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"I have never thought of such a tiling! You do not know me. mother." "I did it for her gotjd. I loved her very dearly and could not bear to think of her as suffering. I have watched her closely and I know she valued your society more than anything else." "What next, mother?" I asked, as she paused a moment. "When I told her of Annie, her cheek flushed painfully, and her lip quivered. After a moment's silence she said, 'You are right, Ijidy Waverland. I will leave here at once.' She left the room, and about an hour after she came to me and thanked me for my kindness, and said she would never forget the happy hours she had passed here. Then she took Myrtle in her arms and wept like a child. 1 urged her to stay here until she could find an other place, or else to let ine know where she was going. Hut she remained firm and said she would find a home some where." "While my mother had been speaking, tears were streaming down her cheeks. I could not blame her. Hut could 1 let my darling go thus? I alone knew how dear she was t u,e. When my mother had fin ished, I paid: "You do not know 1110, mother. Stella or no one will ha my wife." 7 A K-L 7fr?sA fi Stella or nn one will he my wife. "O, do not say that, my son!" said my mother, in a pleading tone. "I mean what I say, my dear mother, and I blame myself for not having spoken before," I said, and left the room. What had changed the world so ia one sljort hour? The rooms had lost their sunshine. The very birds seemed sad and still. I called for my horse and rode to'the rail way station, not far away, hoping to hear some news of Stella. The agent said she had been there, but he could not tell to where she had bought her ticket. I returned and sought Stella's room. Perhaps I might find something to tell me where she had gone. I was disappointed. Still there was seine comfort in seeing the things that she had arranged and used. They were a part of her. Motionless, yet with a voice most eloquent, they spoke of my lost love. Turning from this little sanctuary where she had lived, and per haps, sometimes thought of me, I went to my own room. How my heart hungered for one answering look or word to tell me that I was remembered! Sitting in silence, memory lived over the past few months. Her words and acts I treasured up from out the past, as weary miners gather up the tiniest particles of dust that glistens with the precious ore. Again and again I held her hand, and felt the sweet caressing touch of her soft fingers, or stood watch ing her expressive face when under the in fluence of music or some enchanting scene. How it would beam with happi ness! Then my mind would follow out the vexing thought: why did she leave Waverland? Where was she now? Per haps among strangers and without money. I did not know she had a shilling. I re membered that she had paid the house keeper from her own purse. Had she been repaid? I had no means of knowing. She kept her own accounts. In the morning, going to Stella's room, I found her account book and read this en try among many others: "Paid house keeper fifty pounds from my private purse." Unt looking through the whole housekeeping list there was no mention of payment to herself. "Mother, do you know how much money Stella had when she left?" I asked, while we were sitting at the breakfast table. "Xo, she never said anything about her self or her money. I remember when she paid the housekeeper I tola her it was not wise to pay Ionl Waverland's debts. She only laughed and said she could soon save it from the housekeeping tuna. 1 never mentioned it again, neither did she." "Will Stella come back again?" asked Mvrtle. "I caunot tell, my child," said mother. After breakfast I rode to the village, fin ished my business, then turned homeward or anywhere. Life wad lost its purpose. As I was passing the little school house I thought Srella might have stopped there. I halted at the lo.r and knocked with the handle of my riding whip. Mrs. Malcoui came to the door. "Was Miss Everett here yesterday?" I asked. "Yes. sor, she ware here, but she had been weeping, bless her dear heart." "Did she tell you she was going away?" I asked. "Xo, sor, but she said good-bye to all of 11s." I roamed aljout with but one aim or ob ject. To gain some tidings of my lost friend was mj' one absorbing thought. I searched very paper, hoping she would advertise. I rode for miles in every direc tion, hoping for some news. But all to no purpoFj. What a dreary old place Waverland had become! It had lost all its sunshine and lay in a deep dark shadow. Even my mother kept her room, and dinner and breakfast were lonely times. Xo more duets. Xo more lively conversations and discussions. Sir Wren failed to find com fort iu playing whist. Annie seemed as lonely as myself and only made short calls, while Myrtle could not reconcile herself to live without Stella. "When I came home she would come hurrying out to meet me, asking: "Have yon fonnd Stc-a?" Then, with measured steps he woui.l return to her mother. One evening about a week after Stella's departure, I came home from a long ride more sad and lonely than ever. After eat ing a few mouthsful of supper I went to my room, thinking I would form some plan for leaving Waverland. As I sat try ing to decide what course to pursue. 