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jThe Voice of the., Charmer. By Mrs, Im t MEADE, Avthorets qf The Medicine Lady," « A World of Girl*? WW. Kitty? WhuU of /row," The Glewspsn Woman in England? <fec.» < £ *o. I- CHAPTER XY-XII.-(Continued). OTHERWISE." W ISG, sir." ""You'll do it?" Cio it." Joshua shuffled out of the room, and Ward, fol- lowing him to the door, shut and locked it after him. Having done so, he walked straight to the French Endows and flung them wide open. His study looked into the rose garden, and the sweet scent of the roses floated into the room. Ward took a deep breath, and taking out his pocket- handkerchief, wiped some moisture from his brow. My luck!" he said, in a sort of semi-whisper and with a queer expression curling the lines of his thin lips. The devil's luck, I suppose. To think of that scum turning up just when I want him. Could anything be more absolutely neces- sary for my purpose ? That fellow can effectually dissipate Margot Fletcher's suspicions. He will do it, for he fears me. Thus that passing cloud fades from my sky. To-morrow morning Margot Fletcher arrives in the evening Dering will re- turn. Margot will be ready for Dering to-morrow night-he. shall plead his own cause with her. It will be easy for me now to get Margot more or less under my influence. After her conversation with Joshua Day, she will be ashamed of her sus- picions. I begin to see that as Dering's wife, Mar- got can be useful to me. Yes, I will promote the marriage. It will make Patty happy, too. Patty, my wife—my wife!" Ward sank suddenly into a chair by the window. A queer change came over his face. A new ex- pression visited his eyes and made his hard lips full of tenderness. < My wife Patty," he murmured. "God knows that I love her. Can a man be all bad-all sin- hardened ? Can his conscience be quite dead while love remains ? I love my wife. She has power to touch me to the point of exquisite pain. She keeps alive in me that which I would fain slay. For a moment this afternoon, I thought she was dead. It was a terrible momeftt: it took something out « of me." There came a knock at the room door. Ward started, pulled himself together, resumed his mask of impurtability, and walking across the room, flung the door open. Is anything the matter ?" he asked of the ser- vant who stood without. Mrs. Ward would like you to go to her, .,11 Say I will be with her immediately." The servant disappeared. Strange," muttered Ward; "I am weak still— queerly weak from the shock I got about Patty to- day. I don't know myself." He went across the hall to the dining-room, mixed some brandy and water, drank it off hastily, and then went upstairs. Patty was in bed; for several hours she had lain with white cheeks and closed eyes, and scarcely any life or movement. The doctor had come and gone; she had been given a restorative, and was now much better. A faint colour had returned to her cheeks, and when Ward entered [the room, a smile of happiness filled her bright, wide-open eyes. Come here, Jack, and kneel down by me," she said. He obeyed her at once. His wife stretched out her arms, and twined themjlovirigly round his neck. He took one of the hot hands and pressed it to his lips. Darling," she said, "it is so sweet, so restful to know that you love me." My Patty! yes, I love you," he answered. Me suddenly removed her arms from his neck and stood up. You are too weak to talk much," he tsaid. The doctor says that you will be all right in in ctayor two, but for a short time, until you have got over this attack, you must rest." I will rest in the fact that you love me," said Patty. Do, my dearest. Our love for each other must be our strength and consolation; but, Patty, don't let us wasLe our strength in mere words." You always say that, John but it comforts me inexpressibly to talk of our love." I- You shall talk of it, but not to-night. I am going to sit by you now. Shut your eyes and go to sleep." Answer me one thing first, John. Does the doctor think seriously of this dreadful attack ?" Not seriously if you fulfil certain conditions." What are they?" "You are to be happy; if you are happy, you will be well," CHAPTER XXXIII. I THE TESTIMONY OF JOSHUA DAY. I MARGOT arrived about noon the next day. Patty was up again. When she heard the sound of wheels, she came across the rose-garden to meet her friend. She was still pale from her illness of the day before, and a very faint blue tint was discernible round her lips and the lower part of her face—her eyes were somewhat languid, and there was a timid sort of yearning love in them which instantly touched Margot, and made her blame herself for ever feel- ing any sense of estrangement towards one whom she so dearly loved. Oh, Patty," she exclaimed, you look ill still. Mr. Ward has told me of your serious illness of yesterday-I see traces of it yet in your face." "The traces will soon vanish," answered Patty, rousing herself and speaking brightly. I am not ill to-day, only a little tired. I know your