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A MIDNIGHT GATHERING. A TALE OF THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY. By r,1ARY E. MOFFAT. Lilian Wylde stood in the lose garden, shears fa hand, trimming her favourite bashes. Her maid, Therese, a dark-skinned, sharp-eyed woman, was in attendance, with a basket to cacch the stray cuttings. Suddenly, with a light bound, a youth sprang over the low hedge which intervened between the carriage road and that portion of the grounds. Please, Miss Lily, give me a few of those fragrant beauties." Thegirlraised her lustrous eyes to his face with a smile: and asked playfully r What will you do with them ?" Come with me do.vn yonder path and I will tell you. That was my real errand here this morning." Lilian's face rivalled her roses in happy blushes as she listened to his eager whisper. But she turned and walked away with him until they were no longer within hearing distance of Therese, who was watching the two with intense interest. Then Geoffrey said softly They are to be a gift to my intended wife. Can my little friend surmise her name ?" A soft, flickering blush rose even to Lilian's temples as she answered, falteringly Nay but speak it and I shall know." Geoffrey bent his handsome head towards the expectant face. It is Myrtle Derwent. Ah, Lily, you must know and love her for my sake." The happy, heedless youth saw net Lilian a sudden pallor, as, with a desperate struggle to conceal her disappointment, she succeeded in controlling herself. and said, with only a slight tremble in her sweet voice- She must be all that is good and true if you love her. But is it not a sudden engagement ? You have never spoken of her to me before." True, answered Geoffrey. li I saw her for the first time but a. few months since. But it seems as though I had known and loved her for years, so blank would my life be without the thought of her as its companion." All this time Lilian's fingers had been busy with her roses. Handing him the exquisite bouquet of half-open buds she said— Here are your flowers, Geoffrey. May you be as happy as you hope to be." Thanks." And with a gay Good-bye Geoffrey sprang over the hedge again, and was soon out of sight. Then Lilian told Therese to gather up the gardening implements, as she should not use them any longer, and went slowly and wearily into the house. How the world had changed to her since the morning If she could only creep away out of sight and hide herself until she had iecome used to this strange, benumbing sorrow Lilian was motherless. Her father bad loved ind won a beautiful young French girl, and had borne her to his ancestral home in England. But she had survived her marriage but one brief year. Her babe had been cared for by Therese, the aaaid whom she had brought with her from her aunny France. She was a woman of a strong, intense nature, and upon her mistress's death had transferred the love she had felt for her to the little Lilian, worshipping her with an almost slavish devotion. Myrtle Derwent and her blond old grand- mother were the sole survivors of a proud but impoverished race. The roomy old mansion where they lived, with its quaint belongings, and a few acres of ground, alone was left to them of their one,- vast family possesions. Despite Myrtle's gentle birth, her slight fingers had learned to make themselves useful. The few delicacies needed to make her aged f relative comfortable were bought from the pro- ceeds of the girl's Mue embroidery, a faithful old family servant-liester--finding ready sale for it among the families of the neighbouring gentry. Mvrtle's life had been an isolated one. She had never enjoyed the companionship of those of her own age. Geoffrey had but just finished his studies and come home for good "hen he chanced to notice ihe rare and intellectual beauty of the modest, downcast face of -Ilyrtle,is his eyes rested upon it in church. From that time he was never absent from tha family pew, and he was sure to be in •he one corner from which he cocid now and then steal a glance at the devout maiden who had taken his heart captive. Bus he soon tired of this silent devotion and asked the good pastor to introduce him to Mvrtie. Acquaintance had soon merged into friendship, then into mutual love. About a month after the interview in the rose garden. Geoffrey and his father were called to the bedside of a sick relative, who had sent a message begging them to come to him. The journey would be a tedious one, having to be made by stage across a. rough, mountainous district. But such an appeal could not be disregarded, and the squire and his son at cnce set out on their visit of sympathy. During the same week Lilin's father vras" called to London on important business. Thus the heads of the two leading families for miles around were away from home at the same time. Now was the season for Therese to act. The cause of her young mistress's changed manner had been for