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-t'I:Wt,i [ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.] SAVED BY DEATH; OR, THE SECRET TREASURE OF GATASE. By S. AUGUSTA SQUIRES. Author of "An Eviction and its Consequences A Brave Little Woman," Marriage" &c. die. CHAPTER XVI. SUSPENSE. JEANIE rang the bell. Mrs. Grenlow's maid pre- sented herself in answer to the summons. Leaving the patient in the charge of Hortense, Jeanie descended to the hall, and accosted Johnson, who was dozing in one of the old oak chairs. His massive face, with the clear-cut features, white -iou hair, and military moustache, leaning against the dark-panelled back, looked like a profile carved in ivory and mounted on unpolished jet. The old man was instantly wide awake and on the alert, as Jeanie's light footstep sounded on the tiled floor. I wonder whether the doctor could leave for a minute ? Miss Trevor has been seized with sudden illness, and I do not know what to do." "Perhaps he could. I have been in several times with different things. They are doing nothing now, but sitting watching him." "Then will you inform Dr. Dawson that I should be pleased to speak to him. May I request you not to mention anything about Miss Trevor's sudden indisposition ?" The man moved away. Jeanie dropped into his vacated chair. The dining-room door opened and slosed; the doctor stood by her side. Well, Miss Jeanie ? How is he ?" she asked, eagerly. There is no change. Miss Trevor is ill; will you please come and see her at once ? "Certainly." Ida was recovering from her swoon as the doctor entered the chamber. He recommended rest and quiet, and gave the patient a soothing draught to induce sleep.; then, intimating his intention of returning after a time, he went back to the dining- room. Hortense had found a spare moment in which to step upstairs and bring down the material for a new apron which she wished to make, and seating herself near a small table sustaining a shaded bmp, began to ply her needle and thiead. All was silent, save the tick of the clock on the man- tel-shelf and the intermittent lash of the rain against the window, blown there by sudden angry uusts of wind. Hortense gave one swift glance at the bed, then leaned towards Jeanie, who had resumed her seat near the fire. A lot ov fishermen 'av' bin in de kithen." Was my father there ? inquired Jeanie, wak- ing from her abstraction. "Yes; he waas, de wan wo fund, Monsieur Rarold. He helped to bring him hom'. It sims tLhV 'av' lost wan ov their comrads. His name is Bruin. Do you knaw him ?" Yes," she replied, in a tone of indifference, agftin subsiding amongst the cushions. Well, de fisher-falk ware looking for him, and that is how they cum to finnd Monsieur Harold." At this moment a faint tap sounded at the door. Jeanie answered the summons ere Hortense had time to take off her thimble. Johnson stood in the corridor. If you please, Miss, Mrs. Gren!ow wishes to "W if you would be so kind as to go to the dining-room. You are to enter very quietly, with- out knocking, and sit down. She wants to get the master away for a short time." Certainly." Before the manservant had an opportunity of Uttering another word, she glided past him and descended the stairs. She stood for a moment with her hand resting on the dining-room door, and her forehead pressed against the hard wood, then she turned the handle noiselessly, and entered. The apartment was dimly lighted with two shaded lamps. Dr. Dawson sat with closed eyes in an easy-chair, his brows contracted, as though he Were perplexed and anxious. Sir Philip stood erect, with head thrown back a pallor had crept beneath his dark, sun-browned skin, and the eyes burned, as with a consuming fire; one hand rested on the polished surface of the large mahogany table. Mrs. Glenlow rose from her seat at the head of the bed, and greeting Jeanie with a faint smile, silently motioned her towards the place she had just vacated. Jeanie took possession of the unoccupied chair, and looked at the pale inanimate face which lay upon the pillow. There was no change the eyes were still closed, the lips were slightly apart. Gavase was living through again that trying scene With Harold, which had taken place in the study °n the previous day. He had been too hard with the boy thus he reflected. In his eagerness to exonerate his own conduct, he had painted the truth in lurid colours; he had not sought to hide the failings of the woman, who, after all, had been his wife and Harold's mother. And that insinua- tion about his supposed relationship to Jeanie, although it had aroused his fiercest indignation, had cut him to the heart. Then he thought, bitterly, that he was a stranger to his son, that he did not understand him, that the young man's code of honour was different from his. He con- tinued to ask himself the terrible question to which there was no answer, "Had the boy attempted to take his own life 1" He thought of the mother's untimely end. He was aware that some scientists held the theory that suicidal tendencies were inherited. A light touch on his arm recalled him to the present. He met Dolly's bright, cheerful glance. "Come, Sir Philip, it is near midnight. Have you forgotten that I have not dined?" "Pray forgive me My servants—surely they have not neglected you ? I believe there is something in the next room; but I never could take my meals alone." 