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Lumsdcn was perfectly ready to accept anybody clse's heart. but always prudently sheltered herself irom observation by professing open- ly a deep passion for her husband.‘ 'Georgy was glad of the turn in the conversation, and hoped that this account of hcr husband's heart would way. I think shv hardly feels the value of a heart which is whoily hers: it is a great, treasure to posséfis, and a deep responsibility. Of all people, Iought to know it, best. for no heart was over so wholly smothers, think as my husband's, and it. al- most starth-s mo “sometimes to think I of it." continue : but no, she returned to the athur two. He looked awkard when he 11kt her yesterday at the station. I think they have quarrel- led. and whcn pcople do that they must mods have made some progress to gether. Oh. for youth and love! fl ’5 ex- (as the phase is) the author ' the Derience been expl m tees for Work. "Yes. because he looks so gloomy ’t‘oâ€"duy, and because it requires no very great wisdom to tell that he worships the ground he treads." Georgy felt so angry : enough that. it should he so, without being told of it, by Mrs. Lumsden, who Seemed to be guilty of some great profanity by connnomim: Upon Jalncs. But the remorsoless lady. who know no ros- pect of persms, went on in the same The book in its cold-blooded con- 'SCi0usness, and the lady, in her unâ€" COIISCiousmfis, were both equally re pulsive to Georgy. Tmsently she }ooked up : “I know that they will ask me to sing ; will you accompany me, my dear Miss Sandon ‘2" BIrS. Evnmnf hu€n~ ‘.nn6n:â€"n 4Ln1y There was a mixture of slang and sentiment about Mrs. Lumsden ; which at any other time would very much have amused Georgy. as she: watched the lady. who had taken up a French novel, and was careless 1S dipping into it. But just. then she coum not he aumsed : Mrs. Lunxsden and the book which she held in her hand were both an equistse satire Upon reality . The empty-headmi empty-hearted woman. with her jar- gon 0i sentiment. and her familiar use of words : words of which 5110 new-r knew. and never could learn the true meaning ; and the book. which was much beyond her, as it 3313' far from (Lt-orgy then. It was one of those storieS in which French literature stands pro-eminent. A Wonderful analysis of passion, such as it Were better perhaps had never been written and never felt u n , . - must listen to her. ifsor‘gy Was thankful for something _ 0 . and when the gentlemen came in, Mrs. Lumsden sang. Mr. Erskine :2? by the Dianoforte, but did not 1‘. . “inch 0f the song : afterwards .andmmSted ””0" GPOYEY'S playing, ~ Was nearly as oblivious of that "as the former Piece. The OVflninn- “Anâ€"AA -â€" ...:.;1.. 4: 1 T0 h‘dVe written that, book, the £0}ng must have been past, and "Why '3 "I am sure 1113‘ with Jim Erskine a run. ----- u v15 ‘1"“""'\‘ v:,- itelriahf‘s rose to go. - James was mean“? lfokmg at a newspaper ; he met Gesa 13f looked up, and his eyes :tender 1:837 S be sinned with his Eben héartmld xmprcssxon. It made how the cap :Iand yet, she was "H mechanical the action was. She' :JVOuld always be good to me,’ ~ onS'ht vacantly,â€"it.was no . hat W ' b . .V(! S] . thh‘ ‘madt, her g1 I Aim- dinner \Irs. Lumsden startled her from {Imuwhtiulness by a sharp uftal‘ Comtance. Whom she .did not much like. Her profession and she had not the was society. wisdom to yield up at once the palm of Superinrit)’ to Constance, "How is Mrs Everett ?-â€"she is always ill. I think, when it suits her convenience. enquir} 511W m easily ‘ gut she she “'11 bent 0 Georg} te in her room. not seen Geo outwardly at ever had 1‘0; caping his en tered h is mi “Do you think so ‘2" said Georgy, ent 0“ 10 evening passed on quietly tiJ ladiq-s rose to go. » James was tntly looking at a newspaper : he \Y a 5 on arrange] gy watched h0“r absent ,- construine he 11-h only ms Tight- THE Vermt being upstairs, they By Bertha. M. Clay any that evening was dim. hy the loss of Mrs. Everett, ncrvous headache, and (l a, wry ill. preferred remaining 00:11. Mr. Erskine. who ltad l Georgy all day, was more 1y attentive to her than he (1 Men No thought of es- Lis engagement had over