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THURSDAY, MAlCB 8. 1883

A easing Romance

English Life.—.

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Blexley House, the residence of Sir Borland Snxby, was a noble building built in the Gothic style from Sir Rowland's own designs.

Attached to it was a lovely park of some twenty acres in extent, well wooded, and' with a charming lake through it. -The interior of the house corresponded in eVery respect with the exterior, for it contained some of tfce finest furniture to be found in all England.

Statues and pictures of exquisite workmanship adorned almost every room, and the entrance to the building was guarded by "several mail-clad knights, who, it must be admitted, never raised a finger to hurt anyone, nor turned their heads eitlier to the right or to the left, by day or by night.

On one side* of the building was Sir Rowland's study, and here he was pleased to show any one of his numerous inventions, eoine useful and others—BO,

Still, as the years crept upon him, and «auied bis hair to turn "whiter and whiter still," be began to get tired of his "nventions and his books relating thereto, nd'to think of an altogether different latter—to-wit, of his son's marriage to a uitable lady.

And when he saw Grace Thorne for the ret time, the old man considered that dis km had made a proper selection, and apofi closer acquaintance, he was certain of it, ard congratulated him.

The greater part of the old gentleman's fife hail been missed in London, and therefore he persuaded his son to marry at Blexley, and thus avoid the necessity of his tiring himself by a journey.

To this Rowland, as a matter of course, consented, and on the day appointed, Grace, Mrs. Thorne, and Rowland arrived.

It was proposed by Sir Rowland that they should be two weeks with him before the ceremony, as when the wedding had taken pkee the happy couple would take their departure for a place a little further off than Blexley, and where they would be—as every young married couple wished—alone.

The day following the arrival of Rowland and Grace, Mrs. Danvers and Ethel arrived.

From the appearance of the latter, anyone would have imagined that she was supremely happy.

Her face was beaming with smiles, and —wonderful!—she had a kind word for everyone.

Mrs. Danvers and her daughter were accommodated with an elegant suite of rooms, and everything which was calculated to make them happy was done.

One day passed, and the party, which had been increased by Leon, had been very happy.

Ethel had acSofopanied both Rowland and Grace on many excursions, and chatted merrily with them.

Little did they dreanf that under that merry talk was concealed a most deadly resolve.

Little did they imagine that while she chatted, she was thinking of the best way of taking her (as she called it) revenge.

But so it was, the thoughts always uppermost in her mind were of the destruction of Grace Thorne.

For three days she watched their movements, and she saw that the principal place they viBited was the summer-house near the lake.

Here they could almost alwajp rely upon being alone, but they were not so often alone as they thought.

Several times had Ethel stolen by the furze on one side of the house, and had listened'to Rowland's loving words to Grace Thorne.

She had listened until her heart seemed bursting to the kisses given again and again, and this only served to fan fiercer the flame which burned within ber.

But suddenly it came to her knowledge lhat the lovers were in the hab.it of sitting by the lake in the moonlight. $

And when this come to her knowledge, ft terrible thought struck her. She determined to put a plan into execution by which it was almost a certainty that Grace would lose her life.

And all this time Mrs. Danvers thought her daughter was so very happy. "Ah, Ethel, I have found you then? I have been looking for you for some time. Where do you hide yourself?"

And the arm of Leon Cathcart stole round Ethel's waist. Ho had caught her in tlio pnrk, where eho

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permost in her mind. She started violently at the sound of bis vocie, but she soon recovered her selfpossession. "I do not hide tfiy'self," she said "I am frequently in the grounds." "And yet I do not see you very often, wever, I will, with your permission, advantage of the present occasion, now that you will have no objection to a stroll with me nd he offered his arm.