1 He looked at his son. She interpreted his glance. "The doctor and Jeanie are here. I feel the tteed of a change and refreshment, but— and she shrugged her shoulders. "I certainly have not the nerve to sit in that room in lonely state at this hour of the night." Do you think I could leave ? he asked. Leave Certainly," said Dr. Dawson, sud- Gtava' °Pen*n§ his eyes. You'd better go, Sir Philip hesitated for a second, then approached the door, and holding it open to admit of Dolly passing out, he followed her from the room. They entered the grey parlour, where Johnson, who had Previously received instructions, quickly appeared With tea and coffee. ''This is cosy!" exclaimed Dolly, "Now, Sir lip you must sit here," she continued, drawing an easy-chair to the hearth. He obeyed her. Johnson withdrew, and closed the door. She handed Gavase a cup of coffee" No, thank you," he said. If you do not want any, neither do I." "Oh, give it to me, then." He took the cup from her hand, and drank half the contents at a draught. She seated herself on a low ottoman at his feet, placing her coffee, a plate of sandwiches, and Various dainties beside her on the rug. „ I^arn desperately hungry are not you ? She put her plate down, and stared into the fire. You said you were hungry," he remarked. |' So I am." 'You have taken nothing yet. Perhaps you °uld prefer something else ? What can I order ?" and he extended his hand towards the bell. {| I like a companion to share my meals.' f'0h! Give me a sandwich." 1 How good of you she exclaimed, handing 1 he plate to him. Now I am going to have two. Ii)> this just like picnicins ? It is better 1 11 t( ^Vhy ? Jl^cause .[ have you quite to myself." sipped her coffee in silence. he- nse-dtrain of the last few hours, relaxed lIOIIlewhat, under the genial influence of a tender woman's solicitude something soothing stole over ^avase's tired sense, like the waft of perfume, or he calming influence of a mild narcotic, pro- j**cmg, not dreamless sleep, but a pleasing, wakeful ^guor, -> "Will you have a cigar?" queried Dolly, after they had finished the refreshment. "You object?" Indeed I do not. John smoked; so I am used to it." John echoed Gavase, as he sat erect and re- garded her keenly. My late husband," she remarked, hurriedly. "Oh I" He subsided into the chair. Dolly selected a cigar from a case lying on the table. "Johnson is an ideal servant; he knows your tastes," she continued, proffering Gavase a choice Havannah. She struck a wax taper. Are you ready ? He put the cigar between his lips. She applied the light to the end of the fragrant weed. Her eyes were dancing merrily; but there was a slight tremulous vibration in her voice, which told of emotion underlying the sportive mood, assumed to act a part for the occasion, He put his head back, and watched the flimsv wreathes of smoke curling upwards. "You would beguile a condemned man frD;, brooding on his approaching execution he ?' | And why not ? The shorter time one has live, the greater need to get all the pleasure p. ■ ble out of the few hours remaining. The ultiwia aim of one's life is happiness, not misery." This unfortunate occurrence has delayed y' journey to town," he said, abruptly. "It m i j be impossible for me to escort you and Jjujhj Trevor, now." "Certainly you aould not leave under the cii- cu instances." A silence ensued. She had again taken posses- sion of the ottoman on the hearth, and he was regarding her musingly from beneath his drooping eyelids. This pretty winsome creature, brought a. new atmosphere into the room-a softness, warmth and geniality. A feeling of rest, which yet was strength, took possession of him. The dreary old Castle was no longer a mere place of abode, her i presence made it home. "It would be cruel to leave you alone at so trying a time," she remarked, at length. "Oh, I am used to fighting my own battles. My domestics are at your command they will render you any service you may require to further vour departure. For myself, well, I shall probably be fully occupied with Harold." I do not know that we need leave at present." I thought you had important business to trans- act in town ? "Bother business! let it wait!" she cried, petulently. But perhaps you wish me to go ?" Wish you to go he echoed, I would give the world for you to stay There was a look in his eyes which she could not misunderstand. "Then I will stay." She gave him a quick, bright, upward glance, and a happy smile hovered round her lips. He bent down and kissed the hand which rested on the arm of the chair. "If I could only keep you always," he murmured. His voice thrilled her, and reached to those deeper emotions which no man, save himself, had power to touch. After having listened to his confession the previous day, all the anger and indignation with which his sup-' posed unworthiness had inspired her, was swept away, and he now held a high place in her esteem. Previously, she had been anxious to leave Rowen, but now she had no desire to hurry her departure. And he was thinking, as he looked at the little trim figure in the nurse's garb, seated at his feet, that she was the only woman he had ever truly loved—he did not dignify the infatuation which had induced him to marry Ju Jacques by the name of love. He was free, and- The great clock in the hall struck one. The solitary note pealed through the stillness, vibrating heavily on the air, and spreading out in faint and still fainter waves of sound. Gavase lifted his head with a sudden look of foreboding. Listen The door is opened. Can he be