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I A Heart of Gold. I I By VIOLET CORDON CHARLESWORtH. The name of the suthor of A Heart of IGo. kl will be familiar to our readers as ] the heroine of one of the meet senaation-al: and romantic episodes of recent years, whieh for some time kept Press and Public awg with eanjeotuxe. Oar readers will find in A Heart of Gold a sympathetic and graceful little loie story with a somewhat unusual olimax. I I (CXXNTIinJED FROM: YESTERDAY.) II. There wm a dull, grey sky overhead when the immortal Black Watch marched out of Edinburgh Castle next morning. With tartans fluttering in the light breeze, headed by the pipe-major, the pipers came four abreast, playing the stirring strains of Scotland Yet." Outside the castle gates were little knots of people who bad braved the early morning hour to speed the brave Highlanders, who, during their sojourn at the castle, had strengthened the ties of good feeling which were universally expressed towards the gal-! lant oorps. A Scottish cheer, full and deep, rose and feil, echoing far over the Calton Hill, and breaking on the silver waters of the Firth of Forth. The pipe tune changed to Hielan' Laddie," and here and there above the pipers' ekirl came from Scottish throats, Will ye no oc-me back again?" as relatives and, friends clasped hands with their dear ones as the Black Watchmen, their bonneted heads held high, their white-gaitered feet keeping! time to the pipers' skirl, marched out through the barrack gates. Kilts swung side by side in rhyme, and the proud array of brooches gleamed fitfully on the shoulder plaids of the Scotch laddies, as they* marched down the Princes Street en route for the station. Among those who had seen the departing troops within the castle was Marie Douglas. "My bonnie darling." cried Alistair, fondly, "I did not expect to see you, really, on account of the earliness of the hour." I had to come, Alistair. I promised, you krow, and I persuaded Aunt Annie to accom- pany me." Alistair Gordon took the elder lady's hand in a warm clasp, as he cried — Mrs. Maitland. how can I thank you?'* Don't try, laddie," she returned, gaily. "It isn't likely I'd let you go myself without bicding you good-bye." It's awfully good of you, though," he said, a stramge wilfulness creeping into his voice; then added, in a lower tone, Mrs. Maitland, cannot you give me a gleam of hope?" "Trust in Providence, and bide a wee, laddie. All will come right presently." I wish I could think so," he said, moodily. You re not going to tell me you're a Gordon and a Black Watchman, and canna trust and wait?" laughed Mrs. Maitland. No, no; I've known you since you were a wee laddie, and I ken you're made of different stuff than that. You'll be' coming back with a bit more gold lace on your coat in no time. Though it's bonnie enough you look now, I'm thinking, in all your war paint." There's many an aohing heart tinder the auld tartan to-day, for all the glamour a.nd the glory. Mine, for one," he responded, with a dreary laugh. You're wanted on the square, sir." It was Alistair's orderly who spoke, standing etiflty at salute. Very well, Maopbail, I'll come." The man retreated, and Alistair knew that the greatest of all moments bad arrived for him, the moment which meant parting from the one who was all in all to him, and whom he might never see again. Marie, her 90ft cheek pressed against the rich folds of his plaid, strove bravely to stifle her sobbing, and to whisper instead words of' encouragement which she knew were sorely needed by the one who, at the call of the pibrooh, must sally forth, and away ayont the borders of his native land. Be brave, little girl," he whispered.. gently raising the tear-stained face and Hating toll of the sweet lips. Good-bye, my darling, my little Marie, my loved one. God watch between me and thee when we are absent one from the other." One swift embrace from hearts too full for speech, one last passionate kiss, to Alistair the seal of their love troth, to Marie an eternal farewell, and Alistair Gordon hurried out on the square as the last company of aoddier3 fell into line. One of the finest sights in the world is to see a kilted regimen* on the march, and so thought Mrs. Madtliwad as, with Marie by her side, she looked down from the castle battle- ments at the bonnie lads assembled below. Quick maroh!" The colon-el's voice rose clear amd com- manding above tbe tumult, and in response the battalion moved forward as one man. Tbe tramp-, of feet sounded farther and fa.rtber a.Walv. The skirl of the pipes came fainter and fainter on the morning air. They had gone, the gallant Highlanders, and with them Alistair Gordon. for whom already in Marie's heart a cry was awakening. Lieutenant Gordon." Sir Richard Geary." Such was the greeting between the two men as AlistaiT stepped briskly on to the platform with his company. Oan I have a few momenta alone with you, Mr. Gordon?" I'm afraid not; what you have to »a.y must be said here. It is, as you must admi hardly a time for private coi*versation, was fft oold reply. The ba.ronet was piqued, but when he spoke again his voice was as oheory as ever. "I have come purposely to see you, Mr. Gordon. As man to man, will you answer me one or two questions?" The young officer's lips curled ever 901 slightly under his well-trimmed moustache. His voice, carrying a note of intensity with it. sounded strange in the ears of Sir Richard, who, in his heart of hearts, had a very kindly feeling towards the popular lieutenant. "That. Sir Richard, depends on the sub- ject- Sir Richard hesitated, but the entraining i was rapidly being pushed forward, and soon lieutenant Gordon, with no knowledge of what was in Sir Richard's heart, would be whirling away southwards. You love Miss Douglas, and the dearest wieh of your heart