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“You never liked excuse. wife her “Felicia,” she cried. “you are a greater mystery to me than ever. Imagine knowing such a man as that and never speaking of him ! You must be as unimpressionable as marble.” So this was the prosaic end of my love- story 1 Had he cared for me 2 I could not tell ; but I believed he had. or he would not have kissed me. He tad loved me with a. feeble apology for love which had died when he saw the fair face of Lady Jesmond. I had tasted happiness but to lone it: ; I had dreamed my love-dream but to wake and find it vanished. I had been unspeakably happy for a. few days, and now,without any warning, {the cup of happiness had been dashed from my lips' the blissful delusion had been dispelled. When Lora Saxdn had gone, Lady mond turned to me. "Felicia," cried L'er Saxon. "you will bring Lady Jesmond over to Dunroon 2" “When she likes to go,” I answered. And then Lord Saxon rose to depart. He really must go, he said ; he had stayed much longer than_he ought. But even after that declaration he lingered, talking to be r, and watching her every movement with admir- ing eyes. ' “I will think about it," ansm red Lady Jeamoud. “I never make hunried pro- “I should like to show you the place,” he said. Felicia. will drive over with yogi” _, , When Lady Je=mond returned to the room. laugling at the nurse’s anxiety and unnecesiary alarm, he‘ immediately left me‘ and the next; momentI heard him beaueching Lady Jesmond to drive over to Dnurm u. a How_ deaf he was to the anguish that rang in my voice 1 He laughed frankly. I p patently unaware of the pain he had Cilluud “So my mother said, Felicia; and I am afraid it in Hue. But I want to talk to you of yourself.” "I sEould like to see vourr {chain '"P'aul‘s little son," he said. “C.rta.in1y his widow is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” “And you worship beauty," I ten arked, biggprlyt I told him I had decided on nothingâ€" that f« 1' the [regent I should rem sin with Lady Jesmond, as she led aeked me ; a‘ao than my aunt was tco ill to be n moved. I could have cried out in my anguish that I had ht pad, had thought that he was c:m ing to settle my future for me ; but I shrouded myselt In a mantle of pride. If his love for me was so weak that it had died at sight of a. fairer face” what tad it been worth 2 "You are very noble and very good,” he said. "I have ttought a great deal about it. and I cann 1t expxeas to you how glad I am to see you carry such 9. brave heart, Felicia. Have you decided yet what you will do I?“ “I tell: it mo t deeply ; but sent it. I loved my cousin am glad that his son will tata." The loss of Jeamond Dene was so trifling to me in comparison with this other and greahr loss tna: I could have laughed at the qtesticn ;but I answered it soberly enough. Hut-1w?)de 'were kind enough,but the very k'ndness was 3.5a dagger thus: into my h-arn; it showed me how completely his love was dead. :ntu “Fe‘eciaz” he said, turning to me, "I cannot tell you how grieved and distressed I am at your sudden rev: rsal of fortune. I could hardly believe my eyes when I read my mother’s letter, and found that Jesmond Dene was no longer yours. D.) you feel the loss greatly ?" "He is a. dreamer of dreams,”I said to myself, whilst 1 bittu‘ pain seiud my heart; "ané now they are of hi 1', not of me.” Nello and I were left on the balcony alone. He had come to talk to me of the silvery moon ,and the mghtingale’s son . Alas, alas his eyes followed Lsdy Jesmon , and. when she had vanished from tis sight, he stood with a. dreamy, musing trails on his lips. ‘ “Trothe l" he repeated. "Why. it would give me the greatest pleasure and de- light.” ‘ :'We will aptak of it later," she said. Then came an interruption, in the shape of a message from the nursery, saying that Mrs. Rivera would be glad if Ltdy Jesmend would go there at once' as S :- Guy did not seem W111. “Iuwas an exocpt'on," she said. “It is the cynf-J accomplishment above all 0th 1‘: that I nlsn.” ' Int me teach you," he begged eagerly. “You would not bk: the trouble," she laid_coqq§tt|§hly. “Nut ride I” cried Lord Saxon. thought all ladus rqde ip Indlar 1_” V When the feeling>of pain hai somewhat podemted, I hmrd what they Wt 1‘3 nay- mg.