1 heard Stella's voice as plainly as I ever did in my life, saying. "If I were you 1 would not let my inheritance go to waste." I started from my chair and looked around. It seemed to me that she was near. But it was only a tempting dream. There win no bright face with a welcoming smile. Only empty space, lint I had been aroused. I began to think what she would have me do. I made myself a promise that I would fulfill her wisli and save my inheritance. I would strive to be a man worthy of her love if we ever met again. Then came to my mind the words we had often sung to gether: "When Hliiill we meet lurwhi? hear ln-url, tin- time is lotur; " Tluit brink's tins ni.-eortl fctraiu. Like minor in a miiiii;. "Sumo tiny tli" clouds will lift Krom l!' my uiitinir li trt; Ami t liniiitli the n'lilfii rilt i'un-liKlif-cl beams will dint- "Fur on that 1ny you'll come; Voiir huiul wnl touch my own Jly heart, now smlly dumb, will is)euk for you alone." That seemed a sweet promise for the fut ure, and I was comforted. 1 believed that Stella was safe and that sometime we would meet again. What a sense of rest came to my mind, bringing by the aid of memory all her quiet ways ami ple.-usant words back again, until I seemed to feel her very presence. I was anxious to do some good deed to be worthy of her pure love. Can mind take form and visit mind? Yes. I believe that sympathy of love can unite as though distance may intervene. But would she believe what my mother said, that Annie and I were engaged? (), mother, how could you tell her that! An nie ami I had been playmates, but what was my love for her compared with this strong, deep pis.sion, that filled my waking thoughts and visited my dreams? My Stella was my queen, my lifi'-star, and if I failed to find her 1 felt that life woui.l be a failure. Moving some furniture one l-ty in Stel la's ro.m a litlle blank envelope fell to the floor. 1 picked it up and found it was not sealed. Surely here w;is the message I had longed for. I hastened to my room to ex amine the contents. I had not a doubt that it was for me, until I opened it. I found a li.ttle square card divided into thirty-six cqu;l parts. Twenty-seven were closed and nine were open. Such a card, at college, the boys called a grating. It was used to decipher messages when great se crecy was desired. What was the mes sage? Should I read? For a little while I debated with myself, then curiosity pre vailed, and I tried. It was addressed "To my darling," and contained the following w or iLi: ldonra eov'eid raaelp eroarn ifgskt hdavre mieree swmadt , roveak awtiee yrfaom drefse There was no meaning to the words in this shape. But I had learned the use of the grating years ago, when we had plan ned midnight raids about the buildings and grounds of the university. 1 copied the first row of words into squares corres ponding to the thirty-six equal parts of the grating. Then I placed the card with the nine open squares over my letters, care- iuuy observing tne little cross on the up per left hand comer, which marked the top. Then the letters revealed through the spaces were: d, n, a, 1, g, n, e, k, r. There was no more meaning than before But I replaced my card, moving the cross to the right hand upper corner; these let ters were visible: a, p. s, n, e, v, a, r, m. I turned the grating once more. The cross now came to the lower right hand corner and these were the letters that ap peared through the openings: o r f k r o y f o. I turned the grating once more. The cross now came at the lower left corner. I read: lraettere. Mechanically I ar ranged the other letters and obtained as a result the following letters: vedrawdef onosttere vedrawdes elrahcmai At the university when we had decipher ed a message by the use of the grating we wrote all the letters together and then sep arated them into words. I wrote the seventy-two letters m tne order that 1 nau dis covered them, and had the following: d n algnekrapsnevarmorfkroyf olraetterevedrawdefono s t t ierevedrawdeselrahcmai. That was all. The enigma seemed as meaningless ns ever. Discouraged, I leaned back in my chair and threw my hands be hind my head. My writing was revealed to me in the looking-glass that hung above the table. I caught the letters forming the word Everett. Quick as thought I solved the mystery. The message had been writ ten backward, and the glass had made it right. I followed out the thought and ob tained: "I am Charles Edward Everett, sou of Edward Everett, earl of York from Raven's Park, England." The