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WE UBAACOTOCCHC T She sat looking at him, pale, helpâ€" | less, speechless with fear and amaze.‘ (XT know all," O‘Donnell .repcated. | _ A‘That what all took for death was | merely a trance, and that your son alone knew it. Knowing it he allowâ€" éd her to be buried and that same night secretly had the coffin opened, and its living inmate removed. He *\ restored her to life and consciousness. ‘‘You kept herâ€"hid in your house. She | passed for Miss Otis and was never | seen by any one but yourself and your | son,. At night, when all was asleep, 1 she took her airing in your garden, | , and after remaining a fortnight, until perfectly restored, she ran away. She went to Americaâ€"she became an acâ€" tress, made money and returned to England. She had sworn vengeance upon Sir Peter Dangerfield, and all these years had never faltered in her purpose. She made her way into his family as governess and has nearly @riven him out. of the few senses he possesses,. by playign ghost. It is a daring game she is carrying out, She _ is a bold woman, indeed. That Kathâ€" « erine Dangerfield and Helen Hernâ€" castle are one and the same, no one but myself knows. or suspects. There 3 Te grave where they saw her burâ€" 3# ‘the tombstone with its false inâ€" W# \ption" to stagger them. I alone %%‘flinowâ€"l know; Mrs. Otis... Shall I _ tell you how? I have done what your ‘ son didâ€"I opened the graveâ€"I openâ€" I 1 L To Memenany "Thanks, madam. It was your son I desired to see, but in his absence I RMave no doubt it will do equally. well to say what I have come to say to you:. Mr: Otis is in the country, yOUuT servant tells meâ€"that, means the gown of Castelford, in Sussex, does it not?" 1 * 3 Sn wl d Lesre io. Her knitting dropped in her ‘apâ€" the little old lady gave a gasp. He saw at once he had guessed the truth. ‘ "I see I am right," he said quietly.‘ "I have come direct toâ€"day from Casâ€" tleford, Sussex, myself.. On the oc-‘ easion of your son‘s last visit to that‘ place I. believe I chanced to see him. Et was in ‘the cemetery; you recollict the â€" little Methodist cemetery, no aoubtâ€"just outside the town and adâ€" joining your former residence. Yes, I see you do. I saw him in the cemeâ€" tery talking to a lady by a.ppointment, I judge: rather an odd place, too, for a tryst, by the way. The lady was Miss Helen Herncastle. : Do yOou know mer, Mrs. Otis?" Again Mrs. Otis. gave a sort â€" of gasp, her pleasant, rosy, motherly face growing quite white. There (were no words needed hereâ€"her face answerâ€" ed, every question. He felt a species of compunction for alarming her«as omeamsua uase anine. but there was ed, every question. He 16 of compunction for alart he saw he was doing, bu mo help for it. "Â¥ou know Miss Hert said. not without a smile Hecsamw Ne Wasiuel en clas comtude is mo help for it. | "Â¥ou know Miss Herncastle?" he | said, not without a smile at her eviâ€" , dent terror; ‘"and are interested in her welfare. Your son did her greatl service once, and is her nearest and most confidential friend still. It is of , Miss Herncastle I have come to Lonâ€" don to speak, knowing that you and Mr. Otis have her welfare at heart. She must leave Searswood, and at once, or elseâ€"or else, painful as my| duty may be, Sir Peter Dangerfield‘\ shall know the whole truth." The knitting dropped on the floorâ€" little Mrs. Otis rose to her feet pale and tremibling. «"Who are you, sir?" she cried, in & sort of whisper. ‘"Who. are you?" "My name is Redmond O‘Donnell." i She uttered a low, terrified exclaâ€" mationâ€"then in frightened silence sank back into her chair. Yes, she recognized the nameâ€"had heard all about him, and. now sat pale ‘and trembling with nervous dread, looking at him with wild, scared eyes. "I am very sorry to frighten and agitate you in/this way, my dear Mrs. Otis," he said, speaking. very gently, @andâ€"if Miss Herncastle will listen to reasonâ€"there is really nothing to be frigh%ened about. (But one thing or other she must doâ€"leave Scarsâ€" wood or tell the truth." "The truth?" ‘That sho‘is Katherine Dangerfield â€"not lying in Castleford churchyard, but alive and in the flesh, You see, I know allâ€"all." naLi d w DE ho ud UENe C Mc ane s in s xi en n sns ed the coffin and foundâ€"it empty. No moldering remainsâ€"no shroudâ€" no ghastly. skull and bones, and dust and ashes, but a clear and empty cofâ€" fin. How I have discovered the rest does not matter. I know the whole truth I am!