"Wo, indeed," she said, in what she intended to be winning tones, "that I have not. Which go?" "Oh, let us klfp flBu&t ahead. Ton .have no objection-tostroking, Ethel You know I am smoker* "Oh, no I rather like it, especially Tn the epen air." 1

Leon lit his cigar, and then ajaan* attempted to put his arm round Ethel's waist, but she said gently: "I don't think that is quite right, Leota, in case anyone happens to come this way. Why, they will think we are actually engaged." "They may think so with pleasure. If such was rumored would you deny it,

Ethel?" ~r •.'Deny it? Why—well, considering that we are not actually engaged, what could I do?" "Leave them to think as they like." "True. But then—well, we will not talk about that at present."

y°u•" -#»,*** "Pity me?" -j

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Sir Rowland had made a large amount of nhoney by his own ingenuity he was protld of it, and delighted to sit and talk of t&ese matters to anyone who would sit and listen to him, of which, considering Sir Rowland's hospitality, there were not a few.

"I wish you would. The fact is, Ethel,' Leon. "What on earth does it mean? Yes I am getting decidedly impatient." "Poor felJowl From my heart

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"I do, certainly. It is vtry shocking to tie kept in suspense, suppose, bat for a litlte while it must be so."

By this time they had approached the summer-house by the side of the lake. Ethel had not taken any notice of the direction they were going, but when, suddenly, the lake and the summer-house came into view, she turned a shade paler.

On the opposite bank were several boats for the use of those who had a liking for such amusement. "Yes," replied Ethel, "it is as you say,

a lovely spot, but I would rather not sit'

Grace told her the little' story with which the reader is already acquainted. I "The bracelets I wear now .occasionally," added Grace. "I shall wear them tonight. Rowland is very fond of my wearing them by moonlight." "In your love rambles," laughed Ethel, but the laugh was cruelly forced. "Yes," replied Grace, gaily, "and you would not believe how lovely the lake reflects the diamonds." "I have no doubt it does. They are very beautiful." "I will take them out while I have the box open," said Grace, as she took out the jewels and laid them upon the dressingcase.

8he did not see the fierce look upon the face of Ethel as she turned, neither did she see that with the rapidity of lightning Ethel had raised the lid of the box, and taking out the wreath had placed it under the light cloak she carried on her arm. "Come now, Ethel," said Grace, "let us join the gentlemen." sjjrft

But in a few moments after joining the gentlemen, Ethel suddenly disappeared, and went direct to her room. There for some time she surveyed the wreath in silence, and then, in a hoarse whisper, jshesaid: "She wear this? Never! To1 night—to-night! Ah, let me think. It must be now yes, at once—or it will be too late."

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Sinking into a chair, and resting her head upon her hands, she thought and then procuring writing materials, she wrote, imitating a man's hand, several linos. This she rlivocted "Rowland Snxby, Ew].," and seak.l i. "Ha, ha!" she laughed, "I am as' clever as you are, Grace Thorne. Your time on this earth is short, and then I shall be free to try to win his love once more. No one will suspect it is I who was the cause of her death. No, no that would be impossible."

Ten minutes after this she joined her mother, and was as cheerful as possible. Truly, a most remarkable woman was Ethel Danvers.

'"Oh, dear!" murmured Leon, as he sauntered through the park, puffing laaat th#%verlasting cigar, "wftat a misble, tthappy wretch I am! No one speak iff! It is awful! And when I ought Kthel wotdd 0 fjfr a walk th& lovely moooligKt ni^fct.of imtrse she iff indisposed. .Never* ttind CR make this most of it. tfll restin soJitij|$e and mak& myself as miserable as possible under the circumstances."

And Leon took a scat upon a rustic bench, which was placed under the shadow of a gigantic oak.

There he sat until the last fragment

his Cigar bad befen cbnsutaed, and it Is quite possible that he would have dropped off into a quiet sleep? in fact, he bad settled himself for that purpose.

Suddenly, however, he sat bolt upright and looked straight before him... What was that black figure coming rapidly towards him Was it a woman "Now, that's a strange thing,n muttered

it is a lady, but who?' The figure rapidly4 approached, and Leon darted behind the oak.,, Be determined to see who it was.

Nearer and nearer came the figure, and Leon could see that whoever it was wished to escape being seen, for she kept well in the shadow of the trees.