en- ; mind, and he was fully arrangeing all thing quickly, watched him intently : she r absent he was, and how; nstmincd ; and every momâ€" fult only more certain that that she has quarrellod _.WARDER, APRIL 4th., 1901. Constance turned round .. quickly, and laid her head upon the pillow: Georgy saw that her vycs were full of tears. She spoke once or twice more, in a. disjointed way. and than really did fall asleep. Georgy watch- ed her, and then walked to the table and looked at the luxurious nothings with which it was strewn. At any other time, the sight would liuvc 1’- now. She only rememâ€" pleased her “Give me some more eauâ€"deâ€"Col- onge, first : and stay a minute longâ€" er,â€"â€"do,â€"â€"I cannot. rest." "You must go to sleep." “I cannot ; Iain anxious and unâ€" happy, too, I believe." "Oh, nothing,â€"-nothing,â€"-â€"that. is the answer which one always gives. whatever is the matter with one. Georgy. a position is not all one needs in life. I used sometimes to think so ; but now, I am sick at heart, and shall newer wish for such a thing agin." Georgy could have made Mrs. Everett 'talk if she had wished it, but she did not. She had not the courage and selfâ€"control rc- quisite for listening. “You must go to sleep now. you will fall sick in earnest." ()I‘ a.” other time, the sight would have now. she only rememâ€" pleased her ; bered they were fitting appurtenanâ€" ces for one such as Mrs. Everett. Her embroidered Handkerchief. and a bracelet, some books. and too lit- tle embossed caskets ; how longar af~ terwards she remembered them ! The book she‘ took up was one she had often heard Mr. Erskine quote: every- thing‘ there seemed to hurt her. She went back to the bed and wonder-ed. as she looked at Mrs. Everett. if the seen-t influence of what was to he. had drawn her so often towards one Sn utterly dissimilar to herself. Sin: had never forbode it. never dreamt of it for a. moment : there was to her a want in Constance Ev- erett's nature. which she felt instinc- tiVely, from the first moment she had ever seen her : she never'doubt- ed that, with all his appreciation of her charms, James Erskine must haxe felt it too. When she had stood by the bed for a moment or too, she went softly back to her own room, and to her thoughts. She loved him so that she durst not consider how great, the love was ; she had best draw back from such considerations now. How few were the days she had been with him in reality, how many she had passed in thought ! NOW, one had stepped down before her and had taken from her the wat- ers of life. Done it so 1ightly,â€" so carelessly. No existence hung for her upon the gain. Why had she taken that, ? Could there be no ex- change ? wand no anguish wring it. fromone’s appointed destiny ‘? She could never know such an'hour as this. Let her have al, the pride and glory of lifeâ€"but. not the lover, â€"â€"-no, not. that. ; â€"â€"and she whispered to herself, ‘.‘no not that " as if them was some saving help in the intensity oi her volition. Whett‘v'vas partly the truth sneered ’back (at her terribly, increased by the retrospect. He had not loved her, but she him. She fancied that. (Verv look and word on her part had dcL clared it. The meaning and appear- ance of a. thousand things suddenly changed, -â€"‘a.nd her morbid fancy charged her with much that had never been committed. tired." “Nonsense !" sfie answenrl, good ‘naturedly. “More people than ] have, I assure you : J 21mm Erskine told me once how much he. liked you: is he not. worth while pleasing ?" “You think so," she answered. I coldly. These last. words had crushed her, they told the bitter measure of his liking, and made her feel her posi- tion more thoroughly than the most. elaborate explanation could have done. So Constance was not even jealous of her : she was entirely Without consequences. that was all. “I will go now for you must be “No one ever fuund that. out but you." never “Georgy, that; is a. pretfy dress : but your hair is scandalomdy ar- ranged.