| prepared to prove 16. Miss Herncastle must speak before this week ends, or leave Scarswoodâ€" that is my ultimatum." He arose. ‘‘I see that I have disâ€"_ tressed you, Mrs. Otisâ€"alarmed youâ€" ‘ and I regret having done so. There is no occasion for alarm, howeyer, Miss Herncastle has only to drop her masâ€" querade and come forward in her true character, and I am ready and willing to become her friend instead of her enemy, But I will not stand by and see this deception go on. I wish you good afternoon, Here is my cardâ€" my London address is on the back; 1 shall remain in town three or four days. If Mr. Otis returns during that time, I shall be happy to see him.*~â€" Captain O‘Donnell waited impatâ€" iently during the four ensuing days, but he waited in vain. If Mr. Henry Otis had returned to town, he did not call; and, disgusted and desperate, on the evening of the fifth he returned once more to Castleford. He presented himself at Sacrswood at once. He had not seen his sister for a week. It was close upon eight o‘clock, and the silver gray of _the summer evening was deepening into twilight as he walked up the avenue. The flutter of a white dress caught his eye amid the darkâ€"green depths of fern; a tall, slender shape, with bright, hazelâ€"eyes, was slowly pacing the terrace alone. _It was Lady Cecil. A soft mass of roseâ€"pink cashmere, silk and down, wrapped her. She held a letter in her hand which she read as she walked. And even in that «‘dim religious light" O‘Donnell saw, or fancied, that the fair pale face had grown paler and graver than ever he had seen it, in those five past days. "Lady Cecil." He lifted his hat and stood before her. She had not heard him until he spoke. A faint, tremulous flush rose up over the sensitive face, as she turned and gave him her hand. "Captain O‘Donnell! andjust as we (Continued from her to life and consciousness. pt herâ€"hid in your house. She for Miss Otis and was never any one but yourself and your t night, when allâ€" was asleep, k her ajiring in your garden, er remaining a fortnight, until y restored, she ran away. She ) Americaâ€"she became an acâ€" Nsmm e aproturned AAG THE LAST LINK last week) sSacrswood all began to give you up for lost. I am glad you have comeâ€"I have been wishing for you unspeakably. Do you know that Rose is ill? Something is preying on her mindâ€"something which Miss Herncastle alone knows. Oh, that dreadful Miss â€" Herncastle! Why did she ever enter this house? Captain O‘Donnell, we are in trouble â€"terrible troubleâ€"and she. is, the cause of it all. Do you know that she "Â¥You do well to call it enormity. She has parted, Sir Peter Dangerfield and his wifeâ€"for life, I greatly fear." Cause ol iV aIL . LIQIW LILE OA CIM RER OO DNE e Rcer is gone" _ ‘"Gone!" ""‘Been dismissedâ€"discharged â€"sent away in disgrace, It is the strangest thingâ€"the most wickedly malicions;} and whatever her object could have been puzzZles us all." ‘\‘La,dy Cecil, you puzzle me. What new enormity has Miss â€" Herncastle been guilty. of?" He had been walking by her sideâ€" he stopped and looked at her now. He r1ad delayed too longâ€"he had shown aer his cards and let her win the ame. He had thought to spare her, md the mischief was done. ‘"Parted Sir Peter and his wife! Do 1 hear you aright, my dear Lady Geil ?" § "It sounds incredible, does it not? Nvertheless, it is true. You rememâ€" be the masquerade at Mrs. Everâ€" lezh‘s last Thursdayâ€"that most misâ€" erble masquerade? Ginevra would inâ€" sis upon goil;g with Major Frankland as he Page Kaledâ€"he as the Knight Laa. Sir Peter hates Mrs. Everâ€" leiaâ€"he abhors masquerades â€" and mas»y costumes for women. Of course, he zas right and Ginerva was wrong, butiis very opposition made her more resute to go. He told her if she wer she should never return, that sheshould not live under his roof andlisgrace it. Ginevra defied him; but a her heart, she owns now, she wasifraid and ready to draw back. But hat fatal Miss Herncastle would not t her. She had suggested the costtries, made Ginerva‘s, and used everversuasion to induce her to defy (Bir Rkterâ€"deceive him, rather, and go. (nevra yielded. She wrote a note at th:dictation of the governess, to MajorFrankland, in London, telling him 0 Sir Peter‘s opposition, asking him teome secretly down, remain at one ofthe inns, and go from thence to thepall, My poor cousin cannot even lep her own secrets, and she told x I said everything I could think <to shake her resolution, but in vain@inally I told papa in despair, and