Now she passed the oak, and as she did so, Leon almost uttered aloud cry of astonishment. "By Heaven!" he muttered, looking afher like one stupefied, "it is Ethel Dan-

•*'How strange," she thought, "that we And what a terrible expression is should come here!" lupon her features! What does this "Isn't this a lovely spot, Ethel?" said,mean? What mystery is here? Ah, she Leon as he stood and suityeyed the lake ff°®8 *he direction of the summerbefore him. I bouse. It is a dishonorable thing to do,

He was quite right, it wa« a lovely spot.' but I must see what this mystery is, The surface of the lake was dotted with Ethel Danvers." myriads of magnificent lilies, and in andj Buttoning up his coat, he fol.'owed her out of these glided several majestic swans.

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"My darling, only a little longer, and we shall be one!" And Rowland, stooping full in the

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tastes. And yet I should like to know I "Of course there are, my pet. Thouwhy you dislike it." [sands and thousands of hearts at this "I hardly know myself, to tell you the very moment are tilled with love such as truth. But it is enough for me to say ours." ^f that I don't like the place, isn't it?" "Heaven bless them* all!" Said Grace,

Leon made but little progress during softly. the walk. Ethel several times appeared "Amen to that!* replied Rowland, as he to he lost in thought. *$|j pressed the slight form closer to him.—

Leon noticed it and .wondered. "And now let us go to our old spot, my "It's very strange," he muttered when dear. There we can talk about the fuEthel bad taken her departure to the ture.1* house, "deuced strange." I So, with their arms entwined, and hap-

Saying which, Leon flung himself upon py beyond expression, walked the lovers the high grass, placed his bat over his* towards the summer-house. eyes, and in less than five minutes was "I am sorry Ethel is indisposed," said fast asleep. Grace.

CHAPTEB v. "So am I, indeed but she has not "I say, Ethel,*' cried Grace, as Etliel seemed well lately. There has been came up the front entrance to the house, restless, strange look in her eyes, I fancy, "there is one thing which I had quite I should not be at all. surprised if she forgotten to show you. Come upstairs to were to be very ill."

my room and I will show it to you.'1 Ethel followed her. "What is it, Grace?" she asked "some new present from—from Rowland?"

"It is a present from him," replied loves her so very, very muih and he is Grace, "but not new "it was the first handsome and rich. I can't think what present he ever gave me." •Oh, indeed "I'm quite curious." "You will say it is a strange present," laughed Grace, "but it is- very precious to me." "Saying which she placed the box upon the table, opened it, and displayed the wreath of orange-blossoms and the bracelets. "Very nice, indeed, dear," said Ethel, gazing admiringly down upon them "but I what was the object of the orange blossoms?" ,u

And he handed Rowland a letter. "How very annoying," cried Rowland, tearing off the envelope. ,"Wbo can this be from?" a

As be read it his face assumed an expression of wonder, and when he had finished he sat down and read it to Grace. "Listen," he said, "what a strange thing. 'To Rowland Saxby. Esq.—Sir.— The writer of this has a most important communication to make to you. He is now waiting for y3u at the outside gates of the house. Strictly private.' What do you think of that ys "I don't know what to think Rowland. But you had better see what it is, had you not?"

I suppose so. Well, this is extraordinary. Very well," he added to the man, "I will follow you."

I will await you here, Rowland. You will not be long?" "No, not more than a few moments, I dare say. If I am rather to the house." .,4.

A smile of pleasure lit ti face as she thought of this, clined to break the stillness of

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Sprinted a passionate kiss

upon the beautiful face upturned to his, beaming with a world of love. "You make me very, very happy, Row-

here." "What, inbt in the sunimer-houseTw-" "No, I don't like it." "You amaze me! I should have thought l&nd. I often wonder whether there are it was just such a place as you would any young girls in the world so happy like. Still, there is no accounting for

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"Do you think she frets?" "Frets? No I don't know what she can have to fret about." "I wish she would yield to Leon. He

more she desires." '-f "You are quite right, but tsi^ Rowland was interrupted by the sudden appearance of one of the footmen, who, bowing respectfully, said: "Beg pardon, sir, but Sir Rowland said that I should very likely find you here. A boy has just delivered this note, sir."

long, come on I company.

