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become so very serious an occupation where Mary now spent almost all her in his life. He was young and unac- time, pale with that deadly ashen quainted with the ways of the world, paleness, his faded
paleness, his faded eyes half open, hic and he did not know what step to take helpless hands lying like bits of rag, next. And he too was paralyzed by all the grey fingers huddled together. the sudden catastrophe which had hap- Fright and sorrow together brought a pened to the Squire. Was it his fault ? sob out of her heart whenever she He could scarcely help an uneasy sense thought of this; not moving, not that by agitating him unduly he had able to speak, or turn round, or look helped to bring on the sudden attack, up at those who watched him; and and thus he had left the Castle that still not dead! Lilias felt her heart evening with a heavy burden on stand still as she thought of her grandhis mind. And Geoff, with entire un- father. And she had no one to take consciousness of the lingering pangs refuge with. Martuccia was frightened of life and the tenacity of the human too, and would not go up or down frame, believed, without any doubt, stairs alone. Lilias, for her part, did that Mr. Musgrave would die, and did all she could, out of pride, and shame not know what was to be done about of her own weakness, to conceal her the exile, whose position would thus terror ; but oh, to have papa nigh to be completely changed. In the mean- creep close to, to feel safe because time it seemed to him necessary to ho was there! A few tears dropped wait until the issue of this illness
from her eyes.
“ You are grown up should be known. Thus his doubtful- and you don't want any one.” This ness was supplanted by an apparent went to Geoff's heart. necessity, and the time went on with “Oh Lily, don't you think they nothing done.
would let you come to my mother?” he He went at first daily to inquire cried; “this is too sad for you, this for the old man, and never failed to dismal house ; and if Nello goes away Lilias somewhere waiting for
as you said him with serious intent face, and eyes “Do you think I would go and leave which questioned even when the lips Mary all alone? Nobody is sorry for did not speak. Lilias did not say Mary except me-and Mr. Pen. When much at any
time. She examined his she comes out of her room I go and I face with her eyes and said “Papa ?” kiss her hand, and she cries. She with a voice which trembled ; but it would be more ill and more weary,” became by degrees less easy to satisfy said Lilias, with a precocious underLilias by telling her, as he did so standing, “if there was not some little often, that he had not forgotten, that thing to give her an excuse and make he was doing everything that could be done, smoothing the way for her "My little Lily! who taught you father's return, or waiting till he all that'? it must have been the angels," could more successfully smooth the cried Geoff, kissing in his turn the way. You do not believe me, Lily,” little hand. Geoff said, with a sense of being But this touch had the same effect doubted, which hurt him sadly. “Yes; upon Lilias that her own kiss had but he is not your papa, Mr. Geoff, on Mary. She cried and sobbed and and you are grown up and don't want did her best to swallow it down. “Oh, any one,” Lilias said, with her lip Mr. Geoff ! I want papa !” she cried, quivering. The visionary child was with that little convulsive break in deeply cast down by the condition of her voice which is so pitiful in a child. the house and the recollection of the She was seated on Mary's chair at melancholy rigid figure which she had the door of the hall, and he on the seen carried past, with a pang of in- threshold at her feet. Geoff did not describable pain and terror. Lilias know what kind of half-admiring, seemed to see him lying in his room, half-pitying sentiment he had for
this child. He could not admire though he could no more have exher enough, or wonder at her. She plained than he could have written was but a child, not equal to him Hamlet. “ Because of the angels !" in his young manhood; and yet that he seemed to make a little
of very childhood in its unconsciousness it as he went on, a drowsy, deliciwas worlds above him, he thought. ous burden like the humming of the He felt like the man in the story who bee. It was not be that said it, he loved the fairy maiden—the young thought, but it murmured all about Immortal; would she give up her him, wrapping him in a soft enchantvisionary paradise for his sake and ment. Such a visionary love as his, learn to look at him, not as an angel perhaps has need of those intoxicabut as a woman? but for that she tions of etherial fancy : for nothing must be a woman first, and at present can be so like the love of an angel as she was but a child. When he kissed that of a young man possessed by a her hand it cost Lilias no blush. She tender visionary passion for a child. accepted it with childish, angelical Geoff was so rapt in his own thoughts dignity. “She took the kiss sedately—" that he did not see for some time the and the dark fountains of her eyes beckonings and signals that were filled full, and two great tears tumbled coming to him from à carriage drawn over, and a piteous quiver came to her up on the road to which the path lips, and she said, “Oh, Mr. Geoff, I descended, along which he want papa !”
