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A Heart of Gold.

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A Heart of Gold. By VIOLET CORDON CHARLESWORTH. The name of the author of A Heart of GeM" will be familiar to our readers as the heroine of one of the meat sensational and romantic episodes of recent years, which for some time kept Press and Public agog with oonjeoture. Our readers will find in A Heart of Gold" a sympathetic and graoeful little tove story with a somewhat unusual climax. I. Alistair, you can trust me to be true to you. Even unto life's end." Even unto life's end, my darling." Lieutenant Alistair Gordon, leaning up against the broad mantelpiece in the epacious drawing room at Dougla.s House, repeated the words grimly, as he looked tenderly down at the pale face pillowed e-gajnat his hreast. But it is hard that I may not hear from You, or even write to you." be added. Was .ver love tried like ours? Marie, my little love," he continued, pas- sionately, as he strained her to his breast, if I were to lose you I think I should go mad. I can hardly realise that this is the last time we shall ever see eaoh other for- Marie, I dare not think for how long. Perhaps years. You here in Auld Reekie, and I in a foreign land thinking all the time of my little Marie, and longing tor a. glimpse of her dear faoe." The fair arms of Marie Douglas stole upwards and clasped themselves round her lover's neck. "Yes it is bard, dear," she whispered, softly, but when you have got your step you will come home, and then perhaps lather will give in." But, Marie, what if I never get my step? Wha.t if i never come home?" Alistair cried, hoarsely. But you will," she cried, smiling up into his grave, set face, her eyes full of tears; you must. It would break my heart if ygu never came back." The young soldier's clasp tightened; he bent his head and pressed kiss after kiss upon the little tremulous mouth, the soft, wavy hair, the delicately rounded cheeks. God helping me, dearest, I will come ba,ek, he cried. Heart to heart the lovers stood, eaoh think-, ing of and dreading the parting whioh must 1 shortly come, alistair was the first to break the long silence. Sweetheart," he whispered, may I not ask your father to relent? If he would only a How us to write to each other, once in every six months even, it would be some- thing to look forward to." He would never consent," Marie replied, eadly. Oh, Alistair, let us wak, and all will come right; I feel it will." Your father will marry you to some other fellow when I am out of the way-isir i Kichard Geary, for instance." Never, Alistair, never." The girl's soft voice rang dear as a bell through the long room. I like Sir Richard, but I could never love him. You have won my heart, dear, and "—her eyes shining with the great depth of her love-" you are just all the world to me. I will wait for you, and love you to the end. Nothing shall part 11, dear love, but death. And," she added, we will not say good-bye here. I will see you to-morrow, in the dear old castle. Twas where we met, 'tis- there we will part. Go now, dear one, while I have strength, an-d-and before my father comes." But. darling, be knows I was coming to-day to say good-bye." Yes. yee," she cried. I know, I know. But oh! -Alistair, be wall 2,4 me all sorts of questions, al £ d T d&aifiot -iwiffd them just now, dear. When you are gone, dearest, then I will try to be brave for your dear sake." Was it by chanoe, or bad some kindly hand placed ajno-Rg the flowers in John Douglas's drawing-room ivy—beautiful, bright-gpeen ivy? At any rate, it was there, and in the breast of Alistair Gordon it a.woke memories of a ha.ppy past, echoes of Bonnie Strath Gordon, around whose w-alls and towers it clustered. See, ciarling," he said, taking a spray of fche green leaves from the table, this is the badge of the Gordons. Its motto is steadfast. and you and I are going to prove it. We two are going to keep each a spray,, and should either of 118 prove false we will return t,be ivy, and that shall be the sign. The sign, sweetheart, tbat will never oome," and he laughed boyishly, as he slipped the ejnblem