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Show t'- the mountain scenery for which the placi ' is famous. The reception of this letter filled tha foul of Miss Kate with emotions of keen delight ; and she determined to accept the. alluring invitation of her young friend, the more joyously, as it would relieve, for a time, the uiiliearable monotony of tha retired life she was then li-admg. It is not too much to say that at thia time Kate's existence nt Wimleaere, as her beautiful home was called, waa irksome almost beyond eiiduranc. She was completely un.ici- the turreil-Ifnrt, turreil-Ifnrt, of the woman Markham, who acted in the double capacity of housekeeper for Mr. Dillon, and maid to herself ; though her duties in the latter respect, were purely pure-ly a sinecure, as Kate had long ago declined de-clined any personal assistance from her, preferring indeed, lo do her own w ork, and keep in order her own wardrolto.wlth-out wardrolto.wlth-out the prying aid of tho woman she so much detested. From the first, Kate had known that Mrs. Markham was merely a spy in tho interest of her uncle Peter, though, for some time, she could hardly comprehend the reason of this course of action on his part, and it was only by accident that she eame into possession of the facts in the case, when she chanced to overhear a conversation con-versation lietween her uncle and Walter, and learned for the first time, to her horror hor-ror and consternation, of the plot to inveigle in-veigle her into a marriage with her cousin! From that moment her life at Winde-mere Winde-mere had liecome a constant terror. She feared to move about the house fearing to encounter her cousin, fcai-ed to ramble in the grounds which had once been to her a source of exquisite plcasin-e. Feared to ride in the dread of young Dillon offering offer-ing to drive her out, feared to walk down the pleasant sunny roads to the village, a walk in which she took great delight, and which always ended in a visit to the little circulating library kept by little Miss Pinkleton, the pretty old maid, who was full of pleasant gossip, and at whose table, many a time Miss Kate had eaten her rake and drank her tea, lo the vast delight de-light of the little woman who loved the handsome Kate as if she were her own child. Poor Miss Pinkleton had a romance in her life; and many of the old neighbors used to say that when she was young, many, many years ago, she was the prettiest pret-tiest girl in the country for miles around. They used to tell of handsome John Stanley Stan-ley who courted little Miss Pinkleton and indeed was engaged to lie married to, her a brave manly fellow as tall again as the pretty girl he loved with blue eyes and yellow hair, which, little Miss Pinkleton Pinkle-ton used to say when she did speak of her romance "would be called 'golden' if it were on a young lady's head;"' but John had gone to sea, as mate of the bark "Albatross," "Al-batross," and John hail never been heard of since; and that, said the patient little circulating library woman "was nigh on thirty years ago!" ' "You .don't like Mrs. Markham, eh," Mid the old man cynically. I do not. sir; and further than that. I do not w ish her idxwit me," replied the fair irirl. Well, Miss, you w ill hereafter liear in , mind that my wishes are to lie consulted ; here and not yours. As your guardian, I j will have whom 1 please here, and particularly par-ticularly will I have Mrs. Markham, a lady for whom 1 have a high resiert. I desire you to further Understand that I will hear no more complaints. See that my wishes are obeyed." With these curt and insulting words tin- old tyrant turned away and resumed his conversation with his sou, who stood leaning on the mantle quietly smoking a cigar. Tears tilled the eyes of or Kate as she listened to the cruel words of har heartless guardian, but she onlv said : -Things have sadly changed since my dear father died!" and passed from the room. As she ojieued the door she ran full against Mrs. Markham. and she knew sh hail been listening at the ly-hnle: that lady (lushed hotly, though a smile of triumph tri-umph gleamed in her eyes. Kate jiassed her with a look of contempt, anil went immediately im-mediately up to her room. When the door closed behind her, Walter Wal-ter Dillon turned to his father and said : "Don't you think my dear father that you are lieginning your game a little too early. To my mind, in order to carry out our purpose, conciliation would be the belter caul to