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Show heavens. the quiet of the country, after the rattle and roar and dun skies of London, were balm to my soul. 1 i-eached the inn by ten o'clock; and, having arranged for their best horses, and sent word two stations ahead. I sat down to pass the day as best I might. I wrote a long letter to Daphne, and then, it being about 12 o'clock, I went out for a walk. There was a pretty pathway through a little grove toward a rolling field next the highway. I took this path, and presently came face to face, at a turn in the path, with Overton. He was singularly dressed for a man of his quality and profession. He wore black clothes, with plain silver buckles at the knees, and black silk stockings and shoes. His hair, un-powdered, un-powdered, was tied with a black ribbon; rib-bon; but he wore no crape or vestige of mourning. I had ever thought him the handsomest man in England; but in this garb, so different from the brilliant uniform or other exquisite dress in which I had heretofore seen him, he looked like an Apollo. He greeted me gravely, but not impolitely; impolite-ly; and we walked along together. He had heard of my marriage, and felicitated felici-tated me on it. My heart was so full of Giles Vernon Ver-non that I burst out with the story. It seemed quite new to him; and he listened to it with breathless attention, atten-tion, occasionally ejaculating his horror hor-ror at the conduct of Sir Thomas Vernon Ver-non and of Lady Arabella Stormont. It gave me a savage pleasure to tell him every dreadful particular concerning concern-ing Arabella; and by the look of consciousness con-sciousness which came into his expressive ex-pressive face, and by the way in which he avoided my eye, I saw that he knew he was a factor in the case against his will. At last, quite transported by my rage against these two. I cried out: "And it is for the purpose of securing secur-ing the estate to you that Arabella Stormont thus swore away the life of Giles Vernon; but God will confound her and Sir Thomas Vernon yet!" "Truly," said he, in a thrilling voice, "God will confound all the wicked. He will bring this horrid scheme to naught in every way ; for know you, if Lady Arabella Stormont were to throw herself on her knees before me " He stopped, and colored violently; he had not meant to admit what the whole world knew that Arabella Stormont had adored him for seven years past. He hurriedly changed the subject, saying: "Perhaps you do not know that I am no longer in the army." I said I did not. "Although I have recovered the use of my limbs and look to be in health, I am not fit for service; and I was retired re-tired on half pay only a few days ago. My life is not likely to be long; but released as I am, by God's hand, from the profession of arms, I shall devote the remnant of my life to the service of the Lord God Almighty. His message mes-sage came to me years ago, but I was deaf to it. I was in love with the world, and possessed by the flesh and the devil. I committed murders under the name of war. I dishonored my to open my mouth as a teacher I am not worthy; but a few of the humblest people about here I have been In this place lor some time come to me on Sundays, in the forenoon, to ask me to speak to them. They are day laborers, labor-ers, hostlers the kind of people I once fancied to be without souls. I speak to them, not as a preacher and teacher, but as a brother and a friend. It is now time for them to assemble." I saw, sure enough, a number of poorly-dressed rustics coming toward the field. They came by twos and threes, the women mostly with children chil-dren in arms, or hanging to their skirts. When all had arrived there were about 30 men and women. They seated themselves on the grass, and I along with them, and, in some mysterious mys-terious way, I felt, for the first time in my life, that the plowman was my brother and the kitchen wench my sister. "When they were all seated, Overton took from his pocket a small Bible and read the Sermon on the Mount. The people listened reverently. He gave them a short discourse, suited to their understanding, and then read to them a simple hymn, which they sang with fervor. I listened with a strange feeling, half pain, half pleasure, half satisfaction, satisfac-tion, half dissatisfaction. I wished for Daphne's sweet spirit to be near me. It came to my mind how like was thia meeting of the poor and unlearned to those