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te es gets ‘months, t iy iy ASAE - hope of. finding you Phere still Chak eG: me tea re aca # to St. Louis, and yet I was surprised when I found 1 ae hope realized. Has our charming little hospital nurse poe anything to do with it?” ae ie aoe He smiled as he asked the question, and the sme ib fe up his frank, fair face with rare light and beauty. —— a were not very frequent visitors there. The general ex | pression of that handsome countenance was a grave weariness, a worn, tired look. Those azure eyes, ie as flashed ith a soldier’s fire so brightly 1 in the heat of the fray, had a haggard mistiness always in repose. Oe ee “Well, I didn’t know,” Trevannance made answer, oe wincing a little at the home-thrust. “Perhaps she has, L should have been in England three weeks ago, that is. cers se s tain. However, all delays must end now. I leave by. the L next steamer. My father-in-law-elect has had a stroke of ae paralysis, and lies dangerously ill. I can’t say his lordship has a particularly deep hold upon my affections, but, i : ee suppose, in common cecency, a fellow should be on. the = spot.” ee Peto console the fair betrothed, most certainly. So you. 2 -are to be congratulated: The lady is a comps Hage: OL at course?” oo “VYes—no—that is—’pon my life, I don’t know whet at -she is or not! An Irish father aad a Castilian ph me Castile for a birthplace. What do you think of that: | Colonel Drummond was engaged in lighting a ae ib. He ceased the occupation suddenly, and looked his ¢ om n- panion full-in the face. Aa BE i “An Irish father and a Castilian mother!” he repeated, o. slowly. “Rather an: unusual. combination, is it not? 5. he , = was ° 3 ae - a = ofr Might one ask the lady’s name?” | ee eae “Oh, certainly! Lady Evelyn. Desmond—otherwise, | sie ==! 999 Sie gare oe poetically, “La Rose de Castile. ee Colonel Drummond turned slowly away, and quiet ly. and deliberately lit his cigar. a :. se - “T have heard that name before,” he said. “Read it I - fancy, in the Morning Post. Only daughter, is she BUS e Earl of slot ae . we ae s ee ei evar ny odde¢ Ali looking : out of fe a sen he a | lez ar Tight below he sav ey M inn a tte, * mas yi es fg se —_ ae —_ Pa yy or: