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7‘ Miss,"vshe said. “ I meent to out these lilies, to lay on your uncle’s graveâ€"but everyone seems to have forgotten him now." “I looked up hurt at the woman’s words. “ Iâ€"Iâ€"did not know you wanted 'them for that purpose, Mabel,” I said, “or, of course, I would not have touched them. I do not wish to do anything disrespectful toy‘l'gis meluory.” Then I went out and gathered some of the old-fashioned spring flowers which grew in the garden at the back of the house. \Vell‘ :flowers and greet beds of lilydn-the-valley abounded here. When I was pulling the lilies. my late uncle’s housekeeper came down one of the narrow garden walks and address- ed me in tones, I thought, of suppressed anger and _gr_ief. _ _ “ Wgy Alice, how bright you look 1" said Aunt Sarah, regarding me in her usual affectionate way. “ Surely the air of Dere- ham must agree with you dear, and yet I’ve always heard it was very depressing, from lying so near the river.” I laughed. “ It‘s so lovely,” I said, “ I could never feel dull in Dereham. I think.” She made no answer to this. She stood there looking at: me, with her dark eyes fixed on my face, and her mouth tightly closed. Did the sun shine brighter after I heard these words, and the air seem lighter, and ‘the sky more blue? A strange, new joyous- uess at least seemed to thrill through my being, and to fill my whole heart with glad- ness. Yet what had he said? Nothing, I told myself after that happy walk by the river was over, and we had returned togeth- er to Mr. Yorke’s house to lunch. “ Country girls must be very charming 'then," said Gerard. still with his eyes fixed Lupon my face. “ Do you know many more of the same type_a.s yourself, Miss Denby ‘2” Yet the happy feeling in my heart re- mained. I caught myself singing aloud that afternoon as I went from room to room in my poor uncle’s house; arranging and rearranging the old, handsome furniture to my test. Garard Yorke had prtmised to come in about eight in the evening to see how we were getting on, and I had almost forgotten about the mysterious letter of warning now. “Which pf our authors is it, who says that the smell of the hedge rose is sweet ?” continued Gerard. “I agree with our author; I prefer acountry-bred girl toa cenventional one.” “ Did he often walk here ‘3” I asked, gently, for after all it was only natural that Mabel should grieve for her old master. “ Sometimes,” she answered, “ and to my mind he walks here still.” “ What do you mean ‘2" I said. “ The dead are not as far away from us as we think,” she replied ; and then, with- out another word, she turned away, leaving me feeling certainly Avery uncomfortable. But when Gerard Yorke came, every- thing'seemed to‘grow bright again. We had tea in the breakfast-room, but as we sat and chatted, some book was mentioned Lhat Gerard Yorke wished to refer to, and. as he said he knew it was in the library, we went together to seek it. A fire was in the grate, for my aunt had ordered fires to be lit in all the sitting. rooms, and the library fire was burning brightly as we went in. I laughed-ind b'lushed;'a. foollsh girl, pleased witha. compliment from a hand- some man. “ “"hat ! not one word of admiration,” he said, “for our show View? I expected you to go 'into ecstacies, Miss Danbyâ€"all young ladies do.” The. broad and Winding Dere gleaming in “the morning sun between its wooded banks, the great trees drooping over its waters, and dipping their boughs into its glittering wavelets. Then aboveâ€"standing out against the bright blue skyâ€"the grey cathedral towers, and the grey, time-worn, ivy-cover- ed walls which surrounded it ; and further away the green woods on the hill-sides, and the ancient town lying beyond. [t was like a 'picture â€"-so still, so calm, so beautiful, "and yet so full of life and variety. Here the cloisterâ€"there the townâ€"the quiet con- templative life on one side, and the busy noisy one on the other, and between them the rippling river gliding on in its unruflied Way. Idid not speak at first. It seemed so beautiful to me that I could not speak, for conventional words are too .old and tame to express any strong feeling. and somehow this picture by the river filled me with deep emotion. Then, when I glanced at 'Gerard Yorke, I saw he was watching my Jace. “Then I can't be a regulation young lady," I answered smiling. “I am only a. country girl, you know, and do not know how to express myself properly.