is to make her your wife?" Sir Riohard asked, with British bluntness. Alistair flushed, and his bonneted head. if possible, went a shade higher as he answered, with a careless smile "Since you have so accurately guessed the state of my feelings towards Miss Douglas, there ia no need for us to discuss the matter further. It might only lead to unpleasant complications." Sir Richa-rd winced. To be taken down by this cool. youthful Scotsman was a little galling. To be treated with such utter dis- regard was new to him, but to pursue the subject further would most likely not improve matters. And. in point of fact, Alistair's words had declared it at an end as far as he was concerned. Under the circumstances, then. I will say good-bye and God speed," he said, stretching out his hand as he spoke. The two rivals clasped bands, the single word good-bye falling bard and metallic from Alistair's set Its. The baronet raised his goktmounted cane by way of eahrte as be moved away, the soldier returning it with military precision. Then, his face white and set, he slipped swiftly into the compartment. Marie aa.t in her charming blue and white boudoir at Douglas House, looking listlessly at the flashing gems lying on her lap. Diamonds and sapphires, rubies and pearls all lay in one brilliant mass, as she had emptied them carelessly from their cases. Suddenly she gathered them up in tile skirt of her dress, and crossing over to the window, drew up the blind with a jerk. Then, sitting down before the casement, her beautiful eyes strayed rest- ieesly to the grim outlines of the fine old castle, lifted like some weird monster against the heavens, which look almost blue in the intensenees of the moonlight. Once again she was within its grey walls, once ag-ain she was pressed against a manly breast, and an eager voice whispered undying love. It was but a dream now, a beautiful dream which had lost its reality in a cruel silence which had follo-wed it. Twelve months," Marie said to herself, softly, twelve months to-day since Alistair went away. Only a year, yet to me it has been an eternity. Oh, Alistair, my love, your cruelty has broken my heart. I thought you loved me, but it was only a foolish dream, and in three days I shall be a bride. I shall vow before God's altar to love, honour, and obey—ail the time knowing I have no love to give. For it is yours, my beloved, and will be until I die." With the air of one who has tasted the cup of happiness and then seen it dashed ruth-, iessly from the lips. Marie gathered up the sparkling gems, which had fallen unheeded to the floor, making no sound as they fell on the thick velvet pile carpet, and, walking to the inlaid secretaire, she laid them upon it, then, taking a key, unlocked one of the drawers and drew out a slip of paper and a small box. With trembling fingers she raised the lid and gazed at the contents—only a, spray of ivy clasped within a brooch bearing the solitary word Bydaad, and by its side a companion spray, which told of Gordon's broken vow. Twelve months before it had been a thing of treasure lying pressed over a soldier's heart. Six months later it was brought to Marie from a far-off foreign station, and with it a few scrawled, unsigned lines, tell- ing how the writer had regretted the vow so thoughtlessly made before leaving the far- off northern city, and with a heart-broken cry Marie had laid them—the emblems of her love troth and Alistair Gordon's—side by side and locked them a.vay. 'They were but the relics of days unmarred by mistrust in human faith. Marie touched the bell, which was answered by her maid. I shall not come down to-night, Annie," she said. "Tell my father I have a bad headache, and I think I shall go to bed." The maid started at the deadly pallor of her young mistress's face. Are you ill, Miss Marie?" she inquired. anxiously. Xo, Annie, I am not ill, only very, very miserable," the tears welling up into her eyes as she spoke. "You can go now," she added. I wish to be alone, and you need not come in again to-night; I can manage quite well myself." The maid withdrew quietly. On the corri- dor "he met Sir Richard Geary. Where j,3 Miss Douglas?" he aslied, kindly. Is she not coming down?" Miss Marie is in her room, sir. She wished me to tell the master she had a headache, and would not come down to- nighL" Sir Richard thanked her, and passed on, pausing as he reached Marie's door, Marie, my chikl, you shall be happy yet, he breathed softly. "You shall marry the one you love. God helping me, darling, you shall." A vision of a stalwart figure, a pair of dark eyes in which the love-light glittered, a broad shoulder with a Gordon plaid thrown oareleasly across, and a young girl, dark- haired, with long lashes veiling a pair of soulful eye, looking up into the earnest face of her lover, rose before his mental goaze. The vision was the plighting of the love troth between Alistair Gordon and Marie Douglas at Kelvin brae, where Sir Richard and the gay young Highlander had been her father's guests many months before. Sir Richard had been an unseen spectator of the little affair, and now it rose up in strong force before him. His heart told him, with a pang of anguish, that such love as he read between them then would live and live for ever. He dragged himself wearily down the great staircase into the hall, the footman with his ghastly face. But Sir Richard's resolve wa*j made, and without a word he passed out into the night. John Douglas, coming suddenly from the dining-room, caught a glimpse of a dazed, agonised fa-r-a, and a strange foreboding of coming evil flashed before him as he re-traced his steps to make the most feasible sugges- tion for the unwonted absence of Sir Richard Geary, the prospective bridegroom. (TO BE CONCLUDED TO-MOKBOW.t

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