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ments, and the valuable nicknaeks which You must have heard the news, or you were strewn about them ;- but on second would not be packing up to cut and run in thoughts he determined to leave them, fear- this way." ing they would be missed by his servant “ I have this moment returned to town, on his return, and thus suspicion would be and I tell you I have heard no news whatexcited. Finally, he dragged the large ever." trunk back into the hall, and fetching the Well, then, not to keep you in suspense portmanteau which he ordinarily used, any further, the short and long of the commenced filling it with wearing apparel, matter is this. Late this evening, after carefully packing, too, his splendid dress business hours, I received a private teleing-case with silver-gilt fittings, and a gram in cipher from Garcia, the resident quantity of plate which he took from an engineer at Terra del Fuegos, andiron safe in his bedroom.

Mr. Delabole stopped and whistled. He had opened the door of this safe, and “And,” interrupted Philip Vane, who was looking through a number of docu- scarcely had noticed the announcement his ments, bills, and other securities, with the companion had to make to him, so great intention of seeing which could be made was his relief. available in his fight, when he heard a “And," continued Mr. Delabole, looking sudden knock at the door. Not an ordinary hard at him, “ the water has come into the knocking, but quick, hurried, and studiously mine, and it is all U-P.” low, as though the person knocking were “That's a bad business, said Vane, fearful of attracting other observation than striving to look interested. “What do you that of the person whose attention he was intend to do ?” endeavouring to catch.

“Well, you are a plucked one, Philip, I Philip Vane paused in his task and will say that for you,” said Mr. Delabole, listened ; his heart beat so loudly that at in admiration. “You take this as coolly first he could not hear anything else, and as though it were a trifle, instead of meanafter the knocking had ceased, for a minute ing ta-ta to every sixpence you have got in afterwards he heard it distinctly. He filled the world. To be sure there is Mrs. Bena wine-glass from a decanter of brandy on dixen's money in prospect, but one ought the sideboard and swallowed its contents, never to reckon upon that until one has then he crossed the hall and paused at the touched it. And you ask me what I am outside door.

going to do. I will tell you, my dear “Who's there ?” he asked, in a low Philip, in a word of four letters—bolt!" tone.

“Leave England ?" "I,” replied the well-known voice of "Leave England very much indeed, for Mr. Delabole, pitched in the same key. a short time. I had always arranged with "Let me in at once-most important !" Garcia that when this crisis happened-I

Vane opened the door, and Mr. Dela- knew it was always on the cards, having bole entered. He knew the way, he had been told so by old Prothero, when he been there often before, and, with his host came back from his second visit and sold following him, he rapidly crossed the little all his shares—I had arranged with Garcia hall and passed into the sitting-room. to let me have forty-eight hours' notice When he saw the half-filled portmanteau before the news could reach the City in the and the room littered with clothes and regular way. If he keeps his word, and I papers, he started back and turned quickly have no doubt he will, the interesting ocround.

currence will not get wind until Thursday “Hallo!” he said, “so soon ? I came to morning, by which time weớif you decide warn you, but you seem to have heard of upon accompanying me-can be the other it already."

side the Pyrenees, and well into Spain.”. “ Heard of what ?" said Vane, looking “Is there absolute necessity for your bluntly at him.

going?" Mr. Delabole's face was pale; there was "Well, my dear Philip, when the T.D.F. a strained, worn look round his eyes, his bursts up, there will be rather a howl, and usual gorgeous shirt-front was crumpled, it will probably, too, be better for me to be and his ring-covered little hands were very out of the reach of certain speculative dirty; but it was with something of his persons who may think they have been old jaunty manner that he said: “Won't defrauded of their money.

What an exdo, my dear Philip—things are too serious traordinary fellow you are ! You must just now for us to indulge in such gaff. necessarily make yourself scarce, and yet you seem to be displeased with the notion What's the meaning of those stains on his of my company, which I thought would hands and cuffs and wristband? That was bave afforded you the greatest delight.” where he was all this day, when he would

“It is not that, of course; I should be tell no one where he was going! And glad of your society, but it's hard lines to here are his boots and trousers still cased have to run away into hiding just now.” with the heavy country mud! What was

“You can take Mrs. Bendixen with you, the meaning of this packing up, which I my dear Philip,” said Mr. Delabole, sar- interrupted him in ? His plate and papers donically. “She will not know that it is too, I see, to take with him. What did anything more than a mere commercial that mean but to bolt? This is an infernal smash;

and she will be doubly anxious to bad business,” he continued, dropping into have the opportunity of concealing her a chair and wiping his forehead. " Î wish own stricken deer. Besides, you might to Heavens I had not come here !" have had to bolt in a more hurried manner. At this moment Philip Vane opened his Oh, by the way, I have news for you.” eyes, and after gazing wearily round him,

“What news ?” said Vane, starting gradually struggled into a sitting posture. “ More trouble?”

