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He. gave it a kick :15 he spoke. Was he laughing at her? she wondered. There was such a. sh'ange'exul‘ta‘nt‘ note in his \"oice. Then she thnlledhfor he bent still nearer. and though he dld not, touch her her whole bemg seemed to be' caught, up and enfoldod as with an emexjace. "Darling." he wluspered. "1f the gate were not between usâ€"aud more, much more !â€"do you know ngat, I should do? I should tu-ke your face In my handsâ€"such a wistful little faoe it. ls!â€"a.nd kise your sweet. lips over and over againâ€"~38 I‘ve been longing to do ever since I first saw you. I should hold you in my arms. so She did not, speak and he gave a, short vexed laugh. He was ilent for a, moment, thinking deeply; tho color had surged into his face and hm eyes looked angry. She felt afraid. and was about to turn and run swiftly biwk to the house when he spoke again. Whatever it was that bad llrpset him he was not vexed with her, for that low note had come back to his voice. and once more she dared not meet his eyes. "So that's what you have been think. took be his own on his [ straight, [W a. f0] d‘ LhuL. Can you guess what it is?" 0):. to be able to cast otf the spell mam his uearneas seemed to cast, over her! To escape from that wooing voiceithm, mas- terful touch! 011. for the power to show him she was indifi‘erent to him. then with a few con proud words to turn and leave him crcsflfallen humiliated! But Joyce had never actod a part in her life, and she could not do it, now. She could only look at him with such an- guish in her lovely eyes am. he was start- led, almost afraid, "What is it. dear?" he said quiet]?- "Tell me." And then she plucked up courage and mid him. “It is this." Her voice broke in a sob. "Do you think it‘s right. to talk to me like this? It. makes me so ashamed! Other girls would not, mind. perhaps. but I'm not used to it. andâ€"and it frightens me. It's worse than hearing all sorts of dread- ful things about vou." "What, is worse? I don't understand.” "Mr. Stone. are you trying to make love to Felicity and me at the same time?" Robert Stone dropped her hand and look- ed up at, the sky in a meditative way. There was almost a whimsical look on his fame. ing? And you didn't. I of that! I don't like Rose. But it isn't true haven’vt made love to W had the chance. I m: know much about itâ€"] a. very ignorant little make love wnh this s Ween us?" ‘ He gave it a kick as laughing at her? she looks bad. doc upem.” That was a! bv her immev 1 am not going word nboulv that letter. I can't. ing to ask you instead 10 trusL it be very hard, little girl? really think me a. Scoundrelâ€"m heart 01' hearts. do you?" Joyce shook her head. "Then that in all I care forâ€": “Making love to Felicity " he echoed. ‘Who say? I have been doing that?" Joyce was silent. , "I don’t like that term ‘making love.“ The love is there. It doesn't want mak- mg. But do you really think I have been dome: that, Joyce?" ind had mu< Robert 310 The. want VALLEY FARM; her hand uga. Wn. There wa is two. and SM gm. into his 51" ‘ force she did )yoe.” he smd- ‘emed only natL yce‘s l‘ m «to dofe on that in 11.11 Icaro forâ€"(n pr 1t your trust. your faith But very soon. I hopeâ€"I shall as] omeming more prwiomg egqu that‘s what you‘have been think- A'nd1 you didn't. like it?__I am_g14ad JA__-A 1a.. 3‘ is his ,, _ ,_... 