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hi:n I Dismiss all thoughts of him from you mind, my pet, or it may lead to Something wrong. For my part I will rot invite him here again, and then you will soon forget all about him." •No, no!" cried Ethel, leaping to her fe t. "Do not do that, mamma I could not bear it!" "It would be for your own benefit, my den r." "Oh, no. I must see him. His absence would kill me." "Ah, Ethel, you have had but little experience in these matters. As you grow older you will grow wiser, depend upon

"I believe inT the l^axinf^which "says •absence makes the heart grow fonder.'" "Well, my dear, think over what I have said, and you will arrive at the conclusion that I am right."

Ethel did think over it, and she arrived at the conclusion that her mother .was not right.

On the morning that we introduce Mrs. Danvers to the notice of the reader, she is seated at the drawing-room window, looking dreamily at the passing traffic, but ever and anon she looks round at the door of the room as if expecting someone.

At last she gets impatient and, ringing the bell, directs a servant to send her Alice, her daughter's maid.

After a short interval Alice appeared. "Alice," said Mrs. Danvers, "is Miss Ethel i« her room still?" "Her room, madam asked Alice, lookfag somewhat startled. "No, madam." "Well, then, where is she?" "I have not the least idea, matiam. She dressed two hours ago and went out." "Went outT "Yes, madam.w "Very singular! Did she not say where was going?" "N—no, madam," stammered Alice, as face turned a shade paler. "Hem! Very well. Directly she rent say I wish to speak to her."

The maid bowed and retired. Half an hour afterwards Ethel returnand with a firm tread entered the awing-room.()- ,,t ,30 *. "Great Heavens, Ethel!" cried Mrs. nvers, "what is the meaning of that?" "That! What?" "Why have you attired yourself in that black dress and veil "Fancy, I suppose." "No, no, Ethel, that cannot be the reason. There is something more than fancy in your going out in -a black dress and veil and you are paler than usual, and your hands tremble. Tell me, my dear," she said tenderly, "tell me what is the matter?''

Ethel hesitated for a few seconds, and then she said, as she clasped-her hands: I "Mamma, I have found it all out." "Found it out? Found what out?" "The reason of Rowland's coldness to me.* "Rowland again! Dear, dear me, Ethel, that matter will certainly drive you mad if you persist in it.. But tell me what yon mean?" -sv "Some one told me yesterday that Rowland was to be seen in the Row every morning with a young lady." "Who told you!" J# "That does not matter I have promised not to say. Well, this morning I went to the Row, and "Played the spy!',.interrupted Mrs. Danvers. "No, but Pwatched and I saw that I had been rightly informed. Rowland was there, and by his side was—whom do you think? Oh," and Ethel rose and paced the floor excitedly, "I think I shall indeed go mad" "Well, my dear, who was it?1' "Grace Thome!"

Mrs. Danvers made no reply for some moments, at length she said: "Well, and what of that?" "What of it, mamma What of it Can't you see that she "My dear Ethel, how strangely you talk! Surely Mr. Rowland Saxby may please himself with respect to friends." "But they are more than friends." "How can you tell that?'.' "As they passed me I overheard a portion of their conversation. He addressed her as 'my dear!'" "Well, that is rather out of the way, certainly, but you cannot complain." "But you do not think of the long time I have been trying to bring him to my side. And to think that he should devote his attentions to a girl like her." "Grace Thome is a very pretty girl." "True. But, mamma," and Ethel came close to her mother, "do you think she is more beautiful than I "I do not, my child, but you know men's opinions differ so much. If I were you, Ethel, I should devote myself to young Leon Cathcart. He is a nice young fellow enough, very rich, and I am certain he loves you." "That may be, but I have" no love to give him." "Ah me!" sighed Mrs. Danvers, as her daughter left the room, "things were very different when I was a young girl." "Ethel walked straight to her dressingroom. Alice, her maid, was awaiting her. "Was I right, Miss Ethel she asked. "Yes, you were," cried Ethel fiercely, as she stood and surveyed herself in the glass. "You were right. I saw them and heard a little of what they said. But I must wait and watch. By heaven! if ehe dares to stand in my tath, I

"Ob, hush!" cried Alice "yonr mamni* may hear you." "I care not who hears me," replied Ethel firmly, as she fixed her flashing eyes upon the maid "I say that if she dares to stand in my path I will kill her!"

