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The Rescue, | 147 those rampaging brutes had hurled his fair, pale countess straight to the bottom of Hell Pit. Confound the savage little ponies! I shall be in a pretty condition for travel- ing to-morrow!” Once at home and his wounds dressed, however, he went on with his preparations for immediate departure. His valet was to precede him to town by the night ex- press, he himself to go by the early parliamentary train on the morrow. “And as I will have no time in the morning, I must ride over this evening to say good-by, and see how the ladies got on after their fright. Will that disdainful little beauty, the Castilian Rose, deign to say adieu once more, [| wonder? ‘The earl would have me repeat my proposal, I fancy; but I’m not quite so badly done for as that. My lady has said no, and though she were twice as lovely, no it must remain. oid i she be not fair for me, What care I how fair she be?” “ So when the white dusk of the November moon sailed high in the cold, blue ether, Trevannance remounted and rode over to Warbeck Hall. He did not enter the draw- ing-room; on his way he passed the library; only the tmoonlight lit the long loity room; only one figure occu- “pied it, and obeying some impulse altogether beyond: his control, Trevannance went in. Through painted windows the silvery light gleamed, falling in long spears of gold and purple and crimson on the oaken floor. At one lofty casement, gazing out at the night, Lady Evelyn Desmond stood. Her blue silk dinner-dress trailed the floor; a rich white rose gleamed in the silky masses of her dark hair. The lovely face was as colorless as that snowy rose. She stood like some ex- quisite statue—marble white, marble cold. 1] . At the sound of the rapid footsteps on the oaken floor, she glanced around and saw the man of whom she had- been thinking—the man who had saved her mother’s life at the risk of his own. Her own life, saved ten times over, would not have awakened half the gratitude she felt now. com As their eyes met, a faint carnation hue arose over the