope's door close somewhat noisily she went back to the sitting-room and began adjusting things rather petulantly. Mrs. Stanhope sat with her hands folded over her knitting. It was always a sign of mental disturbance with her when the busy click- clack of her needles ceased. The clock on the mantle struck six, and no sign of Olga yet! The raging of the storm, and her previous anxiety about Eustis, and Virginia's disrespectful coupling of Olga's name with her son's, and a certain nervous irritability that had seized upon her over the young man's anxiety for Olga's safety, all combined to make Mrs. Stanhope her harshest and most unjust self for the space of a few moments. Virginia," she said, stop your restless prowl- ing around the room and sit down. I have some- thing to say to you." Virginia dropped into a chair by her side word- lessly. t you knew that Olga had ridden over to Mrs. Trowbridge's for turkey eggs, why did you say you supposed my son was taking care of her and him- self during the storm ?" "Because," said the girl daringly, "I thought he liked her well enough to see that no harm came to her in the storm. I'm sure he does like Ollie very much. And I don't see why he shouldn't. You've no idea how handsome she is growing to be. She's quite a young lady you know now. Why I feellil,e a silly child yet, Ollie is so much taller and straighter and handsomer. And I heard Mr. Stanhope tell Mr. Trowbridge that a better or sweeter girl did not live." Mrs. Stanhope winced. She had asked her question with a view of leading quietly up to a lecture on the proprieties, which she felt that Virginia very much needed. She had been answered more fully than she cared to be. Virginia's pretty face wore an expression of mingled dissatisfaction and triumph. No com- Sunction for the stab she had purposely inflicted isturbed her narrow soul. All the old time affec tion for Olga was rapidly merging into fierce jealousy for the girl who was out-stripping her in every point, even winning from her the palm of beauty that she had felt so securely her own. Olga is a very good girl," says Mrs. Stanhope icily. She must show this presuming child how wide a gulf lay between her son and the orphans she had taken in hand for sweet charity's sake. Doubtless, my son was trying to interest Mr. Trowbridge in her. I heard Mrs. Trowbridge say that she intended to employ an assistant about the house this year, more for the sake of companion- ship than for any special need. Doubtless Mr. Stanhope will secure the place for Olga." Why, what on earth would you do without Ollie ?" Virginia asks, completely aghast at the prospect of having the prop she had so long leaned on herself suddenly taken away. You will have to learn to take her place," says Mrs. Stanhope, in her most imperative manner. You know I only took Olga to humour a childish whim of yours, and I cannot but think I have done enough for her, and for you too, to entitle me to some gratitude on her part and some effort on yours." ndeed! Indeed but you have," says Virginia: sinking into a chair close by the blind woman, to cover her passive hand with kisses. Olga not in yet ?" It was Eustis's voice ringing with anxiety that broke in upon this pretty tableau. It was quite dark now, and if Olga had been there the lamps would have been lighted in every part of the house. Not in yet," said Mrs. Stanhope. I've no doubt Mrs. Trowbridge will keep her all night. It is kind of you to be so concerned about her, though." But there's no certainty she is with Mrs. Trowbridge. Virginia, will you hurry up supper while I tell Gus to saddle Prince again ?" .1 What are you going to do, Eustis ?" Mrs. Stan- hope's voice was sharp with resentment. I am going to look for Olga," he said; then turned quickly on his heel and the two women heard him sending an imperative demand out toward the stable for Gus to saddle and bring his horse to him promptly. You know, mother," he said, coming back to the sitting-room, that Olga is entirely too con- scientious to stay away all night from you with- out sending a message of some sort. I could not sleep to-night without satisfying myself that no harm had come to her. I only marvel at yourand Virginia's indifference." "As for me!" says Virginia sulkily, "I've got confidence enough in Ollie to believe she knows how to keep out of the rain. There never was a girl who had her wits about her more completely than Olga. There thank goodness!' 'she started suddenly to her feet. For what?" Don't you hear Shep barking ? He was with her! He's barking for somebody to open the gate." Eustis hurried out to the back gallery. Virginia followed him. They could bear the horse's feet slopping lazily along the rain-soaked road. It was a strangely slow gait for Olga to be coming at when it was so late that she must know they were all consumed with anxiety! Ollie Virginia sent her voice out toward the gate where the sounds had come to stop. Some one was fumbling at the low-hung latch. No answer, only Shop's impatient sharp bark Eustis sprang to the ground and reached the gate by a few impatient strides over the long wet grass. The rider was still fumbling nervously with the latch. He could just see the dark mass made by the horso and its rider. U Olga, is that you ?" he asked in a sharp voice. Yes, sir." The answer came to him in a slow soft voice, as if she had forced herself to make