-â€"-â€"I must, make tho bands stick out more ;" and she stretched her white arms out of bed, :1 ::d be- gan to pull down Georgy's linir "There now it is: better : you will have a great success some (15.7", when you go forth a little and sec tlw world." “Yes :” Georgy would answer sutâ€" isfactorily on that point. "Why, he was going away toâ€"day. I thought, ! What stopped him ?” Georgy 'did not know ; she, ”Loo, had mentally asked that quc.=ti0n. Georgy went to Mrs. Everett's room, who started up from the bed, declaring that she felt ill, and then forgot her sufl'erings in the inquiry, -â€"â€"“What everybody has done downâ€" stairs ?" she asked everything had before she came to “What had James Erskine done ‘.’ Had he asked after her ‘2 Everybody said good-night : he did not particularly look at her again, and they a1 separated . I)” “I mean than you have had a mis- understanding with Mrs. Everett : it has been cleared up now I think. and almost too late." "Georgy,” In: said, quickly, "that is not rightâ€"not fair. I hope that you do not mean to threat we often so : it is very early to be jealous" "No. I am not jealous ; but. it would be unkind of' me to marry you, for I know who it, is that. you love best,” she answered in a low voice, and timidly. If she had been playing :1 game, she could perhapfi have attached him more closely to her : 101‘ he was ton proud, too honorable, not to re- coil from all idea of catching her at words to free himself. “It was aboot you. not about'my- self, than I wanted to speak. I do not think you are Very happy : but I am glad that Mrs. Everett's letter which ought to have reached you long ago, has done so now." “What do you mean '2” he asked stitfly. "Georgyfwhe said. smiling with his lips, but not his eyes, “you are mistaken, and need not be afraid of accomplishing my happiness ; Ivll me what you know about a 1m tor of Mrs. Everett's, which seems to have made such an impression on you." He spoke hurriedly, and as she answered, gaining composure as he lost his :â€" She walked upstairs to Mrs. Lew- is's sitting-room, and he followed her. When they were there, her h?art sank, and she was startled at her own ras'hness ; she knew neither what to say or do. "Well. what is- it ?" he asked. She hesitated for a. moment; James seemed already gone ; and when she had spoken, he, as he stood there. would be lost to her forever. “I know you fancied that Mrs. Everett had quarrelled with you. be- cause you did not receive a letter Which she wrote to you at, Bruxel- lcs ; and I know how the knowledge that it was a mistake has changed you in spite of yourswlf; and I know how Mrs. Everett "and she paus- ed. “How Mrs. Everett cares for $7011" she said abruptly. “Now I am g0- ing, for I have said what I wanted : you will come and see me some (121va and tell me that I was right." Her aoice trembled, but she brought out the words "deliberately and clearly- "How Mrs. Everett, what, ‘2" he echoed, inadvertently betraying some curiosity . "Mr. Erskine," she said, abruptly. when breakfast was ended,“ will you come ?â€"â€"I meanâ€"I want to speak to you for a ch minutes.” “Yes, I will come wherever ynu please." “Georgy, you are mad ! This IS your doing , not mine.” “And I am right to do it," 8119 said softly. “I will not own that I am wrong, till you dare tell me that you never loved. Mrs. EV‘¢F€‘~t-” They had changed places now; and she, in her self-possesSion. W85 stronger for the mo ent. “Tell mo, if You do not mind. the quostiou. What had Mrs. Everett misunder- stood you about ‘2" l She had written two or three let- §ters to James Erskine, which. had been almost her whole night's occuâ€" pation. The last was unfortunately not. sealed ; and to look ovi'r onc's letter the next day, or even a trifling affair, is always a tria, : so this one was torn up like its predecessors. She would write a very ‘short note that was best ; but before that best and shortest was finished, she heard the breakfast; bell and went down stairs. Everyone was there except Mrs. Everett ; Mr. Erskine. sat by Georgy, and was particularly attont-i ive to her, whilst she answered him at random. “Only that I remonstrated “WWI her on an imprudent acquaintance 2 and. after an angry letter which I had retained from her", I never heard again,” ' “And you have loved her for long, In the morning the revulsion from all great excitement was upon her, and she