Of faith within his tunic. And Marie. her soft eyes shining, unfas- tened the brooch nestling against the gleam- ing white of her throat, and. slipping the ivy between, said. bravely: And -when you receive back this ivy and broooh. Alistair, then. and only then, will you know I have ceased to love you." It was a. simple ornament, and had been one of Aliatair's gifts to the girl of his heart. It spelled the one word Bydand." It was the motto of the Gordons. and, translated, nleant Waxchful," and now, as he watohed her replace the brooch, he thought of the day when, among the sweet-scented heather, he had given it to her, and her woros:- Bydand-Aldsta.ir. our love shall prove it. And in all we undertake our watchword shall be in all troth Bydand.' He was bending to kiss her upturned face and whisper good-bye until the morrow, when a slight sound behind warned them they were not alone. Simultaneously they both turned &nd beheld the wrathful face of John Douglas. Not a word of the lovers' parting had escaped him. A pretty enough some. I warrant you," he cried, furiously, striding across the roam -11 fixing a. paJr of aeroe eyes upon Alistair. If allowed you to come here for the minutes I did not give you leave to act the jxart of lover towards my daughter." Alistair started. Since Marie and I low each other, Mr. D_ ouglas. he returned, quietly, I have every right to act a Icwer's part towards her." Indeed. You forget Miss Douglas is yet under age, sir." "I forget notbing," Absftair replied. "Bat in a. few months Marie will be of a" and have Tifrht to choose who and where she will. Her love is mine, and only mine. Nothing you may say or do cam alter that fact. Mr. Douglas." Before then, Mr. Gordon," was the sting- ing reply, Marie will be a bride." Aliatair's pale f, went a "ha.deI)aler. and his eyes blazed. "Is your daughter's happiness nothing to you. Mr. Douglas?" he asked, sternly M-.&r.0 will niarry Sir Riohard Geary, my partner, in less than three months," re- turned the squire. "Maury you? No, a thou- sand tames no. I would rather see her dead than the wite of a poverty-stricken lieu. tenant. t The officer's face flamed at the taunt, bat, standing his ground manfully, he retorted, t:  ?.. ?t th? do" not ?terMa-nes love for me. And a Gordon of Strath Gordw on is the OQU&L in bh?of a Douglas of Kelvinbrae. Equal or not you shall neTermarry her, not though you begged for her your knees." In a torrent the proud blood of the Gor- d*- ruabed t?rouyh Ali?ir-s veins until £ ce ami "? were dyed in ? crimson flood. He squared ?? gh*umrl and Mted £ *f'Vraad hCai' and the guas of ?ha Dou?lM for a aeooiMi soa?ht and traced the P&tt?n of atb, e rich Turkey ca.rpe? rHt? tkan meet the Sery glance of thisim??o? yotmg -ldier, who, in ?11 the glory of  ^e™ dT<*?- footed like some young ?hilftain   v<>iœ, "? and ring, echoed thTOUgh the roam. "I am not likely to do that, sir; but, by ? .? and dirk, ?nd?I that a Gordon hoS ''?r. ? I vow that Marie ah&U be my wife ? non. over's. A G-d-,s word ?s hi! bond; I have vowed to win Marie, and I will d, 1, Ile- ?e herself hre? th?t vow" The girls te&eul eyes "? ???d to her f?a?tder.e ? fa<?. hard and Uing. Oh. father, ,a?:h€fr' how you be so cruel lsvhe said, brokenly. I love Alistair, Md 1 will never marry anyone but him Ali?MT dear AHatair. I wiU see you tol morrow before yoa go. and in life and death remember I am yours." And with one long look lwto eaoh other's eyes she turned and went slowly from the room. No-. dr-" Squire Doaglas said, turning to Alista-ir. have you anything farther to say? If not, xo-and never set foot in my house again, ( touching the bell as Ilegpoke. Then. to the footman who answered the aummons t-how this soldier out, John, The words atung Alistair to the quick, and his passion-strained face quivered under the f.m-ih taunt. But he had himself well m hand, and, with proud, <Kstdngui_,hd -w ins, as a Gordon of Boom* Strath Gordoa. he passed oat into the bright sunlight, little guessing under what circumstances he would dross the threshold of Douglas House again. (TO BE CONTINUED TO-MOREOW.)

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