5"“. don't like it either. White ‘ isn't trueâ€"not a. bit of it. 1 l love to you. Joyceâ€"I haven't nce. I am afraid you don't, about itâ€"I am afraid you‘re rant little girl. How can 1 nh this stupid old gate be- TER nd is smadfa‘st eyc did not unden mud-rand m 1 natural ho ‘shc 1 mn not goil The He 1 him ado t‘ :Ad BAD mEeH Or, Felicity’s Inheritance. lllld 18 )ntinued not goi She bi 1p the t1 2r thou is time " he said. wonder you w light d ‘. going ta-nd uld m don’t m Your rnpc Mn flent. some you than ’Win Then .i shouldn dumped t‘here‘ And fa drop of water rthings!” “Why. itfs lc eat. and purest "Give me a 1 cant. 1 don't want to vex Felicity." The woman said no more, and they pick- ed anvay in silence for a time. When she spoke again it was on her old grievance~ the drawbacks of country life. . "I wish we were safe back in Wilmin- ster, that. I do. Il's nothing like as hot there‘ And fancy having to draw every d_rpD ofiwa‘ter fmm a. well! Nwsly, smelly nev “What's mere for: something words! It this. You Then before night if I Eliza set down had carried from hot. face. the a Lhundex‘storm before nigh name's not Eliza. Wilkins." '_‘Oh. I hope not, Eliza! I'm thunder and lightning." “Wall. stop at. ’ome. 'then." "I can't. I don‘t want to vex The woman said no more. and “Oh;in you don'_t feel ferenL matter!" smd Fe} coyldn't you ray so at quietly. of it.“ “I do‘ “Oh, I can't. Fellcityl It would such an ordeal. I'm not used to calling, as you know. I should feel so shyâ€"I shouldn‘m know what to say." “Why?” Felicifiy asked sharply. “You know the womanâ€"you said she was pleas- ant.” “She was butâ€"butâ€"need I, go. Felicity? It's such a not, afternoon for a long walk, and Mrgs. Warrender said it wag quite three mlles. Perhaps I could go another dayâ€"«when I haven't had quite such a 'busy mowing." . Joyce's heart was singing. Nothing could disturb her happiness, no task was too heavy. She dld not envy her friend. who, after half-a-n-hour'a writing had fa.ll_ en asleep in her basket chair. Felicity was one of those fortunate mortals who can go to_ sleep at, any hour and in any rplacM'hlch fact accounted more than any-thing else for_ her plumpness and he}- rogefleqf complempn. garden that morning; she felt far too shy and eelfeonscioue. She wondered if Robert. Stone had lingered there awhile. waiting for her; if he were disappointed she did not come? She wondered, too~wirth a quick little thrill. half joy. half pain. !f it had anything to do with her that Fe- licity came back from her tour of 'n- sipection Without having s(en him. “I can't find Mr. Robert, anywhere," she said, rather crOSSly. "and I wanted him very particularly this morning." Joyce was thankful that Eliza had map- ped out 3 busy morning for her. She cleaned and dusted and helped to turn out rooms Wlth a. will, in spite of the fact that it was the hottest day they had yet had; and she made no demur when Eliza claimed her helen making strawberry jam. It was stifling in the low-oeih'nged kitchen. but she stuck to her post, even when the woman paused to fan herself wibh her apron or went to the door for a breath of fresh air. Felicity was quite gay over their early dinner-almost fevenshly so, as Joyce would have noticed had she not been so taken up with her own thoughts. When not. talking she seemed preoccupied and restlessg. and Eliza. glanced at her uneasin from tune to time‘ "Joyce. I want. you to go to Stza-nton Or- by and return Mrs._ Warrender‘s can this afternoon." she said, as Joyce prepared to ack another large basket of straw- than she 1 While it w: feel a litth “I will h the 1 1h they are the meal 1y .Lo l‘icny ing. close that I 4 against. mine your hair. : should malka “BL )yce Joy JayceJookfid 1h? dismay she felt Why. it's lovely water. Eliza, the cold- and purest, I ever tasted." Give me a. tarp over the sink, I say. !n as to _all this talk about. new-laid s and milk fresh from the cow, I’ve er had an old-laid one in a town, and L warm. frothy milk makes me queer. 