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k- (ALI. RIGHTS RF.sER VED.] WHO WINS MISS BURTON"? A Tale of the London Season. BY MRS. C. M. HAWKSFORD. Author oj "Julin's Wife." CHAPTER II.— Continued. When Dr. Lynn came in, Agatha felt at once that she should like him. He was tall and slight, ivith a clever, benevolent face, and his manner was especially winning. His dress, like Mrs- Lynn's, bad not changed with the changing times his Coat was ornamented with gilt buttons, and his Shirt front was adorned with frills of spotless white. All Denboroogh united in their love and respect for Dr. Lynn, and the good he did none knew until he had gone himself to a land where his works would follow him. He was as cordial as Mrs. Lynn had been in his welcome to Agatha, and then they sat down to tea- a real, old- fashioned, substantial tea, with a hissing urn, and plenty to eat and drink lay spread out before them down the long table. Mrs. Vernor glanced at a Yacant chair. '• Oh said Mrs, Lynn, I have a pleasant sur- prise for vou--my son is at home; he only came this morning, quite unexpectedly, and he has been detained with a gentleman on business, but he Will be here in a few minuies." This intelligence caused quite a little flutter of Surprise, and Agatha found herself listening with something like impatience to long discussions amongst the three friends on Mrs. Lynn's past and future, a conversation that was only interrupted by the entrance of the young man himself. He Shook hands very warmly witn Mrs. Vernor, bowed to Agatha, and took the vacant chair just opposite to where she was sitting. Agatha felt somehow that she was agreeably surprised; she had always believed it impossible that a voung man in a Country town could be so bearable, but Mr. Lynn was unquestionably a gentleman. He looked about twenty-five, was tall and well-made, with a broad chest and shoulders; he had his mother's wide forehead, and grey eyes, and a certain firmness about the mouth and chin that belonged to his father, but the rest of his face was unlike either. His hair was of a light shade of brown, with a Strong tendency to curl, and his expression was So bright at times that you were hardly prepared for the sudden change. When anything vexed him, a stern, mournful look seemed to alter its whole character, and fascinated you with a thousand speculal ions, so that long before tea was over he bad interested Agatha, that first most dangerous stage. Agatha was a true woman, with all a woman's love of power, and she made up her mind that Mr. Lynn should like her. That the game might in any way be equal she never realised he was to like her, whilst she was to remain indifferent, and he would make a charming addition to the little society at the cottage of St. Helens. As soon as tea was over, Mrs. Lynn proposed that Agatha should see the garden, and Mr. Lynn offered to lionize its beauties. The Doctor went to his particular room combining study and surgery, and Mra. Lynn and Mrs. Vernor prepared for a chat; so Agatha accepted the invitation, put her lace shawl over her shoulders, and went out at the open window. The garden was one of those that you often see at the back of town houses, long and rather formal; but in consequence of a good deal of care having been bestowed upon it, it was a very pleasant spot, with shady trees and narrow winding paths. They walked on in silence, Agatha and Mr. Lynn, till they reached the end of the garden, and then they paused, as Agatha expressed her surprise at finding that it overlooked the edge of the river. I like it so much," she said leaning against a mossy bank, at the side of which some steps were cut down to the water's edge, where a little boat was moored. I am very fond of it also," replied Mr. Lynn M but I fancied that it was because all my early life had been associated with it." Agatha looked down on the dark river swiftly flowing by them on to the wooden bridge, and above that, standing out high and clear against the evening sky, the old Denborough Church. Of course you may like it from knowing it, fcut even strangers must think it beautiful." It was a much more important place once," he said; that old wall belong to the monastery, and they say the church then called itself Cathedral, but not in my time." Agatha laughed. You have lived here all your life i" I- Yes," he said, and am likely to continue doing so." As a doctor ?" Agatha asked, but rather timidly; for there was something about Mr. Lynn that awed her. "No," he replied. "My father wanted me to follow his profession, but I have no taste for sur- gery, so I have been studying the law and ulti- mately I hope to get sufficient practice in Denborough to enable me to remain here." Agatha looked at her companion, and secretly wondered that living in Denborough could be