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Show ' THE MAID af MAIDEN LANE"! Sequel to "The Bow of Orange Ribbon." A LOVE STORY BY AMELIA E. BARS (Copyright. 1W0. bj Am'.Mi li. Ilnrr) f CHAPTER VII. (Continued.) "Sho In gone, Doctor." "At what hour?" "Tho clock was striking thrco alio wont smiling." Thou lio bowed his head and turned nwny. Tlioro was nothing moro that lie could do; hut ho romomhored that Aronta had ateppcil on board the l.u Bollo Trance ns tho clock struck threo, and that she also had gone smiling to her unknown destiny. Arriving homo he very gently acquainted ac-quainted Mrs. Moran with tho death of his young patient, and then asked, "Where is Cornelia?" "I know not. Sho Is asleep. Tho hall to-night Is to ho fairy-land and love-land, an Arabian night'B dream and a midsummer night's dream all in i one. 1 told tier to rest, for sho was weary and nervous with expectation. To-morrow the Vnn Arlons' excitement excite-ment will bo over, nnd wo shall have rest." "I think not. Tho town Is now ready to move to Philadelphia. I hear that Mrs. Adams is preparing to leave Richmond Hill. Washington has already gone, and Congress Is to meet in December." "But this will not concern us." "It may. If George Hyde does not i go very soon to England, we shnll go to Philadelphia. I wish to rid myself I and Cornelia of ills airs and graces and wearlsomo good temper, his slng- I ing nnd reciting and trlnghnm-trang- I ham poetry. This story hns been long enough; wo will turn over and end It." "It will bo a great trial to Cornelia." "It may, or it may not there is Rom Item is your own suggestion. However, wo have all to sing tho hymn of Renunciation at sumo tlmo; Jt is well to sing it in youth." CHAPTER VIII. Two Proposals. Tho ruling Idea of any mind assumes as-sumes tho foreground of thought, and after Arenta's marrlago the domlnnnt dosiro of George Hyde was to havo his betrothal to Cornelln recognized nnd assured. Ho wns In hasto to light his -own nuptial torch, and nfrald every ' day of that summons to England which would delay tho ovont. "I may havo to go away with mother at any time I may bo detained by ovents I cannot help and I havo not bound Cornolla to mo by any personal ! recognized tic and Rem Van Aliens i will bo over near hor. Oh, Indeed, this ntnte of affairs will never do! I will writo to Cornolla this very moment and toll her I must soo her lather this evening. I cannot possibly dolny it 1 longer. I havo boon a fool a cure- less, happy fool too long." Ho opened his secretary nnd sitting rosolutoly down, began n letter to Dr. Jloran. Ho poured out his heart and desires, and then he read what he had written. It would not do nt all. It wns a lovo lottor and not a business lotter. Ho wrote another, nnd then f another. When he had finished rend ing them over, ho was in a passion with hinisolf. "A fool In your teeth twice over, 4 i L I "Write, then, to Cornelia." Joris Hydo!" ho cried. "Since you cannot write a docent business letter, write, then, to the adorable Cornelia; tho words will be at your flng. ' emits for that letter, and will slip from your pen as if thoy were dnncing; "My Sweot Cornolla: "I hnvo not seen you for two Oays, and 'tis a miracle that I havo ondured it. I can tell you, beloved, that I nm I much concorned about our affair. You I know that I may hnvo to go to Bng- f land soon, and go I will not until I havo askod your fnther what favor he will show us. Tell mo nt what hour I may call and see him In his houso. Oh, my poerlosB Cornelia, pearl and flower of womanhood, I speak your ' I I speech, I think your thought; yen arc tho noblest thing In my lite, nnd to remember you is to remember the hours whon 1 was the very best and tho very happiest. Hid mo cotno to you soon, ery oon, for your lovo Is my life. Send your anvor to my city lodging. Oh, Cornolla, am I not ever anil entirely yours? "Gooigo Hyde." It wns not moro than eight o'clock In the morning whon lie wrote this letter, nnd ns soon