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[PUBLISHED BY SPECIAL ARBANGEJP^ J A DEAD CERTAINTY, By NAT GOtLD, Author of "The Gentlem? P?." "Th? P?e  That Kills," -Racecc-?e and Battle^field,f -The Dark "The Double Evat," &c., &0. [COPYRIGHT.] I CHAPTER I.-PAT. I "PaJ Pat!" aiawer. Sien Woodruff stood with her arms on the 1;(' of the wall overlooking the Swallow Falls as ey dash over the rocks and stones down into ..he pool below in the most beautiful district of North Wales, tlettws-y-LJoea. "Pat 1" she called again, and the echo of her voice mingled with the rushing waters. "I wonder where she is," said Helen Woodruff to herself. "There never was such a wild madcap as Pat in the wide world. What a lovely scene. I am sure she is somewhere about, for she always picks out the most delightful spots to camp in as she calls it. Ah me, it is a grave responsibility I have undertaken, to look after Pat, but I would not be without it, for I love the girL Who could help loving her? Faults she has without end, but they only draw one closer to her." • ■ pai, where are yo u*.?" she cried again; still there was no answer, and Helen Woodruff went through the stile and stood gazing down into the dell below. It was a hot summer's day, and the foaming Swallow Falls looked cool and refreshing. Miss oodruff made her way slowly down the steep declivity. She recollected the time when she had bounded down these rocky slopes as actively as Pat did now, and long before Pat was born- She was a bosom triend of Pat s mother then, ana remained so until she married a rich squatter and went out to Australia with him. For several years Helen Woodruff had letters regularly from Mrs. Roy- aton, but gradually they became less frequent, and reading between the lines she came to the conclusion her friend's married life was not alto- gether happy. She read correctly, and when the news came that Mrs. Royston was dead it was not from her husband she heard it, but from Pat, who was then a girl of sixteen. It was evident from this letter there was little love lost between father and daughter. Pat Royston wrote, at her father's command, requesting Helen Woodruff to undertake the task of educating and looking after the girl. The salary offered was very liberal, and Helen Woodruff was one of those maiden ladies who always made both ends meet on the most slender incomes. At first she hesitated to under- take the responsibility, but when she remembered the friend of her youth she decided to do all she could for her daughter. She wrote a favourable reply, and in due course Pat Royston arrived in London in charge of Henry Royston s sister, a sour-visaged iaay, who gave Helen Woodruff to understand that Pat was a terrible girl. "h("s that wild there's no taming her," said Miss Royston, "and you'll have a precious hand- ful with her, and I don't envy you the task. You'il be well paid for it, so I suppose you will not mind." Helen Woodruff resented this remark, and was about to make a sharp retort when she noticed Pat's face as the girl stood behind her aunt. Pat was expressing in dumb show how utterly beyond toleration was her aunt, and all her ways. The girl's face plainly shewed her repugnance, and as as she held up her hands in a gesture of despair Helen Woodruff could not help smiling. The smile irritated Miss Royston, who said, "Y ou will find it no smiling matter, I assure you, when you take my niece in hand. Little bag-gage; she is just like her mother." Helen Woodruff saw Pat's hand clench as she heard her aunt speak, and she said quietly, keeping her eyes on the girl; Her mother was my best friend. If her daughter resembles her I am sure we shall get on, and be very happy together." Pat gave her a grateful look, and became her firm friend from that hour. It was two years since the girl landed in England, and she was now eighteen. During that time Helen Woodruff had done her best to mould the girl's character and repair her somewhat neglected education. It had been a difficult task, and would have tried her patience sorely had she not been so devoted to her, and loved her as a mother. Helen Woodruff when she reached tie foot of the bank sat down on a large stone and watched the water foaming and eddying at her feet. It was a beautiful scene, the tumbling river dashing over the rocks, sending up showers of spray, the over-hanging trees and the steep banks clothed with a luxurious mass of green. Below the pool, where the turbulent waters of the falls became comparatively peaceful, Helen Woodruff saw a young man fishing, intent upon tempting me silvery salmon to take the at- tractive bait he was placing so artfully in its way. The angler was intent upon his work, and evidently relished it as only a keen sportsman can. He had been fishing for some hours, but had not been successful, but he was on the alert now, and Miss W oodruff knew he had hopes of securing a fish. She also had an idea that her charge was hid- den near at hand, watching herself and the angler with laughing mischievous eyes. Pat had a habit of concealing herself and view- ing her surroundings safe from observation. "Y ou can get such a splendid idea of what people really are when they