“ . An hour passed, and still the convi nation was kt pt up with unflsgging interest. A 1 Lady J esmond’s power of fascination were brought into play. Once or twice his lordship turned to me with some common- place remark, and at one bright smile from her he instantly forgot me. We were still out on the balcony, Lard Saxon seated by her side, whilst I stoad gazing at the roses with a. faint sad heart. What had happened that the light had seemed to have lett the sun and the fragrance to have fled from the flowers? Lord Saxon was “a lorer of beauty and a dreamer of dreams "â€"I knew itâ€" and, now that he had met with a woman of sunpzssing loveliness, he would worship at her shrine. Why need I mind? “With a. smile on my face I stood there whilst my heart was slowly breaking ;for I new, just as well as if they had disclosed their thoughts, that a passionate mutual love was burning in their hearts. He could never have loved me ; it had been but a [mating fancy. That woman bad at: rmed his heart; with her beauty, and he had surrendered, “It did not follow son,” she said, 'e_x_s presentiment ou must to sugge THE STORY 01“ MY LOVE. NELLO. CHAPTER XII. 1: until he that I should not like and then added, "I that I shall become his Lady Saxon,” I made ‘ake him asks you Ido not re. Paul, and'I have the es- whm Jes In the how muc standing won 1 1 face, h would there. I It was aluxul y to be alone, to pour forth unrcs‘rainedly tne agony of n y heart. to crouch down on the 1mg ioft grass and sob out my grief. They were singing so exquis- itc ly, the nightingales, and yet the sweat muisc seemed to [tear my Vexy heart. He would have loved and married me but for her i eaven forgive meâ€"in that moment Iha‘e er! Ah, if she had but remained in Indiaâ€"if my oousim Psul had but lived l and the plaint of Bionoa among the nightin- gaies came home to me. She had not reached him atmy heart, With her the tongue. as snakes indeed Kill flies: nor had I, {or my part, Yearned after, in my desperate need, And followed him. as he did her, To coasts left bitter by the tide. Whose very nightingale, elsewhere Delightinz, torture and deride. For still they sing. Ihe nightingales “I would not for her white and pink, Though such he likes. her grace of limb. '1' honhgilfiksuch he has praised, nor yet I t . For life itself. ihough spent with him. Commit such sacrilege. affront God's nature. whirh is love, intrude 'Tw'lxt two aflianoed souls, and hunt Like spiders in the altar wood. I cannot hear those nigntingaies i "If she chosa ein, some gentler guise She might hiveeinned in. go it seems. at”. Mina” L A} the close (fa sultry day, when the moon was shining War the sreeo. I went quietly to hear the uightingales, u I had once gone with Nello. Bitter were my thoughts, but and bitttr we re :1 y tears. She had 1aken him fr m me, this beautiful wo- man whose little son had robbed me of n y inheritance. The month of June came round again,and still I was an inmate of Jesmond Dene. I could not leave, first, b(ca.use I had solemn- ly [romised to remain (If a time, and se- c: ndiy because my smut Annette, who was 'yiug ill with a spinal complaint, could herd y endure my being out of her preaence. All rature emiluu in the summer sun, and the nightingales once again awoke the (choea of the night with their melodioun song. _ I could not help noting that there were times when Lady Jesmond seemed unhappy, whsn she was restless and uneasy, and started at the least sound, grew pale when she heard an unusual noise. I found her at intervals, with her lace clouded in thought and her bright blue eyes shadowed. It struck me that she spent much more time with Mrs. Rivers than she had hitherto done. They were in constant and close companionship. always talking eagerly, e 1'- nestly, and in whispers. Two other things struck me as extreme'y singularâ€"how little thought Lsdy Jesmonvl bestowed upon her dead husband and how littte love she show- ed for her child. All her interest centered in Lord San n. "I do not like Lady Jesmond," she said to me one day when We were alone : "I never liked her. and Inever shall. I do 10% trust her. Th: re is something strange and mysterious in her manner which repels even more than her glittering loveliness. I am anxious that my EOD should be h; ppy ; but I wish he had chosen differently" she concluded, with_a sigh: They can re acknowledged lovers when she spoke in that euthn instic fashion; but no time had been settled for the marr'age. My. aunt Annette was s'ill lying ill, and Lndy Sam was miserable. - "I {alde of ambition once," she said to me ; "I never could have had any. I would marry Lard Suon if he were a peasant in- stead of a prince, as he is." "Do you love him so much," I asked. "Love him," she exclaimed, w ith a. warm glow on her faceâ€"‘ 1 ve him? That is a weak expreLsit n, Felicia. I t is something deeper and stvonger than simple love, I el- wsys knew, she continued, "that i( I ever loved as all. it woull be in terrible earnest. I wish I had more