ns possible he dispatched dis-patched a swift nuasongor with It to Cornelia. Probably Madame Hyde divined something of tin importance and tenor of a missive sent in such n hurry of anxious love, fo early In tho dny, but sho showed nolther annoyance nor curiosity regarding It. "Jcrls, my dc.ir one," she snld. as they rose from tho breakfast table, "Joris, I think there Is a letter from your fnther. To tho city you must f-o as soon as you can, for I havo hnd n restless night, tull of feeling it has been." Jnris smiled and kissing her, said, "I am going at once. If thero Is a letter I will send u quick rider with It." "Hut como thyself." "That I cannot." "Hut why, then?" "To-morrow I will tell you." "That is well. Into thy mother's heart drop all thy Joys and sorrows. Thine, are mine." It happened but doubtless happened hap-pened becnuso so ordered that the ory hour In which Joris left Hydo Manor, Petor Van Arlens received a letter that made hlni very serious. Ho left his olllco nnd wont to see his son. "Item," ho said, "hero lias corao a let-tor let-tor from Boston, and some one must go there, and that, too, in a great hurry. The house of niumo and Otis is likely to fnil, nnd in it wo have some great interests. A lawyer wo must havo to look after thorn; go thyself, and It shall be well for both of us." "I cnunot go with a happy mind today. to-day. I think now my case with Cornelia Cor-nelia will bear putting to the question. As you know, it has been stop with stop between Joris Hydo and myself in that affair, and if I go nway now without securing the ground I havo gained, what can hinder Hyde from taking advantage over mo?" "That Is fair. A man Is not a man till ho has won a wife. Cornelia Moran Is much to my mind. Go nnd boo her now." "I will wrlto to her. I will tell her what Is In my heart and ask her for her lovo and her hand, if she is kind to my offer then I can go to Hoston wltli a free heart nnd look after your money and your business." Rut the letter to Cornelia which Hydo found to slip off his pen like dancing was a much more difficult matter to Rom. Ho wroto and destroyed, de-stroyed, and wroto again and destroyed, de-stroyed, nnd this so often that ho finally final-ly resolved to go to Maiden Iano for his Inspiration. Ho mot George Hydo sauntering up tho street looking unhappy and restless, rest-less, and he suspected nt oneo that ho had been walking past Dr. Moran's house in the hopo of seeing Cornelia and had been disappointed. Tho thought delighted him. He wns willing will-ing to bear disappointment himself, if by doing so somo-of Hyde's smiling confidence was changed to that unhappy unhap-py unenslness which ho dotoctcd In Ills rival's face ami mannor. Tho young men bowed to each other, but did not speak. "What a mero sullen croaturo that Rom Vnn Arlons Ib!" thought Hyde, "and with all the good temper In tho world 1 affirm It." Then, with a movement move-ment of impatience ho ndded: "Why should I lot him lnt6 my mind? for ho is tho least welcomo of all intruders. Good gracious, how long tho minutes aro! How shall 1 endure another hour? porhnps many hours. Whoro can sho havo gone? Not unlikely un-likely to Madnmo Jacobus. I will go to K at mco." He hastened his atepB and soon arrived ar-rived at tho well-known residence of his friend. He wns amazed as soon ns tho door was opened to find pret-nrations pret-nrations of the most evident kind for some chance. "Whnt is tho mntter?" he asked in a voico of foar. "I am going away for a tlmo, Joris, my good friend," answered mndamo, coming out of a shrouded and darkened dark-ened parlor as sho spoko. "Hut where are you going?" "To Charleston. My sister Sabrinn is sick dying, nnd thero is no one bo noar to her ns I am, But what brings you hero so early 7" "My mother felt euro thero wan a letter from father, and I enmo at onco to got it for hor, but thero was none." "It will como in good time. Now, I must go. Good-bye, dear Joris I" "Kor how long, my friend?" "I