visit will soon set me up. How glad, how very glad, 1 am to see you again." As she spoke Patty put her arms round Margot and kissed her tenderly. Margot still continued to gaze at her in anxiety. You mustn't look at me like that," said Mrs. Ward with a slight laugh. Please treat me as if I were well. John considers, and I fancy the doctor agrees with him, that mine is simply a case of nerves. The best thing to do with nerves is to starve them. The more nervous fancies are thought about the larger they grow. I am not going to talk about having been ill-I am not going to think about it—then doubtless I shall be well." Ward stood near while his wife talked to Margot. He now drew her hand through his arm. It is natural that you should be weak and tired to-day," he said. You must not exert yourself. Come into the house, and lie down. You will understand, won't you, Miss Fletcher ?" "Yes," answered Margot. "Whatever Patty may say, she requires care, and she ought to get it. Take her into the house, and make her tho- roughly comfortable, Mr. Ward. I will follow you when I have had one walk round this dear rose- garden. I will come and sit with you then, Patty, and read to you, or talk nonsense, whichever you prefer." Patty smilea. When she followed her husband into the house, she turned and looked at Margot. ?^°lTS fading by the sundial. • 81leeP in your old room," she said; much P r°°m which y°u always liked so Margot made a/n effort to return patty's smile. She found it hard, however, to do so. Old memories and regrets came strongly back to her ^herS6lf — -ta-teof 111 havin'etiiriifcl here aa^a owner. Patty is now the mistress of the Red Lodge who was the guest oh, it is a queer world and sometimes things go so contrary, that it's difficult to keep one's temper. Poor sweet Patty, it is im- possible to be angry with her when one looks at her. She tries to make nothing of her illness, but that doesn't alter the fact that she is very ill, I can't but love her when I am with her. I feel ashamed of the unworthy suspicions which have visited me with regard to her. In her presence, and still more in the presence of that clever, inex- plicable Mr. Ward, they always leave me, but when I am alone they invariably return. I would give the world to get rid of them. The place has gone. The dreadful plunge back into poverty has been made. If I could be a poor girl once more, with I my faith undimmed, I believe I should be as happy as the day is long. Oh, God in heaven, restore to me my lost faith. Give me back the old love I have always felt for my mother and Patty. Keep my faith in those two undimmed, then every- thing else will be able to be borne." The gong for lunch sounded, and Margot went into the house. After lunch she- sat with Patty in the morning room. Patty lay on a sofa- -Mar- got sat near the open window. They talked gaily together as girls will do about all sorts of trivial matters. They kept their conversation strictly on the surface—nothing really near home was touched upon, but, as the hours flew by, each felt a sense ot being soothed in the company of the other. When tea was brought in, Ward appeared. You are much better, my love," he said to hia wife-he gave Margot a glance of real gratitude as he spoke. Margot brought him a cup of tea. I have just had mine, and am going for a walk," she said. At what hour do you dine ?" Not until eight o'clock," said Patty. I am glad of that. I want to have a long ramble all by myself in this delicious, beautiful country." She left the room, and Patty turned to Ward. Does Margot know that Sir Wilfred Dering will be with us to dinner ?" she asked. "No," answered Ward; "it is best that she should not know. Let him take her altogether by surprise; it is his best chance." "Do you think she will marry him, J okn ?" Yes, Patty-she will marry him." "Why do you say that ? Margot is not a person to give her heart away easily." Miss Fletcher has a great deal of character," responded Ward. "She has had trouble lately, and it has developed certain strength which would probably never have been apparent but for it. She is strong enough to resist what would really give her the greatest happiness for the sake of what she considers a principle. Dering has offended her, she thinks it fine to refuse him. Nevertheless she will marry him." I wish I could think thatishewould," answered Patty, but I can't feel at all certain." The strength of mind which makes her refuse Dering will, when properly directed, induce her to marry him," answered Ward. "How can this be brought about?" asked Patty If necessary, I will influence her," said Ward. On the whole, she can be useful to me as his wife, and her marriage will make you happy—two all- sufficient reasons why it should take place." Patty raised her eyes, dilated with a queer sense of fear, to her husband's face. She gave him her Jiand, which he gently stroked. You have too much power, John," she said; it is—uncanny." In our case my power means our happiness." said Ward in gentle tones. He