moderation and greater self-control." It we: lmpOlBible for me not to watch Nello and Lady Jesmoud as they saunter-ed amid the trees and fl )wers, her bright love- ly face and golden hair oon‘ mating with i dark, proud. manly beauty. Never we lover more devotrd than L rd Saxon. He came every day. sometimes twrce; and I could hear his vtioe cal'iug "Gabrielle, Gi- brielle I“ as he sought her in the grounds. He was proud of her love, and he gloried in her lnllinnl: buntv. If by any cl ance he came when she was engaged or absent, she would pour out all his pusionsts loving thoughts to mi. Lnahings from a. fiery whip could not I ave stung me more; but I listened witha. smile on my lips, though every word lacernted my luau. As for Lidy Jenmand, she gave herself up com- pletely to her lovezd) e rm. A year passed, and to me it was of slow torturing agony. My strength deserted me, the colour faded from my cheeks, the light from my eyes ; but I kept my secret. _No one, except perhaps Lady Sexcn, had the faintest idea. that Ihad ever cared for the handsome Lord of Dunroon. "You m‘ght have been sure. knowing what a superior man he is. Now I shall cultivate his mother's friendslip, and, Fe- licia,‘ you will take me to Dunroon 1" "Jilio not forget him. But! Felicia. why did §ou never speak to me of Lord 30(- on?‘ you i" I asked. ew 1‘ I liked,’ she szid laughingly. S‘Why, Felicia, do you not see 2” ‘ Sae what !" I asked impatiently. “Why, that he is in love with me from the first moment that we met 1 I felt it ; I am sure ol it. And, Felicia, Felicia, I am afraid my own case is like his 1 He is the first man I have seen whom I should care to love or marry."_ “You forg'et Paul,” I said, shocked at her words. JV __. . -.....vu u... cu u. uncut . u 5 She might have ticked out both my eyesI And still see 1111 in my dreams, 0:- drugsed me in my soup or wine. Nor left me angry afterward. To die here withh a hand in mine, His brea h uopn me. were not hard. Our Lady. hush those nightingales i u .. ............Sing theyso. And you be silent? Do I speak. ‘ And you not hear? An arm you throw Round some one. and I feel so weak. 0h.owl-like birds 1 They sing for spite, They sing for hate, they sing for doom'; They;ills1ing through death,who sing through 11 g t They‘ll sing and stun me in the tombâ€" The nighungaies. the nightingales !" “How could I tell the topic would interest >D€ marinas of m h I had loved now on the t ‘ worshipping CHAPTER XIII. 3V8 .mm. Hc )alcony wie the beauty ' her wan ips. And 1 "was Jyln and broken-beamed 1111 me In the tombâ€" the nightingales !" )all‘ wan I realizid would be her eyes. She began to pace up and down ‘ revving-room. “You will think that I am I strangely to night," she said. “] euey ; I cannot rest." I attempted to go, but she 01 "Felicia, do not leave me !” “It is strange,” she said present rare humility, “than out of all the‘ women Nt llo should have chosen m “I do not think so,” I replied “I am sure it is cold." she remarked, after a. pause ; and once again she shudder- ed. She was looking at me with wide-opened frightened eyes. "He would sooner forgive murder than deceit l” she echoed. The words had 5. strange sound as she uttered them, and made a lasting impression upog me. ' “He hates trickery an'l deceit," I an- swered. “He would, I beiieve. almont for- give murder sooner than anything of that nature." “It would depend altogaher on the na- ture of the wrong commuted? I replied. “I should imagina that; he would be ready to overlook ordinary faults and weaknesses; but there are some things that he would never pardon.” "I will :try to be," she enid. “Fulioia.,,' she continued, drawing my face down to here and kissing it again, “you have known Nello longer than I have; do you think, if he loved any one very much, and found out that she he loved had done a grant wrong. he would forgive readily ?" "Very many do,” I repliedâ€"who had madea. greater one tlau I? "But surely you are not amcmz the |number, Gabnelleâ€" you can have made no mistake in your life 1" She looked at me with wistful longing eyts» "I did not know.“ she said, “that pure love brought so much with it. I find the first thing is a. craving to be worthy of n." “I hope you are Worthy ,of it," I answer- ed gravely. Her curious words and man- ner began to make me feel anxious. ' Ia it comer than usual to night?” she asked. "The air l8 sweet with roses. but It seems to me chill ;“ and I felt a shudder pass 0Vur the graceful figure. "I wish," she added, with sudden melancholy, “thst I had my lee to begin over again. All people 111 she grave mistakes at one time or another In theu‘ lives, do they got ‘3" “You have nothing to fear? 1‘ said, with dxflifulfiy. The blow which I had 50 lung expected had at last fallen. 