And as she uttered these terrible words, she clutched her maid tightly by the arm. The maid knew her temperknew what she was when roused to fury, and she trembled. "Oh, miss," she said, "I do so wish I had not told you." "You did quite right to tell me, and I will make you a present for the information. Go now, Alice, and leave me alone. I want to think over it." "I am sure something will happen," muttered the maid as she left the room.

CHAPTER II.

Rowland Saxby was one of the pets of society.

He was tilled "An# of the h&ridsofnest men in London," and certainly when society said this, society, for once, was right. Rowland was indeed a remarkably handsome man.

But he was not c6trceited, after the manner of many men who are gifted by nature with more than the ordinary amount of personal beauty.

Beside^ being possessed of great personal beiuty, he was heir to large estates, although not to a title, for his father's title would cease with his death*

From the fact of his one day becoming a yery rich man, he was a great attraction to numerous mammas who had daughters on their. hands whom they wanted to be comfortably settled in life.

These were introduced to Rowland by the dozen, but to their infinite annoyance he treated one precisely the "same as another, so that, eventually, mammas were heard to say that to touch the heart of Rowland Saxby was utterly out of question, and they gave up the attempt as a failure, yet they still invited him to their numerous little parties, balls, and so on. !Then, all of a sudden, society was 'startled, and lifted up its eyes in pure astonishment. .*-

What about Simply this: Mrs. Thome, who kept a very beautiful house in Park-lane (although it was rumored that she was by no means well-to-do, and for that reason seldom moved in society), had an only daughter, Grace.'" At fourteen, Grace, who was then a remarkably plain girl, was sent to a boarding-school in Paris. 8he stayed there five years, and then very suddenly made her appearance in society.

Society saw her, and was compelled to confess that she had changed from a plain to a very pretty girl.

Yes that much society confessed, and directly afterward turned round and said: "But of what use is it to be pretty when one has no fortune?''

Well, it is every use. There are, thank Heaven, many thousands of men in the world who think more of a pretty face and graceful and gentle ways, than a whole cartload of money-bags.

And Rowland Saxby was one of the many who thought thus. No sooner did he set eyes on Grace than he loved her. Indeed, it was love at first sight on both sides.

Before a month had passed away Grace wore upon her finger the betrothal-ring, and as the days passed she seemed to get happier than ever.

One day—it was three days after Ethel Danvers had seen her with Rowland in the Row—Grace wa« in the drawingroom, looking eagerly out of the window.

Rowland, the previous evening, had sent her a note, which was to this effect: "Mr

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b3 with you early—«iy at eleven. I have a pre-ent to givd you: a somewhat singular one, you will sfiy but with it there will be somethin? useful."

It was therefore no wonder that Grace was anxious to know what the present was.

Soon after the appointed time Rowland drove up, and soon held Grace in his arms. "You are looking more beautiful than ever, my love," he cried, gazing proudly down at the upturned face. "Oh, Rowland, how you do flatter." "I am sure I mean what I say. There is no prettier girl in society than you. But now to business, as my father is in the habit of saying. I see you are looking at this parcel I have. Well, sit down, Grace, and I will show you the contents."

Grace did as he desired, and Rowland commenced to untie the parcel. Of course he did as men usually do—that is to say, knowing that she was curious, he took longer thanyaa necessary to untie the parcel.

It was accomplished at last, and there was displayed a mahogany box beautifully and artistically bound with bands of solid gold.

Grace opened her eyes in wonder, and she found it impossible to sit still any longer.

Rowland now produced a key, unlocked the box, raised the inside silk lid, and then—well, then Grace uttered a cry of wonder.

Nestling amid a pile of white silk was a wreath of orange blossoms, and in the center of that a pair of bracelets, the diamonds upon which flashed and glittered like a running brook in the sun's rays. "Oh, how lovely!" cried Grace. "Which do vou mean asked Rowland. "The wreath or the bracelets V' "Oh, both!" But even as she said this her face wore an expression of wonder.

What was meant by the wreath of or-ange-blossoms Rowland took it out of the box and laid it carefully upon the table. Then he took Grace by the hand and led her to a seat, and sitting beside her, her hand still within his own, he said: "My love, in presenting that to you I obey the commands of my dear dead mother."