play." "You are wrong there Walter, she is a girl of strong will and sound sense, and rare self-dcenilenee. and that icill mart lw broken. The work would lie much easier were it not for the splendid reputation reputa-tion you have achieved. Here you ai-e scarcely twenty-four, and yon are known in society as a fast man good iod. that is not the worst a rons and a gambler; even Kate, has learned of this, and I can assure you that she despises you! That is the word! You needn't speak, and she Would no more trust you than she would a wolf; 1 know it, she said so to her maid, Madeline, one day in her room, while they were talking of you when you came back from Baltimore. She thoroughly understands under-stands you my hoy. and therefore my way is the only way to bring my plans to a sue-cf'-;::ful '.ori?umijii',ti'.':!." ' 1 t '-While his father was speaking, the handsome face of the young man was distorted dis-torted by a black frown, and he was walk-1 walk-1 ing hurriedly up and down the room. He was quite a handsome fellow, this Walter Dillon; his complexion was very dark, he , wore a heavy black moustache across j his forehead was a long rod scar which he hail managed to capture in one of his fre- ' quent brawls for he was of a hot and fiery temper he was well built and very muscular, and carried about him the very air of what his father called him "a fast man." One saw it in the big diamond on his shirt front, the rings on his lingers, the long gold chain which hung from , his neck over his dark velvet vest. A HDN1JDJEI8ESS. A TALK OK rtl'TIIIIV MHO IX XKW KM.I.IMI. lly Mujor M itcNdtiiar. CIIAITKK II. COSTIXl.'Kll. Ilcr heart wrestled mightily with her temptation I.ove, mighty, omnipotent love stepped in and hurled aside her phantom guardian and she replied simply sim-ply :- -Yes. Phillip; I love ym! I cannot help it." She stopped, she could say no more, she was frightened at what she had already said. "Oh, darling if you could only feel the joy you give my heart by those few words: the rapture which tills my soul ; you would then understand the delicious depth of the love I Is-ar you." The girl seemed strangely quiet but there was a tone of fieire )iassiou in her voice as she replied in a strange undemonstrative undemon-strative gort of w ay : "Phillip; but the other day I loved my oul beyond all things this world contains A'ote Phillip I love you lietter than my own soul my ' life was dear to me; but you I'll i 1) i v. are far mure precious to me than life without you. Do I love you, Phillip!" The mail by her side was startled by the awful solemnity of the assion he had awakened in the breast of the woman at his side. He shivered as he listened to the even voice which told of a love that was almost more than human! The cold tone of Burl una tilendon but covered a burning passion that consumed every other sentiment of heart and soul with her it was nil or notltinr; it was idolatry! Her impetuous heart made the man beside be-side her an idol nothing more or less! He spoke: "Yes, Harbura, I know you love me. but not more deeply than I love yon. Soo, darling, we shall lie all in all to each other, in the meantime we must arrange our meetings, and in a little time, darling, we will leave this place for my own home, where we shall reign alone! It was surprising that the keen mind of Barluira did not weigh the maudlin love-words love-words of this man; they weighed like feathers to gold in comparison to the pro-I pro-I found utterances coined in her own heart I but they were love-words, and the voice i that sjKikt; them was as swoet music to her passionate soul. Suddenly the Ml struck nine Barbaia 1 started Heavens, Phillip, I must return no one knows that I am out, nor do 1 wish them to gmxl night!" "1 will accompany you, Barliara!" "No, indeed! I would much rather lie i alone good night, dear dear Phillip," and Barliara broke away fi-om her lover and moved rapidly in the direction of her boarding-house. Phillip Make looked after her retreating retreat-ing form for a moment, whistled lowly to himself; ceased his whistling, and ejaculated ejacu-lated What a furnace of Love!" and moved on into the lights of the town. Chapter III. iRBTROORADK MOVEMENT IN WHICH WE Ll.BARN 8UMETH1NO OP 01 R HEROINS. (We go back a few months anterior to 10 events ah-eady recorded, and to a vely and enterprising town a few miles m the city of Boston, and about fifty es distant from the community of spines spin-es where the Corporation Boardmg-mse Boardmg-mse of the