message was plain, but the mystery remained. Evidently it was from some relative or friend of the same family name of my lost darling. It revealed nothing to me. I placed the card, the message and my solution in the envelope and put it m my note book. It was something to keep. Like a little withered flower, it reminded me of my lost friend. Where was she now? If I could only know that she was safe and with friends. CHAPTER VIII. WHAT CAUSED THE FAMINE. Once more I had an object to attain. There was work for me to do, and I was ready to begin. The most important work was to plan greater comfort for my ten ants' I never dreamed of opposition in carrying out the methods used by Sir Wren; of changing my tenants into labo rers. The first farmer I visited lived in an old hut surrounded by filth of every des cription. I knocked at the door, and was admitted into a room where a man, a wo man, six children, a cow and four pigs all lived huddled into a space of not more than twelve by sixteen feet. Mike came to the door, looking as though he feared my presence meant eviction. As ae came to me 1 orrerea my nana, ana, al ter a cordial hand-shake. I said: "Mike, would vou like to give up your holding and hire out to me?" "Och, thin, ye're going to be worse thin the ould masther and turn us out all to gether," he said, shaking his powerful fist by way of emphasis; while the woman came nearer in a threatening manner. "Xo, Mike," I said, in a friendly way, you mistake me. I want to make you more comfortable. On your small holding you can hardly raise enough to keep your family from want. But if yon will work tor me, I will give you good wages for yourself, your wife, and all the children t!:at are large enough to work." '".My father lived here and his father Ihj f i'v i iia; iiml imw as soon as ye're mas : !;. r ye une to root us out of t he soil!" ho : ; !:..l:i!;g his fist in my face, while his ki jit coming nearer and showing the .; ' n l" an angry tigress alnait to spring. 'L:!. .Mike," 1 protested. "1 want you to Lve. n;ore com Tori able. It is hard work to live in this way," iointiug to the pigs and cow. "Yvr want the cow turned out to die, so v.'e can't pay our lint," said Mike, "thin .'! turn us from our home. Xo, yer may leave its to oursilves." 1 trietl to reason with him, but could not make him believe but that 1 meant to harm him. Mike was honest, Indus; rious and sober, but the few acres he held were not enough to keep Ins family from want if he never paid any rent. Vet I could not make him believe it was for his good I made the offer. I visil.-d a do.cn farmers, but they were all of the same opinion as Mike, and pre ferred to live in tilth and degradation rather than give up their little holdings. Instead of helping t hem as I had planned to do, I nearly caused an insurrection. The men gathered together and were ready to light if I persisted in asking them to change. I soon found the reason for such lihhy yards and houses was fear of the rent being raised if the place looked thrif ty. Very carefully 1 set to work to over come their mistaken prejudices. I had commenced the work of improve ment before Stella had left, as she had ad vised on that day which seemed to mo years ago. (), why was I silent that morn ing! if I had only sjxiken the loving words within my heart, I might have kept her by my side. How much 1 missed her now! I had learned to value her words of counsel. Her ready tact woui.l influence the tenants to do her will, a- I often fo.l id. When 1 ofTered any dan for change if she had ever spoken of it to them they were very will ing to accept it. (jradually I had to learn her way of dealing with the people and was guided accordingly. It was the story of Topsy and Eva over again, Stella was Kva io leach mc Iheiv must be sympa thy to in regard. As 1 followed out that principle the tenants began to trust me 1. sii.ited improvements that gave them work, and the wages gave them a good many comforts. Alter a go d deal of thought ami some expense I had the satisfaction of knowing that every tenant had a comfortable house and that the pigs and cows were sheltered without being members of the family. It was a beautiful morning in January; the trees and shrubs were clothed with the fairy art that Jack Frost loves to deck the world in, when I rode over to Sir Wren's to receive instructions for my Ixm don visit. He was in his favorite place, the library. He looked up as I entered, and extended his hand, saying: "I ttegan to think you liad forgotten your promise, Loyd. But there is time enough yet. O, by the way, your new theory did not work; came near having a row, I hear." "Yes, Sir Wren, I thought I had got into a hornets' nest. Even the women were ready to fight me. How did you make the change?" "It was mostly done before I bought the estate. The former owner, Iord Sanders, had used it for a pasture farm, and had very few tenants. He had a