a time a puzzle to her. l,uf the truth had dawned upon her of late that Lilian loved Geoffrey and when she learned that Myrtle Derwent had won his heart from what she con- sidered his rightful allegiance, she hated her with all the force of her strong, pa3sionat| nature, and made it her constant study to devise some plan to separate the lover?, hoping eventcaily to see Lilian become Geoffrey's promised wife in place of her rival. One morning, after a sleepless night.Lilian was reclining on her couch, looking feverish and un- refreshed. Therese brought her in a tempting repast, but she turned from it with a. gesture of repugnance. Now, my young lady, this will never do," said Therese. decidedly. This white witch is working her spalls upon you you are fading day by day." Lilian turned her large eyes languidly towards Therese, surprised at her excited tones. Do not talk nonsense, Therese," she said, indifferently. It's not nonsense it's the truth," was the stubborn rejoinder. Why even our good King James has it. and is having some of the wicked ones burned by the dozen in the big London town." Do not talk of such dreadful things. "What has come over you, Therese ? You used to be entertaining, and now you make my blood run cold," and Lilian laid her head wearily back upon her piliow. Could she have lookec1 into her attendant's mind, and read the wild thoughts which filled it. Lilian might have reasoned with her, and changed her fell purpose. But with the check she had thus put upon the woman's revealing her fancies about Myrtle the chance passed. It was a time when men's minds ran riot on the subject of witchcraft. The purest, inoffensive life record did not offer the slightest btrrier against convic- tion if its possessor once tell under the ban of suspicion. Therese had conceived the idea that Myrtle had bewitched Geoffrey, else how had her pale face won his heart in preference to Lilian's bright beauty ? It vaa not; difficult to put the well- meaning but ignorant tenantry into a ferment by whispering among them that the young Lady of Woodholme was suffering in health through Myrtle's incantations, and to make them think, with berseif that they would be doing a service to God and King James by taking summary measures against her. Before her master had been absent three days she had succeeded in rousing them to a white heat of fury against poor Myrtle. One evening a summons called Hester to the door. It was from Ttierese. Is your young lady in ?" she asked. If she is toll her Miss Lilian of Woodholme is ill. I am her maid, and I have como to beg her to accompany me." All unsuspectingly Myrtle threw a slight wrap over her head and went with Therese, though secretly wondering at being sent for by an utter stranger and at such an hour. Do not leave grandma until I return," :she said to Hester. They had gone about half the distance when they came upon a mob of people dressed in a variety of motley cos- tumes, evidently disguises. Their appear- ance was greeted by cries of Here comes the white witch." '• We'll soon put her out of the way of working more harm." Down with the wicked one." At first Myrtle paid but little attention to the crowd, thinking them on their way home from some merry making where they had partaken too freely of stimulating drinks. But a woman came W her and snatched at a -tiny heart-shaped cushion which hung from her belt. It was made of crimson silk and filled with emery. Myrtle used it to sharpen and brighten the needlea in her dalicate work. Even now two or three of them were fastened carelessly in it, placed there in her harried departure. '• See ci-ic' the oId crone,holding up her prize EO that all eyes could sec it. "It's little wonder our young ladv has pains in her heart. Tne witch has made one after its .very, Pai-terl'< and stuck it through with sharp points.^ Myrtle had heard some talk or the terrible scenes whica had lately been enacted in d^aercut uarts of England and, like a hgntmng in its blinding horror, it now came to ner m< thoze, wild accusing words were levelled at her. She turned to Therese. trying vainly to still the terrified beating of her heart. 1. Ireli me," she said, what it is they mean Tiipy can surely have no cause of complaint against me." out before Therese could frame an answer, a how! of anger went up trom the crowd, and a "O¡ said Away with her to the pond A good duck- ing will soon make her wish she had let our young missus be." No shouted another. ■■■tq'a the tmnishmen; for witches. There .