And away sped Rowland. Grace left the summer-house and walked to the edge of the lake^

The moon was shining in all its brilliancy, and the lake looked really grand. Save for the slight ripple of the water, everything was perfectly silent. ^s* .. "What a happy girl I am,"" fti'oluftit

Grace, as she held up-her wrists" causing here. And where did you leave-

the diamond bracelets upon '*rns to be reflected in the lake. deed, very, very happy, and I sb ifepfesi still when I am dear Rowhi

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with a bright joyous song. Little did she dream that a pain fierce eyes were directed upon her.

Suddenly, like the rush of a snake through the grass, a tall dark figure sprang from behind the summer-house.

Then came a wild, piercing shriek, and Grace Thorne went headlong mto the lake—sent there by the cruel hands of Ethel Danvers. Only for one second did Ethel look at the white figure battling with the water, theu, gathering up her skirts she fled like the wind.

She did not see the form of a man (tart from out the other side of the summerhouse. It was Leon Cathcart.

Throwing off his coat and hat he leapt

clutched the drowning girl Brmiy by tne waist. He was only just in time. Another moment and Ethel Danvers would have been a murderesffe "Bear up, Grace!" cried LpBn, holding her tightly with his left arm," while witk his right-he struck oat jbr thi opposite bank, for that was the sifest, fcbd there was more chance of him getting the poor girl out, because there were several boats at hand.

But, alas, Grace had become totally insensible, and consequently she was a dead weight upon the courageous Leon. Her lonf trailing skirts, tooy imijed^ hbr progress.

Fortunately, however, he was a powerful fellow and a most accomplished swimmer. Had he not been, neither of their lives would hare been worth much ha^ not help been forthcoming*

Arrived at the' bank, he clatchea the first boat which came within reach. But it was only a very frail skiff, which rocked dangerously at his touch. He tried bard to hoist the insensible girl into it, bat failed. Again and again he tried, but with the same result.

At last he began to get exhausted, despair began to take poesession of him, and raising his voice, he cried out as loud as he was able: "Help! help!** 1

Bat the only answer was the' echo of his Own voice. "Oh, God!" be groaned, as a sob escaped his lips, "are we, then, to perish True, I can saye myself, bat only at the risk of her life. No, no! I would not do that.— Rather perish together."

Again he cried aloud for help, and this time he was answered by the rush of many feet, and then a voice, which he recognized as a friend of his, and one of the guests at the house, cried out "Where are you? In the name of Heay: en, where are you »n 4 "Here," replied Leon. "Run round, Aitwell, and help us out."

Young Attwell and the friends with him required no second bidding. They were round on the opposite side in a twinkling, and had clutched Leon in a firm grip.

In a moment he and Grace—who was still insensible—were drawn on

terra firma,

and Leon was inundated with excited questions. "I will tell you ill later on," said Leon ••but for Heaven's sake take that poor girl at once to the house. I am too much exhausted, but you .are strong enough, Attwell. Take her in your arms andhurry off. I will follow."

Yes, Attwell was strong, enough. He raised Grace in his aims as if she had been a child, and ran off as fast as he could.

But someone had preceded him, and that was a very foolish young gentleman who had been in the company of Attwell and his friends. No sooner did he catch sight of Grace and the condition she was in, than, without a word he scampered off to the house. "'V'-i#

Sir Rowland 8axby was seated in the large drawing-room with Mrs. Thorne, Mrs. Danvers, and several other ladies and gentlemen. They were conversing upon a very important matter—to-wit, the coming marriage and the arrangements for its celehration.

Presently they were joined by Ethel, who had changed ber black dress for a white satin one, and looked fairly well.

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Miss Danvers," said Sir Rowland.

••I am glad to see that you have somewhat recovered from your indisposition. Have you seen anything of those truants "Truants, Sir RowlandP "Yes I mean Rowland and Grace." "Noj I "Hem! Rowland, I think, was sent for by some one. Some letter came for him —somebody waiting. Where. can they have got to? They don't give me much of their company, I must

At this moment the door was flung open and Rowland came into the room, looking as fierce as a trooper, an open letter in his hand. "What off Sarth has happened Rowland asked his father. "What on earth has happened cried Rowland. "Why I have been made a fool of, that's all—the victim of a hoax. I should like to find out the perpetrator of it." "Explain, Rowland." ••Why, this letter was brought to me by the footman about half an hour ago "Yes I sent him to you as he said it was important." ,,s •*Just so. Listen."

