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All to be her ownâ€"and she would -â€" .se, it royally. She had. oftenstood there by the old sunâ€"dial, looking round on the vast domain, thinking what she would do when it became here. She had been brought up as heiress of Lancewo'od. No otheryfate, no other lot in life, no other possibility had ever occurred to her except this. She had filled her”: mind with grand and noble thoughts. all for the good of others, when she would be queen; of think her fair domain. It\ should‘ be a pattern. and model for alL othersâ€"no one should be poor or sorrowful. She would be a lady bountiful. gonng amongst; her people with‘ open hands Ind open heart, relieving 'all distress. l‘here should be churches [where none had- been built beforeâ€"schools. alma- houses. Her heart warmed as she thought or it all. as she pictured the white heads of the old and. the fair faces of the young; and all were to be made happy by her. They were noble manâ€"pride of race and of I-ineago, pride in a spotless name and high de- scedmt, ptride in the ,grand old home that was second to none in the land. "All this will be mine," thought the young girlâ€""and I will make good use of it. If I live long enough, my good deeds shall be my monument. I will leave a name that will live- in the hearts of the, people around me IThlS is my kingdom, and I shall be its queen." It was‘no-t vanity that shone in her face as she said the wordsâ€"it was something higher and noblerâ€"pride th‘lt, rightly trained, might havem‘xdn her what she wished to be, a noble wo- No such pretty thoughts occupied the heiress of Lancewood. She had beem through the Hyde woods and round by the river; returning, she stopped to rest by the old: sunâ€"dial, and there her dark eyes wandered over one of the fairest scenes in Engâ€" land. She saw the dark masses of trees in Hyde woods; she saw purple hills rising in the far distance, crownâ€" ed with rich foliage; she saw the deep, clear river gleaming in the sun; she saw rich Mover-meadows, golden corn- fields, acre, after acre of undulating. fertile land; she saw a picturesque park. where grand old trees of the growth of generations formed a shade for the antlered deer; and to the left lay the sunny Southern sea. She saw Lancewood Abbey, the home of her race, the grand, massive build- ing that was like "a poem in stone ;" and the thought that brightened the dreamy eyes wasâ€""One day all this will be mine." All thisâ€"the wealth of wood and forest. of field and meaâ€" dowâ€"even the farâ€"famed old Abbeyâ€"- all would one day be bars, for she was the only child of Sir Arthur Neslie. mnd heiress of Lancewood. She had the proud air of one who had always been obeyed. There was a grandeur about her such as comes only? from always holding high authority, a frank ilndepnemdeuce. a certain kind of de- fianceâ€"for it was a noble face, and a noble soul looked out of it. What do girls fair and young dream of in the sunshine and flowers? of the lover who is to comeâ€"of the love that is to crown themâ€"of the sweet. vague possibilities 50f lite? in the liquid depths of which it was “55' to lose both heart and' senses; sunlight, imperial brows; a [mouth like ‘1 pomegranate bud. sensitive, sweat: Yet with some plrou‘d, scornfu] cu‘FVeSâ€"a girl that Titian would have Pflnted, holding with white hand a urlmso‘n flower to her lips. A mass Of dark hair, soft and slhiningi was drawn back from the beautiful face, “mi 135’ in luxurinn‘ profusion over the white neck and shoulders. In the bloom of bar girlish beauty! she looked brilliant as a passion-flower m the sun. Suddenly one of the tame Whlte Gloves f‘lmtelring round, lighted on her shoulder, and Vivien Noslie awoke from her dream. Vivien Nestle was Standing in the full glow of the :uhshine, near a clus- ter 01' gladioli, that formed a picture in themselves, all UIlmSuIl and gold. bees buried in the bells, butterflies hovering round them. She had been looking at the gorgeous tlowers, and still held one in her hands; There was no tairer spot in England! than this sumlit