think no one is looking at them," said Pat. X)o you think it quite fair to take observations in that way?" asked Miss Woodruff. "Perfectly fair," said Pat. "I consider it a duty I owe myself to take all the observations I can "Then I must be careful," smiled Miss Wood- ruff. "Now, look here, Woody," chimed in Pat, "that's all nonsense. It is always a pleasure to observe you. I sometimes wonder if you ever did anything wrong in all your life." "I am no better than other people," replied Miss Woodruff, "and we are all liable to commit errors at times." "But you are, better than other people," said Pat, vehemently. "Take me, for instance." Miss Woodruff stroked the girl's hair fondly as she replied: "Ah! you are very different from the ordinary run of girls, Pat." Miss Woodruff sat looking at the falls, the scenery, and the solitary angler, and wondered what had become of Pat. "I hope she has not met with any mishap," she thought, "she is so venturesome, so fond of climbing and risking her life and limbs in all sorts of dangerous places." The time passed quickly, and still there was no signs of the girl. "Tired out and fallen asleep," said Miss Wood- ruff to herself. "I know one of her favourite haunts. 1 will go and look tor her. She re-climbed the bank and walked in the direction of the. Miner's Bridge. Near this spot was a shady nook at the top of the rocks, secure from observation, and which Pat had made into a kind of fairy bower. It was hard work for Miss Woodruff to reach the place, but she struggled on determined to see if the girl had betaken herself there. She panted for breath as she gained the sum- mit, but kept walking on until she reached the spot she sought. Pushing aside the branches, she stepped inside the leafy bower, and gave a sigh of relief as she saw her search was not in vain. Lying on the soft grass was a young girl asleep. Her chest- nut hair-flowed over her shoulders, and her face was pillowed on her arm. The attitude was one of negligence and ease, but nevertheless graceful. Miss Woodruff looked at her sleeping charge with moistened eyes. She often wondered what would become of the girl so sensitive and high- spirited, so wild, untamable, and undaunted, a girl very wilful but easily led, and amenable to kindness and affection, a girl that neglect, un- kindness or lack of sympathy would almost kill and stifle the better feelings within her. 'Pat Royston was not one of those common- place girls who can live a humdrum life and be happy in monotonous surroundings. She seemed to have inherited some of the wildness of the country in which she was born. She was a creature of impulse, and not given to thiaking over the result of any particular action on her part. It was not in her nature to willingly give offence or cause pain, and if she did so her sorrow was sincere. Her temper, fiery at times, was not beyond her control, and she was a girl of more than average intelligence. Not having the advantages of early education she, however, quickly overcame her' disadvantages, and Miss Woodruff found her an apt papil. The cool breeze, creeping in between the leaves, gently fanned the sleeper's cheek, and she rested in comfort and at peace. Miss Woodruff sat down and watched her, and thought how like her mother the girl was, and fondly hoped she would have a happier life. Pat Royston'a father seldom wrote to her, and he only sent a few lines to Miss Woodruff each quarter when he sent a draft to cover expenses. Practically the girl was an orphan, and had no friend, except the good soul who looked after her, and who loved her more than anything in the world. The sleeper stirred, rubbed her eyes, sat up and saw Miss Woodruff sitting before her. "You here, Woody? However did you manage the climb? You must be tired, 1 am sure you are from your looks. Were you afraid I might have come to grief, fallen into the turbulent waters or been dashed down the rocks, disfiguring and mangling myself?" "I called you many- times but could get no answer, so I guessed you were here. You ought to tell me where you intend going, Pat." "Woody, I am eighteen, and the young lady of eighteen desires some sense of freedom; therefore her duenna is kept in ignorance of her where- abouts, and it is presumption on the part of the said duenna to 'fossick' her out." "Fossick!" exclaimed Miss Woodruff. "A colonial remnant," laughed Pat, "which being translated into English and Welsh means 'pottering about until you find her.' 