And Rowland read it to the assembled

"I went, of course," he said "but there

,{ was not the slightest sign of anyone there. I walked up and down, upland down, but no one came." "Very extraordinary!" said Sir Rowland. "You must make enquiries respecting the writer. Whoever the person is we will let him—or her—know that practical jokes do not meet with approval

At this point a young gentleman dashed at full speed oom. His face was verjf»iale, ana tew moments he could not speak.

All that were seated hastily rose, a,nd

It in- said: "What has happened?" night I "Oh'."cried the young gentleman excitedly, "it is awful!" "Awful? What is.* Speak?" cried Rowland. "Miss Grace—she—she has fallen into the lake and is drowned."

Rowland looked blankly at the speaker, and then a wild cry of despair left his lifv fts. wftfcou* waiting for his hat he ran rrom the room.

All pressed round the ybutig "gentleman anxious to hear particulars, and none appeared more eager than Ethel.— Eager! She appeared distracted, she wjmng her hands and cried bitterly.

In the midst of their 'lamentations a shouting was heard outside then came the scampering of many feet, and soon it

into the water, and in a moment had [was known that Grace was being carried

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mto the bouse. Of course, everyone hurried to the door, all but Bthel, and she was busy endeavoring to console'Mrs. Thorne.

Presently, Sir Rowland, followed numbers of the guests, returned to the room, and railing his hands, said: "Let us thanl God! It was true that Grace fell into the water, but she has been saved. Don't stif, Mrs. Thorne take my assurance that £oar daughter is being cared for by Rowland and the doctor, Mr. Jones, who, happily, was one of our gtiests."

Ethel stood erect, her face was now very pale, and her lips trembled. "We all thank God!" she said "but tell ns, Sir Rowland, who was the one who saved herP "Leon Cathcart—brave Leon—God bless him! But ah, here he is," be' added, advancing to him and shaking him warmly by the hands, an act in which he was followed by almost all in the room. "Leon, my boy, accept my thanks, and those of her poor mother there. Mrs. Danvers, cannot tbsnk you her heart is too full" "But I can thank him on her behalf" said Bthel. -p."

And before Leon could prevent she had taken his hands, but he did not raise his eyes to hers. "How did it happen, Leon?" asked Sir Rowland. "I dont know exactly," said Leon calmly. 4 think she must have got too close to the water and over-balanced herself. I was some distance away from the lake, bat hearing her cries, I hurried to the spot, and arrived only just in time to save her." "Brave boy!" cried Sir Rowland, again shaking him by the hand, "we shall hear how she managed it when she comes to."

Leon now retired to change bis clothes, but he thought he could not face Ethel again that night, and instead of again coming down stairs, be went to bed. "What a shocking accident," said Mrs. Danvers to Ethel as they were about retiring "but for a merciful Providence she would have drowned! Even now, the immersion in the water may be the cause of her death." "I hope it may prove so!" thought Ethel. Then aloud she said: "It may, indeed. Let us hope it may please Heaven to spare her for Rowland's sake."

When in her own room, Ethel was very thoughtful for some time. Eventually she commenced to pace the room.

wonder," she muttered, •Whether Leon saw met No, no, that is not likely. I did It all too secretly for that. And even now I am foiled!" she said bitterly, as she wrung her hands in despair. "Everything seems against me. What am I to do? Shall I give up all. attempts as useless Perhaps it would be better so. Perhaps it would be better for me to give my hand to Leon, and never see Rowland again. Yes, yes, that would be better to-morrow I have no doubt he will ask me again, and this time he shall not be denied."

With these thoughts uppermost in her mind she retired, but not to .rest. Far from it. For hours she tossed upon her bed, and not until the sun poured in through the cracks in the shutters did she fall into a restless slumber.

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