double tie that binds me to that un- said, to love her would be a fiery fortunate woman. She came to ambition." Henley yesterday, and sent a note to “Vivian Ashleigh!" exclaimed me to meet her; and I have been ob- Harry. “And she's going to marry liged to consent to accompany her you, Guy, I know. There's no other where she is going. She has been fellow fit for her. By Jove, I am ordered to leave London, which, I glad of that." think, is right; but she wants some " So am I," said Hugh;" but to tell one to guide her or think for her, else, you the truth, Guy, I didn't think I am sure, I cannot imagine what she you were a marrying man, so the might do

news took me by surprise. Imagine I feel certain that you will con- any added ambition to you, who sider I am doing my duty. Do not are as ambitious as a Buonaparte leave darling Lily long alone, I en- already." treat. She is a dear little girl, and

1. Il faut faire she wants livelier company than

Bruit sur terre,'" mine.

said Guy * Yours very gratefully,

"Well," said Harry, “I'll wish you “Epiru HERBERT." two fellows good-night. I'm off at “Egad," said Guy to himself,

daybreak to-morrow.' "here's a complication. Ordered to

** Where are you going ?" asked

Luttrel. leave London, eh! Where will she go? I certainly do pity a man that's Harry, significantly, and left the

“On a wild-goose chase," replied married to a tigress. And now what

room. arrangement am I to make about Lily | Bring her down here, I think, ed Hugh, when he was gone. “Poor

" He's right enough there," mutterand make a present of her to Vivian! Old Harry: What fools love makes of What prettier gift could a man make to his future wife than a nice little girl like Lily? Well , I must go to

The two sat silently smoking for a town and see about it. As to those considerable time. At last Guy Lut

trel said two women, I suppose they'll wander away to the utmost limits of space."

“ Have you any idea where she is His reflexions were interrupted

“God knows," answered Hugh; "I by the entrance of his friends. "Well, Mr. I'nder-Secretary,"

don't. Good-night, old fellow." laughed 'Hugh, “I confess I regret are few

things I'm much afraid of,

“Well," meditated Guy, “there being without your ambition. I don't but marriage is certainly one of them. believe even my father's recipe would

It seems to have a transforming power supply the missing tendency. " The recipe's beyond yonr reach,

on some women. Perhaps that's what Hugh,” replied Guy. "The lady

Coleridge meantyou referred to is engaged to some

* There came and looked him in the face body else."

An angel beautiful and bright; "Who's the lady ?" inquired

And that he knew it was a bend, Harry; "that is, ifit's a fair question.'

This miserable knight!' "Quite fair," answered Guy; "and However, I have been once most forthe lady is she of whom your father tunate; why not twice ?"

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And women as far as thou art

Maust do sul things now and then.
Thou only hast stepped unaware

Male, not one can impute;
And why should a beart have been there

In the way of a fair woman's footr - Vra Birnuwing. Way indeed 1 'Tis an awkward hearts in the way. It greatly interbahit sore men have of getting their feres with the cany progress of the world, and ought, if possible, to be Herbert, severely. “If you go on in put down-even as wise Sir Peter this way I must leave you at once." Laurie once said he would put down “Go, by all means-go! But if suicide.

you do, I'll follow you to your herNever were two women less alike mitage. You shan't escape me." than Edith Herbert and Helen Fitz- “What do you want me to do ?” maurice. But, as the former said in “Oh, now you're getting sensible. her letter to Luttrel, they were bound Will you have some breakfast? These together by a double tie. Edith's life cold birds are capital." had been self-sacrifice; Helen's had " Thank you; I breakfasted some been entirely selfish. And now Edith hours ago. Tell me what you want considered it her duty again to sacri- of me." fice herself for Helen, when that “I want you altogether. You must imperious and impetuous lady made leave that little girl, and come with the demand.

me. I shall die or go mad if I'm A messenger brought to Cedar alone. Will you come ?" Cottage, late at night, a scarcely in- “You must give me a day or two telligible note from Mrs. Fitzmaurice. to decide." It entreated Mrs. Herbert to come “Not an hour-not a minute. If to her immediately. The latter lady you won't come, you must be responpostponed the visit to the following sible for the consequences, and you day, and then sought the widow at know what they are likely to be. Say the Red Lion at Henley. The fair yes or no, at once.” Helen was dallying with a late break- “But where are you going ?” asked fast when Mrs. Herbert entered. Mrs. Herbert.