'Pottering' is not an improvement upon 'fossicking,* said Miss Woodruff, smiling. "Try again, Pat. At present I prefer the 'colonial remnant.' "Woody, you are sarcastic. Climbing brightens your intellect. By-the-bye, I think I shall 'knock you off' calling me Pat. It sounds awfully familiar, not to say mannish—likewise Irish. Patricia Royston is my patronymic. I am not at fill sure on second thoughts I do not prefer Pat to Patricia. Why do parents give their children such awful names? Think for one moment, Woody, what a terrible handicap Patricia is for a girl to carry about all her life. And there's another thing to be considered. I might marry in due course and my husband's name might be Patrick; and it would never do to have Pat for master and Pat for mistress. Think of the end- less confusion it would cause in the servants' quarters." "How you do rattle on," said Miss Woodruff, smiling. "Pat suits you, my dear." "Indeed," said the girl, "then Pat let it be. One name is as good as another." "But there is only one Pat in the world for me," said Miss Woodruff, tenderly. I The impetuous git;l. sprang to her feet, and putting her arms round Helen Woodruff's neck kissed her fondly. "You dear good soul, whatever should I do without you," she said. Miss Woodruff returned her embrace, and re- plied: You need never do without me until I am called away from here." "And that will not be for many a long year," laughed Pat; then chancing to look up the river she saw the angler who had just hooked his fish. "He's caught it! Has caught lt. 1" exclaimed the girl. "Caught what?" asked Miss Woodruff, who did not at once comprehend this sudden change. "A fish. It's a salmon, I can tell by the way he's playing with it. He knows how to handle a rod." After a pause, and with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes: "I should like to throw in a big stone and splash him," and she laughed merrily and clapped her hands in glee at the mere thought. "Pat, how can you said Miss Woodruff. "Nq, I can't—that's the trouble; he is too far off. Wouldn't he be surprised. There-he's fairly got him now. It's not a bad fish, either. A ten- pounder or more. Come along, Woody, let us go and see him land it. 1 may be able to help him. She bounded down the side of the bank as actively as a deer, heedless of Miss Woodruff's calls to her to come back. "Bless the girl," she exclaimed. "What a thing it is to be full of life and health and spirits. Tnere is nothing for it but tcr me to follow her as fast as I can." The angler was battling with his nan, au un- 1 conscious that a pair of bright eyes, owned by a beautiful young girl, were watching his efforts eagerly. Suddenly he was startled by a merry voice ex- claiming, "He'll get away if you don't mind. Give him more rope. The angler was off his guard as he turned round to look at the speaker. N-Y hen he saw Pat he gave a gasp of astonishment. "What & beautiful girl," he thought. "Never mind me and my whereabouts. Look after your fish," said Pat. The salmon had, however, been looking after himself, for he managed to get free and the line ran slack in the young angler's hand. "There,- you've lost me my fish," he said with a look of reproach at the girl. Pat laughed merrily, shewing her white even teeth and red lips. "But I don't regret it," he added half to himself, but Pat heard him and looked at him curiously. CHAPTER II.—THE OWNER OF GLEN I ROYAL. I- .1 "1 thought yQu were an expert and enthusiastic fisherman—I mean angler, but I was mistaken," said Pat. "What caused you to alter the favourable opinion you had formed of my skill?" asked the young man. Good anglers never allow their attention to be distracted." Even a good angler might be pardoned for turning his attention from a salmon to such a charming young lady." Pat laughed merrily and gave him a graceful bow. "Then you think I am a more valuable catch than a ten-pound salmon. Really, I did not think an angler would place such & highl estimate upon me," she said archly. You are in excellent spirits and full of fun," he said, "I like bright merry girls, they are quite a treat after the ordinary individuals one meets at garden parties and dances." I love dancing," said Pat. So do I with a pretty partner," he replied. I prefer a man who does not tread on my toes or become entangled in my dress, or behave like a teetotum built on the motor or rotar principle," she said. "An uncommon girl this," he thought. "Speeks freely, but there is nothing fast about her. What beautiful hair she has." You are very rude," said Pat. "Are you ruminating as to whether you have made a mistake, and come to the conclusion it is a pity you lost the salmon?" I shall never regret losing that fish," he said quietly. Why?" asked Pat innocently. You know why." If I did I should not have asked you the question," she replied. Because——" lie commenced, when he was interrupted by Miss Woodruff calling- "Pat! Pat! It is time we went home." Coming," said Pat. Good-bye, Mr. Angler. Think of me as a bad fairy who stole the little boy's salmon." Before he could reply she darted up the bank and disappeared among the trees. The angler stood looking at the spot where she had vanished from sight, and with a sigh said: A vision of loveliness. Wonder who she is. Answers to the name of Pat. Funny name for a girl, and such a pretty girl too. I must find out where she lives. They may know down at the Royal Oak. It would not look well to ask about her there, but I'll find out somehow. I'm glad I came on here from Llandudno. Plenty of charm- ing girls there, but not one to be compared to- Pat." He sat down and forgot all about his angling, but the charm of the spot soon overcame him again, and he cast in his line in the hopes of hooking another fish. Fortune favoured him, and a fair-sized salmon gave him half-an-hour's good sport before he successfully landed it on the bank, w here it glittered in