garden, where the heiress of Lancewood stood with thoughtful face and dreamy eyes. Look where she would, nothing but beauty met her eyes, marvels of color, wonders of sumshine and shade. It was a garden rather oldâ€"fashioned than otherwise, full of heavy, rilch roses. orange and scarlet nasturtiums, big lair clusters of hydrangea; there were blossoms of purple and white carm'tneâ€"hued carn- ations, and lilies with white, pure bellsâ€"a garden wherein a. poet might dream. and a painter lose himselt in the divine beauty of [lower and ,tree. An old-fashioned sunâ€"dial stood near the bright gladioli; not far from it was a fountain of rare and quaint do.- Bign; tame white doves fluttered round. and birds of bright plumage sang in the trees. The June sun shone. and over all floated a breath of perfume sweet as the odors of baby. Vivien Nuslie gazed round with arean Wes. Looking at her, one would say she was rightly placed near the crimson and goldem gladiuli. She was in Del“th harmony with the bguuty of the gardenâ€"a tall. stately .gbrl' With 3 Titian face, dark, glowâ€" “ngv Splendid in its emquisita coloring mud Perfect features, the eyes of a rare purple hue, such as one sees Ln the heart of a passion flower. dark- ani-ng with envery passing thought. bu'iâ€"ght as the stars in the! sky. [ringâ€" ed With 10118 lashesâ€"mystical, dreamy 9M1?! full of passion and powerâ€"eyes I Through Storm and Sunshine "Now, Viven, remember that. bemg angry and vexed about it is simply a. waste of time; I' had a right be please myself. and I have:done so. If this wife were to die, it would be no one's afialr should I marry ath1rd. Tell Mrs. Spenser to have the rooms in the western wing set in order and prepared for Lady Neslie. Tell all the household of' the change, and see that. my wife ls received! with due honor and respect. ° “u... . vuuu uVAa where: the pacing 55th:. white" doves reached her, and read .1118 words- that dgrkened her whole life. â€"her name. was Valerie d‘Este: she is very piquant, attractive, graceful. You “1111 be sure to admire her. We were married in Paris, and» intend returnâ€" ing home__pext Tuésday "One word to yourself, Vivien. What 13 done LS done. If you' are wxse, 1n- "Let me find you‘ a seat," he pim- posed, "while you read it. You will be tired of standing." Still with the same strange Expres- sion on his face, He brought one of the little garden-chairs to her, and she sat dOWD. - "Why do you 116th for my book?" she asked, with laughing impatience. "There may be a massage for me 1n that letter, Miss Neslie,“ he replied. t'Permit me to remain while you. read She sat down where the falnt. odor of the lipes‘ floated rou‘ndt her, .._L A .- u“.qu nun uuAU, laughingly: tifiia extends [0 over- a page: Slr Arthur seldom! writes more £11513) four lines." nesnation and uncertainty. T1361! sthe took from his hands, the letter whxch‘wis to change the whole,- course A; L, . _____ 5‘ ._... ....u.w vv......~ 0t: her life. “It ts from Sir Arthur," she said. quicklyâ€""aletter fmm my father! How cruel of the! post to‘ delay thlfi morning, above all others!" She opened the envelope with im" patient fingers, wondering Why the young secretary lingered there, 100k- Ln i at her with sue-114 strangq eyes- ~'What along letter!" she Said, I-.. ha - "The last, weré alithiresomeâ€"n'qtbmg‘ 0‘ any value inkthem," she confirmed, "Have they sent BroWning’s last poem?" , ' ~ "Good-morning. Mr.- Dorman; yol'l stagled me. Have the books come?’ "If it IS not troubling you! too much “’1” You bring Browning! out here to me? I should like! to read in. the sun‘ shine; It is very pleasent." She spoke to him with! a kind . of half-distant, halfâ€"reserved familiarity, that showed plainly em-ough that «3119 did not consider hinzq on an. equality with herself. He seemed tq feel and understand it, and his face flushed Slightly as he repliedâ€"v M"It LS always a pleasure to obey you "It is a strange for her to sing," he thought to himself. "Om never beam her singing love ditties,. as other glrls do. She is far too imperial tor that, I should im‘ag-Lnefl- Then he went up to the fountain where the gold fish: darted amongst the emerald-green weeds and ~the sun nhone m the waters. "Good--morning, Miss Neslxe," he saig, with a low bow. The words of Hie ‘son-g‘ ceased ab- ruptly as‘ Vivien Naslie turned qumk' ly round. to see from whom tha greet" mg came. A smile came over her face. x I "Yes," he reiaueaffil BALE «3,6 tell you. They are well selected; you w111 be pleased, I think." , V_. V "Yes; We have several poetical works this time.” . I thought them without end; I once had gold and silverâ€" I thought I had a friend. My wealth 1s lost,:my firiend is false, My love ls sholeml from ,me; Amd here I lie in! misery- Beneath the willow-tree." He reco nlzed ‘the song as‘one call- Qd "The d Lover,” and agam a mgnihcant smile stole over, his face. Presently down a broad path shaded by acacia-trees came a young, hand- some man, looking about him eagerly, as though In search of some one. At length he saw the glimmer of 31 white dress amongst, the trees, and he stood still, silently watching her. She was singing just then in a low, sweet voice, and he listened to the words with a peculiar smile on his face. They were words by the poet Dibdiin. quaint and sweetâ€" I "If once had gold and. silverâ€" dreamsâ€"not out of place in the glow of the sunlight and amid the fragrance of flowers. The pretty tame dares aroused her from them. Shae dropped the spray of gladlolus, and turned to the tountam. The gold fish alm‘OStnSéemed to know he} as she touched the water softly. one "I do not need your counsel, Mr. Don-man. and please do not call me 'd“aT' Miss Neslie. 1' am not so deso- 7’1”: 5'9”? as to require that." He drew back with such an expres- =i0n of intense pain fhnf her proud heart was touched. She held out her hand to him. "Love!" shp reppated, sonnnfully. "Pray, pardon me.. Mr. Dorman, 1:qu the notion of my own father’s! falling in love is too absurd." There was an interval of uncomfortâ€" able silence; it was broken by the young secretary. who said: "I am sorry. Miss- Nesliel, to bring a disagreeable matter before yru,but Sir Arthur says he wishes archPs 0f 6"Vell‘gFeans erected in the drive. I am to consult you aboutL them." be one of yew and cypress. He bowed, being) quite at a loss for words. "Six: Arthur has also directed that the chtures in the blue room shall he placed in the apartment in the ’westâ€" err} wing known as 'my lady's touâ€" dou‘f” "That was my mother‘s room!" cried the girl. wifh flushing eyes; "It shall not be touched !" “Dear Mixq Neslie." pleaded “18 secretary. "do believe me: opposition is all in vain. Let me «"1an 3011 ‘0 comply Wiih Sir Arthur's wishes." "Perhaps," said the youmg secreâ€" tary, with a meaning look that any "’71“ 1953 proud would have undersiooi, "Sir Arthur may have fnllrln in love, as ofhears do." "You may; spare the insulf, sir. If I ewemfed am arch a( all, it W0u1d be one of vew and nvnrms. “Unless my fathelr should have a son to succeed him, in which case Lancewo-od would newer be mine," she said, slowly. "Half an hour smce, Mr- Dorman, I thowght myself as certain- ly heiress of Lancewood as that the sun shone in the sky." "You must not look on that very darkest side, Miss Neslie," counseled the young secretary. "Sir Arthur says that Lady Neslie is you-118' and beautiful." of supreme contempt. She interrupted him with a gesture "One must be as weak as a man.’ she said, "to care much for youth and beauty." "Pardon me," he continued, gently; "I was about to say that, being b95111- tiful, she is almost sure to‘ be kind of heart. Minds and faces are m harmony." She interrupted him again. "How little you know of the mat- ter, Mr. Dormanl As though beauti- ful women ever cared for anything ex- cept themselves." "Being young," he pursued, "she will be timid, and will not' venture to take any leading part in the manage< ment of the household." She laughed bitterly. "Did you even‘ see a timid Frenqh- woman, Mr. Dorman‘l I never did. What can have possessed my father to marryâ€"above all, to marry a Frgxlch girl ?" "Nay, Miss Nesliel,” said the calm, Ditying