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Her cheeks rounâ€" ded out, and stole a tinge of varying crimson softer than the appleâ€"blosâ€" soms themselves; the exiled dimples came back once more, and Edaline James, in her occasional visit to the Heights, was pleased to note the reâ€" juvenation. "For there was a time, little one," said she, sadly smiling, "when I little expected to see you with the spring violets in your lap. You were very near death in those dreadful days." "And it was your faithful affection and constant devotion that saved my life," said Rachel. "Do you suppose I do not know that, Edie? And yet you will not come here to live and be my sister, as I want you to do." wrfidéline pressed the little eager hand. ‘"Dearest," said she, "there is no one now, in all the world, who seems so near precious to me as you, But I preâ€" fer to be independant. I am earning my livelihood now, and I feel that I am of some use in the world. But if ever I am ill or worn out, or depressed â€"if ever I feel the need of a home and a friendâ€"then, Rachel, I will come to you as I would to a loving sister. Will that do?" W}&nd in default of any arrangements which would be more satisfactory to herself, Rachel was forced to assent. Mary/ Secor remained altogether at the Heights. Mrs. Lufton had become attracted to her, and she had been promoted to a situation . of trust in the â€"linenâ€"room, â€" besides being the general premier and auxiliary to the good old housekeeper in divers other matters. "For," said Mrs. Lufton, "I can‘t expect to live forever, and it would be a consolation to me when I‘m past work, to know as there was somebody fit to take my place in the old house." CHAPTER XLV. "I want my wife!" Apparently all was restfulness and peace at Martindale Heights. But Lucius Martindale, like an experienced general, distristed the lull, and peld himself ever prepared for the enemy‘s attack. 3 He was right. It came at last. It was a bazy, moonlight night in May. \All day there had been sweet, tinkling showers, and now at nightfall, to use the grand old word of Scripture, "There went up a mist from the earth, and watered the whole face of the ground." A_ soft, clinging, perfumed haze, full of sweet scents of blossomâ€" ing plumâ€"trees, daffodils, and meossâ€" pinksâ€"a dim, white glory, through which the moon broke out, ever and anon, shy as a bride in her wedding garments. Rachel and Saidee had gone to Chaloner Court to receive Ivy Chalonâ€" er, who was to return from her southâ€" ern tour that night. Mr. Fountain had come for them in his little phaeton, and bad walked across the fields to precede them at the Chaloner manâ€" sion, while Rachel drove the spirited little ponies around by the road, to the great admiration of her sisterâ€"inâ€"law, who, being in mortal terror of a horse herself, could not be sufficiently surâ€" prised at Rachel‘s excellent driving and undisturbed composure, even when Fairy Queen, the wildest of the two steeds, stood up nearly straight on her haunches at the apparition of a startled rabbit scudding across the road. "sit still, Saidee!"". cried Rachel, when her timid sisterâ€"inâ€"law evinced every disposition to jump ignominiounâ€" sly out of the carriage. And Olivette Hall, once more resâ€" tored to her old position as Rachel‘s maid, moved quietly about the great rooms, and, if her thoughts ever reâ€" curred to the past, she never said so in words. "But isn‘t there any danger?" gaspâ€" ed Saidee. "Dangerâ€"no!" said Rachel. "If it‘s a question of will between a little mouseâ€"colored pony and me, do you suppose that I am going to be the one to yield? There, she‘s all right. She‘s only a little nervous, poOr dear." And Rachel touched the offending quadruped briskly with her whip, and drove on more dashingly than ever, while Saidee regarded her with adâ€" miring respect. § They were to remain at the Court to tea, and Geoffrey was to drive over in the close carriage, at the close of the evening, and bring them back. The clock had ‘struck eight, and Geoffrey was ready to start upon his mission. Mr. Martindale was sitting by the great readingâ€"lamp in the library, when his son looked into the room with a smile. "Goodâ€"bye, governor," he said, cheerily. "I‘m going for the girls now." "Goodâ€"bye, Geoff!" said Mr. Martâ€" indale‘; and the young man strode out into the silvery mist of the moonlight. Out there, dimly visible through the curious haze of the atmosphere, was the close carriage, with Drake the The man hesitated a minute before he replied. It‘s some one, sirâ€"a gentleman, I would sayâ€"as wants to see Mr. Martâ€" indaleâ€"on very particular business, he says." 4 "Drake," called out Geoffrey, peerâ€" ing