ward she gave a little unsteady laugh,
and it turned at the end, to a laugh of
mockery.
Had she ever loved him? She shook
her head' slowly.
Poor Castle, with his dreams and
his romantic oaths and his fond
eyes! Where was he now? Alive or
dead?
The girl sat up with a little sudden
"Ridforth." The girl gave an excla
mation' of great surprise.
She had' met that middle-aged peer !
a few weeks before on a cruise among
the islands. The Marquis of Ridforth,
making a leisure tour of the globe,
chanced to include this little cruise in
his itinerary, and so fell in with Miss
Violet Lindon and her mother, also
with a fat gentleman -.' '' "lames, .
She Covere'd Her Eyes, Writhing.
cry. Could it be that young. Castle
was the mysterious traveler who had
brought'the Harvest Moon to Syd
ney? She dropped back again, smil
ing. Not he. Success was not in such
as Castle. He was marked fqr failure.
She heard her mother's shrill voice
at a window, and rose to go in.
At the door a sealed note, sent by
hand,, was given her. It was signed
a sheep owner. He left the ship, how
ever, at Suva m the Fijis instead of
returning to Sydney, and Miss Lin
don had heard no more of him.
She thought of him now, as she sat
over his note. A little flush came to
Her. cheeks as she remembered the
convenient opportunities she had of
fered Lord Ridforth for increasing the
warmth of 'their acquaintance If he