held by the Carpenter of Nazareth Naza-reth on the shores of the Sea of Gali lee. The hymn echoed sweetly over the green fields; it was a part of that great antiphon with which Nature replies re-plies to the harmonies of the Most High. The quiet scene, the woods, the fields, the kine in the pasture near by all seemed one in this act of worship. But presently my soul was distracted by what I saw on the highway close by us. A handsome traveling chariot, followed fol-lowed by a plain post-chaise going Londonward, stopped. Out of the chariot stepped Laday Arabella Stor mont, and, through an opening in the hedge, she entered the field. After a considerable interval, Mrs. Whitall fol lowed her; and, after a still longerons Sir Thomas Vernon. Lady Arabella walked noiselessly over the grass, and, when she reached the edge of the group, stopped. Hei eyes were full of laughing contempt at first, but, when Overton turned his glance full upon her, she suddenly assumed as-sumed a look of seriousness, and folded her hands as if in silent prayer. Behind Be-hind her, Mrs. Whitall's foolish face was all fear, while Sir Thomas Vernon Ver-non grinned unpleasantly over her shoulder. Overton, without taking the slightest notice of them, at thp conclusion con-clusion of the hymn announced that he would make a prayer, and asked his hearers to join with him in a petition that the life might be spared of a certain cer-tain young man, Giles Vernon, now under sentence of death in York jail We all stood up, then, the men removing remov-ing their hats. I held mine before my face to conceal my tears, while Overton made a brief hut earnest prayer for Giles, and I could not refrain re-frain from crying: "Amen! Amen!" when he concluded. The people then trooped off, and we, the gentlefolks, were left together. to-gether. Overton surveyed Lady Arabella and Sir Thomas with much contempt. Lady Arabella was the first to speak. She held up her head timidly, and said: "Will you not speak to me?" "No," replied Overton, sternly. "Giles Vernon's life may be spared: but upon you is blood-guiltiness." (TO BE CONTINUED.) THE LOVES of the LADY ARABELLA By MOLLY ELLIOT SEA WELL (Copyright, 1906, Bobbs-Merrln Co.) SYNOPSIS. At 14 years of age Admiral Sir Peter Hawkshaw's nephew, Richard Glyn, fell leeply In love at first sight with Lady Arabella Stormont, who spurned his attentions. at-tentions. The lad, an orphan, was given a. berth as midshipman on the Ajax by his uncle. Giles Vernon, nephew of Sir Thomas Vernon, became the boy's pal. They attended a theater where Hawk-Bhaw's Hawk-Bhaw's nephew saw Lady Arabella. Vernon Ver-non met Philip Overton, next in line for Sir Thomas Vernon's estate. They started start-ed a duel which was interrupted. Vernon. Overton and Hawkshaw's nephew found themselves attracted by pretty Lady Arabella. Ara-bella. The Ajax in battle defeated French warships in the Mediterranean. Richard Glyn got 2,000 prize money. He was called home by Lady Hawkshaw as he was abouf to "blow in" his earnings with Vernon. At a Hawkshaw party Glyn discovered dis-covered that Lady Arabella was a poor but persistent gambler. He talked much with her cousin Daphne. Lady Arabella again showed love for gaming. Later she held Glyn and Overton prisoners, thus delaying the duel. In the Overton-Vernon duel, neither was hurt. Lady Arabella Ara-bella humiliated Richard by her pranks. Richard and Giles shipped on a frigate. Giles was captured by the French. Sir Peter arranged for his exchange. Daphne Daph-ne showed a liking for Glyn, who was then 21 years of age. Giles was released. Giles and Richard planned elopements. Sir Peter objected to the plan to wed Daphne. By clever ruses Giles and Richard Rich-ard eloped with Lady Arabella and Daphne, respectively. The latter pair yore married. Daphne was pleased: Arabella Ara-bella raved in anger. When the party par-ty returned, Arabella asked Sir Peter to aid in prosecuting Giles in court on the charge of committing a capital crime. All attended the trial. Upon Arabella's testimony Giles was convicted and sentenced sen-tenced to be hanged. Sir Peter visited the prince of Wales in effort to secure a pardon for Giles. CHAPTER X. Continued. Presently the prince and Sir Peter appeared, and his royal highness said, with that charm of manner which seduced se-duced some men and many women: "Hark'ee, Sir Peter; I do not promise prom-ise that the affair will be complete before be-fore Sunday night; I go to