“ T followed him, only too well pleased to go. It was a. beautiful morning in the early spring-time, and after we had passed under the ancient stone arch-way, which Gerard Yorke spoke of, we suddenly came upon the loveliest scene in the World. ‘ “ Come into the garden, Maud," he said, “ or rather come and have a. peep at the Dere, Miss Denby? At the back of these houses there is an old archway which opens into the woods by the side of the river, and this morning it will, I am sure, look charm- n "15-. .. It was, indeed, scrupulously clean, and well kept. Mabel Neal was a good house- keeper at all events, and I began to think it was foolish to part with her. But while my aunt and Mrs. Yorke were discussing this point. Gerard touched my arm. \Ve did this. .Aunt Sarah, Mrs. Yorke, and Gerard Yorke and myself went that morning from room to room, and from land- ing to landing. It was a large house, and, as Gerard said, there were closets enough in it to contain a. dozen skeletons. But we found nothing mysterious, and nothing that we could find fault with. But’n Mr. Yorke and Gerard were in the breakfdst-mom when we went down stairs. Gerard louked even handsomer than the night before, and he presently proposed that we should all go over my poor uncle’s house in daylight), and see if we could find anyone hidden in the cupboards Author of " Tu DARKNESS. C HAPTER III. VICAR‘S GoVEnNEss,” “ FOOTPRINTS IN THE SNOW, BY DORA RUSSELL, [ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.] “I will do that,” answered Mabel, and she went with me across the hall, and in the breakfast room, which was all alight, with a. glowing fire and the gas lit, we found Aunt Sarah sitting comfortably. “ My dear child,” she said, addressing me as I entered the room, “ whatever have you been doing ‘21 heard Mr. Yorke go away some ime ago. Have you been talking to Mabel. Mabel,” she continued, speaking to Mabel Neal, “ the three new servants that Mrs. Yorke has engaged for us are coming to- morrow evening. Did you know that '1” “ Mis. Yorke thinksrevé shali‘ want three in this large hgpse,_”_pygc§eded Aunt Sarah. “ Does Ehe ‘3” séid-MébéITELEâ€"thgg-gfié left the room. I spent a. very miserable night. At least, I felt dreadfully nervous and afraid, and constantly kept hold of Aunt Sarah’s hand, for We slept together on thls first night in our‘new home. “Come with me to door 8.1: least, then,” I said, but do not frightenfléupt Sarah.” But I heard or saw nothing. The sun- shine came streaming into the windows in the early mornin , and with its light my fears seemed to y away, and other.and sweeter thoughts took their place. Then the rook: began to claw in the old trees be- hind the cathedral walls, and l fancied al- most that I_ heard the ripple of the river. I did hear it later in the day, for I met Ger. ard Yorke in the street, and again we went through the ancient archway at the back of " There’s nofiuing éfifiggééf’igggvered Mabpl, almost under her breath. “ Come wi’th me,” I saidgto Mabel, “and let us search the library.” But Mabel refused. “I dare not go, Miss,” she said. “ It’s an awful thing walking about and meeting those we cannot see I N o, I_dar§ not go.” ll(1,, n1 I hesitatedâ€"I felt ashamed again to send for Mr. Yorke, and if I send for a. policeman what would Aunt Sarah say? I felt con- vinced indeed that she would leave the houseâ€"would probably leave Dereham 8.1- together if she had another fright so soon. _And to leave Dereham now !‘I I thofigfié of Gerald Yorke at that moment, and this recollection gain/e mg gounge. _ Yorke ?” a. IEoment orl two latlerrksikfiejd Mabel.” “This is nonsense, folly,” I said, but still her words had a. weird and painful ef. fect upon my mind. My uncle had died in the libraryâ€"had been called away in a. mo- mentâ€"his lust wishes undeclared, his will unmade ! Could his spirit still lingervabout the familiar scene? I asked myself, and I shivered and turned cold at the very thou ht. “ hall I go for a. policeman, or Mr. - “That the old man cannot rest in his grave,”&nswered Mabel turning away her head. “Of course I am dreadfully afraid,” I an- swered. “ Who can it be? Someone must get into the house! \Ve must send for a. policemanâ€"and Mr. Yorke.” _ “ Neither a. policeman nor Mr. Yorke can frighten the dead, Miss Denby,” said Mabel in 78’. deep solemrg pope. “And