-a a.t the cross-roads, where Giles, the murderer, was hung. Let her burn there." Myrtle sank upon her knees. Good people," she said. falteringly, I am no witch. I never harmed a living thing in my life I am but a simple girl, and my old grandmother needs me. I pray you let me go home." But hoots of derision drowned her words, and a rough man. with his face blackened by soot, seized her and bore her away in the direction indicated. Then a blessed unconsciousness stole over her senses. She knew no more until her tender flesh was cut by the cords with which her self-constituted judges and executioners were binding her to the tree which was to be the centre of her funeral pyre. Eager hands heaped the faggots about her until all was ready for the fatal match. Myrtle had given up all hope. This crowd of yelling demons, evidently thirsting for her life, knew no pity. Her eyes were raised to the solemn heavens, whose pitying stars shone down upon her, and her pale lips moved in prayer. She was making her peace with God. A wild cry arose as a figure darted forward and applied the torch. Another moment and that faint flicker would leap up into a tongue of angry flame. There would be a brilliant bonfire for the cruel watching eyes. But a slight form springs into the circle and dashes aside, with a swift gesture, the piled-up faggots. Miss Derwent—can it be ? What does this mean ?" the intruder asks, in a voice which is sharp from intense horror. Then, turning upon the crowd, Lilian-for it is she-throws off her mantle and gazes around with angry eyes. Go home she says. When my father returns this matter shall be inquired into. Shame upon you, to maltreat a defenceless girl." She's not that, miss the Evil One can help his own. She's a witch." answered a ruffian. W, ith a gesture of ineffable scorn, Lilian motioned him away. Anyone who harms this young woman will pass to her over my body," and suitiug the action to her words, Lilian embraced Myrtle with her white arm-. and stood thus until the last one of the cowed party slunk out of sight. It was a great surprise to all to see their young lady (whom Therese had represented as suffering from a malady resulting from witchcraft) thus strong and well, and withal speaking as though she knew she had a right over them. She had surely recognised them through their disguises, and each one felt it would be the safest plan to go home and pretend ignorance of what had happened, if, as Lilian had said, her father should take the occurrence in the same light she had seemed to regard it. The beauty of the night had tempted Lilian to leave her couch and wander forth. She had walked farther than she had intended and had thus come unexpectedly upon the startling scene and had without a moment's hesitation yielded to her im- pulse and thrown herself into their midst. Had the mischievous insinuations of Therese reached other ears than those of the Woodholme tenantry, Lilian's interposition in Myrtle's behalf would undoubtedly have been futile. But her air of authority had impressed all with the idea that she knew them, and fear for the consequences made them quick to obey. After the last sound of their retreating foot- steps had died away, Lilian released Myrtle, and tbok her in her arms and petted her as a mother would a child. You shall come home with me," she said, caressingly. I will take care of you until Geoffrey comes back. Poor. little, ill-used darling and the tears fell and mingled with Myrtle's as she laid her soft cheek against her face. Myrtle was so exhausted by the trying ordeal she had passed through that she could hardly speak, but she tried to say intelligibly My grandmother Lilian understood her. A messenger shall be sent from Woodholme to make it all right. Now tipy and leau on me, and see if you can walk. It is not far." Under Lilian's solicitous care, Myrtle soon recovered sufficiently to tell her story,and Therese was sent for and questioned, but without gaining much satisfaction. At last Lilian said with a dignity which surprised Therese I shall let the matter rest for the present. But I mean to know all, and those most guilty of harm in this foul outrage shall surely be pun- ished. You may go." Before many days hsd passed Geoffrey came home. Under Lilian's tender nursing Myrtle had fully recovered from the nervous prostration which at first seemed to threaten injury to her overwrought brain and Lilian felt the purest happiness which she had ever experienced as she led her to Geoffrey and Eto!d him to thank his little friend Lilian for his darling's life. And in her urselfish ministry Lilian had re- ceived the blessing promised to those who shall give even a c::n of cold water in Christ's name. Gone was the feverish unrest which had made her life seem like a burthen for those dreary weeks, and in its place had sprung up a pure sisterly love which embraced Myrtle as well as Geoffrey, and made her look forward with joy to the wor- ding which was to place the sweet girl in the pro- tection of one who was strong and able to shield [ her from harm. After a time Therese made full confession of the 1""c she had taken in what had so narrowly escf-, a fearful tragedy but Lilian for- gave her, knowing that she had erred through an overwhelming fondness for her dead mistress's child, and feeling sure that she was truly penitent.

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