into the mist, "whom are you talkâ€" ing to ?" Coéchnlan seated on the box "I am Mr. Martindale," said Geoff, with a ring of imperiousness in his tone. "What does this person want? I can‘t stand here waiting all night." Mr. Geoffrey Martindale whom I want to see, but Mr. Martindale, Senior. If you are going out, Geoff, pray let me not detain you." But Geoff, instantly recognizing the soft, plausible tones of Lynford Rockâ€" more‘s voice, planted himself resoluteâ€" ly across thé ‘door-way toward which the other was advancing as if sure of a welcome. "Stand off, Rockmore!" he said. "You can not enter this house!" TIMES & GUIDE, WESTON "But,"" flashed Geoff,| "I am the guardian of my Father‘s peace and quiet; and as I am perfectly aware that he does not wish to see you, I deâ€" cline to admit you to his presence." "sStand back!" uttered Lynford, «"gtand ~back!" ultered Lyr speaking through his set teeth will come in." By this time, however, the sound of inharmonious voices had jarred upon the everâ€"lasting ear of Lucius Martinâ€" dale as he sat reading by the lamp inâ€" side. He rose slowly. A certain sinkâ€" ing of his heart told him that the hour he had so long dreaded was at hand. He went out to the terrace, and laid his hand restrainingly on his son‘s uplifted arm. ‘"Stop a minute, Geoff," said Rockâ€" more, defiantly, "and I want my wife!" "You will never have her," angrily responded Geoff. ‘"She hates youâ€" shudders at the very sound of your name. She has come to us for protecâ€" tion‘ and shelter from youâ€"and she shall receive it." o. "No court of law in creation would justify you in detaining her from me, when once I have demanded her, you foolish boy!" shouted Rockmore. "She is mine, and you are bound to render her up to "Geoffâ€"my son," ‘urged the elder gentleman, "leave this matter to me, I entreat you. Young man‘"‘"â€"to Rockâ€" moreâ€" "take your answer once for all. My daughter is mine now; she ceased to be yours when you left her to starve unprotected and alone, so far as you were concerned, in the streets of New York. You have forfeited what little right you ever had to herâ€"and I wish you to understand definitely that I decline to give her up." Rockmore stroked his chin, and apâ€" peared to hesitate. "What .are you â€" waiting. for?" wrathfully demanded Geoff. "Do you want me to call the servâ€" ants to kick you down the, avenue? For I dislike to soil my own boots in the doing of so dirty a job." ‘Rockmore smiled an evil smile. "Some people might be offended at the spirit in which you have taken my very reasonable request," said he. "But I am a philosopher. Come. Let‘s be reasonable. If you really have any such deepâ€"rooted objection to giving me my wife, suppose you hand over to me a corresponding sum in good hard cash. You are a rich man, Mr. Martinâ€" dale," smiling at his fatherâ€"inâ€"law with insufferable impudence, "and I am but a chevalier of fortune. Buy me off. My claim, as you must acknowâ€" ledge, is indisputable. Make it worth my while to waive it, and I‘ll promise to take myself off to any part of the antipodes which you may choose to mention. â€" Otherwise, my wife is as much my own property as the boots Drake, a solemn old servant, who reâ€" garded "Mr. Geoff‘s" eccentricities with mild toleration, smiled a grim smile. on my feet, and I‘ll have her wrested from you by the arm of the law!" "Will you?" cried Geoff, defiantly. "We‘ll see about that!" "Stop, Geoff, stop!" cried his father "Don‘t do anything rash! Don‘t you see that the man‘is half intoxicated ?" But the words of warning came too late. Geoffrey had sprung upon the insolent adventurer, and, grasping his throat, flung him down the terrace steps into a bed of purple mosspinks which was gleaming in the moonlight like a magnified amethyst. "Drake," he cried to the coachman, "go around and loose Sir Galahad and Rosebud. Dog!" addressing Rockmore, who, muttering a volley of oaths, was slowly raising himself up, "you have just five minutes to be clear of these premises. If, after that, you are torn to picces by the wolfâ€"hounds, it is no fault of mine!" He burst out laughing as he saw the precipitate flight of the terrified misâ€" creant from the field of action. Drake had already brought the wolfâ€"hounds around, and Geoff stood holding them. by a leash, whose other end was fastâ€" ened to both their collars. Mr. Martindale sighed. "I am afraid this is only a temporary respite, after all, Geoff," said he. ‘"The fellow is right about having the law on his side. He will be here again. I see no end of the torments which he may yet conâ€" trive to cause us, through poor, heipâ€" less, loving little Rachel." | And so, bursting every now and then into a hearty