felt very tired, both mental- ly and bodily. This morning had come with its usual routine of oat- ing, drinking and talking ; and Georgy went down, hoping that her appearance was not at all difl'erent from that of other days. The same thoughts went wandon ing up and down her brain, so clear- 1y so sharply defined, that they hardly seemed suggested by herself, but by some external agencies. The religion of past days, when returned reproachfully to you in Your happiness, call upon it, now. as it is the wont of men to do when their earthly treasure is lost. may. Yours was a selfish, rucmuss passion ; unasked, unsought : you first rushed into it, and for long you forgot that there was other suflerâ€" ing but yours in the world. Remem- ber it now, and bear yours as you Go back, fool ! and look at her again as she 1ies_asleep ! She will be his wife,â€"-â€" not you ! selfish , reckless “Thank you,â€" thank you,‘ she said bending down her head, and speaking through her tears; "I shall always reineinFe'r what you have just. said :you are as good as you are"â€"â€"and she looked up at him with pride and tenderness. She had forgotten herself just then in the thought of his perfections. “I used to ask myself," 'she went on, as if she were talking to herself. “I knew so 1itt.e of you really. whether it was your goodness that made me. care. for you, or whether it was only that you "were -â€"‘? 1 know now how good you are : I know that you would make me hap‘ "py, and I am not exacting :but you see you cannot marry me : you must marry Constance Everett. I know that you will. for she loves you : I am sure of it." "But I do :" and she told him many words of (Jonstancc’s duringr the past two days, "Now are you satisfied at last 1’" He colored deeply and looked terâ€" ribly disturbed. There is always something convincing in a man's eon- fusion which happens so much 'LSCI- domer than a woman's. His: man- ner changed. It had been a little stiff before, for he. still believed that She had not really given him up; and he half admired her, and was half angry with her, for what he. thought was perhaps jealousy. "Georgy, it is you who are good, tender and thoughtjul for me, far beyond what I deserve. Thank you he said kissing both her hands. It, was a good while before Mr. Erskine. returned ; and it was not to be wandered at. He had been so surprised at Georgy's sudden words that he needed a little time to col- lect. himself. He could not be angry for all she said was so perâ€" fectly true ; and yet, many people, if they had not availed themselves of her words. and pleaded guilty, would have taken an opposite reâ€" fuge in displeasure. He was quite collected when he returned, and never for a moment llinched either from the spirit or from the text of his‘duty to the woman he had chos- en ; but it was only duty towards her now. He could not. feel the ex- citement of self-sacrifice which sup- ported her ; yet not the less he must be a renunciation. He endeavored to dissuade her from her purpose ; and at last said : "You (lid surprise me a little a While ago ; but I think. I can satisfy you now. It is quite true that I have loved Mrs. Everett very much ; but that is pa‘st now : I trust in you, or I should not make such a confessiOn. Will you take me as I am, Georfi‘y,” he continued hold- ing out his hands and smiling very 'sweetly. "You are a little jealous and exacting, are you not ? You may seek far, my child, before you find such Very exclusive love as you desire.” She had not taken his hand, had not moved whilst he was speaking ; now she got up, and leaned against. the chimney-piece. “Why not ? Is it your fault that you have met Constance Everett again ? I am going back to my aunt’s in London, and I trust. in you to excuse me to Mrs. Erskine, for not. waiting her return.” “You are going ‘2” "Yes, James.” And so she left him. At that mo- ment she suffered far the most : his postiion was very painful as he stood there, rcmorscful, yet unable in anything to atone Georgy ; and grateful, but, not knowing how to exDress his gratitude. "Thank you !” He had said it and had accepted her renunciation. “Good-by, James !" “Dear Georgy ! shall you always judge me and forgive me as you do now ?” one a. habit; of obeying him, and had. DOL yet forgotten it. Mrs. Lewis came in, but she still remained turning over the leaves of some book : re- fle(ting that she would go back to her aunt's and wishing that she could start that morning. "No, Georgy, you must let mo. talk to you again about this 2 I will come back soon,â€"I must taik to you ;" and he lcit the room. Georgy sat there, because he had said that he would return : she had “I do not think so : we must say that 'sooner or later, and it had bet.