1 mmt go away, far away, where I ;could never hear of 1' see eit‘hng 9f them zgginrl “This summer? she repeated; “and, now that my«happinesa is to near, 1â€"1 am afraid of itâ€"afraid 1" she reapeated, raising her face and kissing me. “Can you say any- thing that will give me courage ?“ "I shall remember to day above all other days." she said; "it is the happiest of my life. Felicia, I am shy at telling you my good news. Lord Snon has asked me to be his wife, and wishes me] to marry him this summer.” There was a dead silence as her voice died away ; the smile on hu- face was full of unutterable content. â€"' â€""rrl ' The 'white inns tightelletiv their claap and the beautiful held nestled more closely to me. “But you are good now, berielle,” said, anxious only to Men the coming a. nouncement. “I will be better I” she cried. “Ob. Felicia, 1 {10 1191: defiance. to 136 79-0 lmppy l” “Listen to me, Felicia,” she'said. l'I am the baplicat woman in the whole wide world. 011, I wxll be goodâ€"I wzll indeed be ggod I” Two warm soft arms were plated round my neck, a goldm head nestled on my bosom, a. fair bewilcniug face was turned to mine. tears shone in the blue eyes. "No," I answexéd faintly; but my heart told me what wps coming. “1 WI” flea good woman my whole life 1mg,” she said auddenly, “I,wnll be as good in Wl mm can be ; for, oh, Felicia, I am so happyâ€"l am so unutterably happy I Do you know what has happened)" Then he was gone ; and she stood gazing after him with a smile sweet and tender. sucu as I had seldom seen on her face be- fure. \Vo stood together [once more; her face was full of emozion, her eyes were full of figars 9! joy. The remembrance of her dazzling beauty of that ev'ping Will never have me. I remember, too, how she sang to him, and how he leaned adm'r- ingly over her chair and drank in the music of her sweet vo 0e; and then tney went out on to the balcony, where he bade her good night, bending down and kissing hu‘ lips, and breathing pa sionate words into her ears which seemed to stir her into new life. “I hope," she answered calmly, "that I shall never commit a greater." ‘ I do not think you could commit a. sin if you tried,” be said, his eyes looking into bars with deep yearning love; and, to my surprise, instead of bmiling, her grnvuy d1 epened. CHAPTE R XIV. There was a surprise in store for me when I returned from my oismal ramble. I found that Lord Saxon had remained rather latar than usual, and that Lady Jesmond had dis- carded her widow’s weeds. Never shall I forget the vision of loveliness that met my dazed 'eyes. She wore a. dress of pile VIO- let Vleet. which contrasted well with her golden tresses and exquiiite ccvmplexion. I had seen, not many days before, Lord Sax- on teke the little crape ca' from her head, and all her shining hair in l in agolden mass of ripples snd waves about her shapely shouluers. She looked up at him with sudden grav- ity. _ V “It in more than a sin to cover such hair," be said. cousin : she was the mother of his hlil’; she was mistress of the house that had been mine : she had mom y, lands; and now she had taken him I Was it fair, because she had the brightness of the stars in her eyes and the sheen of the sun in her hair, that she should take him from me ‘I Was it. fair that she should stand -in the circle of his arm, and I lie forsaken there? Was it. fair that she shorli take his enemas and his kisses while I s' retohed out n y arms to the emp'y air? “What are they! ' she asked breathless- Was it just? I cried ta the ri‘ent shining thVeDS‘ She had everything. She had had pbe trusting love of my prighy young presently, with all the‘ world of behaving I am un- ried out the long quickl every school-room. Jn preter’s inq uiry,one of t; the most Lflicacioua pun tory bova was to be can hat.â€" [Dgutsche Hutma The Dunce’s Cup in the East. A pxrty of sientific travellers who had gone out to Egypt to examine the Pyramid spent a. portion of their time in visiting the public elementary schools in Cziro. \Vnat was their surprise to see a European “stove- p‘pa” ham hanging on the wall in almost One of Fi'ouae’s etories of Carl 10. Y It is no exaggeration to say that if one of the stories in Froude's “ Thomas Carlyle” had been published during the historian's life no woman. unless possibly one of his kinsfolk as hard as himself, would ever have spoken to him again. His Wife, sufl'ering from the combined effects of chronic neu- ralgia and a terrible tall, with the nerves and muscles of one side entirely disabled lay on