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Show THE LOVES the LADY ARABELLA S By j MOLLY ELLIOT SEA WELL voted to Capt. Overton as ever. You know Arabella ever liked him rather more than he liked her." At which ungenerous un-generous speech, I said one word: "Fie!" and Daphne, coloring to the roots of her hair, yet attempted to defend de-fend herself. "I only tell you what all the world says, and so say my uncle and aunt. Arabella could have married a dozen times she is all of 21, you know and married very splendidly, but she will not. Sir Peter rages, and swears that he will marry her off In spite of herself; but Arabella is her own mistress mis-tress now, and laughs at Sir Peter.' "And does she still play cards?" Daphne raised her eyes. It seemed to give that otherwise sweet girl positive posi-tive pleasure to call over Lady Arabella's Ara-bella's faults. "Yes," she said. "Loo, lansquenet anything by which money can be lost or won. Three times a week she goes to the duchess of Auchester's, where play is high. We go there tonight; to-night; but I do not play." I had not thought there was so much malice in Daphne until that conversation. conversa-tion. I left my adieux for Lady Hawk-shaw Hawk-shaw and repaired to the admiralty, where Sir Peter happened to be that day. I explained that I should have come to him at once, but for my inordinate inor-dinate wish to see Lady Hawkshaw; and that I found her looking at least 20 years younger since we met last. At which Sir Peter beamed on me with delight, and, I believe, mentally determined to give me 1,000 additional in his will. I then stated my real business, which was to get Giles Vernon exchanged; ex-changed; and Sir Peter, without a moment's hesitation, agreed to do all he could for me; and then, as usual, directed me to have my portmanteau sent to Berkeley Square, as Lady Hawkshaw had done. Before I left the admiralty machinery had been put in motion to secure Giles Vernon's exchange. ex-change. I returned to Berkeley Square, and again took up my abode there. CHAPTER VII. One month from the time I arrived in London I was on my way to Portsmouth Ports-mouth to meet Giles Vernon, who had been brought over with a batch of exchanged ex-changed officers from France. In that month, during which I had lived continuously in Berkeley Square, things were so little changed, except in one respect, which I shall mention presently, that I could scarcely persuade per-suade myself five years had passed. Peter and Polly, as Giles disrespectfully disrespect-fully called them, had not grown a day older, and quarreled as vigorously bad humors and, little as it may be believed, I, Richard Glyn, lieutenant in his majesty's sea service, with 3,000 to my name, would have gone to the gibbet rather than marry Lady Arabella, with her 30,000. Perhaps Daphne Carmichael had something to do with it. She was the same gentle, winning creature at 19 as at 12. She was still Sir Peter's pet, and Lady Hawkshaw's comfort; but I had not been in the house a week before be-fore the change I alluded to came about and the change was in me concerning con-cerning Daphne. 1 began to find it very hard to keep away from her. She treated me with great kindness before others, but when we were alone together, to-gether, she was capricious. I began to despair of ever finding a woman who could be kind to a man three times running. And I was very much surprised sur-prised at the end of a fortnight to find myself experiencing the identical symptoms I had felt five years before with Arabella only much aggravated. There was this difference, too. I had admired Arabella as a star, afar off, and I think I should have been very much frightened, if, at the time, she had chosen formally to accept my devotion. de-votion. Not so with Daphne. I felt I should never be really at ease until I had the prospect of having her by my side the rest of my life. I reached this phase at the end of the third week. At the end of the fourth I was in a desperate case, but it was then time to go to Portsmouth to meet Giles, according to my promise, and I felt, when I parted from Daphne, as if I was starting on a three years' cruise, and I was only to be gone a day and a half. She, dear girl, showed some feeling, too, and I left, bearing with me the pack which every lover carries pains and hopes. I left London at night, and next morning on reaching Portsmouth, as I jumped from the coach, I ran into Giles' arms; he had reached Portsmouth Ports-mouth some hours in advance of the time. He showed marks of his imprisonment imprison-ment in his appearance, but his soul had ever been free, and he was the same brave and joyous spirit I had ever known. Not being minded to waste our time in Portsmouth, we took coach for London town at noon. As we were mounting, a countryman standing by held up a wooden cage full of larks, and asked us to buy, expatiating ex-patiating on their beautiful song. "I will take them all, my lad," cried Giles, throwing him a guinea. The fellow gaped for a moment, and then made off as fast as his legs could carry car-ry him. I wondered what Giles meant to do with the birds. He held the cage in his hand until we had started and were well into the country; then, opening the little slide, he took out one poor, fluttering bird, and, poising on his finger for a moment, the lark flew upward with a rush of joyous wings. Each bird he liberated in the same way, all of us on the coach-top watching watch-ing him in silence. As the last captive cap-tive disappeared in the blue heavens, Giles, crushing the cage in his strong hands, threw it away. "I have been a prisoner for 14 months," he said, "and I shall never see any harmless living thing again imprisoned without trying to set it free." We reached London that night, and Giles went to his old lodgings, where his landlady was delighted to see him, as all women were who knew Giles Vernon. She gave us supper, and then we sat up all night talking. I had thought from the guinea he had thrown the vender