5n if we'd been in Wilminster we uldn’t have had all these strawberries uned on our handsâ€"«we could have .ght 'em as we wanted 'em. Not but ht» you‘ve been very good in help 'ce‘s color rose. disagreealbe whe 5 she had found am feeling well ly. “and I'll go whit ld( tht rt's she sending you gadding c for?" she grumbled. “She’s g< ing in her headâ€"you mark II It's enough to kill you a. day 11'] 'ou‘ll get flunstvroko‘” an't be wome than this kitchen said. smiling. ;. The air's that heavy. There' 01d Juld an't. FellcityTâ€"iLVWiiuiaUs-uch an m not used to calling, as you should feel so shyâ€"I shouldn‘t far ‘med ke k her us )uld Air'E that )rm before 1-0 do." Felicity said. 1 finished, “but, I sha'n today. I feel lazy." spoke. “I have hea-p I‘ll do them on the to breakfast next : in excellent spirits 9r old affectionate ~11 for some time, v Joyce's heart. made should Felicity could be n she was not pleas- ou‘t‘ lately. enough," she said .f you make a pomt round strk fith well that's 73 dif. gityfigjudely. "Why farmer's t a rdree; she édm )ur Che and Eli: afraid of There'll or my ke be .vife got my like and self )ch, ucfi 1t for it! 'He loved Felicityâ€"~there was no doubt about than and whether she mar- ried him or .not there‘wae .sufl‘ei-in in store for 111111.. Joyces eyes had Ebeen Opened of late. Miss Chester had not been altogether wrong in summing up her friend's character. as she had thought at the time; and some day she would write and tell her so. When Joyce entered Stanton Orby she was much too exhausth in mind and body to notice the prebty .little village. The rectory was a mansion standing in its own groundsâ€"it had evidpntly once been the Hallâ€"and she felt quite ill with nerv- ousness asishe raps the bell: it. She had made a. mirgahe. a dreadful mistake! It W38 Felicity he loved. He had only been flirting with her. Her face went, quite white. but, she rallied her pride and looked at him hraqvely. _ “Iâ€"I would have told you lfâ€"if I had been sure it was any concern of yours," she sa-id. not without dignity. “Felicity should have told you before." ' “Felicixty?” he echoed. "She didn’t know howâ€"how I felt till to-day. But you‘re right. It's no concern of mine." ' He paused. staring down at her. His face terrified her. It looked so strange. with the color all fled and the sunburn Jen. and his eyes looked almost black. "Shall I tell you what, I think about. a girl who would do that?" he asked in a furious whisper. and he shook her slender shoulders a, little. “A girl who would sell herself to a. man old enough to be her fa.- Lherâ€"just for what he could ive her? An old man she couldn't. even me lend to love! I'll tell you. She’s too mean and contempt- irble Ito waste a. thought on. I hate and despise her. I'll stamp on my Jove for her. I'll crush her out of my heart. I'll for- get her as utterly as if ‘she had never been orn. roéd. dange crack of paralgged 0min Whel She need not have rtroubled so much over the visit, for the smart maidfienam infomed her that Mrs. Warrender was ‘not at home}: Joyce hardly knew \whe» ther 10 feel reheved or vexed as she turn. ed away. A moment ago she dreaded the ordeal: now she {91131th a. lit-t‘e talk might perhaps have lightened the load of misery that threatened to crush her. And how grzuaful she would have been for a, cup of tea Her heart sa-uk as she Ihought of the long walk before her. She went even slower than before; there was nothing w.hurry back ‘f0r~nothing bum trouble awaited her. she would have been glad never to see the Valley Farm M r She felt overwhelmei It, was madden- ing -to mink ho\w foolish she had been â€" how easily gulled! Robert Stone must in- deed be the villain every one said he was. Only a villain would have uttered hhose semimental speeches last, nightâ€"would have looked into her eyes as if he meant them. But at that look of suffering Joyce's tender heart melted. She sprang after him, and laid her hand on his 9.11mi "Don‘t look like that,“ she faltered. "and don't. judge her too harshly. poor girl! You don't know all the