you thinkâ€" ?" Isaid growing Pale; “ Mabel !” I said breathlessly, “some one is in the library ! I have had a terrible frightâ€"something grasped my hand.” “Anti you are afraid?" said Mabel slowly, and she came towards me. But I had sufficient presence of mind not to rush into the breakfashroom where Aunt Sarah was sitting. I ran instead into the housekeeper‘sâ€"room which was on the same floor, and there I found Mabel Neal appar- ently reading. As it fell something cold and vice-like grasped my hand as in a. grasp of iron ! I gave a. cryâ€"I saw nothingâ€" but I heard one singlf word. ‘ - ' ‘7 Beware !” was hissed into my ears as if from the book-case, and dragging my hand away, with a. shriek I ran trembling and panting from the room. I learned there thinking of Gerard Yorke. I sighed and smiled, and passed one hand over my face, and then .et my arm fall carelessly down by my side. I followed him to the door of the room and then turned back. I had never felt so happy before. My heart was beating fast, and my cheeks were burning. I went up and leaned against the shelves of the bookcase, which extended completer across one side of the room. “ Thank you,” he said, “ I shall see new beauties in Dereham nowâ€"but; good-night. I Will not disturb your aunt, so you must say good bye for me to her. Good night Egain.” And once more he pressed my and. “ Yes,” I half-whispered; and my head fell low. “Yes, it is pretty; but a. young man needs something more than green lanes and winding rivers, and gray old walls to amuse his fancy. These are all very enjoyable and beautiful when one has a charming girl for a. companion, but they grow dull enough to me, I confess, when I'm alone Butâ€"l may walk with you sometimes, and see you some- times, may I not, Miss Denby ?” “ And' yet its is so beautiful," I said, softly. “ Good heaviens !” he said, “ do you know what time it is? Half-past ten o‘clock ; we must have been here more than an hour, Miss Denby.” “ Indeed I” Ianswered'with alittle laugh. “Yes, indeed,” echoed Gerafrd. “ And what is more,” he added, “Ihave never spent such a. pleasant; hour beiore. You- have given a. new charm to Dereham, Miss Denby, for I confess I was about weary of itbefore you came." But howeverlougitwasitseemea too short! The bright fire burnt low bgfore we had ended our pleasant talk, for suddenly Ger- ard bent down and drew out his watch to see the time by the__d_ying embers. “How comfortable this room is 1” ex- claimed Gerard: and after we had found the book he wanted, we stood by the fire and chatted, I knew not how long. Then he took my hand in his and pressed CHAPTER I ’ “ QUITE TRUE,” &c‘ . Sh? wag} proud woman, .and she chose her friends chiefly for their position. She loved the world, and the’world’s good name, I felt very angry. I had tried to be kind to her, for I had pitied her for the loss of her old master, and the changes which his sudden death had caused ; and I had often talked of the provision that I intended to make for her when she left us. But her manner had been so rude to me that I could not help noticing it, and when Gerard came in during the afternoon I told him of it. But he only laughed. “ My little girl,” he said, “don’t you vex yourself about trifles. Try to look your prettiest to night, for I want all the old fel- lows to envy me.” And with a. fond kiss upon my cheek he went away. The reason that he wished me to look my prettiest that night was because Mrs. Yorke had a. dinner party in the evening, to which she had invited all the friends whom she thought most highly of. She gave that sfrange little laugh again, and then, without a. word of apology, left “ Yes,” I answered avely, “ I am engag- ed to Mr. Gerard Yor e, and I hope he will soon be the the master here.” She gave a hard, short laugh. “And you wish me to go before then ‘3” she said. _ “ Yes,” I said, “ I Wish you to go before August, when I expect to be married.” soon ‘2 Her face changed, and she knit her dark brpfw~s vghep she >h_en.n_i my words. 