of larks that he had money. I found he had none, or next to none. (TO BE CONTINUED.) (Copyright, l'JOO, Dobbs-MerrlU Co.) SYNOPSIS. At 14 years of ape Admiral Sir Peter Hawkshaw's nephew, Richard Glyn, fell deeply In love at first Bight 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 Hawkshaw's Hawk-shaw'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 about 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. CHAPTER VI. Continued. We had a pleasant journey to Plymouth Ply-mouth and were troubled with few regrets at leaving London. We expected, ex-pected, in the foolishness of youth, to capture many more such prizes as the Indomptable and Xantippe. The Bel-videra Bel-videra wns nearly ready, and in a few weeks w sailed on our second cruise. I shall not give the particulars of that cruisr, It was such a one as all thfi officers of his majesty's maj-esty's service were engaged in during those eventful years. We were constantly at sea; we kept a tireless lookout for our enemies, and hunted and pursued them into their own harbors. har-bors. We never slept for more than four hours at a time, in all our cruising. cruis-ing. We lived on beef and biscuit for months at a time; sometimes we had scurvy in the ship, and sometimes we did not. We struggled with mighty gales, that blew us hundreds and even thousands of miles out of our course; and we sweltered in calms that tried men's souls. In all that time we watched night and day for the enemy, and, when found, chased him, and never failed to get alongside when it was possible; and we fought him with the greatest good will. We had good and ill fortune with the ship, but her colors were never lowered. And it was five years before we set foot in London town again. Only a year of that time was Giles Vernon with me. He got promotion which took him out of the ship. I had the extreme good fortune to be with Nelson at the Nile. On that great day, as sailing-master of the Belvidera, I took the frigate around the head of Admiral Villeneuve's line she was the leading ship and placed her where she was enabled to fire the first raking broadside of the battle. I got a wound in the forehead which left a scar that remains to this day; but I also received the personal thanks of my Lord Nelson, which I shall ever esteem as the greatest honor of my life. I had heard nothing of Giles for nearly a year, when, among Admiral Villeneuve's officers, I found one, a young lieutenant like myself, who told me that Giles had been captured, while on a boat expedition, and was then in prison at Dunkerque. I wrote him a dozen letters at least, by officers who were paroled; and when the ship was paid off, the following follow-ing spring, I lost no time in getting to London, and using what little power I "We Were Constantly at Sea." as ever. Lady Arabella was then her own mistress, although still living under un-der Sir Peter's roof; but, as far as I could see, this spoiled child of nature and fortune had always been her own mistress. I found that Overton had been away for some years on foreign service, and, after distinguishing himself him-self greatly, had lately returned suffering suf-fering from severe wounds and injuries in-juries to his constitution. He was, however, in London, and able to ride and walk out, and visit his friends; but it was doubted by many whether, on the expiration of his leave, he would ever be fit for duty again. I heard and saw enough to convince me that Lady Arabella had been wild with grief and despair when she heard had in trying to have him exchanged. Sir Peter was in great favor at the admiralty. As soon as I reached London. Lon-don. I went immediately to call in Berkeley Square. My Lady Hawkshaw Hawk-shaw was at home, and received me in great state, black feathers and all; and with her sat Daphne Carmichael. I believe Lady Hawkshaw was really glad to see me; but Daphne, after speaking to me, remained with her eyes fixed on her embroidery. I noted, however, that she was a very charming girl, and her eyes, under her - long, dark lashes, were full of fire and sweetness. But she had not, and never could have, the glorious heuuty of Lady Arabella Stormont. Lady Hawkshaw demanded of me a particular account of my whole cruise and everything that had happened hap-pened at the battle of the Nile. This J gave, to the best of my ability. She '.hen invited, or, rather, commanded, tnc to take up my quarters in Berkeley Square, and told me that I had three thousand and ten pounds, nineteen shillings and seven pence to my credit in bank. After this, she was called upon to leave the room for a moment, and I civilly inquired of Daphne how Lady Arabella was. "She is well," responded Daphne, rather tartly, I thought; "and as de-I of his wounds; and, although since his return to London he avoided company com-pany generally, she managed to see him occasionally, and spent much of her time driving in the parks upon the mere chance of seeing him taking his daily ride or walk. Lady Arabella Stormont had everything in life that heart could wish, except one. She had chosen to give her willful and wayward way-ward heart to Philip Overton, and it must be acknowledged that he was a man well fitted to enchain a woman's imagination. Overton had disdained the spontaneous gift of Arabella's love; but I believe her haughty and arrogant mind could never be brought to believe that any man could be really real-ly insensible to her beauty, her rank, and her fortune. Overton could not in any way be considered a great match for her. His fortune was modest, mod-est, and his chance of succeeding to the Vernon estates remote; but, with the desperate perversity of her nature, na-ture, him she would have and no other. It always seemed to me as if Overton was the one thing denied her, but that she had determined to do battle with fate until she conquered her soul's desire. For myself, she treated me exactly as she had done five years before called me Dicky in her good humors, and a variety of sneering names in her |