"Help me to get up, Delabole," he said, “On the contrary,” said Delabole, “good. in a faint voice. “Give me your hand.” Just before I came out, Asprey enclosed "Not I,” said Mr. Delabole, drawing me this telegram, which he received to back and plunging his hands into his night. Read it for yourself.”

pockets. Mr. Delabole took an envelope from his “What's the matter ?” said Philip, still pocket and handed it to his companion, faintly. “What has happened?" who opened it eagerly, and spread out its “ This has happened, Philip Vane; that contents before him. But he had scarcely I know where you were during this day glanced at the paper, when, with a heavy and what you did! Henceforth we work groan, he fell senseless on the floor. separate, and I advise you to keep clear of

Mr. Delabole was a practical man; he me. I don't pretend to be strait-laced; rushed into the bedroom, and emerging I am not particular as to how I get my with the water-jug, dashed a stream over money so long as it comes, but I have his friend's face; then dropping on his never gone in for murder yet, and I don't knees beside him, untied his neckerchief, intend to do so. And look here; you know unbuttoned his waistcoat and shirt, and I am sound enough, but if you don't want lifted up his hand that he might feel how others, who might not be quite so reliable, the pulse was beating.

to find out what I have found out to-night, What makes him drop the hand suddenly look to your coat-cuff

, and shirt-wristband, as though it had been red-hot, letting it and trousers, and boots, and be off out of fall heavily on the floor? What makes this place, before the hue-and-cry is upon him bend over it again as it lies there you.' donbled up and shapeless, and peer So saying, without another look at his curiously at the cuff and shirt-wristband ? companion, Mr. Delabole put on his hat What makes him shrink back, regaining and strolled from the room, leaving Philip his feet with one bound, and looking down Vane grovelling on the ground. with horror on the prostrate form ? “He did it,'

,” he muttered. “By the Lord !”

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and the sunshine seemed to vanish from spray of the great waterfalls. The week the walls of the little parlour. He laid lengthened itself into a bewitching fortdown knife and fork, and found that he night. And even after that time had passed could eat nothing more.

many more rosy days still dawned and set, “ I left the pack at Tobereevil,” he said, and left them wandering. with an effort at speaking lightly. “I The acquaintance of the young people quitted the place rather abruptly, and ripened well during this time. Aunt forgot to bring my goods."

Martha's donkey was an obstinate brute, Did—did he recognise you ?” asked and was always taking sulky fits and Aunt Martha, anxiously, seeing that some lagging behind the ponies. Aunt Martha painful memory had laid hold of the young did not mach fancy boating upon lakes.

The young people had many a quiet hour "Oh, no, nothing of the kind. He re- in which to learn each other off by heart. ceived me very well. We made some bar- Paul was extravagantly happy. He was gains together. It was only that a panic companion, mentor, and often guardian of seized me

this girl whom he loved solely and passion“ A panic ?” said Miss Martha.

ately, loving no one else in the world. But "A fit of panic to which I am subject. by-and-bye, out of the fever of his delight, I had to run away.” Miss Martha looked he got a great new fear which outweighed troubled, and May was in a puzzle. “Don't all else that had ever troubled him before. let us talk of it,” said Paul, with a swift He fought with it awhile, vowing that he return of gaiety. I have a longing to be would win that thing on which he had happy awhile, before I settle down to look set his heart. He was not a coward, he the future in the face. Humour me, dear thought, though hard beset with shadows madam. Give me a whole week."

which threatened to darken his whole life. “ I will give you as many as you like,” | He had an arm fit to wield a sword, or to said Miss Martha, smiling, “only tell me break stones on the highway, a heart ready how the gift is to be made.”

to grapple with any substantial danger “I want to see the country,” said Paul. which might confront him. But it seemed “I want to wander about gipsy fashion, to him that nature had given him no reand see the beauties of the land. If you fuge from the plague of his imagination, and-and

had given him over to the malice of the Paul glanced pleadingly at the bright creatures of his bad dreams. Nature had face opposite.

offered no refuge, but he had found one for “May," said the girl, smiling.

himself in another human soul. And now Paul's face grew radiant. “ If you and —if he should lose her? May,” he said, “ will come with me, if you As for May, when her observation of will trust yourselves to my care, I think we certain sad fits of Paul's had reminded her can have some pleasant days.”

that he had a trouble, she found herself not The young girl's eyes flashed delight; so well able to pity him as she had fancied but Aunt Martha's cap began to bob in she should be. If Katherine had treated deprecation.

him hardly, why not let the past go to the “ You have never had the rheumatism, winds? What was there about her so either of you,” she said ; but neverthe- precious that she should be mourned for less she promised in the end to do her best all through life? She was frivolous and to turn traveller, for the sake of these two. foolish; but a man might not see that.

