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[SOW FIRST PUBLISHED.1 BY MUTUAL CON- SENT. By J. MARSDEN SUTCLIFFE, Author of "The Bells of St. Barnabas', "The RODlance of an Insurance Office," "Revealed by Fire," ke., &c. I4.LL RIGHTS RESERVED,'] „ CHAFTEKXI. ma of my flesh, and cost h«v "Wrest groans of a mother, I could not °wed her a more rooted love." E have met be. fore, Mrø. Deni- son, I believe," said Lord Algy Fitzherbert, as he stood before Wini- fred, hat in hand, politely bowing. The unexpected re-appearance of Lord Algy revi- vified the whole of the dreadful past, from whioh, after more than eighteen months of serene happi- ness she bad ex- perienced in the faithful discharge of her duties as a hospital nurse, Winifred believed that she had suc- ceeded in cutting herself loose. That part of her life, was never remembered except witu a arm erin^ horror and loathing, had grown to th*T a dim and distant event whioh froJ! £ eatn ^nie was carrying further away her to trouble her no more. ri j new sense of lovfijhorn in her heart for ^laude Maclean inevitably tended to revive mories that had grdwn indistinot m con- ference of the greater fulness of her life that ifher little time for moody and futile refleo- «°H8. But Winifred fought bravely against "Passion that she felt was vain and hopeless. gave no dalliance to the enervating ^oughts of the happiness that might aye been hers if she had not been "etrayed into a foolish marriage. bhe from herself arid'"the thoughts that have embittered* her, plunging with B^eatftr ardour than ever into her work, and she "^covered as the reward of her brave striv- ln8 that the labour we delight in physios P&ln-" So the memory of the past was laid forest by the busy activities that filled her after Claude Maclean left Glen-Orlooh ?r his house in Kensington; and the seclu- sion that she enjoyed at Glen-Orloch helped to maintain the illusion that she had parted company for ever with those three years of Unhappiness and Bhame that had fallen to her Share as the wife of Sir Reginald Denison. It was a bitter awakening from a sweet dream of peace when Winifred saw Lord Algy standing before her, claiming her acquain- tance o? the ground of his former visita to the establishment in Cavendish-street. His appearanoe was like a menacing speotre newly risen from the grave. There was no room for doubt that Lord Algy regarded their meeting as an uncommon piece of good luok, from which he hoped to derive some advantage. The manner in which he barred Winifred's, passage, and the light Of gratified triumph in her oonfusion that shone in his large fish-like eyes were sufficient to tell her that a great crisis in her life had Budddenly arisen, and that on the manner in which she met it her whole future depended. She paused irresolutely, overcome ith confusion, and feeling like a hunted animal Bnddenlv brought to bay. For a moment the Wild desire possessed her to rush past mm and disown the acquaintance that he mani- festly intended to force upon her. But she soon recovered herself. Ihe energy with whioh she had thrown herself into the task of living an unsullied life, separate *rom the world's evil that was for ever Personified to her imagination in her husband's character and manner of life, had taught her courage and developed her resources. Her hesitation was an affair of a foment. The next instant she saw her way clear before her. It would be untrue to say ^at I am pleased at this meeting, she said, folding her hand out frankly to Lord Algy, but since we have met it is desirable tuft hould explain my reasons for requesting that in the future I may be left free from molesta- tion." I am awfully sorry I have vexed you, re- turned Lord Algy, "I h°Ped \be Pleasure would have been mutual. Im de- lighted to see you again. You will pardon toe saying that you are lookiHg very well toore beautiful than ever." Pray do not indulge They are offensive," said Winifred, with feezing hauteur. tf No compliment at all, I assure YOU. lt is the simple truth," said Algy, with a warm glan3e of admiration. « May I without offence ask you one ques- tion P demanded Winifred. "Are you a gentleman?" Winifred The incisive manner in which Wimfrwl asted this question and the fixed penetratiog glance that she darted upon Lord Algy With confusion. He feebly stammered forth an assent. I was certain of it. You are better than you appear," said Winifred, warmly. *ou too brave, too generous to persecute a defenceless woman. A chivalrous nature i e youra would scorn to take a mean *dvantage. Yon would sucoour the weak, and tne oppressed would find in you a champion and friend." Lord Algy raised his eyes in astonishment entertained no doubt that W imfre language was to be taken in a Pickwickian •ense; that she considered him fair game for ehaff," and was baiting bim to her hearts °°ntent. You are mistaken," she said ••"J* bu look of astonishment. I am in deadly earnest. I believe that all I have said of you be true. Your errors are of the head, not of the heart. Your heart is"g°°d 1 you did but know it. Learn to re y better instincts of jour nature, and J „ CU'e yourself of folly and win my I^ord Algy was staggered at not appeal, the ainoority of which he Permit himself to doubt. „ I shall be glad of your esteem, he replied, ^lth emphasis.. ti.ai "I have shown you how you can • ?ut an end at once to the folly that has led you to expect that we can be anything eroep Grangers to each other. You knew me under circumstances that have exposed me to your eir c ur censures Beheve me that your judgment, though natural, is unwarranted. As a man honour you will give me your word to • ••pet that you have ever known me, and you 11 le«ve me to go my own way in neace me this service and you will prove that my estimate ot yoQ is not °"f«°nded; „ T„rd ^nrplv we may be good friends, said .Lord Al^ JeadTngly, ready to fall in with any wish of Winifred's that would leave the door open for him to prosecute his intimacy with "That is impossible," cried Winifred firmly. IIIf I could