voice, "it will not be so bad as that. You are, amd always will. be heiress of Lancewood. The Abbey will always be your home; unlessâ€"" Then he stopped and hesitated. buddenly, with an angry gesture, bhe rose from her seat, a cnmsou [lush spreading over her face; she flung the letter on the ground at. hen feet. He read the letter. She stood watch- ing him with a bewildered, dazed look, thh; white parted lipsl and darkened eyes. Then he laid it down on the sun- dlal, and turning to her. saidâ€" "It is quite true, Miss Neslie. I knew it when I brought this letter to you." "You knew it!" she cried. "H-owT "Sir Arthur wrote to tell me. I re- ceived his letter this morning, and I felt sure that yours contained the same intelligence. It was for that reason] I vemtured to disobey youi and remain helm instead of looking for the book." "Then it is true," she moaned] "my Rather, has a wifetâ€"s'qme one in my mother’s place. 1â€"1 cannot believe it, Mr. Dorman. Why, only ten minutes since I was thinking of all I would persuade h'un to doâ€"â€"and now I find he has a wife.. ‘He has been all 1he would to maâ€"aa I have been to him: and now he has a wife. The love and the home that have been mine so long will be mine no morre." He made no reply; his pity \and his laws were so great that they made hlm Speechless. ' stead of battling with the tide of eveuLs, you will swim with it. From J'Du, my daughter, 1 small expect lore, kindness. alleuuun, attention, and con- sldarauou. lor my wife. It! you show all Lina. well ammgood; If you! refuse it, yuu wm see. Lha result. Meet me WILD a mnlle. Vivien; had me beam no a‘eproaches. "Read. it!" she commanded. "Read it, Gerald Dormam, and: tell me if I am mad‘ or sane!" He took up the letter. "Do you really wish me to read thls, M135 Neslie?" he asked. 1 "Yes," she replied. slowly. “I; can- not believe it. My eyes, my senses must have deceived me,‘ the words I have seen cannot possibly be written there. Read it, and tell me if the news be true." _ "I will not beâ€"Jieve itl"she cried. "It. IS a forgery] My father never wrote that." The jeweller inspected 1L and hand- ed it back. The correct pronuunciation is glass, he said. In order to settle a little bet, tha young man said, passing a ring over the showcase, please tell me whether the correct pronounciation of the name of the stone in that ring is turkeeze or turkwofize. A NEW METHOD. A lady who is noted for the system- atic orderliness of her home recent- Ly made a visit to a. friend who lives in a large, old-fashioned, rambling mansion, in spacious grounds, in a suburban town. Mrs. Orderly was very careful about shutting doors, and frequently took herself to task after any of her outings because the doors of the closets in her rooms were open. She imagined she must have forgot: ten them, and felt some vexatlon on account of it. After a time she ob- served that almost all of the cupboard doors in the house stood open in the same way. From force of habit she closed one of them while her hostess was in the room, when that lady re- marked: " I wonder if you have observed that I am quite given to leaving my closet doors open. It may appear likecare- lessness, but I assure you there is a method in it. As long as the doors were slightly closed I wan bothered to death by moths. They seemed to have an insane desire to eat up my best clothes .n’nd do what I could I found no remedy. At last an idea struck me, that as light was not favor- able for their business I might gain a point by leaving everything exposed to the sun. Since that time I have purposely left‘ every door open, and moths trouble me but little." To rip up a garment properly there should be no pulling, tearing, or drag- ging apart. If one cannot take the end) of the thread and pull it out, the stitches should be cut with a sharp knife. Very few persons can rip a garment with scissors without doing it great harm; indeed, many find it impossible to cut stitches with anyâ€" thing without making holes that renâ€" der the goods absolutely worthless for the one who originally wore lt. When it is done the