Windsor early in the morning, and two days is a brief time in which to arrange so important a matter. But if you will be at Windsor on Sunday morning, I pledge you my word as a gentleman the paper shall be ready, signed, sealed and delivered." At that Sir Peter fairly broke down, and could only say: "God bless you, sir; God bless you!" and the prince, turning the old man's emotion off gently, smiled and said: " 'Tis for the preservation of the gallantry of our sex, Sir Peter, that this young officer must not hang." He warmly invited us to remain and finish up the wine, and then one of the gentlemen at the table, whether of design de-sign or not, mentioned the extraordinary extraordin-ary reports which had just reached London concerning the trial at York, and I, encouraged thereto by a subtle look and a question of his royal highness, high-ness, told the whole story, assisted by Sir Peter. It was listened to with the deepest interest. Lady Arabella Stormont was known to every person there, and theprince remarked that he had danced with her at the last birthnight ball. Her infatuation in-fatuation for Overton was well known and freely commented on, and 'the strange measures that women will sometimes venture upon in the interest, inter-est, as they think, of Ihe man they love, was exemplified in her testifying against Giles Vernon. Sir Thomas Vernon's hatred of his heir was also well known and as the web was unfolded un-folded to the prince he listened with an air of the profcundest thought, and his comment was significant: "The king can pardon." He had pity on us and did not press us to remain to cards, so we left Carlton Carl-ton house about an hour after entering it. and with hearts immeasurably lighter. Our first thought was to hasten back to our lodgings to send off our good news to Lady Hawkshaw and Daphne by the northern mail. Sir Peter stold me then that the prince had directed him to go to Windsor Wind-sor in the morning and remain, and lhat he himself would bring him back Dn the Sunday morning, if the counter coun-ter signatures to his majesty's could not be had before. The prince was ;iuite familiar with the procedure, and engaged to get the pardon from the King without difficulty. Early next morning Sir Peter left me. It was agreed that I should pro-reed pro-reed on the Sunday morning to the Hear and Churn, a tavern and posting station near London, on the northern road, to arrange in advance for the oest cattle, in order that not a moment might be lost in returning to York. So. after two miserable days alone in Lon-on, Lon-on, while Sir Peter was at Windsor, I was glad on Sunday morning to be on he northern road, preparing for our apid return to York. The Bear and Churn was directly on the highway, nd was wefl out of London, being surrounded sur-rounded by green fields and orchards. It was a beautiful morning, more ke April than February. The green-ess green-ess of the earth, the bluenesa of the "Will You Speak to Me?" Maker by my dissipations. I spent in gambling and vice the money wrung from the poor that were bond-slaves to labor and poverty. I blasphemed, and yet I was not counted evil by the world." I listened and wondered to myself, should this be true, where stood we all? Overton's face had flushed, his eyes were full of rapture: he seemed to dwell In the glory of the Lord. "But now I am free from the body of that death, and subject only to the yoke of the Nazarene the Jesus who labored with his hands to show that work was honorable; the carpenter who called about him those as poor as himself, and preached to them the love of God and one's neighbor; who received the Magdalen as a sister and the leper as a brother." 1 was silent. I had heard many sermons from deans and dignitaries all well-fed men, and every man jack f them after promotion from the Whigs and these sermons had left I ny heart as untouched as that of the j wild Indian of North America. But I this was different. After a while. Over-on Over-on continued: "As this Jesus called all manner b' men to follow him the greedy tax gatherer, as well as Peter the poor fish rman. and John the gentle and studi-I studi-I ous youth so he called me: and, like the taxgatherer. whose stony heart wa? I melted by the voice of Jesus. I say j with tears: 'My God! I follow Thee!'" We had now approached the corner of the field, and involuntarily stopped. I said to him blunderingly: "Shall you take orders?" "No," he replied. "I do not aspire |