reply. Are you wet ?" he asked, flinging wide the gate through whieh the horse passed briskly, of its own accord, Shep barking joyously at his heels. She did not answer. Gus came promptly to take the horse. Eustis reached up his arms to take her from the saddle. She moaned and drew back. Don't touch me Don't touch me, please But he seized her in his strong arms and placed her on the gallery by Ginia's side. He felt her slight form quiver in his clasp. She pushed rapidly by Virginia and ran rather than walked into the hall, only to come to a dead halt in the middle of it, where a table stood and on it an unshaded lamp. She began pulling off her gauntlets slowly and laboriously, finger by finger, although they were loose enough to have been shaken off without an effort. Eustis and Virginia, following her, were at a loss to account for her actions or her appearance. She was as white as the plastered walls of the ball. Every movement was as unlike Olga as was possible. That she had not been exposed to the storm was evident, for beyond the spattering of mud on the end of her long skirt, she was as neat and trim of attire as when she had left the house in her most joyous mood some hours before. Eustis's mental conclusion was that she had received a severe nervous shock during the terrific storm that had just spent itself. Her eyes were dropped to the gloves she was tugging at. The long dark lashes of her lids lay like silken fringe on her white cheeks. kl Where are the turkey eggs, Ollie?" Virginia asked, more as it were to break the girl's strange silence than for any desire to know. Olga raised her eyes and looked into the laughing face before her. Its bright gaiety seemed to hurt her. Her lips quivered for a second, then closed resolutely. No words came from them. Olga said Eustis, taking the riding whip from her trembling grasp and compelling her to look up at him as be laid a detaining hand on her shoulder, what is the matter with you, child ? You look as if something terrible had happened since you left the house." Something terrible has happened," said the girl slowly, but it is not anything that concerns anybody but myself." Great tears stood in the soft eyes that were raised to Eustis's face. For a moment he felt a mighty impulse to stoop and kiss them away. What if the lovely eyes did belong to his mother's charity girl? What if the girl standing there burdened with some strange grief that she was bravely striving to keep all to herself was Olga, nameless and set apart," as his mother always mysteriously said of her. She was young and innocent and suffering. And so lovely in her grief. He spoke with infinite gentleness. "What concerns you concerns your friends, little Olga. Come, get her a cup of tea, Virginia, and then we will talk about this trouble, what- ever it is, with mother." Not to-night. Oh not to-night, please.. Mrs. Stanhope's patienoo was exhausted by this time. That Olga had returned and not come to report penitently to her immediately was very irritating in view of all that had gone before that evening. She called out querulously from the sitting-room: Olga! Is it your intention to keep the house- hold waiting on you all night? Have you not made yourself of importance enough for one occasion ?" Olga glided into her presence, and kneeling down by her side said in a voice too low for any ear but Mrs. Stanhope's Be patient with me to-night, dear lady! To- morrow I will go away frow you and never be of l' 14 ■ i (J I any importance to anyone again. For oh Mrs Stanhope, I have found out who I am I know who my mother is God help me, 1 know who and what 1am! Don't tell them to-night. Don't tell Ginia, To-morrow I will be stronger. To- morrow 1 can bear it better." For a moment she kneeled there clinging con- vulsively to the hand of the woman who had rescued her from an asylum to which, in the new misery that had some upon her, he looked back as upon a lost haven of rest and security. With the suddeness and the desolation of the storm that had just spent its fury on the earth, Olga's life had been darkened, and the future spread out before her like a rugged thorn-strewn path lead- ing by strange and devious ways—whitherward she did not know. Mrs. Stanhope was completely bewildered at the turn events had taken Had she dared hope it possible, she would have wished that this know- ledge could come to the girl through some agency other than herself. But now that it had come, and the innocent sufferer for the sins of others was bend- ing and quivering under the blow like a storm- shaken reed, Eustis's mother was pure womanly in her pity. She laid her hand on the girl's bowed head: My poor child From my heart I pity you Go to your room now and to-morrow we will talk the matter over calmly." Calmly!" Olga repeated the word with bitter emphasis as she rose obediently to her feet. "Will it ever be possible for me to talk of it calmly ?" Then with outstretched hands covering her face she sped quickly past Mrs. Stanhope, across the narrow hall and into her own room, which she locked against all intruders for the night, leaving Mrs. Stanhope relieved but pitiful, Virginia con- sumed with curiosity, and Eustis grieving for the grief that had shown so plainly in every line of the girl's pure sweet face. For it was a face that Eustis loved. (To be continued.)

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