circum- stances I'm so sorry for you. Perhaps everything will come‘righvt even yet." “It will never come right for me." he said heavily. Then he went back the way he had come. Joyce never remembered how she got to Stanton Orby. She dared not cry. for how could she meet Mrs. Warrender with red eyelids and <‘: «figured face? It was almost unbearable at timesâ€"the smarting eyes. the aching throat. without the re- lielf of tears. _ She stumbled occasionally, for she felt tired out now that her buoy- ancy of spirit had deserted her. The road seemed endless. There was not. a breath of airâ€"not a, leaf stirred. She was vague- ly conscious of the heat and discomfort of the journey, With its choking dust and tormenting files. but her mental misery was so great that, it seemed to dwarf all lesser troubles. "IV-[Vie faoe changed swiftly. His hands dropped. and be turned away wnh a‘ E’Q‘N‘a 7““Y5171'1‘e right.’ he said. "She won't lose much." 01), poor Felicity! Joyce mhought. with 'L pang. No wonder she was crying her heart out. H“Do!' she said coldly. “Do! She won‘t, lose much!" ‘ man P" he s: heard about a. fool I've me? We were art, 19 pretended!" and he Joyce's uheart died it. all! He had he miohaeIâ€"and this w all the things that keep coming for her. He wok those ‘books from the postman this morning. and she said she should genes him gluon-p them. though I begged ry Mr. I - “No m why she like Mr. tude was his hands made her fr “Why did he Know." She s ibé’ided not to." jthought won't Mrs. he 1 him thi‘ 1 I've been! We were at, 16 he said boars ghed should Robert ‘eart sank. She felt vaguely u‘n e dressed for her walk. It was aunt task that Felicity had eel Ad to her e-hynese and the die the journey was the dread ol Jule-thing derogatory m Robert almos heav i] look of suffering Joyce's melted. She sprang after her hand on his arm. llke thmt," ache fathered. dge her too harshly. poor n't, know all the circum- go sorry _fc_)r you. Peryaps vily him nd( a didn )n't, bre: :ank ad had t he vuls tell me about that, ‘sely. “Why haven't, 1 flow ?I{eavons! What, Why didn‘t, you warm met, friends-or so you A laughed hamhly. within her. She saw bard about Mr. (far- 'as how he was taking she decided but, that's no re: k the 1341's heart. 8 a, gentleman." =r Iover~this man ad with passion, zlterod. whose atti- ‘atening! He put her shoulders and want her uld rather ified unfam she d he heard Her heart fiardly though .l n aking adful 9D )n( in )at 1X” 11 “There were a number of other English girls at the convent,” said Miss Walter, “but whenever we ap- plied to [the German officers we were refused military permits to leave. Life under the Germans was unbearable, for we were exposed to all sorts of dengers~so we decided to escape. One night my friend and myself tramped for hours throth a fir wood to Cheval Blanc, and then on to Verviers and En-siva’l. Forâ€" tunately we got two or three hours’ sleep. but- ant four~o’cloc‘k the next morning we had risen, and an hour later were Silbtin-g‘, “together with nearly a dozen others, in a merv chant's cant slowly wending its ‘way How two English schoolginls at. a convent near Liege made fruitless efforts for four months to leave Belâ€" gium after the German ocoupation, and how finally they escaped over the Dutch fronutier on a. dark night, was told by Miss Florence Walter. a Balbam girl, nineteen years of age, who, with her friend, have only just succeeded in reaching their anxious relatives and friends in England. ’ to the Dutch fibutier, VAsft-er weary journey of SIX hours, : w ,,,_ m. v. --. "w... Joyce walked steadily on down one of the lanes. apathetic with misery. The first deluge had sulbeided mm a steady downpour. ’Ilhe drought of the last few weeks had broken up lwith a, vengeance! 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