fit of laughter at the recollection of Rockmore‘s pedestrian performances across the lawn, he jumâ€" ped into the carriage and bade the coachman drive on. Colonel and Mrs. Chaloner had reâ€" turned at the expected hour. Ivy had rushed, schoolâ€"girlâ€"fashion, into Rachâ€" el‘s arms, and the two had cried and laughed and hugged each other in a manner which astounded the graver and more selfâ€"contained Mrs. Geoffrey Martindale, until she began to compreâ€" hend the tie which bound them so tenderly together. And they had not half said all that they had to say, nor asked questions which they considered most imperatively necessary to be asked, when Geoff strode in and anâ€" nounced that it was past eleven. "I think he won‘t trouble us again toâ€"night," he said, with a shrug of the shoulders. "Only see him vault over the fence! He would have made a capitalâ€"runner. And wasn‘t it fortunate sir," turning with mirthful eyes to his father, "that Rachel wasn‘t here this evening of all evenings in the world ?" "And remember, Drake," he said, "not a word. about all this to any living soul, unless you want to be disâ€" charged and let Crooked Jim from the Jolly Sand Pipers take your place on the Martindale coachâ€"box." ‘‘You needn‘t ‘be atraid, sir," said he, "I knows when to hold my tongue and when to open it. I ain‘t one of those woman folks, as. is eternally chatterin‘ and cacklin‘.‘" "At all events," returned Geoffrey, cheerfully, ‘"‘the coast is clear for toâ€" night. Don‘t let them chain up the hounds until I return, sit." C So the little party broke up; Geoff and his wife in the close carriage, Rachel with Mr. Fountain, who had protested aloud against the injustice of "Rachel, poor darling, is as beautâ€" iful as ever,;" said Mrs. Chaloner. ‘"And Mrs. Geoffrey Martindale is reâ€" ally a very lovely woman." Colonel Chaloner laughed. "A very generous tribute," said he, "from the young lady who was intended by all me!" CHAPTER XLVI. Out in the Moonlight. Lynford Rockmore had succeeded in getting . clear of the Martindale Heights property at the very imperious request of his brotherâ€"inâ€"law, just in time to escape being hunted down by the two wolfâ€"hounds; but when he paused on the beach road, to get his breath, there was a wicked glitter in bis eyes, which boded no good to the authors of his discomfiture. It was as Mr. Martindale had said. Lynford had been drinking heavily, and the fumes of liquor, which had at first emboldened him, and rendered him reckless of consequences, were now beginning to mount into his brain and madden him with something very like a brief insanity. "They befy me, do they?" he mutâ€" tered, taking out his pocketâ€"flash, and swallowing yet another deep draught of, fiery spirits. "They hunt me> off their premises like a rat. They shall yet see what I can do to pay up this pleasant little accumulation of debt. They bhave had it all their own way toâ€" night; but my time is coming, yetâ€" mine!*‘ He walked slowly and sullenly aâ€" long, pausing ever and anon to look up and down the beach road. In the disâ€" tance the murmur of the waves soundâ€" ed on his ear as they crept softly up the strand. "I don‘t want to go there," he said aloud, staring in the direction of the sea. "Luck‘s down on me, and they‘re all at my heels like a pack of yelping curs. I‘m owing money in whichever direction I turn, and I don‘t know of a single friend in all the world whom I can turn to. No, I won‘t go to the Sand Pipers. I‘ll cut across country by the Mill Road, and lie low at Hopper‘s until I can serew what money I want out of old Martindale, and get even with that cur Geoffrey. I owe him one or two debts yetâ€"debts that I mean to repay with interest, before T‘m through with him." mAn(i Lynford Rockmore grinned in the moonlight with all the sweet exâ€" pression of a laughing hyena. Off across the marshy meadows he tramped, bearing steadily toward where the Great Dipper seemed to hang low in the heavens, shining sainâ€" tly through the â€"misty haze, crossing rude brierâ€"tangled fences, striding aâ€" cross reaches of plowed land, and now and then picking his way over narrow, brawling brooks, until he found himâ€" self standing on a little mossâ€"grown hillock, where once, years ago, there had been a stone quarry. On one side the road wound like a dim white ribbon in the spectral lightâ€"on the other a wilderness of weeds had grown up in the yawning mouth of the cavernous hole. Rockmore uttered a savage how! of disappointed rage as he stumbled into the briers of the deserted quarryâ€" mouth, directly upon someéething which crouched, warm and living, at his feet. "Hallo!" he shouted. ‘"Who are you?" The answer was an inarticulate snarl as some one.sprang at his throat. "Why," ejaculated Rockmore, turnâ€" ing purple as the savage grasp of the other tightened on his neck, "it‘s Sharâ€" key! It‘s old Bill! Let go of me, man! What are you strangling me for?" But old Billy Sharkey was too much maddened by terror to comprehend the words or to recognize the voice which spoke them. He had been postâ€" ed there as a sentinel, to secure the safe transfer of sundry small casks of spirit across the narrow neck of land, when a little vessel, already overdue, should touch at the point belowâ€"and in his drowiness he had fallen . asleep, coiled up like a serpent among the rocks and weeds. "vou‘re one of the revenue sharks, you be!"