the height of his ambition. How different he was to the London men she had been in the habit of meeting he had none of their indolent polish, but a look of almost hard work about his face and figure; still it did not deteriorate from his attrac- tions, and she found herself listening to his account of his early life, spent more or less alone in that oid garden and on that dark river, with immense interest. Agatha was quite a new element in Mr. Lynn's life if she had fallen from the clouds he could not have been more surprised. She seemed a being of another world as she sat on the bank in her white dress, with her large dark eyes looking intently up at him. Of course there were young ladies in Denborough, but how different to Agatha! Her style of beauty distinguished her at once from all the women he had hitherto met. If Mr. Lynn had been a painter he would have liked to paint her then and there, and to have immor- talised on canvas the beautiful Grecian features of his new Divinity but as it was, they only sat and chatted on indifferent subjects till the moon came out from the back of the old church, and bright stars found their reflection in the dark water of the river. Then Agatha got up and pro- posed going in doors, so they went slowly back by the winding paths and in again at the open window. The Doctor and his wife kept early hours, so that the rest of the evening was soon over. A supper-tray was the finale, after which they put on their cloaks and prepared for the walk home. Mr. Lynn offered to escort them, and the offer was accepted. As the way was all down-hill, their walk was soon over, and Mr. Lynn wished them good- bye at the garden gate, with a promise to bring Mrs. Vernor some flower-roots so soon as he could find spare time to do so. Somehow or another Mr. Lynn found the spare time very quickly, and he brought so many plants that he and Agatha had quite a long afternoon's work in planting them so of course he stayed to tea, and then they all walked on the sands until the church clock had chimed the quarter to ten. Of course so remarkably handsome a girl as Agatha Burton, with her simple but elegant London toilette, and her patrician air, did not fail to create quite a sensation when she went into the old Denborough church. There was only one person in the whole congregation that Agatha cared in the least to attract, and that was Mr. Lynn; but although Mr. Lynn came constantly to the cottage, and sought her society on all occa- sions, Agatha felt very uncertain of success. Mr. Lynn did not pay her the kind of devotion she had hitherto received, and the wish that he should like her became greater in proportion as the doubt in- creased until at length Agatha ended as so many have done before her-in trying to make Mr. 9 Lynn fall in love with her, she fell in love with him herself. Not that Agatha was by any means aware of this, and it was almost insensibly that she deferred to his opinions, read the books he recommended, and felt a humiliating dependence upon his approbation, upon whether he came or stayed away, and a thousand other trifles that make up the sum of love. CHAPTER III. FivE or six weeks glided on, and Agatha hae become quite at home in High-street. She would sit on a low stool at Mrs. Lynn's feet and pick up lost stitches in the square of knitting that was destined for a counterpane for the spare room bed. Even the Doctor's sanctum was open for her to come and go as she liked, and often after tea Mr. Lynn would take her out in the little boat on the river, and point out the different spots where as a boy he had spent hours with his fishing rod or books. Agatha enjoyed these evenings im- mensely but everything has an end, and generally the most unpleasant things come most unex- pectedly. It had been a very hot August day, and Mrs. Vernor was conflned to her bed by a bad nervous headache. Agatha was sitting under the only tree in the garden, on a rustic wooden bench, which Mr. Lynn had taken great pains to erect a few days before. She was hoping he himself might come, when the gate opened and he walked in. I am so glad to see you," said Agatha I was getting positively dull in spite of the new book." Mr. Lynn held up a tiny note. My mother has sent me with this." Agatha put out her hand to take it, but he raised it out of her reach. Tt is for Mrs. Vernor, but I can tell you its contents." 