bent his head, his lips met Patty's. He gave her a long kiss. She sighed, and rose to her feet. "Yes," she said suddenly, "my happiness fills my heart. When you are with me I need nothing elte. No heaven can be more blissful than your presence. Oh, John, stay with me always." Of course, dearest, I am your husband." But I don't mean only duringtliis life--I mean also in the unknown beyond. If our souls are really one, let them be one for ever." "I feel that it will be so," answered Ward. But this sort of talk is weakening. Come, the heat of the day is over, let us go into the rose- garden." Meanwhile Margot was walking quickly down 0 the long lane which led past Joshua Day's cottage. Now that she was away from Patty her restlessness returned—she was anxious to walk, and to walk far. She had an idea that physical fatigue would calm her mental unrest. The lane was a typical Devonshire one, and she wondered, as she gathered some sprays of honeysuckle, if she might be fortu- nate enough to find a few brier roses still in blossom. She walked on, trying to keep her thoughts from all grave and disturbing subjects. By-and-by she found herself opposite Mrs. Day's cottage, and looking up, she saw the old woman standing in the porch. Margot had been kind to every poor person on the estate, and she stopped now to exchange a word of greeting with Mrs. Day. In Mrs. Fletcher's time, Joshua Day had not been an inmate of the cottage, and Margot had not the 0 faintest idea who he was, when, shaggy-looking, ana with a certain wild gleam in his eyes, he came and stood by his mother's side in the porch. How are you, Mrs. Day," said Margot, advanc- ing a step or two into the littles garden. "Come in, miss, won't 'ee?" said Mrs. Day. Fy now, it's I that am right glad to see 'ee. and low's Mrs. Fletcher, she mun fret a good bit at leaving a place like yon, but there, right is right, and we're all glad, iss that we are, to have Miss Patty in 'er own again. But come right in, Miss Pletcher, do—I'm glad to see 'ee, and so'll Joshua be when I tell 'im who 'ee are, Joshua," continued Mrs. Day, facing round and looking full into his surly face this is the young lady what lived at the Red Lodge afore our Miss Patty come into her own." "No, fy," answered Joshua. He stared at Mar- got with a dull colour coming and going in his face. Mrs. Day again pressed her to come in. I can't, I've not time," she answered. She dis- liked the look of the pair immensely. I am glad you are well, Mrs. Day—good-afternoon." She continued her walk up the lane. Joshua said a word to his mother, and stealthily followed her. He had got an ugly job to do, and he meant to do it as quickly as possible. Having done it, he would receive £ 20 from Ward, and be able immedi- ately to leave the place. It is true that his con- science, already so heavily laden, would then be burdened with a fresh sin, but might not—might not even then a life of fervent prayer, of passiom- ate undying zeal for the souls of others, atone for his own sin in the eyes of his Maker ? It would be forbidden him henceforth to preach the terrors of the law iri his native place, but somewhere else surely, he might still, as he exprrssed it, rake in souls from the burning." He felt a sense of comfort, and a return of fana- tical zeal as this thought came to him. But the task now set him to do was an ugly one. He had no help but to do it. The quicker he was over it the better. He followed Margot, therefore, at a considerable distance. Her steps sounded fainter and fainter in front of him. He knew a short cut, however, by means of which he could overtake her, and she suddenly came up to him as he leant against a stone wall. She passed him without looking at him. There was a troubled and tired look in her eyes. Joshua touched his hat to her as she passed. Good-evening, miss," he said. Good-evening," replied Margot. She gave him a quick glance in which aversion lingered. Might I say a word to 'ee, miss ?" demanded Joshua I am afraid not this evening," answered Margot. I am late as it is, and in a hurry." I'll walk with 'ee," said Joshua. Ye mun let me, I've some'ut I want to tell 'ee." Margot stopped and looked full into the man's ugly face. Say what you have got to say immediately," she answered. I don't care that you should walk with me. I don't even know who you are." I'm called Joshua, Miss Fletcher. That is the name given to me by my godfaythers and god- mothers at; my baptism, but the Lord's name is different the Lord calls me what I be a. brand plucked from the burning. That is my true name, and as there's a heaven above I glory in it." The man must be mad," thought Margot in some alarm, I suppose I must humour him." I didn't know that Mrs. Day had a son until just now," she answered. "Very likely not, miss, I wasn't at home when you and the good lady your mother lived at the Red Lodge. Iss, I be the son of that godfearing wumman, Susan Day. When I came back aeain from foretgn countries, it was news to me, and glad news too, to learn that