~ Marjorie felt hurt." /*Oh, Mr. Hyde, it isn't a jesting mat+ ter--to me!" she exclaimed, reproachs tally. "Forgive me," he said, becoming pem fectly serious in a moment, and draws fnmg her arm through his as he spoke, "Forgive me. I wouldn't have pained you for the world." After a pause he added, very softly: "You believe that' Marjorie?" She did not answer, though a joyous @hrill ran through her veins, and made fher heart beat fast. A few moments later they had rei-h. ed the house. . e e That same afternoon, fancheon, Mr. Hyde looked across the table at Marjorie, and sald-- "TI n @id you good. You have grown quite pale in this last day or two, but now She roses are blooming in your cheeks ---- 2 Bgain. Do you know what Madeline fs oing, my dear?--whether she is want- you, I mean." "No, sir. She is asleep." "Then get another mouthful of frest fair, my dear. I am going down to the willage in a few minutes, Will you pralk with me ad far?" "With pleasure, sir." ' 'and she ran upstairs to put on hea at and cloak. Five minutes later. @tanding beside one of the windows in the upstairs corridor, watched hig mncle and Marjorie depart. He watche?, them down the driva through the gate, and out of sight; then, very coolly, and as though he was doing the most natural thing in the sworld, he crossed the corridor and en- fered Marjorie's bedroom. Locking the door carefully behind fim, he produced a bunch of keys of all shapes and sizes, and began, with great deliberation, to fit them, one af- ter the other, into the locks of the drawers. 4 | Marieria as a companion, Sua after eedn't ask whether your walk Charles Hyde" 4 Ve. ew ov TOME OO NIT wd wards her with added tenderness The two girls were alone togethed fluring the earlier part of the day. Marjorie thought Madeline seemed gad, and wondered why. In her heart she sucpected that the sadness had some reference to Edgar Hyde. "Marjorie, when did Mrs. Thorntom say she should return to England?" asked Madeline, breaking a rather long silence, during which she had seeme@ gunk in painful thought.--Mrs. Thorn- ton was the lady who had engaged + "In a month from now." "Marjorie, come here, I want you." 'and, with an appealing gesture, sho ehowed that she wished her to coma and. kneel beside her chair. Marjorie obeyed with a tender smile, Madeline took the fair young face fn both of her hands, 2nd looked at it with a long, loving, wistful glance. "Marjorie, I think you know I lové gou?" So earnestly she spoke, with such a aad, gentle pathos, that involuntarily, the tears started to Marjorie's eyes. "Yes, Madeline, I know that How could I help knowing it?" ,"And you love me?" ~. re , "I do--indeed I do." "Then, if I ask you to ao a very, strange thing--what you rust needs think strange--you will not misunder- stand me? You will not dcubt my flove for you?" "Dear Madeline, you know I should bhever do that." And Marjorie pressed more closely to her friend. "Well, Marjorie, I want to suggest something to you which I belleve will be for your good and mine. As soon es Mrs, Thornton returns to England go to her." Marjorie could not repress her sure r "And leave you?" she exclaimed, fooking up at Madeline with startled, wide-open eyes. "Yes, and leave me," replied Made fine, steadily, though in a tone of un- utterable mournfulness. "Don't asin me the reason, Marjorie--only believe that I am acting for the bes:." "What can be the reason?" thought Marjorie; and then a suspicion leapt into her mind which made her cheeks burn, and her eyes droop hurriedly be- 'ine. neath her friend's glance. She remembered the unwelcome ate tention of Edgar Hyde; the admiras } tion which shone boldly in his glance whenever it fell on her. Had Madeline got some knowledge | The fifth he tried was successful, | of these things, even in the confine- | and revealed to his view the writing desk, of which Marjorie had spoken. The lock of this too, was tried, and @vith the same success. The same with the little box within ft, and finally he held in his hand the tiny ivory box containing the bit of blue enamel. At this moment there came a low, hurried tap at the door. Without a moments hesitation, he trossed the room and apened it. Madeline, her cheeks flushed, hea eyes feverishly bright, stood outside Wrapped in a dressing gown "Have you finished?" ale panted "She is coming down the lane. She will be here in five minutes.' "She may be here in one minute fi aie eae gaid Charles Hyde, He put all the things into their res ppective places again--all but the bit of blue enamel; that he had slipped inside his ewn purse--and prepared ta leave the room "Have you got it?" erled Madeling excitedly, seeming in an agony of sus« enge, "Safe enough. I hope she won't miss It for a day or two. And if you are wise you won't say a word of all this bo anyone--to anyone, mind you.' And he looked at her with signifh gance. "J won't," she answered faintly, an@® « @hen she hurried back to her wn | soom, CHAPTER VI. Madeline's Warning. The next day, Madeline was well , pnough to sit up in a cosy little room adjoining her bedchamber. There was, indeeg, no reason whY, ghe should not have gone downstairs, but this she seemed strangely reluct- gnttodo . She looked even more beautiful than | ghe had been before her illness. Her paleress made her eyes seem farger and darker. There was a softened, chastened fook on her face, which became it well, | and made Marjorie's heart go out to- | | | | | i | of it, it frightens me. I am frightened | | i | ment of her bedchamber, and was this | why she wanted her to go away? Her suspicion was confirmed when, only a few minutes later, Madeline be- gan to speak of him. "I thing you must have guessed what fe is to me, Marjorie," s)« said, in a low voice, and glancing down at a magnificent diamond ring she wore on her finger. "T have guessed you were engaged to im--yes." "Marjorie, yeu don't krow--you fan't dream how I love that man!"