edges are so ragged that a much smaller pattern must be used. In preparing goods for the dyer, or to be made over, every stitch should be taken out. It seems scarcely neces- sary to say that facings, braid and hooks and eyes must be removed, but this is imperative, in View of the con- dition in which garmnts come to the dressmaker and the dyer. Many dresses, capes and jackets are perfectâ€" ly wearable after being carefully rip- ped, brushed, sponged and pressed. It is a wonder that some one does not set up an establishment for ripping clothes and puttin them in order for the dressmaker. he owner of them frequently has not time to rip prop- erly, or is too careless _and unde- stands too little the way to do it, had she all the time in the world. Some woman in every community might get a tolerable livingI or at least add to a limited income, by preparing gar- ments for remodelling. - Most people have an idea that it is easy enough to rip a garment to pieces. Any child can do this. It is a matter that requires scarcely any care or attention. Dresses are usual- ly pulled. to pieces, snipped at with scissors, or cut with knives. "Sir Arthur wishes to have trium- phal arches emecfed all along the drive. They are to be surmounted by the Word. ‘Welcome.’ He wishes alsotbat every servant belonging to the house- hold should be in the great hall to bid Lady Neslie welcome home. He wishes the rooms in the western wing to be prepared, all the pictures of the Blue Room to be placed in the bon- doi-r, dinner to be ready at eight in- stead of sevenâ€"he invites me to dine â€"and. lastly, I am to say to you that he hopes neither expense nor trouble will be spared in welcoming Lady Nes- lie home." She turned her proud face to him. "Do you know, sir, that that is the very welcome my mother received when she came. a bride, to Lancewood Abbey twenty years ago 9" She turned again with her queenly gesture of impatient scorn. Ta be Continued. "I can imaéiné it." was the cautious reply. "And do you think the same; wel- come givem to bar will bq given to this French girlâ€"this girl of nineâ€" teem? I tell you 'Nol' I would rath- er cut off my hands than use even one fingar in such sacrile‘ge. Let those who will erect triumphal arches -- I shall not." The young sacretary looked terrib 1y perplexed. "Tell me," Mr. Dorman," she said after a pause, "all that Sir Arthur ml quires to be done." "I can understand your feelings," he began. know what to say." "If speaking harshly to me coulfl lessen your pain, I would submit to 1t forever," he replied. She did not seem to hear jhimâ€"and he was quite. accustomed to have the passionate utterances of his great love treated with silent indifference. "Forgive me," she said. “I need not speak so unkindly to you â€" you have not displeased me. But I am' so hurt, so grieved, so wounded, I do not know what to say." HAD BEEN THERE} BEFORE HOW TO RIP A DRESS. is admitted at ‘once that the congre- gation and the minister are alone to blame,” writes Ian Maclaren In the January Ladies' Home Journal. "But there are other difficulties, and they may be mentioned in a spirit of be- coming humility. For one thing, the organist is an artist, and every artist has a nature of special refinement which cannot bear the rough-and- tumblc ordinary methods of Life. With a man of common clay you deal in a practical, straightforward and. even brutal fashion. arguing with him, complaining to him. and putting him right when he is :wrong. But no man must handle precious porcelain in such fashion, or the artist will be instantly wounded and will resign and carry his pathetic story to every quarter, for, as a rule the organist thinks that h. is lifted above criticism and pub". opinio;,. It is impossible to teach him anytiung; it is an insult to suppose that anything could be 'bettor than the music he provides." THE ORGANIST AN ATOCRAT. "if there ever many trouble in the congregation about the music. 'and if the minister ever worries Ihimself, it "Nor can one smile at the tattoist as sentimemtal. 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