‘ shrieked old Billy. ‘"But you don‘t get aâ€"past this here spot! No, you don‘t, not if I knows 11. Billy was deaf and old; but he was wiry and agile in the extermest deâ€" gree; and Lynford, rendered hazy and uncertain in his motions by the liquor he had drunk, wasno more than a match for him in spite of his youth. wWith a vague idea that he was to be murdered, he flung himself violently upon the old smuggler, and for a moâ€" ment or so the two wrestled desperateâ€" ly and silently, until Rockmore, strikâ€" ing his foot against a stump, lost his balance and fell headlong over into the yawning chasm of the deserted quarry, dragging old Sharkey with him in his descent. "I‘m out of my way somehow," he said to himself, looking helplessly aâ€" round. "I don‘t remember this cursed hole. It oughtn‘t to be on this road. The fumes of the strong spirits were fast mounting into his brain. He reached out his hand to steady himâ€" self by the broken post of a ruinous strip of fence. "Mr. Rockmore!" Out of the white mist, like a phantâ€" om, rose the tall slight figure of someâ€" thing human. A woman had been walking hurriedly toward him, but the peculiar state of the atmosphere had rendered her invisible until now. Lynford stared stupidly at her. "Don‘t â€" touecn me!" Olivetite Hall cried, recoiling with a spot of horror, as in old times the daughters of Israel might have shrunk back from the conâ€" tact with a leper. "Why shouldn‘t L touch you?" irriâ€" tably demanded Rockmore. "Are you too good to be touched? I‘m a gentleâ€" man, I am. And you‘re only a low innâ€"keeper‘s daughter. But you‘ve a pair of bright eyes of your own, Olivâ€" etteâ€"and I swear I‘ll have a kiss out here under the moonlight!" He made a sort of drunken plunge at her, without calculating his distance And Olivette, who had been returning from carrying some wine and delicaâ€" cies to a sick girl out on one of the beach farms, avoided him by springing lightly across the chasm and disapâ€" pearing down the elm shadows of a neighboring lane. s "Why, it‘s Olivette," said he. "Pretâ€" ty Olivette. Come here and give me a kiss, you brownâ€"eyed vixen!" One fierce oath, one wild cry of terror as the two toppled over, a dull, heavy sound like the storke of a headsâ€" man‘s axe, then a dead, eternal silâ€" ence, the white glimmer of the moon overhead, the rustle of the mullein leaves and waving blackâ€"berryâ€"briers # Eagle House Block, His prophetic fancies were not withâ€" out a foundation. Rachel had scarcely been a widow for a year, when she came one day to her father‘s study, and seating herself on the arm of his chair, nestled close to his shoulder in the old childish way. "Papa," said she, playing with a particular lock of silver hair which overhung his brow, "I want.to ask you a question." above. Out of the splendor of the moonlight. world, the two crimeâ€"stainâ€" ed souls had gone to their last account. My pet," he answered, it would deâ€" pend very much upon the man whom you had selected for your second choiâ€" "It is for you to decide, papa," said Rachel, laying her cheek against his with a little sob. "I have been wild and willful all my life, but now I have vowed a solemn vyow never to risk my bappiness again without your sanction and consent. Because you are , my dearest friend, papa, and you love | me best of all the world. So it is for‘ you to settle. I told him to come toi you, and as you decided, so it should be."" \ "Very well, my darling," said Mr. Martindale. "I am ready to receive Mr. Morley Fountain any time that you choose to specify." "I am not quite blind nor deaf, my love," said Mr. Martindale, with misâ€" chievously eyes. "And I had a sort of vague idea that you did not dislike Morley Fountain. And, as for me,~I shall feel that I am quite safe in comâ€" mitting your happiness to such hands as his." So they both died and were buried without a living soul to mourn their loss. Mme. Vinardi never knew how her son perished, and if she did, it is not likely that she would have grieved for him much, or