moving so gently. When his attenThis was when the Squire had been tion was at last caught, he saw it was ill about a week, six or seven days his cousin Mary, leaning half out of before Randolph took Nello away.
the window in her eagerness. Geoff went home riding, very full of “Give your horse to the footman thought. What could he do to please and come in here—I have so much to his little Lily? He preferred that she say to you," she said. should creep close to himself and tell But when he had done as she told him her troubles, but he could not him and taken his seat beside her, resist that plaint, and even though it Lady Stanton kept looking at her should be against himself he must try young cousin. what he could do to bring her father “ What is it?" she said ; “ to her. Geoff thought a great deal on on smiling, and there is a little drowsy, this subject, but it was very fatiguing dreamy, intoxicated air about you; and unsatisfactory, for he did not what has happened, Geoff ?” know what to do, and after a while he “Nothing; and it is unkind to say relapsed into the pleasanter path, and I look intoxicated. Could you not began to think of Lily. “Because of find a prettier word ?” the angels," he said to himself as he “I believe you are really, really!jogged softly along, much more slowly Geoff, I think I know what it means, and reflectively than his horse liked to and I hope it is somebody very nice. go. He forgot where he was going Tell me, who is she ?” and the engagements he had, and “This is strange," said Geoff; "ineverything that was practical and im- deed, it is true, I have been visiting & portant as he rambled on. The day lady; but she is only twelve years was sweet in early autumn, the lake old,” he said, turning to her with a rippling musically upon the beach, vivid blush. the sky blue and crossed by floating “Oh, Geoff !” Mary's brow conatoms of snowy cloud. Everything tracted, “ you do not mean that little in the world was sweet and pleasant girl ?” to the young man.
“ Because of the Why shouldn't I mean her ? I angels; ” he had never been quite clear will inake you my confessor, Cousin what these words meant, but he Mary. I don't think I shall ever seemed to see quite plainly now,
marry any one but little Lily. Of
course she is very little, and when she passed over it.
She gave a great cry, is grown up she will probably have “ Oh John, John !” she said. nothing to say to me, but I shall “ What is it? who is it?" cried never care for any one else. Why Geoff. should you shake your head? I never She made him signs to have the saw any one like her,” said Geoff, carriage stopped; she could not speak. growing solemn, and shaking off his Geoff did what he could to make the blush as he saw himself opposed. coachman hear him ; but it was by no
"Oh, Geoff !” Mary shook her head, means the affair of a moment to gain and contracted her beautiful brow, the attention of that functionary, and
I do not think anything good can induce him to stop. When, however, come out of that family ; but I must this was accomplished, Geoff obeyed not speak. I am jealous, I suppose. the passionate desire in Lady Stanton's How did you know I did not want face, who all the time had been strainyou for Annie or Fanny?” she went ing to look out, and jumped to the on with a smile, that was a little ground. He looked round anxiously, strained and fictitious ; for Mary knew while she, half out of the carriage, very well that she was jealous, but not gazed back, fixing her eyes upon one for Annie, or Fanny, or of Geoff. of those recesses in the road, which
“Hush,” he said, “I loved you be- are common in the north country. fore Lily, but you could not have me; “I see no one,” said Geoff. He came it is Lily, failing you. If you could back to the place on which her gaze but have seen her just now.