her bed, unable to close her mouth. Hs came into her room. looked at her, while he leaned against the mantelpieceâ€"an act intensely irritating to a woman not vain, in- deed, but proudly desirous not to look illâ€" and said: "Jane. ye had better shun your mouth. Jane, ye'll find yourself in a more ccmpaot and pious frame of mind if ye shut your month." That Mrs. Carlyle endured this gibe and afterwards remained near the man who inflicted it upon her, says much tor her constancy; but no woman who reads its crude brutality canafterwards be op- 11 to conviction that there was anything tgood about Carlyle. It was with the Strakosch and Litta Companies that his greatest successes were made. While with them he appearrd with such great artists as Marie Roze, Torriani, Annandale, Litta, Brignoli, Tagliapietra, Kellogg, Carey. Perugini, Conly, etc. The Boston Herald in speak- ing of his debut there said : “Another debutant, Mr. J. F. Thomson, scored the success of the evening by his artistic singing. He possesses a magnificent baritone voice of over two octaves in compass, particularly strong and pure, even in all its registers and highly cultivated, which he uses with great taste and expression. His numbers were “The Torreador Song" (Carmen) and “Si tu Savais” (Balfe.) He was enthusi- ast'onlly encored after each, and his num ber given in response, “Good Company” Adams), and “Awake” by the same com- poser, but increased the good impression his first selections excited.” ' Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, remain in Toronto until the spring, when they ex- pect to go to New York, and finish their musical studies. Two Popular Singers. Mrs. Agnes Corlett-Thomson, who will be remembered by many of our read- ers as Miss Corlett. is rapidly coming to the front as a singer of much more than average merlt. Her voice is a pure, sweet “stoccato” soprano, particularly strong, and marked with a fullness of tone and purity of production but seldom met with. She is also a good type of an ideal Canadian, rich in good health, with that bright and c'ear complexion charac- teristic of her_countrywomen. Last May she married Mr. J. F. Thomson, a bar- tone of whom Canada may well be proud. As yet a young man, he has has already filled engagements with a number of high class opera. and concert Companies. Nello and Lxdy Jesmond rode away r10- gether, and there was no shadow Ou hu‘ lovey Isuzhing face a; she wished me a pletunt “Good morning," Tm y went to the nursery, whence I heard issue peals of sweet chlldlflh laughter. I went after them with a message [or Lar'y Jasmond. Lord Saxon was tossing the chlld in his arms. delighting and frighten- ing him at the same time. Luy Jesmond was speaking to the nurse at the other end of the room and aged: I caught the _words. "Be careful, Gsbrielle ;" and once more I wondered why the nurse should presume so to address her mistress. 'Juat aaI had prophesied, L rd Saxon came over quite only, as he wanted to drive Lzoy Jeamoud to St. Michael’s Pritry, a fine ruin about ten miles dis- taut. “A whole day try, darling, out in the sunshine together 1" I heard hing) say.“ “G )Od night, Felicia,” she a: i l; “y )u have comforted me." I kissed her, and said "Good night." When I awoke the next mowing, my first thought was that I must go from Jeqmond Dene. I could not bear to remain in the place that had seen my hopes crushed and my love In}! 163on blasted. I'You will b; happiu‘ thin ever to-mor- row,” I said. "Lnd Saxon wxll come over to Jezmond Dene quite early, and will want to dxive you or ride thh you to one of your favourite ba‘un s. Than you will romp on the staircase with little (by; you will ‘go ofl'in excellent spirits; and you w‘ll have quite forgotten your prestntiment when you retuvn,” “He loves you because you are one of the most beautiful." She looked sad and disappointed. "D; you think it 13 only {or my beauty that he loves me 2" she asked. ‘ Yes, often," I answered. “Have th- y been real'zad 2" she asked. “More often than not,” I rop‘ied. “I have a. presentiment to-nightâ€"a. feeling the: tells me tomorrow will not be like to- day.” Then I advised her to go to rest. Her face wm burning her éyas were shining witha strange light, hér golden hair had fallen over her shouldels in careless profusion. Never was vision of wommhoad so fair I “I am so loath to see the bapp'est day of my life come to an cud,” she said. “than I feel compelled to linger here. Felicia, have you ever had what people c311 at presen‘ i- m1 In ? ’ "Not now," she answered slowly. ‘ It would once; it: will mt satisfy me now. 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