mie him waylay the train at the stain. You remember â€"he met you th:esame afternoon,. ‘He talked ‘to Maj Frankland and the major ; finally #eed to give up the ball. Ginâ€" l evra, Otourse, would not dream of 'going vÂ¥hout him. ~But he insisted ‘ upon seng her, and telling her with his ownips. Unfortunately we were ‘ all at Mecambe at an archeryâ€"party, | and wh. he reached Scarswood he found or Miss Herncastle. He wrote a note Claining all; told her to have his maserade dress returned and left her.That note Miss Herncastle destroyecshe owns it; and, Captain O‘Donnelâ€" it seems almost incredâ€" |ibleâ€"â€"she ent to the masquerade inâ€" ‘stead of ljor Frankland, and in his dress! Tlmajor is short, the goverâ€" ‘.ness is tâ€"she managed to make l the Lara Ctume fit her. No one ever ‘heard of th a thing before. You 1 will scarce be able to believe it." "I can Heve a great deal of Miss Herncastle.She is a wonderful woâ€" man|" "A wond‘ul woman, indeedâ€"it is to be hopethere are faw like her," Lady Ceciresponded indignantly; "and yet, tugh something seemed to warn magainst herâ€"she had a sort of fasation for me from the first. Wellaptain. O‘Donnell, it happened ithis way: We returned from the alery fete; ‘Ginevra preâ€" tended heacdhe and retired to her room. All‘} while Sir Peter was on the watch Miss Herncastle dressâ€" ed herâ€"a man frem Castleford was in waitl and he took her to Mrs. Everlei The governess had managed to rete the Lara dress in her room ante moment Lady Danâ€" gerfield was fa, she rapidly dressed herself and ikedâ€"actually walked from Scarsw? to Mrs. Everleigh‘s house. . Bir‘ ler, in spite of |their precautions, h seen his wife depart,. _and followed imediately. At Mrs. Everleigh‘s heocured a black domâ€" ino, and in thdisguise, and masked, iof course, he tched the page. The Knight arrivein due timeâ€"rather late, perhaps, d. neither...Ginevra, dancing or tally to him, or Sir Petâ€" er watching, déed it was other than the major." 4 ‘"Well?" O‘Dcell said curtly. "Supper camand under plea of going for an iCount Lara disapâ€" peared. Ginernad to go down on theâ€"arm of aner gentlemen. At supper there wthe usual universal unmasking, ande first face _ poor Ginevra saw wthat of Sir Peter. " Imagine her fees! . And the major nowhere to be s A moment after, lSir Peter disapped, and my unforâ€" tunate cousin, ?iâ€"dead with fear, \ made.her way fi the supperâ€"room |and the‘ house : reached home in | the fly, the mositiable object you Qever saw. Her t question was for her husbandâ€"h(first impulse to throw herself at; feet and implore his forgiveness. he was not here _ â€"he has not behere since." ‘"‘Not hereâ€" since f ‘"No, Captain «onnell. If he had l come home andzed and stormed, ‘lthere might haveen some hopeâ€" ; now I fear there one. He is in Casâ€" : tleford, and this idon solicitor is ;lwith him, stoppirt the Scarswood â€"]| Arms. He refuseo see his wifeâ€" ’. he will never seer again, he says, as (long as. he 11" § "And how wa: all discovered? . | Did Miss Herneasonfess at once?" "Miss Herncastas not confessed at all. In someay she reached Searswood ~beforenérvaâ€"she must have had a convice waiting, and was one of the fito receive her in her ordinary dresThe tumult poor Ginevra made arad the house, In the cold gray of thorning we allâ€" papa among the râ€"gathered about her. She toldâ€"heory in an incoâ€" herent way. Papitened in amazeâ€" ment. ‘Franklange said. ‘Frankâ€" ‘"To Londonâ€"three days ago.: Beâ€" fore she left, she had an interview with your sister, since when Rose has been unable to leave her room. And Ginevra is in hysterics in hers. I never saw papa so worriedâ€"so annoyed in all:my life before. He says Miss Hernâ€" castle is Satan. himself in crinoline, and that all her mischief is not done vet." "I agree with his lordship. And her championâ€"her admirer of other days, the chivalrous Cornishmanâ€"where is he that he does not break a lance in favor of this persecuted lady ? "It is hardly a fitting time or subâ€" ject for Captain O‘Donnell‘s sarcasm," she answered coldly. "Bit . Arthur Tregenna is in Cornwall. He left very early on the morning following the masqueradeâ€"before : the: news had spread." The soft summer dusk might have hidden from any other than the keen blue eyes of O‘Donnell the flush that rose \ip all over Lady Cecil‘s fair face. "I beg your pardon, Lady. Cecilâ€"â€" believe me, F sympathize with you, at least. Will you pardon me again, if I say I feel but very little for Lady Dangerfield.Her own disobedience