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sunset. The bright eyes of the Spanish beauty flashed upon him at once. “My bandit,” she said, with her low, silvery laugh. : Old Friends Meet. 127 “He is true to his tryst, though I had quite forgotten him. And you have brought back my ring?” She swayed lightly from her saddle, her bright, beau- tiful face slightly flushed from her-rapid ride, her eyes shining like stars. Her “bandit’’? removed his tattered head-piece and made her a clumsy bow. “Here it 1s, my lady.” He dropped it in her gloved palm. The exquisite face beamed down upon him with angelic expression; all its loity pride was gone now. “Tam giad you can keep your word. Wait here ten minttes. I will send my maid out to you. Ii you remain here, and find yourself in need, return to me.” She swept away with the words, and the tall trees hid her from sight.. The-tramp gazed after her with a curious face. | : “Odd,” he thought. ‘She is his daughter, but she has Rory Desmond’s eyes, she has Rory Desmond’s heart. Does he ever see the resemblance, I wonder, when she looks at him? Or is he, as he always was, harder than stone?” Al The ten minutes had hardly elapsed before a trim little Parisian waiting-maid came tripping airily over the grass to the spot where he stood. “T come from my Lady Evelyn, my lady's pensioner ?”’ ei} am.” “Then here.” She dropped into his horny palm a little heap of golden coins, and flitted away back to the house. The vagrant counted his prize with greedy, glistening gaze—ten sover- eions in all. eee Sa princess, that’s what she is, and the worst I wish her is a better father. Now, if I could only see you, my lord, for five minutes, I’d be a made man; but it’s no use hoping for that to-night.” be] she said. “Are yott He slouched away, but not out of the park. His steps. turned in the direction of the river. He would loiter a little longer, he thought, in these pleasant pastures. The twilight was brilliant still, and there would be a silvery — comicbooks.co