7 “ So,” she said, Elmo-st instantly, “ I’m told we are to have a. new master here very ..n His wishes were law to me in those days, and the next time I saw Mabel Neal, I told her that I wished her to leave. “There have Been some strange stories about her, you know,” he said. “I advise you. my little Alice, forthwith to give her notice.” In the meanwhile we had as yet made no change among the servants. Mabel Neal was still the housekeeper, and she was a good manager, though her sullen and dis- obliging manner was not very pleasant. But shortly after my engagement to Gerard, he spoke to me about this woman, angggked {me to get rid of her. Presently it became known all over the town that we were engaged, and, of course, as these things will, the news crept into our household. So no one made any objection, and Gerard was all love and devotion. These were mid- summer days, sunny, hining hours, spent mostly on the still waters of the Dere, where the dip of Gerard’s oats, and the twitter of the birds were often the only sounds which broke the slumberous silence around. “ My darling,” she said, “ I pray that he may make you very happy 1 Marriage is a. sad lottery as you know, but if there are any prizes to be had, I hope you’ye got one !” “I am, indeed, glad !” she exclaimed. “All Gerard wanted was a. good, sweet wife, and I am sure he has won one, Alice, when he has won you. Let me kiss you again, my new daugherâ€"I have, indeed, two children now. " Aunt Sarah shed a. few tears in her gentle way,~ fwd1 kigsed}n£_a tendgrly. _ Mrs. Yorke was délighted when she heard the news. She ran into our house, and clasBed me i_n bet-firms. 7 77 “ \Vell, I hope he may prove worthy of you, Alice,” he said to me, and he looked at mg garngstly as he gpgkg. My golden moments lasted many days. No mist nor cloud seemed to come near me in the first bright hours after Gerard Yorke had declared his love. \Ve were engaged, and when this was announced no one made any objection. Certainly Mr. Yorkeâ€"Stephen Yorkeâ€". did say something which rather surprised me. And I was happyâ€"too happy! For I feel sure that great happiness; great over- flooding joy in existence, is not intended to be our state here, and that it never con- tinues. We forget indeed that we are mortal in these golden moments, for the human soul is capable of an intense feeling of bliss. But not hereâ€"though perhaps in the eternal life beyondâ€"do these moments last. Perchance they are glimpses of Heavenâ€"revs falling earth~wards, too soon to be lost amid the mists and clouds by which we changing creatures of time are ever surrounded. Half-spoken sentences, and tender hand- clasps, make up most of the love scenes in the world. Men do not go down on their knees now-a-days, or use high-sounding phrases to declare their passion. A few words, a look, a kiss, and the destinies of two souls are sealed. It was so at least with Gerard Yorke and myself amid the still, dark woods of Derehum on that momentous night._ _ What did he say? Few women could an- swer this question, I think, when the man they love fi:st speaks of that love. ,I he ex- citement, the new joy, the deep emotion which stirs the tenderest feelings of the heart, is usually not called forth by many words, nor by words that it is easy to repeat or write. “Come with me, Alice,” he said, and I went with him, and in a. moment or two we were in one of the quiet walks of the still dark woods. Then when the fireworks were nearly over Gerard took my hand and drew me away from our party with a. whispered word or two. At 125.3%. came a day when he asked me to give him the love that was already his. It was on a starry night, I remember, and we had all gone down to the river side to see some fireworks which were displayed on the opposite bank. I stood by Gerard‘s side during the display of fireworks, and near us were Aunt Sarah and Mrs. Yorke and Mr. Stephen Yorke. And in these weeks Dereham became to me an earthly Paradise. Every day seemed brighter and happier than the last, for every day I was with Gerard Yorke, and every day his manner grew tenderer, and his at- tentions more marked. And nothing did. Weeks passed away, and we felt almbst settled at Dereham. We were well received by the society there, and all my poor uncle‘s friends, and all the Yorke‘s friends called upon us, and Aunt; Small began to find out the poor people of the place, and give eway her little income in her usual generous fashion. I did u‘ot 'sell him of the fright which I had received the night before. I began to think my own nervousness had. deceived me; that Gerard would laugh at; in fact. that. it was better to say nothing about it, and to wait: and see if anything more mysterious occurred. the houses; again stood and watched the sugshipe play 9}: flue wgtey of_t_hg Delje. 