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oy the Grave of Kathleen. 259 “Why did you not get married to Lady Evelyn when you went home?” “Because Lady Evelyn fell in love with another man, and I was in love with you. She told me her story, and I told her mine, and we shook hands and parted. I had the pleasure of being at her wedding the week I left.” “Her wedding! She is really married, then?’ “Really married... And. you have the handsomest step- mother in Europe!” “Step-mother?” “Yes, Mignonnette. She is your father’s wife.” “Colonel Drummond?” , “Not at all. The Earl of Clontarf, my Lady Minnette! Come, sit’down here, and I'll tell you all about it.” She let him draw her down beside him, and listened to the story of all that had transpired. “She has been told of you; she loves you already; they both know why I have come here. And when they re- turn to England next spring, they will find Mr. and Mrs. Vivian Trevannance waiting there to welcome them.” And then—but,. really, my reader, you can’t be in- dulged in this way—they sat in delicious silence, whilst the September moon sailed up, and they were very, very, very happy; and little: Madame Michaud came in, after ever so long, and told them supper was ready, and got hysterical in the telling, and cried and laughed and kissed her darling, and, after her, embraced Mr. Trevannance. It was quite a scene! CHAPTER XV: BY THE GRAVE OF KATHLEEN. “Lady Clydesmore to Madame la Comtesse d’ Avignon, Paris. Lonpon, April 3, 18— “My DEAREST VERONIQUE,—Again I write you, after a long, long interval—again in the very midst of the rush and bustle of the London geason. And once more I am magnanimous enough to write, not of my ‘noble self,’ _ but of those in whom you tell me you are so deeply ‘n- co we « . by 7 : pall . ~ _ . 0 7 ot .. as