Grace started. ."Your mother, Rowland?" she said. ?"Yes. When my mother was dying she said: 'My dear boy, there is one thing I

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wish you to promise me. Yon may think it rather singular, but it is something I have always wished. Yon know that in my cabinet is a mahogany box, bound with gold. In that is the Wreath of or-ange-blossoms I wore when your father married me.* There also are the bracelets I wore for twenty years of my life. Now, will you promise that the lady you niarry shall wear that wreath on the day she is married, and the bracelets also?' Of course, Grace, I promised. And I am sure you will please me by assisting me in keeping that promise. Will yon not •Oh, Rowland," replied Grace, as she kissed him tenderly, "that I will. That promise must be sacredly kept. And I see nothing strange in the idea. All women have some idea, you know. And when we—when we—" "Are married. Yes, my dear.** "When we are married I shall wear it, and no one will know but what it is quite new. It does not look old, does it?" A "No, that it certainly does not." "And the bracelets are they not beautiful?" "They are indeed. Let me place them upon your wrists."

And Rowland fixed the glittering jewels upon Grace's white wrists, where Bhe surveyed them rapturously. "And now," said Rowland, "I must be off, Grace. I 6ball return at one, and then, no doubt, you will be ready for the Row." fa "What, Leon, my boy! how the deuce are you? Where have you been? Where are you off to, and where on earth have you been hiding?"

And Rowland laid his hand lightly upon the shoulder of Leon Cathcart. He had not proceeded far from Grace's residence when be met him. I "Just half a moment, Rowland, my I friend," replied Leon, as he slowly removed his cigar from his mouth. "I am not well up in memory, you know, and 11 aril utterly unused to a running fire of questions. In the first place, how the deuce am I Well, I am seedy, and I look it. Where am I off to? Haven't the least idea. Where have I been hiding, I think you said? Well, I've been to Paris, and as I found every one over there precisely the same as they are here, I came sorrowfully back." "How did you find them." "Dull, my boy, dull," and awfully slow. They Bay the world is continually going round, but, alas, I am of a different opinion, for I am certain it is continually standing still."

And Leon assumed an attitude of profound uneasiness. Rowland laughed heartily, and placing Leon's arm within his own, the pair strolled on.

They had been friends and companions for years. As boys they played together, and it was, therelore. no wonder that they should tell each other their secrets, and as they proceeded Rowland informed Leon of his betrothal to Grace Thome.

Leon congratulated him. /r "I am sure you could not have selected a more fitting match, Rowland," he said. "She is everything a man could wish for, apd I know you will both be very happy. Ah, dear me." "Why do you sigh "Oh, I have a load of misery upon my soul," replied Leon, in mock dramatic tones. "Indeed! sorry to hear it, I'm sure. Where have you been to get such a disease?" "Down there," replied Leon, pointing in the direction of Brompton. "What, at "Yes." -I"Hem!"

Silence for a few, moments, and then Rowland said: "Why, my dear Leon, I thought you were making good progress with her."

Leon shook his head sadly. "I wish I was,* he said, "but I don't think it is any use trying longer. She loves some one else, I'm sure. And, upon my soul, I—but there, I had better not say it." "Say what Is it a secret

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"No that is, I don't know what you can call it. But look here, Rowland," and Leon stopped short "I believe that she loves you." "Me!" v* tf "Yes, I do indeed." "Impossible!" "Don't say that. Has she heard of yonr engagement to Grace Thome?" "Not that I am aware of." "Have you seen her lately?"

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"No I have not noticed her anywhere lately." "And you have not called on Mrs. Danvers lately?" "No, I have not. I have been busy." "What, at Park-lane "Not all the time. I have been busy with my father's affairs." "Ah. Well depend updfl it, Ethel has heard of your engagement. I won't say why I think so and, you know, it is rather singular that you have not called there. I say, Rowland, tell jne like a good fellow you never had any love for her, did you?" "Never, my boy, never!" "But you don't dislike her?"

"Certainly not. I think Ethel is a Very beautiful and accomplished young lady. I don't wonder you love her." "Then perhaps I have made a mistake. I will have another try."

By this time they reached the park, and Rowland proposed that before he called for Grace, they shonld take a walk round the Row, a proposition to which Leon consented.