“So you have condescended to come “Yes or no? Which? We'll talk and see me," she said. “Now, don't of other matters afterwards." you think I'm very badly treated ?" There was a pause of a few minutes.

"I can scarcely tell," said Mrs. At last Mrs. Herbert saidHerbert, with a grave smile, “until "Yes. I suppose it is my duty to I hear what you have to complain go.”. of.”

“Duty! If you do your duty, “O, nothing, of course—nothing, in you're the only creature in the world your view of things. You can stay that does. I don't believe you always contentedly down here by the foggy did it, either.” river, hearing a little girl in short No," she replied, sorrowfully, “or frocks say her spelling, and declare I should not be here." you're happy, because you're doing “Well, never mind," said Helen, your duty! I hate the word.” looking at a charming little watch

“But what is the matter ?” fixed in the bracelet on her lovely “Why this. I'm ordered to leave wrist

. “It's twelve o'clock. You London,

forsooth, by that cold blooded can be back by three, I'm sure ; then tyrant of mine. I may go where I we'll have some lunch or something, like, if I'm away from the only place and take the first train.”. in the world worth living in. No Mrs. Herbert returned to Cedar drives in the park, no box at the Cottage. She deemed it her duty to Opera, no dinners at Richmond or accompany this imperious woman, Greenwich-nothing but a wretched but was very wretched at the thought humdrum country life. And all be- of leaving Lily and the quiet cottage cause that foolish Harry fancied him- by the Thames. But, having gone self in love with me, and came talking through one terrible incident, whereby all sorts of boyish nonsense. I'm sure her connexion with her former life I never encouraged him.”

was severed, and this by her own 0, Helen Fitzmaurice!

fault, she had stolidly resolved always "Well,” said Mrs. Herbert, “what to do what she believed to be her are you going to do ?”

duty, whatever it might cost her. "Poison myself, I think,” she When people-women especiallyanswered vehemently. “Pour some make this kind of determination, they prussic acid into the paté de foie gras are apt to take exaggerated views of --'twill only give it a nice almond what is their duty. In the present flavour."

case Mrs. Herbert felt sure that she " Don't be wicked," said Mrs. was right; so she wrote the letter to


Guy Lattrel which we have already But a kind hearted old lady, neverseen, and she packed her portmantenu, theless, loving her young mistress and she told Lily that she was going devotelly, and half angry with Mrs. away, for how long a time was un- Herbert for venturing to leave her. certain.

It wasn't her fault that she had no "O, how dreadfully (ull," ex- idea of a winter evening's amusement claimed the spoilt child." And in beyond ghost stories and roasted this winter weather, too, with snow chestnuts. And if our Lily was upon the ground. O, you might wait rather frightened, Tabitha, the staltill papa could come

wart housemaid, who was a wonder* Your papa won't let you be long stricken and most credulous listener, alone, Lily. Perhaps he will find was horrified beyond words; and, you some livelier coinpanion than I when a second night's entertainment am. At any rate, old Kezia will do of the same sort was proposed, craved the best she can to cheer you." and obtained permission to go to bed.

"Old Kezia!" laughed Lily. "Why, But we must follow Mrs. Herbert she's as deaf as a post; and her idea to the Red Lion, whither she arrived of amusing me is to tell me the at about three o'clock. The waiter most horrid ghost stories you ever was just bringing up luncheon. Mul. heard. I declare if it wasn't such ligatawny soup steamed in a silver wretched weather I think I'd run turcen, and a decanter of straw. away."

coloured sherry, and a long-necked "You'll soon get over your trouble, green flask of still hork showed that my dear Lily. And I hope, as I said the fair Helen did not mean to forego bonjime, th: your pipa will find you her accustomed laxuries. Had Guy a livelser empunion."