worse ?" They each held their breath, with a dread of J some impending calamity. Dr. Dawson entered the room, looking grave and disturbed. I do not wish to alarm you, Sir Philip, but there is a slight change for the worse. I dare no longer undertake the sole responsibility of this case. Dr. Kerr Johnson, of Brunton, will be here presently, but I think you had better send for a London physician to come at cnce." JI I CHAPTER XVIL I I HEART-BREAK. THAT evening Dr. Marston arrived from London. He at once examined the patient, and pronounced that a fractured portion of the skull caused pressure on the brain. He peformed an operation which proved successful. The invalid regained conscious- ness, but remained in a critical condition for some days. Jeanie was rigidly excluded from the sick room. Dolly and the housekeeper, alternately, relieved the trained nurse who had been summoned from Brunton. Ida was confined to her bed Jeanie tended her with assiduous care, bearing, with patience, her moods of irritability, petulance, passionate grief, and wild despair, giving no visible sign of the torture which wrung her own heart. As soon as Ida was convalescent, Gavase intimated to Jeanie that her presence was no longer required at the Castle. On the last day of her stay, he re- quested her to see him in the library. She presented herself at the appointed time, attired in her walking costume ready to depart. Sir Philip was pacinc the floor with his hands clasped behind hi.a back,°when she was ushered in by Johnson. He turned upon her entrance but did not oifer her a seat; he allowed her to remain standing near the door while he addressed her. I wish to speak to you now, as I may not have another opportunity, he began, in cold, even tones. The ladies will go to the south after a time. As soon as Mr. Gavase is sufficiently recovered to bear the fatigue of a long journey we shall join them. He does not wish to be separated from Miss Trevor any longer than is absolutely necessary. Doubtless you have observed that they are attached to each other ?" He paused. Jeanie perceived that she was expected to say something. Pride came to her aid. She is not indifferent to him, I believe.' Nor heto her," returned Sir Philip, impressively. There is no definite engagement at present, but all would have been settled before now, had it not been for Mr. Gavase's unfortunate accident. We shall join the ladies later, as I have said, and probably my son's marriage will take place before his return to Rowen." Jeanie did not speak. She had nerved herself for this interview, surmising that its character would be such as to test her powers of endurance to the utmost. She had determined to maintain a cold, calm demeanour, in the presence of this proud aristocrat. Though he stabbed her with his contempt and scorn, she would give no sign. "At least that is my wish," pursued Gavase, and I am convinced that the young people will readily accede to it. I perceived that Harold was smitten from the first. I am not surprised; Miss Trevor is very pretty." "And very wealthy." The words escaped Jeanie in spite of herself. f And very wealthy," repeated Gavase, calmly. It would simply cause the extinction of the family, that is, it would sink into mere insignifi- cance, if Harold were to take apoor lady for his wife." Gavase was not devoid of insight into charac- ter. He surmised that Jeanie would sacrifice her own interest to further that of one she loved therefore, he took every opportunity of impressing her with the fact that a misalliance would be utkn: and irretrievable ruin to Harold. Miss Trevor tells me, that her father rose from a common labourer, to be one of the richest men in the States," remarked Jeanie. The baronet was keenly sensitive on this subject; he would sooner his son married a poor nobleman's daughter than a rich plebeian's, but in the present state of his finances, he had no choice. He simply ignored her remark. "I sent for you that I might thank you for what you did for my son on that terrible night. Believe me, I am not upgrateful; I wish to show my appreciation of your services in asubstantial manner. Will you accept this ? In your station of life money is always useful." Some gold coins were lying upon the table; he pushed them towards her. .n' -Co receive remuneration for tending Harold Hitherto Jeanie had remained impassive, now she turned upon the baronet with flashing eyes and heightened colour. Do you wish to insult me, Sir Philip ? Certainly not," he returned, coldly. My onh desire is to pay you for your services if this is noL sufficient, ask what sum you please, and I will give it you." I do not require anything, not even thanks,' she said, raising her head with calm dignity, and regarding him with a glance of fiery scorn and torturing pain. "You must accept this, or you will lay me under an obligation, and that I cannot permit," he said, icily. Sir Philip Gavase, the owner of Rowen Castle can never be under an obligation to a fisherman daughter. I should not have set foot again i this place, had not Miss Trevor sent an urger message for me to come at a time when you wer all in great distress. I am fully conscious of th wide social space which stretches between us, S Philip, and be sure, that I shall never seek to ero- it. You told me the other day, that I was not; lady, to-day,, I have discovered, that a man may b a member of the aristocracy, and yet lack th delicate instincts of a true gentleman t" Before he