Leaning over the rails, idly watching the few riders who had made their appearance, and chatting respecting the merits of Grace Thome and Ethel Danvers, they were not aware of the fact that a tall stately lady, dressed in deep black and wearing a thick black veil, had stolen up, and that while she was apparently watching the riders, she was in fact lis-

teninc intentlv to their conversation.

For some moments sne stood mere, until Leon said: "And when is the happy day, Roland f" "Not very far ahead, my boy." "Will it be in London? I suppose it will take place not a hundred miles from Hanover-square I" "You are wrong, Leon. It will take place at my father's place, Blexley," "Ah. nice place—very nice." .. "We shall stay there some time before it takes place, and I hope you will favor us with your company. Of course,,Ethel and Mrs. Danvers will be invited." "Then you may be sure that I will be there." "Yon may persuade Ethel to marry you at the same time." "I will try, but

At this moment the lady in deep black uttered a low cry. It caught Leon's ears, and he turned just in time to see the iady move away. "Hem!" he laughed "I didn't know we had company, Rowland. I'm sure that lady must have been highly entertained with our conversation."

He little dreamed what a vast amount of truth he bad snoken. The lady had been interested—very much so.

And no wonder was it either, when the said lady was none other than Ethel Danvers.

CHAPTER III.

A month passed away, and during that time Ethel Danvers had seen but little of Rowland Saxby.

She had heard all about the engagement, not from Rowland, but from Grace Thome herself. Yes Ethel had cultivated her acquaintance, and acted towards her as a great friend and wellwisher.

Little did Grace guess that thifi Was only a mask—a mask which concealed feelings of a far different character to friendship.

Ethel hated Grace with a most fearful hate. While she congratulated her upon her coming marriage with Rowland, she wished that it would please Heaven to smite her dead at her feet.

While alone, her manner was indeed terrible. Alone in her dressing-room, she would pace the floor after the manner of a caged tigress.

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Her mutterings of bate and her longings for the time to come when she could take a terrible revenge upon the girl who. she thought, had weaned from her the affections of the only man she had ever loved, would have shocked the stoutest heart.

She did not pause and consider the matter very carefully. Her hasty, ungovernable temper would not allow her to do that.

She did not think whether Rowland Saxby had ever hinted one sentence to her of

love. ,\vS ,v-. Had she thought over that Rhe would have been compelled to admit that he never had.

But this was her principal thought as she paced the room day after day, night after night: "I am not to oe his wife, But by the Heaven above me, she never shall—never! I wXuld kill her and then myself. Aye, that I would, and die happy—happy!"

One morning Leon was announced. He did not often make his appearand, and although Ethel was by no means in a good temper, he was ushered..into her presence.

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Making a profound bow, much after the same manner as a courtier before the throne, he said: "I hope I see Miss Ethel quite well!" "Well, yes, I think so." I '3n "That's right. I've some goodj news for you." "Have you, indeed? I am very glad, for one so seldom hears good news now." "This"—and Leon produced a note—"is for you."

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"From whom 4^1, "Mr. Rowland Saxby." \A Ethel started, but Leon did not notice it. She stretched out her hand for it, tore it open, and read: "DEAR MISS ETHEL.—We start oo Monday for Blexley. May I ask whether we may hnpo for the pleasurj of your compinv? Leon will Join us, and I hope your motaer and yourself will do the snme. Pray rep.y by Leon, woo will return with the answer at once. Yours truly. ROWLAND SAXBY." "I understood you to say that you had some good news for me," said Ethel. "18 not that good news?" "I see nothing very good about it. It is an invitation to join Rowland at his father's residence at Blexley." "Just so but can't you see the drift of it?" "I cannot," replied Ethel, but her face showed that she lied. "Well, then, said Leon, "in two weeks time Rowland leads Grace Thome to the altar." nr "At Blexley?" "Yes." "Oh, I see. That's it, is it? Very weil. Of course I shall have much pleasure in joining the party so also will my mother, I am sure. But how strange! I saw Grace three days ago and she said she did not exactly know when it was to take place."