the sunshine, a beautiful silvery mass. Having caught a fish he gave up his sport, and, fixing the various angler's requisites he had with him, marched towards the Royal Hotel. As he went down the hill he happened to look up at the windows of a small cottage. It was a picturesque place overgrown with roses and honey- suckle. and there was a scent of sweetbriar in the air. He saw Pat at one of the open windows, and she called out to him mischievously: Any luck?" He was somewhat taken aback at the abrupt remark, but he replied, Yes, a nice salmon about eight pounds. May I have the pleasure of leaving it for you?" Thanks. It is awfully good of you. I love salmon. I'll come down and take it from you." Pat, you must do nothing of the kind," said Miss Woodruff severely. "Nonsense, Woody. Where's the harm? It will give him untold delight if I accept his salmon, and it will give us both much pleasure to eat it. Never neglect the opportunity of giving pleasure to a fellow creature; and accepting an offer of a fresh-caught eight-pound salmon is an easy, not to say pleasurable, way of doing good." Helen Woodruff did not argue the point. She knew it would be better to allow Pat to have her own way and then reason with her afterwards. The girl bounded downstairs and went to the open door. "You had better take my basket and I will call for it to-morrow morning as I go up to the river," he said. "Thank you," said Pat "Then you mean to go fishing to-morrow?" Yes," he replied. "Perhaps I may see you again." Should you be very pleased to see me?" she asked. Indeed I should." "And lose another fish?" Twenty fish." Rash man. If you are very polite and promise to continue fishing, and not to waste time in paying silly compliments, you may be gratified by a sight of me." "I will promise anything," he said. "And I am not in the habit of paying silly compliments. What I say I mean." Very glad to hear it," quickly replied Pat. If you always say what you mean, and act up to it, it will save you a world of trouble. Good evening." He raised his hat and went out at the gate. It is a beautiful fish," said Pat, when she re- turned to Miss Woodruff. But you ought not to have accepted it; he is a perfect stranger," said Miss Woodruff. Pat settled herself on a chair near the window, folded her hands, put on a demure look, and said Miss Helen Woodruff will now deliver her celebrated lecture on propriety.' Carriages at ten." How could she be angry with suoh a girl, or lecture her, or scold her, or for the matter of that, do anything else but playfully smack her cheek and then kiss her. "That's better, Woody, much better," said Pat. You were not cut out for a lecturer. There's no harm done. He is a harmless young man of the angler type. We will go and see what kind of sport he has to-morrow." Surely you have not made an appointment with him?" said Miss Woodruff. No. Still there will be no harm done in seeing how many salmon he takes. He might possibly be in a generous mood and present us with another fish. Sixteen pounds of salmon in two days will not be so bad," said Pat. Miss Woodruff held up her hands with a gesture of mock despair, as she said: You are incorrigible, Pat; I give you u p." Don t give me up. please don t, said Pat. A ft.Lt-. years' hard labour at me, continue the good work to the bitter end." In the billiard-room at the Royal Oak Hotel sat the angler Pat had surprised at his occupation in the afternoon. Arthur Dunbar was his name, and he was well known in Yorkshire, where he had a fine country house near Scarborough, and an extensive racing establishment at Middleham. He came of a rare old sporting family. The Dunbars had been known in the racing world for close upon a century, and although not a wealthy family by any means, always managed to live well and hold their own in the county of broad acres. Arthur Dunbar had been his own master ever since he came of age, which was six years ago. His father died when he was a lad of twelve at school, and his mother he had never known, as she died only a few weeks after he was born. He was an only child, and his guardian had taken good care he should not be a spendthrift if he could help it. This guardian was Duncan Freame, the Dunbars' family solicitor, and although) an ex- cellent man, firm and just in all his dealings, he was not the sort of person to find much favour in the eyes of a go-ahead sport-loving youth like Arthur Dunbar. Old Freme," as the irreverent youth called hia guardian, was a bachelor, and did not understand the workings of such a young mind as Arthur Dunbar's. He kept a tight reign on the youth, and the annual allowance he made I him. when at school and college, was inadequate. Young Dunbar ran into debt at Cambridge, committed a variety of follies, and eventually it was intimated to him that the 'Varsity would prefer his absence to his presence. He paid all his debts and settled down at Glen Royal, near Scarborough. He was passionately fond of the old home, and well he might be, for Glen Royal was a beautiful country place. Being within an easy drive of Scarborough, he was often at that gay watering-place in the height of the season. He was not a particularly fast