time clearing it, as there were some two or three hun dred families on the estate when he bought it. He had them all evicted, though every one had paid his rent quite promptly. Father O'Hale said it was the saddest sight he ever saw when that whole village were turned from home without food or shelter. He said some among them were sick and the excitement and exposure were more than they could stand. He waff called to offer consolation to the dying who lay by the roadside in the rain and cold. Every tenant house in the whole village was burned. Lord Sanders never dared to live here. His sheep and cattle were driv en away in spite of his agent's watchful ness. Finally he was obliged to sell. That is the way I have laborers instead of tenants." "I think a landlord would have a lively time of it if he should try to evict tenants at Waverland. Am I in time for the busi ness you wished done at London?" "Yes, here are the documents," said Sir Wren, as he went to his desk and brought me a packet, "Here is a letter of intro duction to the Duke of Melvorne. That p ill prove an open sesame to political cir cles. " 1 bade him good-bye, received his friend y Hod-speed, then returned home and fin--''.ed ray arrangements for a few weeks' ub ;crtce. A "living at my destination in liOndon, I h;..'1i! the lawyer to whom I was to deliv er -jiy packet, transacted the business in- n-teit to my care, and went out to find 'e Duke of Melvorne. lie was at his club r;fm. 1 gave him the letter from Sir Wren. He read it, then in the most cor- manner made me feel at ease. I'he Duke of Melvorne was tall and -tvikingly handsome, with expressive jiov.-r. eyes, dark curly hair and a clear live complexion. He had the stately -.'.: ing of an English nobleman, lie in ; rouueed me to a young man, a friend of hl-i. Colonel Haynes, from America, to Lord Sanders, an owner of American land '.d to some dozen more. The young American was a powerful looking man, with black hair, penetrating black eyes that could sparkle with wit or melt into tenderness, a clear, ringing voice and a grateful manner. Lord Sanders was a uried-up little man, with a dark, squeezed up lace, small, restless black eyes and a long straight nose. He was dressed in black, with boots as shiny as his eyes. He had a gold watch-chain with immense seals, depending from his fob, which he rattled to emphasize his speech. "How is Sir "Wren and his fair daugh ter?" asked the duke. "They are quite well except the little rheumatics that kept Sir Wren at home just now," I answered. "They have had a nipc of Sir Wren's vtsitinnr them from London. Are you acquainted with her?" J "Lady Irving, do you mean?" he asked, half indifferently, yet slightly anxious. "That is her name. She is a widow and a beauty," I said. "Rich young widows are usually good company," said Colonel Haynes. "But I think the English ladies are not as good looking as our American women." "I believe you are right there, said the duke. "And the American giris have more animation than ours." "What is the latest news in Ireland?" asked Colonel Haynes, turning toward me as he spoke. "Earl Spencer is ruling with a despotic sway," I said. "Anyone who has not been arrested or in prison Ls out of the fashion there now." "Then Parnell must be the prince of Irish fashion." said Colonel Haynes. "Parnell a prince," sneeringly said the Duke of Melvorne. "Yes. he is a prince to gam a hoi'i on penpie'tt jmm kcwi vvnjr, ; even, the Americans were gulled into pay ing him large sums of money for his 'Irlhh s.HTerers'." "Uut P.trnell did not tine the money, it came to the people, as I can testily. I have sti-cu ships from America lodel with pro visions in our harbors, and I hav wen tiiose same provisions jiortloiicd out to the starving wopln of Ireland. I have also :tecn the English government paying an armed force to evict these same jxople without a thought of aid," I said, indig nant that an Englishman, of till men, should accuse Parnell of tric kery and di I honesty. 1 I "Ves, T.ord Waverland, you nr. right. I, ! too, have seen ships from the United ' States, in the Irish harbors, loaded with the same provisions that other ship were I loaded with, that were leaving Ireland for ' England. It was not lack of food that made famine," said Colonel Haynes. "That is true, sir," I said. "Thereto enough of everything raisej in Ireland for her people to have plenty. At the very time when American food and money were lK'ing distributed to the suffering people they were sending from Ireland to England thirty large steamers every week, laden to the gunwtdes with fat cat flu, sheep, pigs and the most expensive kindu of food." "Then what made the famine?" asked the Duke of Melvorne. "The feudal system of laud tenure under which Ireland is groaning Ls what caused it," I answered. "Why, are you a landlord and yet advo cate the tenants' lights so zealously ?" asked Iortl Sautters a little