Luttrel bern present he could scarcely "No, I won't have any. You have refrained from an allusion to must come back, dear Mrr Herbert. the Pápuasa junciouta, which the most Promise now that you'll write to me mischievous of Helens used some directly, and tell ine when you are thirty centuries ago a care-destroy. coming back.”

ing liquor, which she appears to have Mrs. Herbert promised ; and Lily, obtained from some Egyptian Tod. having watched the fly till a turn in Heatly. the road caused its disappearane, Fish followed soup, and cutlets fish, went indoors in a very disonsolate and game cutlets, and the champagne mood. If my present reader chances was excellent y iced; and Helen Fitzto be a pretty girl of Lily's age, she maurice, changed in mood, jested will probably ailmit that to be shut merrily as she ate anel drank. Edith up in a country cottage, with nobody Herbert had little heart for jests, but to amuse you, except a deaf old she managed to eat some lunch, being woman with a genius for telling bor- informed that she had a long journey rible ghost stories, is, on the whole, before her. rather slow. I must, however, con- "It's not very far to Salisbury hy fess that Lily went into the kitchen mail, but then we must post," wurd that evening and roasted some chest. Helen. nuts on the hearth, and made old Kenia “You have not told me where you tell her anrienot preternaturalatories, think of ging," sud Mrs. Herlert. each more horrid than the last, until "No, but I will You have never she was afraid to go to bed, and prosi

. heard, perhapa, where my tyrant first tively screamed when she met the found me. cat coming down stairs Old Keria " I have not." was a pallid, toothless, sunken-eyed, " How should you !" said Helen, unearthly erone, who looked so ex daintily taking an olive to relish her tremely like a ghost that, to say the claret.' " He found me widte I knew truth, I would rather not hear her nothing of this sint of thing or of tell ghost stories at midnight--when many other things that I wish to

Heaven I hndi never learnt. He found ** The socket floats and flares,

me where I used be up at sunrise, to
And the house-baus man, milk cow, to make be *d chceae.
And a foot unknown
He found me a

la runnined on the garret stairs, married me.
And the locks slip unawaren" never thought

loved me. He made me what I am ; or hail-storm of R's. It was hard to as different from what I was as you doubt his sincerity. can imagine. And then--and then “I will write to Mr. Mauleverer - he found out-and I found out- about

you,” said Helen. what you know. O, it was horrible ! “Write, Madame," he replied with How I loved him then, and now I a civil sneer. almost hate him sometimes. But, “Well, you can go now.

What pshaw! I am getting ridiculous. You time is the train ?” want to know where I am going?” “At six, Madame.” “I do."

"Be ready with the luggage.” “I am going to the very place When he was gone, Mrs. Herbert where he first found me--where I saidlived with my grandfather. When “That man is a scoundrel, Helen. he settled that money upon me, you I would not employ him if I were you. know, I bought the strange old place, I never saw so dishonest a countefeeling sure that some day I should nance." want to go back to it. And now I " He hates the name of Mauleverer. am going."

I care for nothing else. I have seen “ Have you any servants with you?" very handsome and honourable faces inquired Mrs. Herbert.

that concealed cruelty and wicked"Only one. I wouldn't take my ness. I like the man." maid, Lolotte. She'd be useless in Helen Fitzmaurice had hoped to the country, and she's a spy and a get to the Grange that night, but the thief, I believe. I've just engaged a portly landlord of the White Hart at new man-servant, for I shall want Salisbury, who might easily have been some civilized being to look after my mistaken for the Bishop, assured her affairs. He is going with us.'' it was impossible. She gave it up;

“Who is he? Is he well-recom- had a quiet little supper, and ordered mended ?”

post-horses to be ready at twelve. “He is a Frenchman. His name “I thought you were in such a is Louis Chartier. His last place was hurry, Helen,” said her companion. in the service of a Mauleverer, and “So I am, I suppose ; but you see his chief recommendation to me is I am going back to my old life. Tothat he hates every one who bears morrow I shall sleep late and breakthat name.”

fast late-that's the last enjoyment of "How can you be so wicked? It my present life ; in future I intend is shocking to listen to you. And to live as I did when I was a girlperhaps, after all, he only said this before I was unhappy." because he saw you disliked the Maul- Accordingly, Helen came down to everers."

breakfast at eleven, and loitered over "0!" she almost screamed, “I the meal till half-past twelve, reading believe it. I know it. The man is a the Times, and it was nearly two bespy. O, what wretches they are !" fore they started.

