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: T5 e e Story of the Past. wind for her lullaby. She had fallen into that slumber, the tears still wet on her dark lashes; but the slumber was a very light one. The gentle opening of the door aroused her. She looked up to see the silver-white vision of her daughter, the loving smile on the beautiful face, the camellia crown on the queenly head. “Asleep, mamma? And I have disturbed you! Shali Il ring for your maid? It is much too late for you to be up.” “Not yet, my daughter. Come in. You do not look sleepy. Your eyes are like blue stars.” She kissed the drooping lids with a passionate love that had a deeper meaning than her daughter knew of. “What has made them so bright, dearest?” ) Lady Evelyn laughed as she sank down by her mother’s couch. ‘The beautiful, brilliant face softened wondrously; all its cold pride vanished; she was another creature by that beloved mother’s side. she made a radiant picture there, her perfumed laces - floating silvery about her, the crimson-crowned head drooping, the rich blue eyes so luminously sweet. “How can | tell?” she said, gayly, in answer to her mother’s question. “Not belladonna, certainly, mamma. Perhaps Mr. Vivien Trevannance. We have been to-.: gether for the last two hours.” “Indeed! An unwonted condescension on my Lady _ Evelyn’s part, isit not? He is agreeable, then?” “Most agreeable; very conversative; very clever,” Lady Evelyn responded, with perfect calm. “How quietly Donna Evelyn says it! As though he _ were seventy, and hoary-headed.” The violet eyes opened wide. “What does that signify, mamma? Mr. Trevannance can talk—more than I can say for many men in society. He is clever and agreeable, and—knows it.. He talked to me of Clontarf.” “Of Clontarf! He has been there, fear ee “Last year. He has promised me a sketch of the old castle. Ah, how much I desire to go there! Mamma, - why is it that papa will etatily ha other whim of mine 8 but fae} P | | ‘f comicbooks com |