! Madeline spoke with sudden energy, | Her pale cheeks glowed. ' She interlaced her fingers in a liste fess fashion, which showed plainly, enough the agitation of ber mind. Marjorie knew not what to say. / She sat in silence, making no answeft ®eyond a gentle caress with her hand. "To some women love comes only @s a curse--a bitter curse,"' went on Madeline, vehemently, while the red spot glowed more brightiy in her cheek. "It has come so to me." "Oh, no, Madeline! Surely--surely, fot! " "It has. It is my curse and punishe Ment that I love Edgar Hyde with a mad, blind love for which I am ready, to sacrifice myself, body and soul." "Punishment, Madeline!" echoed in surprise. "Punishment Madeline did not answer the quese tion. She played with her fingers more restlessly than ever, and proceeded, in e@ low tone, more as though she were speaking to herself than to Marjorie-- "Great heavens! how I love him! (When I think of the depth and passion j; at myself--at.my own heart. Oh, the gnisery--the misery of such a love!" "Dear Madeline, surely he loves you, too?" Marjorie ventured. "I don't know," said Madeline, abruptly. "I don't know what to ' think about it. I am afraid to think, : {t would drive me mad." "Did he give you that ring?" ques- ; 4loned Marjorie, softly, noticing that she was --_-- at it fiercely. as we ko a nat ite added, with a a Sees return to her former vahem~- vs htariorle, never, never love unless. you are certain the man is worthy of you, and that he loves you with a pas- gion equal to your own. If you do, you would be happier dead. Aye, better @ | thousand times for me to be lying in the cold churchyard than to be eating py own heart out, as Lam doing now." Her voice rose gas to a wail her grief and passio Marjorie's heart aracioeel with pity and sympathy; but she felt a little alarmed concern as well. Could it be that Madeline's illness had affected her reason? Would a girl perfectly sane breathe forth such declamations? Madeline read something of hea thougits, and, Im @ moment, by & strong effort, became calm again. "T'm frightening you, Marjorie," she eaid, with a faint, e2xd smile. "Forgive me. I am a Httle weak still, and B . _™eea that is what makes every thing look so gloomy to me just now. Let us talk of other things. You have not-teld me if you will do as I wish, and go to Mrs. Thornton as soon ag she returns to England." "If you really wish it, of course 3 avill," said Marjorie--not coldly--she was too fond of Madeline for that--but sadly, and with some show of sur- rise. "I do wish it, Marjorie. I can't teh you why--not now. But some day you shall know, and then you will see that I acted for your good." "I'm sure of that; and I'll do What over you wish, Madeline." "My father will try to persuade you to stay, and--and others as well," said Madeline. "But let no one persuade you, no one," she repeated vehemently, though still in that hushed tone. "Be @rm, and let them see you have quite made up your mind. If you stay here, you are----" She paused abruptly, though in terror. What the word was she had arrested on her lips, Marjorie could not guess; but she saw the wild energy of glance. The next moment there came a taf at the door. "It is my father," whispered Mada "Mind, not a word of this to almost ag him." She threw herself languidly back among the downy cushions of her easy chair and assumed a negligent, grace- ful calm. "Come in," she called; and her faa ther on and with him his neph- ew, tr aed, this is pleasant. " was the sider man's greeting. "To see you up and dressed after these days. I'm sa glad, my love! And he stooped and kissed her. winced as though his lips burnt. Mar- jori@saw this and wondered. Then Edgar Hyde advanced and firs\ taking his cousin's hand, kissed her on the lipse The blood surgea into her face, hed @hole frame trembied. Fixing her beautiful eyes full upon bis, she murmured a word or twa which was inaudible to all save him, but there was no ee the re- proachfulness of her t He answered tightly, asl with a laugh. She whispered a further word or twa and the blood mounted to his brow, while a look of hot displeasure fired his eyes. He dropped her hand and stood bee side the window, looking out rather moodily. Marjorie slipped quietly away. Sht lelt she was not wanted. Whether anyone noticed her departs are or not, no one tried to stop her-- mot even Madeline. She went downstairs with a troubled heart. For one thing, she didn't want to go to Mrs. Thornton. She would rather have remained at She Denelands--anywhere where she could | be in the all too fascinating company of Charles Hyde. And the other thing, the thing tha\*| troubled her most of all, was that she 'was certain Madeline had meant to warn her against this very Charles Hyde when she had said, with such ex- traordinary vehemence: "Marjorie, never, never love unless you are certain the man is worthy of you, and that he loves you with a pas. sion equal to your own. If you do you would be happier dead!" CHAPTER VIL. In the Wood. 