Know not. SnbrltiR Is Incutnb'y 111. I i-:. ell itay with )ier till she departs." de-parts." She snld tho0vurds a they went down tho steps together, and with eyes full of toars he placed hor carefully in tho conch and then turned sorrowfully to his own rooms. In the meantlmo Rom was writing his proposal. Finally, after ninny trial, he desisted with the follow In: ti'oiiKh It was lh lonst effective ot uny form ho hnd wi on: "To Miss Mornn: "Ilonoiod and dolovod Friend "Twenty tlni's this dny I have tried to wrlto n letior worthy to com Into your hunds nnd worthy to tell you how boyonc all words I love you. Hut what can I say moro thun that I lovo you? Tomorrow I must loavo Now York, and I may ho away for some time. Prny, then, glvo mo some hopo tonight to take with me. I um sick with longing for the promise of your lovo. Oh, dearest Cornelia, I nm, as you know well, your humble servant, "Rembrnndt Van Arlons." When ho hnd finished this letter, ho folded nnd scaled It, and walked to the window with it in his hand. Then ho saw Cornelia returning home from some shopping or Hoclnl errand, and hastily calling a servant, ordered him to deliver tho letter nt once to Miss Moran. She bowed and smiled ns sho accepted it, but Rom, watching with his heart in his eyes, could seo that It awakened no speclnl Interest. Sho "I am going away for a time." kept It unopened ns sho wandered among tho (lowers, until Mrs. Moran came to tho door to hurry hor movements; move-ments; then she followed her mother hastily into the house. "Do you know how Into it is, Cornelia? Corne-lia? There Is a letter on your dressing dress-ing table that came by l.Iout. Hydo'a servant two. or threo hours ugo." An sho entered her room an imposing impos-ing looking letter met her eyes a letter written upon the finest paper, squarely folded, and closed with a large seal of scarlet wax carrying tho Hydo mine. Poor Item's inossago lost instantly whatever interest It possessed; pos-sessed; she let It fall from her hand, and lifting Hyde's, oponod it with that marvelous womanly Impetuosity which lovo tenches. In a moment she folt nil that ho felt; all tho ecstasy and tumult tu-mult of n great affection not sure. Kor this letter was tho "little more" In Hyde's lovo. and, oh, how much it was! , She pondered It until she was called to dinner. Thero was then no time to read Item's letter, but sho broke tho seal and glanced at its tenor, and an expression of pity nnd annoyanco camo into hor oyes. Hastily alio locked both letters away lu a drawer in her desk. Dr. Moran wns not nt homo, nor was he oxpected until sundown, so mother nnd daughter enjoyed togothor tho confidence which Hydo's lettor induced. in-duced. Mrs. Moran thought tho young man wns right, and promised, to a certain cer-tain oxtent, to favor his proposnl. "Howovor, Cornolla," she added, "un-loss "un-loss your father 1b perfectly agreoahlo nnd satisfied, I would not advise you to mnko any engagement." Tho nnsworlng of these letters was naturally Cornelia's first afternoon thought. To write to Joris wns n delightful de-lightful thing, nn unusual pleasure, and sho But down, smiling, to pen tho lines which bIio thought would b ng her much happiness, but which wero doomed to bring hor a great sorrow: "My Joris! My Dear Friend: " 'TIs scarce nn hour since I received ycur letter, but I havo road It over four times. And whatever you deslro, that also Is my desire; and I am deceived de-ceived as much ns you, if you think I do not lovo you as much ns I am loved by you. Como, then, this very night as soon ns you think convenient If my father is in a suitable tempor it will bo well to speak plainly to him, and I am sure that my mothor will say in our favor all that is wise. "What moro is to say I will keep for your ear, for you aro enough in my heart to know all my thoughts, and to know better than I can tell you how dearly, how constantly, how entirely I lovo you. Yours forever, "Cornolla. " (To bo continued.) !-' I . r. |