The was fixed, and looked behind the wall squire is lying between life and death, that bounded it, and all about, but and Miss Musgrave, who was so good could see nothing. When he to her, is with him night and day, and turned, he found that Mary had fallen poor little Lily is so lonely and back in her corner, and was weeping frightened. She looks at me with her bitterly. “He looked at me with such little lip all quivering, and says, reproachful eyes. Oh, he need not; ‘Papa ! I want papa.' Geoff almost there was no reason. I would have cried himself to recollect her piteous saved or served him with my life,” she tone, and the tears came to Mary's cried; "and he had never any claim eyes.
on me, Geoff, never any claim on me! “Ah! if she takes after him, Geoff ! why should he come and look at me but that is just what I want to talk with such reproachful eyes? If he is to you about. I have done something dead, he ought to know better than that you may think trash. I have that. Surely he ought to knowspoken to Sir Henry. He is-well, he The carriage, standing in the middle has his faults like the rest of us- -but of the road, the young man searching he is just; he would not do a wrong about, not knowing what he was lookthing. I told him that you had found ing for, the coachman superbly inout something-_-"
different on the box, contemplating the “What did he say?" cried Geoff, agitation of his inferiors with god-like breathless, for Lady Stanton made a calm, the footman, on Geoff's horse,
with his mouth open, staring, while She was looking across him out at the beautiful lady wept inside, made the window; her eyes had strayed the strangest picture. As a matter past his face, looking away from him of course, the footman, riding on in as people do with a natural artifice to advance, had seen nothing and noallow the first signs of displeasure to body. He avowed frankly that he
before they look an offended was not taking any notice of the folks person
in the face. But as she looked, on the road. He might have seen a Lady Stanton's countenance changed, man seated on the stones, he could not her lips fell apart, her eyes widened be certain. Neither had the coachman out, her face paled, as if à cloud had taken any
notice. Foot passengers did
not interest either of these function- it was an apparition she had seen. John aries. And Lady Stanton did not Musgrave could not be there, in the seem able to give any further explana- flesh, seated by the roadside ; it was tion. The only thing to be done was not possible ; but when Geoff asked to go on. She had been on her way whether having seen
him was to Stanton to give Geoff the advantage argument for thinking him dead, she of Sir Henry's advice and opinion, and had nothing to say. She wrung her thither, accordingly, they proceeded hands. “I have seen him whether he after this interruption. Geoff took is living or dead,” she repeated, "and his place again beside his cousin, per- he looked at me with such eyes. He haps a little impatient of the stoppage; was not young as he used to be, but but as she lay back in the corner, worn, and a little grey. I came to covering her face with her hands, tell you what Sir Henry said ; but Geoff's heart was too soft not to forget here is something far, far more imevery other sentiment.
He thought portant. Know him ! could I mistake only of consoling her.
him, do you think; how could I mis“Tell me what it was," he said, take him? Geoff, how could it be lie, soothingly. “ You saw-some one? sitting there, without any warning, Do not cry so bitterly. You never without a word; but if it was he, if harmed anybody in your life. Tell that was possible, why are we going me—you thought you saw- - ?"
on like this? Are we to desert him? “I saw him, as plainly as I see you, give him up? I am talking folly," Geoff ; don't tell me it was a fancy. she said, again, clasping her hands
. He was sitting, resting, like a man “Oh, Geoff, a living man would tired with walking, dusty and worn not have looked at me with such out. I noticed his weary look before eyes.” I saw his face, and just as we passed “He has not very much right to he raised his head. Oh, why should happy eyes, has he?” said Geoff ; he have looked at me like that, Geoff ? “coming home an outlaw, not venturNo, I never did any one harm, much ing to speak to any one. It would not less him. I have always stood up
for be half so sad if he were a ghost. But him, you know, since you first spoke to come back, and not to dare to trust
I have always said, always- even his friends, not to know if he even before this was found out: living has any friends, not to be able to go people mistake each other continually; home and see his children like any but the dead—the dead ought to other man, to rest on the stones at know
the roadside, he to whom all the land “ Who is dead ?” said Geoff ; belongs. I don't wonder he looked you speaking of John Musgrave, who sad," cried Geoff, half-sympathetic, is as much alive as I am ?"