1 can guess," said Agatha; it is to go to tea and I accept." Mr. Lynn sat down. And Mrs. Vernor ?" "I forgot," exclaimed Agitlia. "Mis Vernor will not, I fear, be well enough to go she has one of her bad nervous heada hes." "But she will be better I dare say by to- morrow." Oh said Agatha, in a tone that had a shade of disappointment in it, I thought it was for to- night." To-night I could not have been at home, and I had the vanity to flatter myself that I might be missed." Agatha looked up Mr. Lynn was looking at her, and something in his expression and the low tones of his voice made the colour come to her cheeks. Neither of them spoke for some time, then Agatha proposed that he should read to her, as he generally did whenever he came to the cottage. Mr. Lynn acquiesced at once, but sug- gested an adjournment to the shady sand-bank which was by the sea shore so there they went, and Agatha took out her work, and Mr. Lynn read, in a rich deep voice, Tennyson's "Locksley Hall." Perhaps Agatha had never felt so happy as she did that afternoon. We all of us are more or less the victims of circumstances, and he loved her before he discovered a flaw in his idol; and even afterwards, when he saw her as she really was, under the influence of the world's verdict, he loved her still. How little they thought that August afternoon how long it would be before they were destined again to see the sun sink over that calm broad sea, or watch the little fishing boats dotted far and wide against the horizon how little Agatha expected to see her brother, when, looking up quite suddenly, Captain Valentine Burton was standing before her. "You are surprised to see me, Agatha," he said, in the same tone that he would have used had they only parted that morning. Agatha was sur- prised, but she made a desperate effort not to look embarrassed, and after returning his salutation, introduced Mr. Lynn. The two young men bowed, and then Captain Burton continued, I found that Mrs. Vernor was in bed, so that, being debarred from the pleasure of seeing her, I came in search of you." Agatha tried to appear glad to see him, but she really felt that the constraint was painful; so she got up, took her brother's offered arm, and suggested their return to the house. At the gate Mr. Lynn wished them good-bye. Agatha longed to say something about the invitation, or send some message to his mother, but Captain Valen- tine was looking on so she only gave her hand and asked him if he would not come in. Mr. Lynn declined, and then she followed her brother into the house. After Captain Burton had satisfied his inner man ,with some needful refreshment, Agatha proposed that they should go out of doors, the evening being intensely hot, and the room small. Captain Burton readily acquiescing they strolled into the garden, and sat down on the wooden bench under the tree-the tree that had seemed so different to Agatha a few hours ago. Captain Valentine took out a cigar-case, lit a cigar, and said in a tone of voice that lingered on the borders of a sneer- Might I venture to inquire who is the new victim on whom you are now exercising your Vere de Vere talents ?" An angry light flashed from Agatha's eyes, but she said coldly, If it is any gratification to you, you may—he is a friend of Mrs. Vernor." "I should have said of yours," replied Captain Burton, with an intonation that annoyed Agatha, more than she cared to own even to herself. Yes, he is a friend of mine also his father is a doctor in Denborough." She tried to say it in- differently, but she felt vexed by conjecturing what her brother would think. I must congratulate you, Agatha, on having such distinguished friends." What you choose to think or say of my friends must always be a matter of perfect indifference to me," said Agatha. '• It may be," replied her brother, removing his cigar, and lightly knocking off the ashes trom the end with his little finger, "but how about the Earl ?" The hot blood rushed into Agatha's cheeks. I should be obliged to you never to mention his name to me again." I am afraid that your request is impossible, as it is entirely on Lord Dunmore's account that I am now sitting beside my fair sister on this very un- comfortable bench." On Lord Dunmore's account?" Yes, Lord Dunmore is at Brightor." I cannot see," said Agatha, how Lord Dun- more's movements can in any way affect mine." My mother has sent me to fetch you home." Agatha looked up amazed. Back to Brighton ?" Yes, back to Brighton." "I shan't go," said Agatha, decisively. "Nonsense, Agatha," replied her brother, in a tone that was half conciliating; the Earl has been asking for you, and my mother said she was ex- pecting your return in two or three days at the latest, and so he is remaining on purpose. to see you." I thought," she said, he had gone abroad." And so he had, but he has somehow managed to elude his lady mother, and if you ever had a chance of securing the prize, you have it now." "Oh, Val," said Agatha, passionately, "if you only knew how hateful all this is to me, you would spare me; you would help me to escape the humiliation of trying to marry a man 1 never could love, in exchange for the doubtful happiness of securing a grand worldly position." But Captain Valentino