regarded the cirâ€" cumstances in any other light than a fitting judgement on him for the theft of her twentyâ€"five gold eagles. Rachel, his widow, put on no mourâ€" ning for the dead man when she learnâ€" ed that the hand of|Heaven had set her free at last. "I do not mourn that he is gone," she said. ‘"Why should I assume the somber draperies of conventional woe ? It is late in the day for meâ€" to play the hypocrite now." And, as the months rolled by, reâ€" moving the started look from her eyes, and restoring the old childâ€"like beauty and innocence to her lovely face, Lucâ€" ius Martindale‘s heart grew glad withâ€" in him. "The wound is not past healing," he said to himself. "My Rachel is a hapâ€" py child yet, still standing on life‘s theshold. One of these days I shall see her a happy wife, the cherished treasâ€" ure of a good man‘s heart." "Well, my darling?" he said, at tentively regarding her. ‘"Papa," cried. Rachel, crimsoning and dimpling all over, "how did you know that it was Morley Fountain?" And Olivette Hall never breathed to human ear the story of how she had met him like a wandering ghost by the White Quay upon that spectral night. They were found the next day by a farmer, as he drove his horses down the lane to gather a load of seaâ€"weed for topâ€"dressing his crops. Quite dead and cold, clasped tightly in each othâ€" er‘s arms, where they had fallen, each with his head against the sharp ledges of loose rock. â€" Lynford Rockmore‘s neck had been broken by the violence of the fall, but Sharkey was apparentâ€" ly unhurt, except for a small blue mark above his left temple. "Would y6u think me very rash and foolish ifâ€"if I were to marry again?" 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If a day was fair, He feared ‘t would rain, and if chanced to rain, x He deemed the sun would never shi agailn. If he was well, he feared ill heal were nigh, â€" If he was sick, of courseâ€"that he _ would die! t 4 He worried over troubles small or _ vast, In ev‘ry tense; the present, fnture,.é pastâ€" â€" ial And worried day and night, in dvear land, too; 5 He worried human beings whom he. knew, â€" al And lost, at last, his friend, and ev‘4 rything f Except the pleasure of just worryN L‘envoi: 5 And Rachel, a beautiful young m tron, with goldenâ€"haired chil’{i‘é playing about her feet, stands otf’-*g summer evening at the gate and Li tens to hear her father‘s footstep cor ing down the lane, a living deme stration: of the fact that a gfrl‘s',“lé need not necessarily be a wreck, evi though she may once have been wi and willful. Olivette Hall lives at the rectory Mrs. Fountain‘s maid. She has men got back her roses although in heal she is apparently quite well, and cor and goes, a quiet, flaxenâ€"haired. st dow, as busy as she is noiseless, di iving a certain daily happiness out life which she once believed con never be her portion. j Don‘t ever worry over what may, Most troubles are the ones we n foresee. i Mary Secor has been proumoted the position of housekeeper at Mar dale Heights, on the resignition of Mrs. Lufton, who has gone to ce w a married son; and Saidee rules o her domain with sense and dign and grows daily nearer and more m to her fatherâ€"inâ€"law‘s heart. Wi Geoff, settling down into â€" & hbro shouldered, ruddyâ€"complexianed co try gentleman, first om the .Bom;d Magistracy, and renowned in the eC mns of agricultural newspapers a judge of fat cattle, a connoissenmr thoroughâ€"bred horses, seems to h found his exact level in life. Mme. Vinardi business thriw’res,, such business always will thrive, wh people continue to be fools. But she getting stout and apoplectic, and t neighbors on the floors above and I low sagely precict that one day s will be found dead in her chair. . And perhaps society will not be very great loser by any such dispe sation, as this. Colonel and Mrs. Chaloner are se enely happy at the Court, amd M Bramerel, who is at last really a: truly married to a rich and rheumat old banker in New York, often com down to visit them, in diamonds ar camel‘sâ€"hair shawls and superh to ets, and is never weary of enumera ing, "my carriages, my box at the 0J era, my receptionâ€"nights, my Wedne] day atâ€"homes!" The old banker, very parsimonious, and his wife fin it no sinecure to screw the mon from him which she needs to car, on their brilliant society campaigt But Fovorita, being by nature a sch mer, rather enjoys this sort of di lomacy. It gives a zest to the othe wise flavorless cup of her existan can steal the time from business. it is noticeable that, without going any dress which the world cam mourning, Edaline bas never r anything but black since Liyz Rockmore‘s death. PACGE THREE bEp@RpEaw wESTON & o 20