And therewith she suddenly sprang My readers have not, I hope, forfrom her seat and rang the bell with gotten the quaint old Grange. Helen vixenish violence. A waiter entered. had not seen it since she left it, but “Send my servant here."

it had been kept in good order by her Our villanous acquaintance, Louis directions, and even that fatal gallery Chartier, already escaped from the on which she played the part of a fangs of justice, presented himself. ghost, had been carefully restored. He looked, as he very well could Edith Herbert had long since lost her look, the most perfect of valets. gaiety of spirit; a sober cheerfulness

"Have you told me the truth ?" said was her best mood ; but now, with a Helen, abruptly, “Do you really hate bright January sun shining upon the Mauleverers ? I believe you are frozen snow, the old Grange looked a spy."

positively delightful; and the great The valet's naturally hideous mouth hall, where a huge wood fire was became preternaturally hideous as he blazing, seemed the very acme of olduttered some horrible French execra- fashioned comfort ; but for having

which connected the name of left Lily, Mrs. Herbert would have

ver with a perfect hurricane felt almost happy in her novel position. Helen Fitzmaurice, entering the Harry loved me. Why did I send hall in which her girlhood had been him away ?". spent with her kind grandfather, "You could not be so wicked as to stood fixed as a statue. The past encourage him, Helen ?" came back upon her. She forgot her “I don't know. I am wild, I marriage, her separation from her think. 0, to be loved is 80 sweet; husband, her London triumphs and and to be despised, and treated with luxuries ; she forgot poor Harry ; she courteous disdain, and ordered to bethought only of the kind-hearted old have discreetly, as I have been for farmer whose death was the begin- years, is so bitter. O, if you knew it ning of her miseries. Late that and had any heart you would not night, when the household were in wonder that I regret poor Harry. bed, the two women sat by the fire, He loves me. Yes, Harry dear, you occasionally conversing in short sen- love me--I know you do." tences.

“Come," said Mrs. Herbert," it is “I sometimes feel,” said Helen, almost midnight. Let us go to bed." "as if I were poor Nelly Withers They went. While they had been again. When grandfather died, they conversing Louis Chartier had been said I should have to go out to ber- concealed in a recess of the vast old vice. I wish I had-oh! how I wish hall, listening attentively. There I had !"

were secrets he knew-secrets affect“ You might have been quite as ing the Mauleverers. He must find miserable,” said Mrs. Herbert, saga- them out. "I wonder," he thought, ciously.

" is it Mr. Harry Mauleverer who is “I could not have been as miser- in love with this diablesse! It must able as I ain," she said, excitedly; be. I am sorry for him. I don't "Oh, how I hate that man! And I hate him so much as his brother. hate your clever Mr. Luttrel worse Who is her tyrant! I must find out. still. It was he had me sent from I must make myself necessary to her. London. I know it was. I'll be re- She has no scruples. If I take her venged upon him, see if I don't.” the letters Mrs. Herbert writes and

"I will not remain with you, Helen," receives she will be glad of them. I said Mrs. Herbert, "if you talk in must do it delicately not to offend this wicked way. It is dreadful.” her. O, this is a charming little

" You must stay with me; you game, and I hold winning cards. If know it. On, my poor dear grand- one wants revenge, there is nothing father! nobody else was ever kind to like getting it through a woman. me-except, perhaps, Harry. I have will be master here yet. I wonder been very cruel to Harry."

if she knows anything about the true " It would have been very wrong heir ?" to act otherwise," said Mrs. Herbert. These and similar reflexions passed

"O, I know. Duty again--always through the brain of Louis Chartier duty. Did you ever love! No, you as he crept stealthily to his room. are ice--you have never known love.

* What news, what news, thou pilgrim gray, what news from southern land ?

How fare the bold Conservatives, how is it with Ferrand ?"_Bon Gaultier. A CONTE-TED!ection is a very enjoy- of Riverine had resolved that Guy able piece of excitement. Riverdale Luttrel si tid not be re-elected, if is a town where you get it in pericc- they count help it. They chose as tion. The lazy athietic pusputation of their canul te Sir Arthur Willesden, the place turn out in full force. To a young baronet who had got into see the vast open area of the market the hands of the Jews, but who was crowded with eager faces, while there quite ready for anything fresh in the xan uproar,ainid which no speaker shape of excitement. The "wire pul

Ferrand could hope to get a ler" of the Radicals, to use a vile rather fine. The Radical american phrase, was a person called

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