- ter be now.” "N0 ; it is too soon to say good- by.” “Good-by," said she, gravely; and hold out her hand. -â€"vcry long, I know?" He did not deny the assertion, but stood half inclined to speak, and yet uncertain. But, dear, why won’t you tell me what has happened ? Come and stay with me if you want a place of re- fuge ; I should be so glad to have you ; now you should settle that at once ;" and in her genial good nat- ure she would have taken any trouble, and set off imnwdiatcly to Grainthorpc, if she could have been of any use to Georgy. “No, that cannot, be : thank you all the s,amc dear Mrs. Everett. Good-by !â€"I am going down stairs HOW. Constance mum to the head of the stairs, and lent over the hamster in her white dressing-gown. Georgy still looked at hcr, and thought vacantly how marvellouscly graceful she was ; and Constance, who did not know her thoughts. fancied that something had happened! as she met the others intent look. “Georgy, you are not going surely! What is the matter ? Why did you never come to see me this morning?:' “Yes. I am going directly.” "Why, are you afraid of Mr. San- don's appearing to fetch you ‘? in- deed, my dear Georgy, you must, manage to stay.” ”No, I can't." “What is the matter ?" “Nothing I cannot; stay here 211- ,9: ways, and so I am going , she looked mus-ingly at Constance. So they SupnralOd, and Constance went back, puzzled at, her behavior ; wondering what this sudden depart- ure meant, and why she did not ex- plain it. The kind old woman assented to all, and only said that "it was for- tunate she was at home ; Georgy never writes when she visits her friends but always appears suddenly.’ She said no more. and never quest- ioned her as to what had induced her sudden return. Georgy fancied that this was because because she took no special notice of the circum- stance ; but the aunt was not so devoid of perception. lIerneice nevâ€" er mentioned the. Erskines now, and she had seemed so happy in their society but a little time ago ; they were scarcely connected in some way with this sudden change. She was right. but, kindly an" prudently did not say so. -SI-e did all that was in her power to make Georgy happy : and perhaps the only good which she could do was to leave her unquestioned. CHAPTER XIX Georgy left the Grange that day to stay longer seemed impossible ; James Erskine had gone also. that he might not meet her again, or make her leave the place too quickly. But there was still Mrs. Everett, and Georgy had said to herself as she had seen her asleep, it was the last time she should ever look at, her. Before she was gone, however, (‘onâ€" stance came running to her room. The old woman's life slid calmly on by the side of Georgy’s ; and there was a power in that simple, holy life, and unconscious goodness. which would soothe and quiet others. How quietly their time passed in that great city ; so near the tum- ult, yet so separated from it ! One had never heeded it, and the other was too dead and dull at heart. Miss Sparrow received her neice most kindly. (:curgy said that her uncle was still angry, that. she could not stay too long at Miilthorpé' Grange, and so had come again to ask hospitality from her aunt. He was (leeply pained at the knowâ€" ledge of the grief he must have given Georgy : there was no fatuity in the feeling, for, in spite of the world and its influence, he had retained great simplicity of character in many points. He. knew her enough to know that she truly loved him, and it was a knowledge that he would rather have been without. He wrote to hcr again, and if she would she could have retracted ; but. all wuk OVCI‘ between them. He could make