explain everything to you you would perceive that what you ask for cannot be. Nay more, you would feel ashamed that you had put me to the necessity of asking a second time that you would forget that we had ever met." The directness of this final appeal and the tremulous earnestness with which it was urged struck the right oord in Lord Algys nature. He was perplexed to account for Winifred's connection with the establishmen in Cavendish-street, but the earnestness of her manner and the touching terms in which she threw herself upon his generous for- bearance convinced him that |n could not conceive of Winifred had laid her- self open to suspicions that were as unde- served as they were injurious. Already he felt ashamed of his designs, and he lost no time in beating a retreat. n„nison I sincerely beg your pardon, Mrs. Eenis°n» for thrusting myself upon you, he said. 1 will not repeat the intrusion nor attempt to pry into your secret." And raising his hat I7d bowing profoundly Lord Algy passed on hl'Wimfred'i eyes were fall of unshed tears as she was driven back to Glen-Orloch. She had escaped from a menacing situation with flying colours, thanks to her tact and firm- ness but her mind was ill at ease as she brooded upon her position as Ladv Falcon- ridee's euest. Was she not staying at Glen- Orloch on false pretences ? If Lady Falcon- ridge knew the truth would she not condemn her for duplicity in masquerading under the name of Winifred West when she was the wife of Sir Reginald Denison ? A wave of remorse passed over her as she thought of the false step that she had taken in accepting Lady Faloonridge s invitation. As Nurse West, living an unattached life and owing no social'duties, she felt that it was a matter of indifference by what name she was called. Butshe realisednow that in stepping out of the line she had originally prescribed for herself when she insisted on separating her life from her husband's, she had created diffi- culties for herself such as she had not con- templated. She could see no way of escape except by withdrawing from her engagement to Lady Falconridge and leaving Glen- Orlooh. She felt that she had not the courage to tell her the miserable story of her ill-fated marriage, even if the sense of loyalty that she felt that she owed to the compact with her husband did not prevent her from unsealing her lips on the subject. What exouse could she find for leaving Glen-Orloch ? She could think of none. There was nothing for it, she felt, but to con- tinue as she had begun. The weeks would soon pass that would bring her engagement to an end. Then she would be free to return She clutched the bosom of her dress convulsively with. her fingers. I to her old unattaohed life, which she pro- mised to herself she would not again depart fr<And so the days drew on to Christmas, and the period of her emancipation from the false position into which she had allowed herself in a momentary weakness to be betrayed approached an end. She worked hard at her all profession, and made rapid progress The water-colour drawing of the dancer and his Charter had been purchased by Lord Foie hampton, who delighted to play the role of Maecenas to young artists of promise, for a large sum. Lord Polehampton was so favourably impressed by the proof of Winifred's genius furnished by her he had given her two commissions and sent a kind message of interest in her welfare, mising to seoure her further patron- lle Vfth so much to encourage her devoted herself with more untiring in- dustry until she exoited Lady Faloonrldge s fears lest her health would give way under ^Ontmorning the post brought a lett^ from Claude, who was coming to Glen-Orloch, in accordance with the arrangement made with bis mother, hoping to seoure Winifred for his W1As Winifred still maintained silence con- cerning the three years of her life that fol- lowed her father's death, Lady Falconridge felt that the time had come for her to make an attempt to penetrate through her reserve. « [ have noticed that you never say any- thing of your affairs before you entered upon the career of a nurse. Will you not tell me of that time, dear P" she said, as they sat alone in the drawing-room. i Falconridge's manner was kind, but if something had stung Winifreds hejf oh k and her. Ihe colour heJt head m an she raised her rrv.en flinging herself on attitude of despair. Then mng Ladj her knees before the °hair tead in Falconridge was sitting sbe1" ing> her lap and broke into passidnatia w P « Do not trouble about it, my °h'ld» d Lady Faloonridge, soothingly, as she strok {ie heavy masses of her rich brown hair a» she "should be glad if you could give me your confidence, but if it hurt. you to say anything of that time we will not speak of it." ? „ (>h bow I wish I could tell you, crieu Winifred, between her sobs. It is a secret, «ihorrible secret. It is not my secret alone if it were I would tell you all, but I must keep it" • and Winifred's agitation became so great that' Lady Faloonridge was coinpelled to for- bear pressing her inquiries farmer. Claude when he came was told what bad happened, and a strange fear crept into his heart as he saw how great was the change S had passed over Winifred s.nee he last saw her. She seemed as if turned to stone. She gave bim her hand shyly and timidly, and scarcely ventured to raise her ey^l13not distress her by speaking to her/' he said afterwards to his mother, nor she be questioned any more. But J. penetrate this secret of hers, and the shall bamine—be the secret what itim»y. Claude returned to London next day, and as Lady Falconridge's manner became kinder and more thoughtful than ever Wini- fred's spirits slowly revived, though the me- mory of Lady falconridge's question remained with her to keep her in perpetual remem- brance how hopeless was the passion she cherished in her heart for Claude Maclean. One thought oomforted her. She alone had to bear this misery of a futile love. So she imagined. If she had known

CHAPTER XII.

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