9n That was what every one said, “try to sleep,” but how could I sleep? I was in terrible painâ€"my eyes seemed to be burn- ing in their sockets, and my head a. fiery mass. Turn which way I would the pain was still there, and I groaned aloud in my torture. I was conscious that several people were in the room as Well as Gerard and Aunt Sarah. I am almost sure Mr. Stephen Yorke was there part of the night, and I heard Mrs. Yorke’s low whisper more than once. The doctor never seemed to go away. Again and again he felt my pulse, and again and again insisted on me swallowing some restoration. This seemed to soothe my pain a. little ; at least it seemed to dull my senses, and yet I was always conscious that something terrible had happened to me. “ Yes, darlingâ€"but dont talk of it just now,” answered Gerard. “Dr. Richards says you must be kept perfectly quietâ€"try to glee p. ” “But Gerard, how did it happen?” I said. clinging to his hand, and drawing it it closer to me. “We had just parted. What caused the explosion? Something must have caused it.” “You'must not be uneasy about that,” said the doctor. ” For the present, of course, 011 must not be allowed to use your eyes. on must; try to sleep and compose yourselff’fi AsI asked this, Gerard himself took my hand and kissed it. “ Alice, my darling i” he murmured, “ I am h_ere. NDo nqt he afrqi_d_â€"_try to sleepi” _ ' “ And Gerard '3” I said. “ Aunt Sarah, does Gerard know of this? Has anyone told Gerard '2” “ An accident has happened,” answered the doctor’s grave voice, while I heard a. supppressed sob from Aunt Sarah. “A slight explosion from some cause or other has occurred, Miss Denby, and you are in- jured about the face and eyes. This is the reason they are bandaged, and this is the reason that you must keep perfectly quiet.” “ Andâ€"afidâ€"my sight-?”‘I askea, élmcst belog»: my bregth. “Allow me, Miss VVarburton,” said a grave and a. stran e voice (which I after wards learned was t e doctor’s). “ Remem- ber,” continued this voice, and I felt some one feeling my pulse, “that Miss Denby must not be excitedâ€"must be kept perfectly quieg. n _ “ But where am I ?” I said. “ What has happened? Aunt Sarah, tell me what has happgned.”_ _ When I recovered my consciousness all was dark still. The fiery pain was still burning in my face and eyes, and when I tried to open them I could not. Then I put up my hands and felt: that they were band- aged. and when I felt tllis, I crled aloud. v“ My darling, my darling I” said Aunt Sarah’s voice in my ears “are you better now? “Oh, my ppgr digging l” I gave a. terr‘i‘ble cry, and fell backward. Then the room seemed to swim around me, and the fiery pain grew dim, and all grew dark. . I heard Gerard close the hall door, while I was looking for the volume I Wanted. I saw it high up in the book-case, and I stretched out my hand to get it down. Sud- denly as I did this, a. loud explosion sound- ed in my ears, a. great flash of light passed before my eyes, and the next moment a. burning terrible sensation of pain seemed to seize my head and face, and then to envelope my whole being.‘ Gel-3rd stayed more thanuan hour after this, and at last we parted unwillingly. Parted with fond words, and lingering hand. Clasps, and a. tender kiss. I remained in the room a. moment behind him, for l was too excited to sleep. and I went up to the book- shelves to reach down one of Tennyson’s poems. to take up to my bedroom with me. “She's a. stupid, silly woman,” I said, “ to be rude to me. But why do we speak of her? I want to forget everything dis- agreeable to-night,” "‘ And she is yboth ugly and disagreeable,” laughed WM: “ ispit she ?‘I , “'Yes,” I said, and laughed also, and then wenbegaz‘x tallf of somephing elsg. “ She doesn’t like being kicked out of her snug‘lgegth, I supppsefi said Gerard. We were to be married in a. month from that day, and all our future lives seemed to lie fair and pleasant before us. We {loved each other, we were rich, and now Gerard told me I was fair! I was quite happy I thought as I looked up in his face and smiled, and he also seemed full of blissful content. “ And you have forgotten all about the rude housekeeper now ?" he asked, smiling. “Yes,” I answered, “ but she was very rude, was she not ‘2” “ Well, my darling.” he said, “and so you’ve really enjo ed vourself? I never saw you look so we 1! I think I am going to marry a. beauty as well as a young