half-indignant. "How was he to “If he were a living man,” said know even that he would find a friend Mary, solemnly, “how could I have in you?” seen him? Geoff, it is no mistake. I Mary was sobbing, scarcely able saw him, as I see you."
to speak. “Oh, tell them to go “ And is that why you think him back again—tell them to go back,". dead?” said Geoff, with natural sur- she cried. There no way of prise.
satisfying her but this : the carriage Lady Stanton raised herself erect turned slowly round, rolling like a in her corner. “Geoff, oh can you not ship at sea. The coachman was disunderstand ?" she cried. But she did gusted and unwilling. “What did not herself quite understand what she she want now?” he said, telegraphing meant. She thought from the sudden- with uplifted hands and eyes to the ness of it, from the shock it gave her, surprised footman on Geoff's horse. and from the disappearance of the way- Lady Stanton was not a hard mistress farer, which was so inexplicable, that like her stepdaughters, nor fantastical
and unreasonable as they were. She seemed to be that time when all is took the carriage humbly when she vivid, when every day may be the could get it, and would consult this turning-point of life—the time that very coachman's convenience before was consciously but a drift and floatbringing him out, which no one else ing on of hour by hour when it exthought of doing. Nevertheless Lady isted, as is the present moment—but Stanton had her character in the which, looking back upon it, seemed house, and human nature required that the time of free action, of choice, of it should be kept up.
She was the every possibility. Was it so ? Might stepmother, the scapegoat. 6. What he be met with round any corner, is she after now?” the coachman said. this man who had been banished so
She got out of the carriage herself, long? In the face of death and trembling, to aid in the search, and danger had he come back, he whom the footman getting down, looked nobody had expected ever to come everywhere, even under the stones, back? A strange
half - question and in the roadside hedges, but no whether everything else had come one was there. When they resumed back with him, and half-certainty their way again, Mary lay back in her that nothing for her could change, corner too much worn out with ex- was in Mary's mind as she lay back, citement and emotion to be able even quivering with emotion, hearing Geoff's to speak. Geoff could not tell whether voice in her ears, not knowing a word she was glad or sorry to be brought to he said. What had Geoff to do with acknowledge that it was more likely it-young Geoff, to whom nothing had to be John Musgrave whom she had ever happened? She smiled vaguely seen than his ghost. She was con- to herself to think that the boy could vinced by his reasoning. Oh, yes ;
think he knew. How was he to know ? no doubt, she said, it must be so. he was not of that time. But all the Because you saw a man unexpectedly, people in the road, and the very water that was no reason for supposing him itself, and the villages and houses, to be dead. Oh, no-Geoff was quite seemed to ask her, was it true ? right; she saw the reason of als he This was all the evidence on the said. But Mary's head and her heart subject from which a judgment could and all her being thrilled with the be formed. Randolph Musgrave (who shock. There was a ringing in her told no one) had seen in his own ears, and pulses were beating all over, words a something, a some one, whose and her blood coursing through her face he did not see, but who suggested veins. The very country, so familiar, John to him so strongly that his very seemed to change its aspect. No heart seemed to stop beating—then stronger commentary could have been disappeared. And Lady Stanton from on the passage of time than the sudden the window of the carriage, driving glimpse of the face which she had seen past, saw a face, which was John just now on the roadside. But Mary
But Mary Musgrave's face grown older and did not think of that. The lake and worn, with hair that was slightly the rural road that ran by it, and the grey, instead of the brown curls of hills in the distance, seemed to take former years, and which disappeared again the colours of her youth. He too in the twinkling of an eye, and was nothing to her, and never had being searched for, could be found no been. She had not loved him, only
What was it? an apparition had "taken an interest." But all conjured up by their interest or their that was most poignant in her life fears—or John Musgrave, in his own came back to her, with the knowledge person, come home ? that he was here. Once more it
To be continued.