buxom Mrs. Moriarty is lo-ctted. lo-ctted. We had determined in the original plan ol this story, to conceal the names of cer-lah cer-lah Wale, as many of our incidents have foundation in i-eal life, and as a few of our cho-acters are moving and "living facts;" but the beautiful suburb of Brookline, just outside the city, is too enchanting a plate for literary disguise, and it is there the present exigencies of our story calls i us. ' Sniggled among the trees, and far back fromthe wide and shady lanes leading from the highway, is a stone mansion of greatarchitectural beauty, a magnificent Fawn )f velvet green, divided at the farther far-ther md by a splendid gravel driveway, rolls smoothly down to a low stone wall But these little tel6-a tcte were over for poor Kate now. and she pined at home, fervently praying that her cousin would soon take his departure; and she was greatly astonished one morning to learn from Mrs. Markham, that Walter Dillon had taken up his residence altogether at the mansion, and thereafter Kate was almost al-most entirclyontinakfj) her room. This kind or life negan to tell on the fair girl the i-oses fled from her cheeks, and her step grew gradually listless she lived among her piano and her books, she was an excellent musician and a painter of more than ordinary talent in either department Madam Devenent used to say that she could make a fine living if the riches of her father took unto themselves wings and flew away. But was this seclusion the only cause of Kate Dillon's pallid cheeks, or listless weary steps! Was there not something more potent at work to create the strange languor and lassitude that was gradually taking possession of herf Indeed there was. Something totally unsuspected by the environed girl, but thoroughly understood by twoof the inmates of Windemere. Mrs. Markham knew the cause of the gradual change in the physical appearance appear-ance of the jioor girl, and she was patiently patient-ly exjiecting another change, and one more terrible still. What was it t TO BE CONTINUED. in the marks of dissipation which, though they could be hardly pointed out, still seemed apparent in all about him. Suddenly he paused in his walk "I tell you what it is father, something must be done, and that soon to get on this marriage. mar-riage. From what you tell me, we have no means ojjrmvn, and Wnay as well be plain wGJpmTT I muxt hafc-five thousand thous-and dollars, there is no need to argue tliat point," for his father seemed almut to interrupt in-terrupt him, "if I don't get it immediately immediate-ly then I must do the next best thing, and you know what that is. Come! I'll go a little farther and be plainer still! This marriage immt take phite,and that within with-in three months. It is for your interest as well as mine. If she were to fall in love she might marry at any time. Where would you he then, eh? Thrown over entirely! en-tirely! Whereas, should we succeed in this matter, you as well as myself, ai-e fixed for life, and this mansion, or palace rather for I have seen worse ones in Eu-i-ope these grounds, and this multitude of beauties, and near a million liesides, are our own all nurown!" The young man's eyes sparkled, his face flushed, and he gazed down upon the ld man with a look of triumph his whole being aglow with enthusiasm. His father was no less excited than ' himself, and he rubbed his bony hands J together, and gave forth a prolonged which runs along the front of the grounds j for nim-e than two hundred yards. Beau-. Beau-. tiful ekns line the walks, and in the rear of the mansion is a spacious and beautiful conservatoi-y, the grounds about which ai-e laid out with rare taste and excellence J the fragrance of almost every species , of flowers, verbenas, heliotropes, pansies, I geraniums, and blushing carnations nod a 1 welcome to the morning winds, and give a ! simple beauty to the place impossible almost al-most for our prosaic pen to describe. Further back is a beautiful sheet of water wa-ter with a boat-house on either lwnk.while I a couple of gaily-jainted boats float lightly light-ly at their moorings. Opulence and exquisite ex-quisite taste is indicated on every hand. The very stables on the gi-ounds, beautiful beauti-ful enough for a private residence, speaks of great wealth and lavish expenditure. In this luxurious home resided Mr. Peter Pe-ter Dillon, together with his son Walter, and his neice, Kate Dillon, a young lady of great beauty and mistress of all the accomplishments