"Neither did she. The day has been fixed by Rowland's father." "Oh, I understand. That is the reason. Well, \vill you say that we shall have much pleasure in being present?" "Yes. And now, Ethel," seating himself, "I propose we talk about our affairs." "Our affairs?" "Yes, you know what I mean, Ethel." "I really do not." "Well, Ethel, I did not come here only to deliver that letter of invitation. I came on another matter as well." "Hem! You are getting quite a business man, I declare." "Don't mock me, Ethel. You must know for what reason I have called." "I shall know immediately you tell me." "Well then, Ethel," taking her hand within his own, "I have called to tell yon once more how sincerely I love you. Oh, Ethel, do not keep me longer in suspense. It ia cruel to do .so. And all this about

other people going to be married makes', me more miserable than ever. EthflU time after time have I told you how weuj and truly I love you. Take pity uooai me now, and say you will be my wife. I don't think I am such a bad fellow, and I am sure, Ethel, if you will be my wifflb you will find me most devoted." "I never said you were a bad fellow^ Leon." "No, no, my dear, I know that, but—^ "I have told you, Leon, that at presenl I eannot entertain your offer." "You will think over it?" "Yes that I promise." "But just tell me this, Ethel, and then I. will be satisfied. Have you any love for me?"

Ethel hesitated—what if she said she had? Well, she determined to tell him a deliberate lie. "I cannot deny I have some love fbr yon, Leon," she said softly, as her little feet tapped the rich carpet. "But you know that my belief is that real love does not come all at once. I think it takes time." t* l] "You may be right, but so that you have some love for me, I care not. In a little time, Ethel, you will learn to love me better."*

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"Yes, that is likely enough, Leon.4 "Then I am to say that your mother and yourself will join Rowland at Blezley!" "Yes, please."

Soon after this Leon departed, and no sooner had the door closed upon him than Ethel rose from her seat.

Her face was very pale, and her eyes, which had worn a mild expression while Leon was present, now blazed with a dangerous light.

For some moments she stood erect, her hands clenched so tightly that the nails seemed to be imbedded in the delicate flesh.

Presently her fury found vent in words, and, raising her hand above her, she said in low hissing tones: "The time is coming, Grace Thome the time is coming. Ob. how I have longed to be under the same roof with you! My revenge will be swift and sure. You don't go to Blexley to be married. No!" and her voice rose into a shriek "you go to Blexley to meet your death, for as sure as I am a living woman, so sure will I kill you!":

At this moment the door^was pushed suddenly open and Mrs. Danvers made ,her appearance.

She looked at her daughter, and for the space of a minute stood transfixed with astonishment and terror. "Ethel," she said, "what do you mean by uttering those fearful words! Are you rehearsing some part for private theatricals?" "No!" "Then what on earth do you mean by crying,

will kill you!' Kill who!"

No answer Ethel stood before her mother trembling from head to foot. Of course she had not intended her voice to be heard, but, as we have before said, her ungovernable fury would not allow her to think of what she was doing. "Ethel," said Mrs. Danvers sternly, "I hope you will not be the means of -causing me to say that I curse the day you were bora. Your conduct of late has been more than extraordinary, and by no means becoming a lady who has been brought up and educated in the manner you have. I am surprised—nay, disgusted at such unmaidenly conduct. Tell met who has been here!" "Leon Cathcart." ^s "Well?" "What!"-" "You know what I mean. He was hers for the usual purpose, I presume!" "I don't understand." a aiu,."Nonsense! He came here, I suppose, to again offer you bis hand?" "Not this time, mamma. He spoke no word of love," replied Ethel calmly, but she did not look her mother in the face. "Then what did he come for?" "This." And she handed her mother the letter of invitation. •Oh, that is it. Well, we will go, of course, and as far as I am concerned, I shall be very glad when this marriage is all over." "Why?" "Because all your romancing will cease all that romantic nonsense you talk respecting Rowland, and which I hear you utter even in your sleep, will end. And then you will take the hand of Leon, and you will both be very happy—as you ought to be."

At these words, spoken slowly and firmly, Ethel's breast rose and fell as if she were strugglingfor breath, and when her mother bad concluded, she walked firmly from the room without uttering another word. "Ah, me!" sighed Mrs. Danvers, sinking gracefully into a chair, and settling herself to again peruse the note of invitation. "It is a shocking thing to have a daughter with a violent temper, and that, I am sorry to say, Ethel has. But when this marriage is over she will see how foolish she has been. But what did she mean by 'kill her?' Kill who, I wonder! I never heard that anyone bad injured her. Oh, dear! it's very ead—I think she wanders occasionally"

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