youth, but he did not altogether escape un- scathed from the fascinations of the beauties of the Spa. He had several flirtations, more than one of which could be labelled dangerous. How- ever, he managed to steer clear of any serious entanglement, and when he arrived at Llandudno, and came on from there to Bettws-y-Coed on a fishing tour, he was to all intents and purposes heart-whole and free. Althlough not possessed of a large fortune, he had an ample income, which stood the draining of about a score of horses in training, the main- taining of sundry prize cattle, poultry, and dogs, and also the expense of keeping up Glen Royal, not to mention the somewhat liberal manner in which he spent money when travelling about. His racing stable was the great drain upon his purse, for he was inclined to bet heavily, and plunge to get back any losses. This is an ex- pensive game, which he found out to his cost, but which he had not so far taken the trouble to alter. There were several old retainers at Glen Royal, who looked after the house in his absence in an exemplary fashion seldom found in these degenerate days of bicycle-riding, piano-playing servants. He did not trouble himself much about Glen Royal when away from it, because he knew all would go on well in his absence. As he sat in the billiard-room watching two inferior players blundering with the balls, and endeavouring to make fifty in something under an hour, he seemed restless and not in the best ot humours. When he arrived at the hotel, after leaving the salmon with Pat Royston, he had found several letters waiting for him. Two or three were of very little importance, but one from his trainer caused him some annoyance and anxiety. He had in training at Middleham a five-year-old horse called Whirlwind, by Common out of a mare called Storm, and he laid the flattering unction to his soul that he would win the Cesare- witch with hime. Gilbert Honey, his trainer, wrote saying Whirl- wind had broken down in his trial, and that he was afraid he would not be able to patch him up for such a race as the Cesarewitch, and advising him to keep the horse for the following spring, when he might be all right again. Arthur Dunbar was somewhat obstinate, and as he had made up his mind that Whirlwind ought to run in the Cesarewitch he did not feel inclined to alter his opinion. He was brooding over this letter as he sat in the billiard-room, and he suddenly made up his mind to write to his trainer, telling him he must get Whirlwind right for the big Newmarket handicap if possible. He left the billiard-room to write his letter, and when he returned he found the table vacant, and as there was no one else present hie had a game with the marker, and lost. I cannot play at all to-night," he said. I'll have a stroll." "Something wrong with him," muttered the marker, he generally plays a rattling good game. Arthur Dunbar wandered off in the direction of the Fairy Glen, but he did not appear to admire the scenery much. His thoughts were elsewhere. From Glen Royal they wandered to Middleham and Whirlwind, and thJen back again to his old home. He began to wonder why he had not looked out for a mistress to put at the head of his house- hold at Glen Royal. Why did he not marry and settle down to a country sportsman's life? Because he had not met the right woman to share his lot, until-until to-day," he thought. The image of Pat Royston came vividly be- fore his mind as he saw her standing above him 0!1. the bank when he lost his fish. The young girl attracted him strangely. He hardly knew what to make of her. She was free from restraint, and spoke abruptly and in a manner which would not be considered altogether correct in certain circles, and yet there was nothing bold or for- ward about her. He thought her very beautiful, and the pecu- liarity of her manner gave to her an additional charm. He meant to see more of her if possible, to learn from her own lips who and what she was, and to try and fathom her nature. He believed her to be a girl capable of loving deeply and lastingly once her affections were secured, but he did not think she would be lightly won. Many fair women had made much of the good- looking Arthur Dunbar, owner of thle desirable Glen Royal, but he had never felt attracted towards them as he had been towards this girl he had seen for the first time near the Swallow Falls. The romantic nature of the surroundings in- fluenced him and prepossessed him in her favour. Thtere is a good deal in environment where love is concerned, and what might have been an ordinary attachment under commonplace circum- stances develops into a sincere and earnest love under more favourable auspices. Had Arthur DULl bar met Pat Royston amidst the fashionable crowd on Scarborough Spa he would probably have glanced at her, thought what a pretty girl," passed on and have for- gotten all about her. But seeing her amidst the romantic scenery of Bettws-y-Coed, where she was alone and in complete harmony, he did not forget her—on the contrary, he thought much about her, and determined to retain and improve upon the very pleasant memory. (To be continued.)

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