had time to reply, she turned proud] from him, and quitted the room. What a spirit," he murmured with admiratio, "Insulted her? Well, I intended to—and yet, si saved the boy's life. But I did it for his sak- That little scene in the sick room this mornii. spurred me on." This is what had occurred. Mrs. Grenlow presented Harold with a bunch exotic flowers, which had just arrived at the Cast; together with a basket of choice fruit from Loud they were Ida's gift; then she laid some spra; of autumn foliage on the bed, and said Jeanie b, sent them. The colour flushed into the invalid pale cheeks; he discarded the costly blossoms, m taking possesion of the crimson leaves, press ihein to his lips, then closed his eyes, and a lot of perfect restfulness settled on his face. How fond the boy is of her," mused the baron r recalling this scene. It gave him pleasure to ton that which her hand had gathered. Why cou not this girl have had the money instead of t other ? Then all would be well. Life is full contradictions; our inclinations and our interc s always seem to run counter to each other." Tii- his thoughts became occupied with his own affa i. Creditors were pressing on all sides, and he had in the wherewithal to satisfy their demands. A wid spread report of Harold's approaching marria: with an heiress, would be the only means u averting an imminent catastrophe. In the meantime, Jeanie had hastened from tl Castle. She walked over the moor, half-blinded 1 outer things, by the inner conflict that swayed an dominated her whole being. At length she reacht-i. a small space partially enclosed by a broken stor); wall. Here the grass was long and rank; ferns grew in the hollows. The place had once been a flourishing orchard, but now the ancient fruit trees were knotted and gnarled their distorted branches were covered with mildew-coloured moss, which spread between the twigs like crumpled lace, or hung down, like tangled hair. At the base of the seared and wrinkled trunks grew soft, velvety fungi, in form like a butterfly's wing, and painted in brilliant colours with delicate veinings of a darker tint traced in lines and curves, as with a brush dipped in rainbow hues, and applied by Nature's hand. Jeanie threw herself face downwards upon the ferns, and gave way to a paroxysm of uncontrollable passion, a prolonged and continuous outburst, all the more stormy, because of the continued self- restraint she had previously imposed upon herself. She cried out in her agony, Why was it thus ? Did God reign above ? Did He care for the creatures He had made had He no pity for their anguish ? He could have adjusted things otherwise, had He willed; could have made the path smooth and straight between her and her love, so that she ooula flee to him and he to her, and they would be separated nevermore. Were these worldly things so great that they must rise between them, like mountains which could not be scaled, like whirl- pools that could never be crossed, he on one side, she on the other, crying out in great-pained longing, for the touch of hands, for the pressure of lips, for the commingling of life with life! Had they not loved each other since they were children Were they not bound together by the greatest and most sacred of all ties—that of perfect union of soul with soul, of spirit with spirit? He was hers, and she was his, for time and for eternity. A cruel fate might tear them apart, might even put the length of the world between them, but it could never sever the mystical bond which God, or Nature, or some great unseen Power, had created between them. Yes, he was hers yet never again would their hands join, never again would they look into each other's eyes with a passion of love; but, nevertheless, he be-j longed to her. Perhaps, in the great hereafter, they would meet, cleansed from all passion and pain, and be as one walking perfect in the light of a higher intelligence, with the serenity of a pure and sanctified lo ve. Her great heart-breaking sobs grew less frequent; the torrent of tears ceased her eyes filled slowly and overflowed with the gentlei and soothing drops which ease the inward ache. She was lifted above her pain into that calm region of peace and rest, to which only those who have been engaged in a great and terrible conflict with self, and have overcome, can attain. Henceforth she would put away all personal interest, and seek only his good-what was that?-wordly advance- f ment? well, it might be so. There was a Power shaping the ends of each which it was impossible ] to oppose. Love was not for her, the love she craved, but there was work, and ministration to others; the I cultivation of the intellect, and the sympathies above all, there was the one never-failing source of j pleasure and satisfaction—the exercise of her literaryabilities, the certainty of success and renown. literaryabilities, the certainty of success and renown. After a time she entered her own home. A brown j paper parcel, lying on the table bearing stamps and j post-marks, was the first object to attract her atten- j tion. She tore it open. It contained a manuscript declined with thanks." This was the severest blow of all; it crushed out the hope of years. Success, I which had seemed within her grasp, was now removerl 1 to viewless distance. There was nothing to strive i for, nothing to live for, the future was formless, I dark as an unsealed tomb. I (To be continued.)

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