no reparation : any further inter- course which there might ever be beâ€" twcen them must be begun by her. as none other had ever done ; whilst she felt the rest and satisfaction which his deep, true intelligence must give her . Morally and intellectual- Iy he had first roused life in her and every fault, every weakness (if he had such), was another link to him. It was not possible that Geo- rgy could have been to him the hun- dredth part of all this ; and he did lme Constance; it was at once his coudemnation and excuse. mcet, and strangely had Georgy's idea, and on that all the virtue that tenacious nature clung to him. was in her was spent. She did not He was such a contrast to her : 1' .31 for anything, or any one there, she was naturally gran» slow in but through the thought of anothel: company, and could do nothing brxlâ€" life and another dcath,ia_1 which she liant. She wondered so at his roach should bear a part. All hcr feelings power of adaption, which could ans-:were vicarious, and nothing touched wer Iack to all thing . and OVCI'B her but through the medium of that description of person: so qui(-kly.'one idea. Then again she became She admired his sparkling cleverness,‘remorseful for hcr insensibiiity. these; but he had not their excellen- Sparrow fell ill : then the two were ces : he was no hero neither were ‘drawn nearer to-gether, for Georg any of the people here described. He .Inursed her. only one of the most lovable things. It were (liflicult to say if Georgy that ever walked through life. 11 war:- grieved for her aunt; - she was en. a. strange choice that made these two grossed hv Hm “mama“ ,.c LA- mm ittle change an Miss My Musical Goods Stuckâ€"â€" married people are not happier: not. that I wish my fate to have began difi'crnct : I: have been very ham but, still any one I love I should wish to see married ; and you will be some day I hope. One has no children else. It is very foolish ; children bring trouble, tomâ€"but noâ€" body who is in love can help wish-o ing for chfldren, I supposeflfiâ€"â€"she added, simply ; and her thoughts went back from Georgy to her neice's children, and then back to her own you 111. Violins, Bows and Strings Banjoes and Strings, (initars and Strings Mandolins and Strings Anto=flarps and Strings (iranrophones and Records Mouth Organs and other Instruments, Music Books or Sheet Music got on the shortest notice. !sprepuod to fumielthrpaopb of Lind- say 39d mmdimtmntq‘vizh NOR- "It. is very long since I was young but, Georgy, I was in love once. though it. seems ridiculous now to tell it.” "Why aunt ‘2'" “You are like the rest of the world, dear, and you will look back upon yourself with wonder, some day. I do not mean to say that. Lindsay Marble Watts “Yes,” said Georgy, abruptly. and then talked on by degrees, in the in- coherent yet, guarded way in “mid! people talk of those they love. The! wil, criticise, and then presently con- tradict themselves. They would not endure a. hard word concerning their idol from another, although they will blame it sometimes on themselâ€" ves, and prolong the pleasure by the most wilful of strategems . Loss of Memory, Melaneholia. Listlessness, After Eflects of La Grippe. Palpitation of the Heart. Anaemia, General Dehility, and all troubles arising from a. run- down system. Price, 50¢. per box, or three boxes for $1.25, at drug- gists, or will be sent on receipt of‘ price by The T. Mil-‘ burn Co., Limited, They will build you up, make rich red blood and give you vim and energy. When her aunt recovered they re- sumed their former existence1 Some- times now Georgy talked out her thoughts, and once her aunt led her on to talk of James Erskine. “He is very clever, is he not ‘? I have often heard of him from his mother.” was all the art’ of her be- ginninv. Toronto, Ont. Nervousness, Sleeplessness, Ner- vous Prostration, Loss of Energy, grain ang'2 paint and DizzySpeys. It Were difficult to say if Georgy, grieved for her aunt : she was en- grossed by the selfishness of her one idea, and on that all the virtue that was in her was spent. She did not [LC]. for anything, or any one there, but through the thought of anothel: ROBERT CHAMBERS (Continued next week)