our maid had got her own." "I must leave you now," said Margot. Good- evening." Miss, I've some'ut to say, and it must be told. We all kn ow your story, miss. The will were missing, a .Ti(I you and your good mother 'ad the place as heirs-at-Ia-w. The will wor found, and you had to quit. That's the case iri a nutshell, ain't it miss ?" ■■I don't wish to hold any more conversation with you," said Margot. her eyes flashing angrily. I dOlet choose to discuss the private affairs of my family with you." Joshua laughed. Margot began to walk quickly —he shambled along by her side. She found it im- possible to shake him off, and felt more sure than ever that he was mad. Fy, lady," he said. I don't mean no harm. I know a thing, and I'd like tell it to 'ee. It's about the Red Lodge, land you and your good mother coming into the place as heirs-at-law. I were away when the old lady died. Ef I'd been at home you never would 'ave come into possession, for I, Joshua Day, brand as I be, fcould have put 'ee out. Iss, fy, now, you don't believe me, but it's true." Margot, in spite of herself, could not help being interested. What do you mean," she said. Speak at once —I don't wish to be seen walking with you, but if you have anything to say, say it at once, and get it OVE'r. 41 You've a proud spirit, miss," said Joshua. In the sight of the Almighty we're all nought but worms—worms and brands, and we may think our- selves lucky ef we're pulled away from the devour- ing flames. You're proud, miss, and it's a sin to have pride. Now, I'll tell 'ee some'ut. You thought there was no will—you got the place 'cause there was no will. Bless 'ee, miss, I knew there was a will safe enough." You know it," said Margot—"how ?" For the best 'o good reasons—I put my name to it-I were a witness-I writ my name at the bottom of the will. The two witnesses were Joan Clarke—her as went by the name o' Nurse Joan- and Joshua Day—that's your humble servant, miss. I remember the hour when I signed my name to that will as well as if it wor yesterday." Joshua paused. He had got his listener's full attention at last. Margot forgot all her aversion to the man in the trembling wonder with which she now hung on his words. Go on; tell me everything," she said. I'm glad to do it, miss. Miss Rhodes was the proudest woman as ever breathed. I see her now a-sctting in her morning room, and the lawyers from London a-setting with 'er, and Nurse Joan a-atanding ahint "er chair. I was 'ired at that time to do odd jobs in the garden. It wor a melt- ing 'ot day, and I were just thinking to leave off work, and go and eat my dinner under 'the shade by the 'edge when Nurse Joan seen me. 'Er was as sharp as a ferret with her eyes, and she called out as quick and sudden as you please: ''Come right in this minute, Joshua Day. Wash your 'ands, and take off your shoes, and come 'ere, for you're wanted.' To be sure I was taken abaek, for Miss Rhodes wouldn't so much as notice me most times, and I'd never set foot inside the house afore. I burned with curiosity, and you may be sure I wasn't long slipping my boots off, and coming right in. When I stepped into the room, the old gentle- man what was the principal lawyer, I make no doubt, stood up and said, Can your write your name, my man ?' Iss,' says I, and a good plaip fist, too.' Well, then,' said the lawyer, I you stand back there for a minute, and use your eyes. Now, then, madam,' he said turning to Miss Rhodes, and bowing as low as you please,' will you have the goodness to put your name here (in full, in the presence of.these witnesses ?' You may be sure, miss," continued Joshua, "I stared with all my eyes. I guessed what was happening, and I felt proud to witness the signing of a will. Miss Rhode3 writ her name on the paper old and firm as any- thing you ever seen. Then it comes to Nurse Joan's turn, and then the lawyer turns to me and says, I You take this pen now, my man, and put your name, your full name, mind you, on this line.' Is it a will I'm signing?' says I, looking up 'cute like, for my courage was coming back to me. Iss,' said the lawyer. It's a will, sure enough.' He says it strong, and my heart leaped up in my mouth with pleasure at being called to witness a will. I signed my name, and put a flourish under it, and then Miss Rhodes said I Thank you, Joshua Day, you can leave us now,' and I went out again. I didn't tell anyone what I'd done, but I thought over it many and many a time—and bless 'ee, miss, ef I'd come back from foreign parts and found 'ee and Mrs. Fletcher keeping our maid out of her own, I'd soon have told 'ee and all the world beside what I knew." "Well, you have told me now," said Margot. Thank you, I won't detain you any longer." You will take a verse of Scripture with you, miss," shouted the man. Margot suddenly put her fingers to her ears, and ran swift as the wind up the lane. She did not quite pause until she had reached a turnstile which led into a field. (To be Continued.)

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