annoyed. "Yes, Ijord Sanders, 1 am a landlord, yet I would willingly yield my interest in tho land as the Persians did fheirs." "Why, how was that?" asked Colonel Haynes. "The la"d -owners were t-nmpensated for their lands by the government issuiiii bonds bearing four per cciil. interest lo them, while t.'ie tenants paid the govern ment five per cent on the bonds," 1 ex plained. "Ves that founds very well," said tho Puke of Melvorne. "Hut the Lili people never will be satisfied tint i 1 tliey have driven every landlord out of Ireland and possess the land ft ee of cost. Then in live years they will be ready for anol hi r gift of like value. The Irish are a thrill less, vag abond people, who never know tlio value of anything." "Then they change might ily by coming to America," said Colonel Haynes. "To be sure, some of them are, as you say, vag altonds and drunkards; but the most of them are solx-r, industrious people; anil not only provide for themselves anil their families, but send a large part of their earnings back to Ireland e very year." "I have tenants on my estate who could never pay the rent but for the aid that comes from boys and girls in America," I Said. "And they are sober, hard-working men, anxious to keep their holdings." "I thi'.ik, Iord Waverland, that you have been taking lessons of Sir Wren," said the Duke of Melvorne, walking back and forth through the room, "I remember he used to be very bitter against absent landlords." "He thinks they are a curse to Ireland yet," I said, "by draining the country of million pounds a year. He claims that no nation on earth could avoid famine under such a system." "That remains to be seen," said Lord Sanders. "I know there are more tenant farmers in America, than in Ireland, Scot land and England combined. A large per cent of the land owners are Englishmen, too. Why, I derive nearly two hundred thousand dollars a year from tenant fann ers in America, and I am, not the only one who is reaping a rich reward from Ameri can Ialwr. But there Ls no sign of a famine there, as yet." "Xo," said the Puke of Melvorne, "on the contrary, America is one of the most prosperous nations on the glole." "We are a prosperous nation," said Co lonel Haynes with animation, "but this heavy drain on our jeople may cause suf fering before we are expecting it." "O, bah, on your suffering! I expect to hear the American people begin to com plain as a compliment to this infernal Irish agitation," said Lord Sanders, with more arrogance than usual. "I am not afraid of any complaints, as long as the laws are made to suit ourselves." "But -the laws are matte by the people and for the people," protested Colonel Haynes. "Ha. ha, you haven't cut your eye teeth yet," laughed Lord Sanders. "Why, every clause enacted by the Illinois Legislature has been in favor of the landlords. Vou cannot find a tenant in Ireland that is bound under such strict laws as my ten ants in Illinois are." "Then God pity them." I said. "It seems to me," said Colonel Havocs, "that alKiit the tim? Ireland is free from English landlords America will be pretty well burdened with them. The thought is repulsive. We love to call our land, "The land of the free and the home of flit; brave." Our forefathers fought and suf fered a hundred years ago to make it a nation of iiones. But not one drop of precious blood was ever given to make it a trading ground for English capitalists or to give foreigners the power to oppress our people!" "Well, don't get excited," said Ixrnl Sanders, going to the Colonel and placing his hand upon his shoulder in the most familiar manner. "We pay for the lands we get, and we have a right to buv wlere- ever we choose. And, then, we have a right to use our own property as we wish. Xo government on earth has a right to say where I shall live or where I shall spend my money. "That is true," said the Duke of Mel vorne, approvingly. "I hold large tracts of land in the United States now. and I in tend to own ten times as much within the nextilve years." "Hear! hear!"' cried several voices. "So will we." The evening passed before we realized it. Many besides ourselves ha1 been in terested in the discussions. The Duke of Melvorne invited Colonel Haynes and my self to be his guests during our stay in London. CHAPTER II. A TERRIFIC SHOCK. Blue Ridge is beautifully located on the npper Thames several miles from London. The building is a handsome mansion, built at the beginning of the last century, when English gentlemen reyeled In the luxury of spacious halls, superb galleries and magnificent reception rooms. The Duke of Melvorne keeps quite a court of lords and ladies about him who amuse themselves according to their taste or fan cy, while he remains free to go and come without restraint. There is always some plan for amusements being carried on by Lady Hortense, an aunt of the duke, wht Is the lady of the house and entertains hLs. iruest Continued Tomorrow.)