lady of means." And he laughed happily and drew me to his breast. Gerard accompaxiied us home, and he {11d I went into the library to have a little quire conversation to ourselves. :I remember glancing once at my reflection in the glass, and what did I see? A brighf, happy looking, rosy girl, with the flush of joy on her cheeks, and the light of love shining in her eyes. At. 1.3.35 Hut bright evening came to an end. One after another the guests left, and Aunt Sarah and my_se‘lf wgre the la§t_ to go: “ Shve looks {wry happy," I heard Mr. Stephen Yorke say to some one as I passed him, in his quiet way, and I felt truly, per- fecply_happy. At last the morning came, - “ Everybody is admiring Mrs. Yorke; and when I Aunt Sarah, she smiled at my hand. _ I felt naturally elated. The Dean was a. haughty, elderly man, not much given to paying compliments, and I was a happy young girl, very easily pleased. Then I was azked to sing, and my simple ballad was praised, aqd pnother was asked for. The evening was indeed a. lititrligt‘xti‘umph to me, and Gerard came more than once and whispered a. fond_woyd or two in my ear. " I am so proud of you, my littlé Ally,” he said, “ Do you know the Dean has just been telling me that you are the sweetest- looking girl he has seen for years ? He says 1 am a. lucky fellow, and so_I am.” Her dinner party was a great success. 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' The magic “ Pellets” were Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Purgative Pellets (the original Little Liver Pills). They cured Mrs. Peters and now she wouldn’t be without them. Over two hundred million cans of vegeta- bles are used by families in America and the cans thrown away. N a wonder the goats of the country are so fat. Mrs. Peters had ills. Mrs. Petexa had chills Mrs. Peters “as sure she was going to die 6 They dosed her with pills, With powders and squills, With remedies wet, and with remedies dry. Many medicines lured her, But none of them cured her, Theix names and their number nobody could tall And she soon might have died, But some “ Pellets” were tried, That acted like magic, and then she got well. I laid it against my bandaged face, and then pressed it to my heart. All night I kept it there, and in the morning when I awoke, Gerard Yorke's faded rose was still clasped in my hand. He sent his tenderest love to you, and has brought such flowers and splen- did fruit. He said the last time he was here than; I was to give you this rose.” And Aunt Sarah put a flower into my hand as she spoke. ' “And won’t you tell mecllowriiil: happen‘ ed !” I said. “ Not to-night," said Dr. Richards. “ Come you are doing wellâ€"try to sleep.” “And Gerard, Aunt Sarah '3” I whispered “ Has he called ‘2" “Every hour, darling,” she answered. “But Dr. Richards and Dr. Bell both agree in -gaying tlget youimust ngt see him. “ You mustn't talk about seeing for a. few days yet. You are recovering from the shock, and we must keep you perfectly quiet, and your eyes bandaged. By and bye we will take the bandages off." “ And when will you let me see again '2‘ I asked. There was a. moment’s silence in the room â€"-just a. moment’s, and then Dr. Richards’ voice answered in a. cheerful tone, I was not allowed to see Gerard. The slightest excitement was bad for me, Dr. Richards and Aunt Serah told me, and I was scarcely allowed to speak. So 8.11 through the first (lay of darkness I lay almost in silence. I tried to think sometimes, but my mind was not clear, and often vague and fantastic thoughts passed through my brain. I slept a. little too, and in the evening when the new doctor called again I overheard him say to Dr. Richards that I was betterâ€" that I was recovering wonderfully from the shack. V “ Do you not see us ?” said the new doc- tor. “ Ah noâ€"do not tryâ€"I think we can manage to ease the pain a. little, Dr. Rich- ards.” “ Yes," answered Dr. Richards, and they put something on that was soft and cool, and then bandaged my head again, a.nd all through the day it was the same thing. Then the other doctor came into the room, and presently they unbandaged my eyes; “ A new doctor, dafling,” she answered. “Dr. Richards wishes another doctor to segyouâ€"do not be afraid.” “ What is it Aunt?” I said, for Aunt Satay had nqver leftylyrbedside. the rocks cawing, and strange footsteps in the house. The Experience of Mrs. Peters. [TO BE CONTINUED.] LADIES