has wrought her ruinâ€"she has no one to blame but herself." ‘"That does not make it any easier to bear. But I know of old how litâ€" tle sympathy you have for human erâ€" ror. She may have done wrong, but she is suffering now, and suffering goes far to atone for sin." She had grown white againâ€" her face looked like marble in the faint, misty light. She was looking away from him as she spoke, a wistfulness, a passion in her brown eyes he could not understand. "I dare say people who go through life as you have gone, ncither loving nor hating very greatly, can afford to be cynical, ‘and hard, and cold. You have never suffered. yourselfâ€" nor erred I supposeâ€"how are you to unâ€" derstandâ€"or feel for your weaker felâ€" low mortals who do? But, at last, I hope you will be able to descend from your tower of strength far enough to sympathize with your sister: Be gentle with her, Captain O‘Donnellâ€"at least, as far as you understand the word, for she is in trouble. Don‘t be too hardâ€"your life is not all overâ€"even you may learn what it is to suffer, beâ€" fore you die!" She turned from him, and was gone â€"the graceful, willowy figure ,the flashing hazel eyes.. The passion in her voiceâ€"what did it mean? He watched herâ€"an inexplicable look on his faceâ€"a hard sort of smile on his lips. fEven you may learn what it is to suffer before you. die.‘" He repeated Her words inwardly," as he took his way to his sister‘s room. "Ah, Lady Cecil, you taught me that lesson thorâ€" oughly six years ago. â€"I, was a fool thenâ€"a fool nowâ€"and I fear the folly will go with me to my grave." He tapped at his sister‘s door. ‘"It is I, Rose," his familiar voice said. ‘"May I come in?" He heard a stifled cry from within â€"a ery of terror, it sounded, and his heart smote him. Poor little Rose! Had it come to thisâ€"had he been hard and unfeeling with her, and taught her to fear instead of love him? With the remorseful thought still in his mind, the door opened and she stood before him. CHAPTER XH. ’ "SIX YEARS TOO EAXTE" Poor little Rose, indeed! In the dusk she came gliding forward, so unlike herselfâ€"â€"(so like a spiritâ€"so wan, so wastedâ€"/\that, with a shocked exclaâ€" mation, he drew her to him, and lookâ€" 1 ed down into her worn face. | ‘"They told me you but not like this. ~If I If Iâ€" hadâ€"knownâ€"" She flung her arms round his neck and hid her face on his shoulder. ‘"Don‘t, Redmond. Don‘t â€" lookâ€"â€" don‘t speak to me like that. I don‘t deserve itâ€"I don‘t deserve any love or kindness fromâ€" you. I have deceivâ€" ed you shamefully. You will despise meâ€"you ‘will hate meâ€"when I have told you all." "Will I?" T am not sure of~ that. No am sho 1t aaa ce se e e e e e lights! sitch im not sure of, that. told me all, I think orry to see those holâ€" sunken eyes and wastâ€" 11 I light the lamps, were ill, Rose had thought!â€" ch a wretch story in the dark. Here, sit down in this chair, Redmond, and let me take this stool at your feet. At your feet, my fitting place." ‘"My dear Rose, a most ominous beâ€" ginning. What must the story be like when the preface is so terrible? Have you not grown nervous and hysterical, and inclined to magnify _ moleâ€"hills into mountains? Out with it, Rose; I promise not to be too stern a fatherâ€" confessor. It‘s the story, \I suppose, about this fellow Dantree." . She had seated herself at his<feet, her arms across his knee, her face lyâ€" ing upon it. He laid his hand very gently on her bowed, humbled head. "Speak, Rose. I am sorry to see you have learned to fear me like this, If I was stern with you the other night, I ask you to forgive me now. If you and I may not trust each other, whom may we trust? I promise to be merciful._ Is it about this fellow, Dantree ?" ‘"It is Redmond, I ought to have told you that other night, but I am a cowardâ€"a weak, pitiful coward. They say a guilty conscience makes cowards of us all, and mine is a guiltyâ€" conâ€" science, indeed, For seven years I have kept the secret I tell you toâ€" night.~ Redmond," a great gasp, "you asked me if Gaston Dantree was my lover, and I said yes. I should have told you the truth; he was more than my lover.. He was myâ€"husband." The last word seemed to suffocate her.