ac-complishments taught at the famous seminary sem-inary of Madam Devenant, many of whose pupils were among the leading belles and most accomplished ladies of the land ; for Madam had been a teacher of the torial , tine arts at Hazeldean for nearly a quarter . of a centurv it is enough then to say Ah-h-h-h!" His cold, good sense however, soon came to the surface. i "That's all very well my son, all very well, but we must have a little jiatience. Let me work on that girl's will. I'll bring it down! I'll bring it down!" and the j bony hands were again twisted and rubbed together;" and in the meantime you must Vie with her as much as possible. Markham Mark-ham is keeping an eye upon her, so I have no fear of lovers coming in to upset our , plans. How easily all this might have j been arranged if you had only guarded I your name and reputation. She might j have loved you, and you might have mar- j ried out of hand without resort to traje or plans." ; "Yes, there you go again, still harping on reputation drop that right there and let us work with the material we have, I and if you do your pari I havn't any doubt of final success. In the meantime 1 must have money." "You say you want money V 'Yes. I mii.it have five thousand dollars or " "Well, if you mut, I suppose you must but it's hard Walter." "Pshaw! What is there hard aWmt it it dosn't come from your pock " i M'Sh be careful of your tougne, Walter Wal-ter isn't there someone at the door look and seer" Walter Dillon opened the door and found himself face to face with Mrs. Markham, she looked slightly disturbed, but she was a vei-y ready female, she only made a low bow, and handed a letter to Walter saying, "for Mr. Dillon," and dejiarted. The young man took the letter without the slightest suspicion that Mrs. Markham Mark-ham had been standing at the door for ! some time during the foregoing conversation. conver-sation. I In the meantime Mr. Dillon had opened i his check-bonk and filled out a draft for I the amount his son had requested ; this he gave to tho young man saying: "that must last you some time Walter, for these I continual pulls will soon complicate af-1 af-1 fairs!" Walter took the check ; carefully folded I it and put it away in his porket-bnok. and ' left his honorable sii-e to the perusal of his letter. ' CnAPTBR IV. ViOHR OF WINDBMBRK. THB COSsriRATOnS IN COUNCIL. AND T IB FLOTT1NGS OK THH j HOl'SBKKBPKR. I Several days after the events related in the lost chapter transpired, Kate Dillon received a long letter from a young com-' com-' panion who had graduated with her from the seminary of Madam Devenant, containing con-taining an invitation to her home among the green hills of New Hampshire, and promising all sorts of pleasures in the way of parties, pic-nics and drives amid that Kate Dillon graduated at her Academy, Acade-my, to appreciate to the full, her accumulated accumu-lated graces and accomplishments. The elder Dillon was alxmt Bixty years of age, and the legal appointed guardian of his neice Kate; and had taken up his i lesidenee at Windemere about four years prior to the opening of our story ; alxiut ynich time the father of Miss Kate, a Tery excellent man, and charitable withal, ' died leaving his daughter whom he loved nith the fondest affection, under the guar- j dianship of his brother Peter, a man who I at the time of assuming his role of gear- j dian, was engaged in some kind of broker- age business. It was not known in the J community whether or not he was a man of means but one thing was soon found j out, and that was that he was a mean and selfish man evinced in the fact that upon the accession to the control of Simon Dillon's Dil-lon's estate, he cut off all the charities in hich the hitter delighted in assisting ; discharged dis-charged all the old servants, many of whom had lieen on the place for years, and even sent away Kate's maid, Madeline, Made-line, who had grown up in her service. He supplied the place of the latter with a p?rson of liia own selection, and with i whom he seemed to be thoroughly acquainted. ac-quainted. J She was alxmt forty years of age, Btur but olwequiouB, anil constantly wate'led over the outgoings and incomings of her beautiful Mistress; and, in fact, kept tver her such stringent guard, that Kate finally applied Jto her guardian for the woman's discharge. She was frightened at the answer she received. Dillon was sitting with his son, Walter, in the library, when she entered to make her complaints - and pressed her request. |