So this little party set out to do what Yet why not enjoy the lovely summer people so seldom think of doing. They while it stayed ? Why look on the ground contrived a tour of pleasure in their own and sigh, and turn silent and pale while country. They went driving leisurely along the world was all in a glow, and full of joy unknown roads, seeing fine sights, and ar- on every side? She had no patience with riving by sun-down at sequestered inns, such blindness. For her part she believed in romantic byplaces of extraordinary that people ought to be happy when they beauty. They mounted ponies, at least two could. Death and parting were sad enough of them did, for Miss Martha would have when they came. But when people were nothing fiercer than a donkey. They well, among birds singing and flowers climbed mountains, they sat upon wonder blooming, they deserved to be miserable if ful crags, they floated about lakes in the they would not try to be a little glad. One blue atmosphere of enchanted days, and thing she would do for him, and she did they looked at each other through the it with all her might. She would avoid She got a

the slightest mention of Camlough and its chance of winning her to be the angel of belongings. And she kept this resolution so my life. well that she made mischief.

"So I let my love have full sway,

neither nervous dread of mentioning Katherine or checked it nor stinted it in hopes and preher lover. But Paul forced her to mention sent delights. I waked in the morning them in the end.

and said, 'In an hour I shall see her face, I have said that Paul Finiston was in and perhaps she will give me her hand ; the habit of talking to himself in a note- not for life, indeed, but for a happy mobook. It could not be called a diary, for ment. She will dazzle me with the mornhe did not write in it every day. He ing sunshine of her eyeshad been too busy in his foreign life for

Sweetest eyes were ever seen, the enjoyment of such a regular indul. gence. Yet he was a man so full of fancies, and her mouth will be smiling like a halfand moods, and unrealities, that there were open rose. Her very gown will have the times when it was a relief to pour them out freshness of an uncrumpled rose-leaf, and in black and white. He used to say to him. I will give her roses with the dew on, whic self that these jottings helped him along his she will wear in her bosom. I shall meet life in the way of common sense. He could her blooming in open air in the cool of the look back and laugh at his odd humours, morning, delighting the early sun, and and take measures to hinder their return. putting all the flowers to shame. At a But if nature has learned a trick it is not distance I shall compare her to the wet easy to keep her from playing it.

blossoms in my hand, but when she sees Paul returned to his note-book in the me I shall discover that she has a beauty little tourists' inn.

which they lack. For the rose cannot " I have been unutterably happy," he change colour with that variety which is wrote, “ but now I have got a new devil to the charm of her young face. I shall live torment me. It is hard to understand how all day by her side. She will address to a man's mind can be so changed in a few me her quaint remarks, and laugh at me weeks. It is little more than three since my with her laugh which makes me merry old enemy drove me back over the hills, whether I will or not. I shall say to her and I went, leaving her to a future from what I please, for nothing is too odd to which I excluded my own life for ever- amuse her, and I think she likes to be more. Now, if I were so urged, I would puzzled. I shall ask her questions, drawing take all risks, and I would not go, unless out her opinions on this matter and that, further driven by some sign from her. The and the answers will be so original that it fears which were so lively when the enemy is of no use for me to speculate on what let them loose upon me are gone on the they are likely to be. I shall enjoy all this winds, and come near me no more. I have from morning till night, and then see many only one fear: that she will give herself more of such days before me; how many away from me.

I do not care to count, for I have hopes “When I loved her less I had no dread that the future may be in itself a great of failing to win her love. I don't think treasury of them. I shall breathe in bliss it was quite as a coxcomb that I said to with the common breath of life, because I myself that I would try to do it within have found a creature both soft and wise, this holiday month. It seemed to me that both keen-witted and simple, to be loved her life must have been such a child's life, apart from the world with an only and that she must still be such a child. I perfect love.' thonght her past was a white path, and that “But my raptures and self-gratulations my own and her Aunt Martha's were the have been a little premature. only full-sized shadows that had been cast "Yesterday we sat together, she and I, upon it. I had liberty and opportunity in a rainbow among the mists of the great to woo the shy yet frank and uncon- waterfall. She looked like some slim scious creature, and woo her I would, water-nymph in her limp muslin gown, all with all urgency and devotion. There was damped and clinging with the dews from

to interfere with me, for the those mists. I had seated her on a mossy mountains do not seek mates, and though slab of stones, with my cloak about her feet the trees might be in love with her, they had for protection from the wet. An ash-tree to suffer in their dumbness. So that unless from the rocks above had laid some clusshe hated love and worship, and the tender ters of its red berries upon her shoulders, care of a life given up to her, I had a fair and hung more like fantastic tassels about

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