Burton was not in the least persuaded into countenancing what he thought a romantic absurdity; besides which he was really anxious for Agatha's marriage with Lord Dunmore, as being likely to advance a little affair of his own. Captain Burton was not in love, but he was in debt, and this made him extremely anxious to secure the hand and fortune of a cer- tain beautiful Miss Chatterton, who he had met in Dublin and he believed that a powerful brother- in-law would promote his interests with her friends, when he might otherwise fail. So he told Agatha that it was a case in which he could not interfere, but that having been sent for her all the way into Lancashire, he should really be afraid of the consequences if she refused to return with him so after a good deal more persuasion, Agatha was obliged to consent, as there seemed no chance of escape, and it was arranged that they should leave St. Helens in a couple of days, Captain Valentine congratulating himself on having obtained a victory, which at the commencement seemed likely to give him some trouble. The next morning at breakfast, much to Agatha's relief, Captain Burton announced his intention of going out for the day, as he had some friends in the neighbourhood whom he had pro- mised to visit should he ever come into that part of the world. Mrs. Vernor tried to persuade him to join them at Dr. Lynn's in the evening, but this he declined, saying that he should be home too late, and to Agatha that, however she might reconcile herself to drink tea in the middle of the day with old women and doctors in a poky country town he certainly had hitherto failed to cultivate his tastes in so exalted a direction. Agatha never knew how that last evening went; she knew that she expected Mr. Lynn all day, and that he never came, and just after their arrival in High-street it began to rain in torrents, so that going out into the garden was impossible, and the conversation was general. The greatest surprise and sorrow was expressed at Agatha's sudden and unexpected departure by the Doctor and his wife, whilst Mr. Lynn was gloomy, silent, and abstracted. It was not until they were going awav that he and Agatha had even a moment's opportunity of speaking to each other in private. She had hoped all the evening that the rain would cease, and that they might walk home, but this turned out to be impossible so a fly was ordered, and it was arranged that they should drive. Mr. Lynn had followed Agatha into the hall to find her cloak and hat, which she had left upon the table. What he said Agatha could never clearly recall, but she went to bed that night with a dreamy Implession that he loved her, and that he had asked her to remem- ber and to trust him; that he had said some passionate words about the future that his last look at her had been one of unutterable tender- ness and that the lingering pressure of his hand had been unreproved by her and she felt as she closed her eyes that she could bear the future better now that she knew HE cared for her. She thought it was only her vanity that was grati- fied, and not until she saw Mr. Lynn again, did she realise how much those who love suffer in comparison with those who do not. On Agatha's arrival in Brighton, Mrs. Burton was charmed with her improved personal appearance.. Keally, Agatha," she said, going to St Helens was quite the best thing you could have done, and, after all, you have not lost much of Lord Dunmore's society. He came this morning to ask when 1 expected you, and we are to meet him on the Parade this evening; but only guess who else is heiv." Agatha shook her head. "Lady Alice Wendover, and her aunt, Lady Monckton, is trying all she can to secure the Earl. I consider it," said Mrs. Burton, with rising in- dignation, forward to a degree, the Wf,y those people run after that man. and I'm sure Lady Alice came here on purpose." Is Lord Dunmore making any long stay ?" said Agatha. I fancy, Agatha," said her mother playfully, that will depend very much upon you, and how you play your cards. He has left his mother in Paris, and is supposed to be gone to the Highlands for shooting." Agatha felt a far greater antipathy for J ,ord Dunmore now than she had ever done in London, but she also felt at the same time that any remon- strance on her part would be useless: so she only shook her head, and hinted that Lady Alice had been as great, if not a greater, favourite than her- self. Mrs. Burton would not for a moment admit this, and insisted on going over with Agatha their plans for the ensuing week; so the end of it all was that in a few days Agatha was plunged into such a round of gaiety, that the better influence pay, almost the remembrance, of peaceful, happ) St. Helens was lost to her. (To be continued.)

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