‘ She crouched farther down as though shrinking almost from a blow. She had expected a great startâ€"an exclamation of amaze and horrorâ€" either as hard to bear as a blow. Neiâ€" ther came. Dead silence fell. He sat perfectly stillâ€"a dark statue in the dark. Whatever look his face wore, she could not see. That pause lasted for perhaps ten secondsâ€"ten hours it seemed to her. Then: "Your husband! This is ‘a surprise, And for seven years you have been this scoundrel‘s wife?" "For seven long, miserable years. Oh, brother, forgive me. I have done shamefully wrongâ€"I have been a livâ€" ing lieâ€"I have deceived the kindest grandfatherâ€"the dearest brother, but if you knew what I have sufferedâ€"‘ That choking in her voice/ made her pause again, ‘"And suffering goes far to atone for sin." He rememberâ€" ed Lady Cecil‘s soft, sad words of reâ€" proach, and again his caressing touch fell upon the bowed young head. (It had been a blow ‘to him, a blow to his love and his pride, and both were great, but his voice and touch were far more tender . than she had ever known them, for. years. "I ‘ecan «believe it," he said;"you have atoned for your folly, indeed. Don‘t fear, Rose. I can only regret that. you did not tell me long ago. Tell me now, at leastâ€"all." She told himâ€"in broken sentences â€"with bowed head, while the darkâ€" ness of the August night deepened in the. little room, the old story of . a girl‘s love and follyâ€"of "marrying in haste and repenting at leisure." "I wasn‘t quite eighteen, and just home from my convent school when I met him first, with all aâ€" girl‘s foolish dreams of beauty, and love, and româ€" ance.. He was very handsomeâ€"I have never seen such a face as hisâ€"with the dash and ease and grace of a man of the world. And if he had been a very vulcan of ugliness, his, divine voice might have. won my dreaming, sentimental girl‘s heart. The aroma of conquest hung.about himâ€"married ladies petfed and spoiled himâ€"young ladies raved of his beaux yeux and his Mario voice, and Iâ€"I fell in love with. him in a reckless, desperate sort of_ way, as later, I suppose, poor Katherâ€". ine Dangerfield did in this very house. I was Monsieur De Lansac‘s reputed heiress tl\gen, and just thesort of prize he was looking out for. Very young, very silly, not badâ€"looking, and the heiress of one or two million dollarsâ€" a prize even worthy his stooping to win. Andâ€"and Redmond, in these first days, I think he even liked me a little, too. My grandfather detested himâ€"forbade him the houseâ€"forbade me to see or speak to him. (Then beâ€" gan my wrongâ€"doingâ€" I did see him â€"I did speak to himâ€"I lovedâ€" himâ€" you wouldn‘t understand if I told you how dearly, andâ€"andâ€"Redmond â€" I consented to a private marriage. He was afraid to lose Monsieur De Lanâ€" sac‘s heivess, and I was afraid to lose him.â€". He threatened . to leave New Orleans and never return if I refused. I married him and for a little time was happy in a fool‘s paradise. . Only for a little while, indeed.. My grandâ€" father, in the most unexpected and sudden manner, _ as you know, got married. Gaston, was furiousâ€"no need to tell you how he stormed and raved, or the names he called Monsieur De Lansac,. I received my first lesson in his real character then. That year he remained in New Orleansâ€"then little Louis was born, and all his hopes were at an end. He might bid g‘(}odâ€"bye to ‘Monsieur De Lansac‘s great forâ€" tune. He came to me one nightâ€"we met in secret in the groundsâ€"like a man beside â€" himself with rage and disappointment. He accused me ot being the cause of all; it was bad enough to be a beggar himself withâ€" out being deluded into marrying a beggar. He bade me savagely keep our marriage a dead secret from the world. He was going to England, he said; if he retrieved his fortune there some day he might send for me; if he l did not, why, I was still safe at Menaâ€" darva.. That was our parting. T |ha\'e never set eyes on him since. 1 ‘"He went to England; he wrote me [from London and gave me a London addressâ€"some publishers there. I answered, but received no second letâ€" ter. I waited and wrote againâ€"still no reply. Then I got desperate, the little prid@ I had left me rose up. .I wrote for the last time. If he wished to be free, he was free as the wind; I would hold him or no man against his will. ~Only let him return my picture, ]and letters, and consider me as dead 3,to him forever. I did not dream he would take me at) my word,, but he |did; the nextâ€" mail brought me what | I askedâ€"my letters, my picture, and | not one wordâ€"besides." th gerfield, of Scarswood Park, Sussex, to Mr. Gaston Dantree, of, New Orleans, with a few romantic details. I think I felt stunned, worn out. 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