'As she went through the hall she put on her hat and cloak. She would ga into the wood for a few minutes, she thought. Her mind was in such a tumult thal ft made her fevered and restless. She longed to feel the fresh, frosty air blowing on her cheeks and brow. She crossed the garden at the back of the house, and walkea quickly up the hill to the wood. She had barely reached its outskirts when a hurrying step behind her made her turn. her ly. If she had dow doubted it, his first words would' have told her the truth. "I saw you from the window," he said, quite,frankly, as he came up to her, "and I came after you. You don't mind, Marjorie?" And he looked so frank and winning as he asked the question, gazing fuily {nto her eyes the while, that Marjorie could not but say "No." A moment ago, Madaline's vague ins ainuations against him had had tho power to fill her mind with painful doubts, but now, as she looked at him, all her doubts were gone--chased away in an instant by his sunny smile. Not that she accused Madaline ot falseness--no, not even in her most eecret thoughts. She believed Miss Hyde wes simply @istaken in her cousin's character. She believed that she, loving the pp a elder brother as she did, and finding him unworthy of her love, took it for granted that the youngone must be like him, and hence wished to save her friend from a doom which had already fallen on herself. 'When a girl is in love is it likely sha @vill believe anything to the prejudice of the man of her choice, so long as there is the tiniest loophsle by which she can escape such belief? It is not likely; and poor Marjorie @as already deep in love with this young man of the smiling lips and sunny eyes. Madeline's warning had come too late. As the two entered the wood, they met a tall, handsome young man, 0. seven or eight and twenty. His face was cleam shaven, save for a fair moustache. He had fine eyes, of a dark greyish color, and his bearing was unmistaka- bly that of a gentieman. There was a gun on his suoulder, @ flog at his heels. Charles Hyde accosted him with a gzheery "Good morning," as he passed. He acknowledged the greeting with @ bow which was mot merely cold but haughty, but which bordered on tio contemptuous, The next moment, however, involuntarily, he raised his hat with the most perfect courtesy. 'Who is he?" asked Marjorie, eages fy. She had not chanced to notice that cool little nod, and so felt quite a friendly interest in the good looking stranger. "Sir Edward Mortimer." "Sir Edward Mortimer," repeated Majorie, remembering she heard that name more than once before. Mr. Hyde had suggested that Sir Ede dvard Mortimer should be invited, with | others, to a torch-light skating party. on St. Valentine's day. And again, it was Sir Edward's house which had been broken into by burglars so recently. She turned to look after him, and found, to her confusion, that he was leaning against a tree, and lookiug after her. She and Hyde went on together, not speaking much, but walking in that kind of happy silence which often falls upon two people who love each other, but have not yet confessed their love. The wood paths were full of fallen feaves. Marjorie set her foot in a treacher- ous hole covered over with them. » She wrenched her ankle so severes fy ig she would have fallen had not } tree an how pale she was: el his | glance fell on Marjorie, and, as though | i her to the trunk of she sat down; "but when he cher he was elarmed to, 860 He 1 fooked "You are ill! he tried. "No; only a littie faint." she mure mured. "It was. the sudden shock, I think. I shali be better in a moment." "Lean on me," he said again, more - tenderly still; and as he spoke he put his arm round her waist and laid her head against his shoulder. % So very sweet it looked there--the fleep violet eyes seeming larger and and more lustrous than ever by reason . of the delicate paleness of her cheeks, Charles Hyde could not resist the temptation to caress that sweet face with his fingers, while he murmured, softly-- : "Darling! are you better now?" That word had power to call the blood back to her cheeks in a rosy tide. "Yes," she whispered, shyly, and feoked away from him, veiling her eyes with their dark lashes and white drooping lids. Emboldened by these signs, he area Mer to him a little more closely. "Majorie, will you be my darling? You are hurt!" £ou know I love you, don't you, dears----~-- I couldn't help speaking when I saw you so white and faint. Forgive me if I spoke too soon. Will you, Majorie?™ "J--I have nothing to forgive," whispered Majorie, raising her eyes to his for one brief moment, while her sart throbbed with an exquisite joy. | "Little love! Httle darling! my prec- fous little girl!" cried Hyae, in a sorv of tender rapture. "Then we belong to each other, i may seal our compact, mayn't I?" And his look was so tenderly bee eeeching that Majorie must have had a harder heart than ever beat in a Wo- man's bosom, ff she had refused hing the boon he asked--her premission to press a lover's kiss upon her lips. Only one he took. She noticed that, and all her wos fan's soul rose up to do him reverence, because hé so respected her that he would take no advantee of the fact that her weakness had forced ber ta lie--a precious burden--in his arms, "How could Madeline have so mise e taken his character?" she thought, with a thrill of proud cclight in his virtues (To be Continued.) The man walked tp to the hotei regis 4 and signed his name, with a flourish, K. 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