Homely and humbly, these my cottage rooms,
No On upholstering or glided walls ;
No woven threads from Persia's fabled looms,
No fair-arched entrance Into stately halls.
No marble Clytiejwlth Its frozen reins
Ail Diooaiess, wmnuermgorer bbuwj oiw.
Bat one tweet Cupid touched with richer stains
or rosy Lire on. 1 ip ana cneea ; ana cre.
Of shining curls.
Whose spirals catch the
vi every nmDewo , wiia m j bj ,
And my one window, wisely made for show,
Of greenest foliage these insure me Joy.
My oottage-window, framed with sturdiest
Whose rladness lambs In every lusty leaf.
Where fuchsias hang their bells, and pans lea
Like voHet eyes, touched with some ohlld-
Here blooms the rose, and there the spier
Here fifta the calls, grand and pore and fair,
s nil hM-A ait I tr Vftvfe m raul or think.
Or twine might flowers in I baby's golden
"foujni. Hi . -
Call me not poor, for wondrous wealth is mine
The wealth of boundless love and sweet con
ftno tin mnnMuMAm huaVMI shall makediVinC.
And Cod's dear flowers in loving likeness
The Curse of the Crimson Cross.
The Curse of the Crimson Cross. CRAPTER I.
Marian Lady Fairfax had been
one of the moat beautiful women in
the country when she became the
bride of Sir Boy, nor wtt she leas
lovely now, in the second year of her
wifehood. Tall and exquisitely
moulded, she belonged neither to the
.1 1.1 1 .... l,.,1T,,Ot . naf lint.
ted in her personelle the chief charms
of both. Her hair was of a rich,
f listening, chesnut brown, brushed
ack from a transparently clear fore
head; and her soft, large eyes were
of the clear brown which seem to
melt and grow limpid as you gaze at
mem, wniie ner complexion wan
fresh as a rose, and no sculptor's art
could have Improved on the perfec
tion of her email, pure features.
Sir Boy Fairfax was wortny of the
aristocratic race from which he
Srung an Apollo in beauty, a gla
ator In strength and slae. He was
dark, with curling hair and bright
blue eyes, whose gaxe was falcon
like in its keenness, but there was an
expression only of the most caressing
tenderness In their light as he ap
proached his wife.
Lady Fairfax's face grew bright as
she held out her jeweled hand.
"You are late to-night, Boy."
"A little late, my love, but I had
letters to writs," be answered.
"I wish you were not going out to
dinner to-mgnt," sne saia, instinc
tively drawing nearer to his side.
"My darllnsr. don't be unreason
able." he answered, touching her
bright hair fondly. "I shall be back
before you have had time even to
"As if I did not always miss you
' 'Don't sit up for me, . Marian. I
shall endeavor to return as early as
possible, but I don't like the idea of
those bright eyes growing dim with
midnight vi arils. Promise me to
go to .your room at eleven ?' '
"I Dromls. Boy."
Her eyes shone softly into his as he
bent to press a gooa-Dy kiss upon we
dew uoarlet of her lovely lips, and
thus thev Darted.
Sir Boy's footsteps had long died
awav in the corridors, and the little
dock had chimed several times,
when Lady Fairfax sounded the
mall silver hand-bell ou the table.
Her maid answered the summons a
grave, middle-aged woman.
"Are there lights in my room
IIVao Witt lorl.r
Do you wish to
"I may as well
o up stairs as to
sit here," said La
"r nromised Sir Kov not to be late."
"Has Sir Boy crone out my lady?"
"Yes i he dines at Mr. Mountjoy 's
"Gone out to dinner, my lady ?"
Lady Fairfax glanced up in sur
"Did not you hear me say he was to
dine at tne Mountjovs' e wnat is
there so strange about that ?"
"Nothing, my lady, to be sure,"
answered Mrs. "Wharton. ocouDied
with gathering up the books and
work scattered round lady Fairfax's
tahle : "only Dickson has lust come
un from the eanie-keecer's cottage.
and says he saw Sir Boy going in
"Dickson must be mistaken." said
Lady Fairfax, placidly. "You have
left my cassolette on the table, Whar
the broad staircase, on which a atrip
Mrs. Wharton followed her lady up
of velvet carpet deadened the sound
of footsteps, into a large and beautifully-decorated
apartment, where the
skill oftne modern upnoisterer naa
turned the ancient wails into a cask
et of beautv and freshness.
"I am not sleepy yet. Wharton,"
said Lady Fairfax, glancing round
her. as she sank down into the cush
ioned denths of this easy chair. '
shall read for some time yet. I will
rino- for von when I require you."
'Yes. mv ladv." said the maid.
quietly, and she withdrew, leaving
Ladv Fairfax alone in the beautiful
Suddenly Ladv Fairfax started to
-"Hark !" she exclaimed, as if to her
self, "what was that?"
Vnr the dream v. summer-perfumed
silence of the room had been sudden
ly rent asunder, as it were, by the
quick, sharp report of a gun f
Sir Boy Fairfax, on leaving his
wife's drawinsr-room. had by no
means entered the carriage to drive
across the country to the old Mount-
iov mansion. Instead or tnat, ne naa
taken his way across t'ae terraced
lawn to a secluded path which led In
to a balsam-smelling copse of ever
greens, where a rustic summer-house
afforded a sort of impromptu shelter
from dew and chill.
"It's too early yet." said Sir Boy
to himself, as he sat down and delib
erately lighted a cigar.
The stable-clock struck nine, ton,
and eleven, as he sat there, some
times smoking, sometimes whistling
softly to himself. When, finally,. he
rose, and moved stealthily through
the quiet trees, it was nearly mid
Across the dewy grass past an old
ivy-mantled tree, where an owl hoot
ed dismally as he passed down a
. narrow path, Sir Boy Fairfax walked,
until he found himself, of a sudden,
close to the back entrance of a small
thatched cottage, on the very edge of
the pleasure-grounds. All was quite
dark and silent, or seemed so from
Without ; but when Sir Boy tapped
softly at the door, it opened, revolv
ing suddenly, and noiselessly on its
hinges, and revealed a brightly-
ilgntea room, witn mree men sitting
or scanaing eareiessiy arouna one
of them the very Colonel Mountjoy
with whom Sir Koy had avowed his
purpose of dining that evening.
ai last : " crien oia uoionei mohdi-
ioy, as the door closed once more be
hind the new comer. "Why, man,
we thought you were never com
ing!" "It is just tne nour we agreed up
on," Sir Boy answered, deliberate
" wen, pernaps you mny iro ngm
about that," said the old gentleman,
impatiently, "but when a man is
waiting, every minute seems use an
Sir Boy glanced around the room,
nodded to his other comrade, a tall,
rather slender men, and spoke a woi-d
or two to the tramekeener. a srrizzlv-
headed ttcetchman of fifty, or tnere-
"You think the game will lie well
to-Bicrht, Morison !"
"Couldn't be better. Sir Boy," the
man answered, with a repressed
"Then, air," said old Morison, as
neither Colonel Mountjoy nor Sir
Boy answered him, "p'raps we'd bet
ter be a-movin" Here's your gun
now, then, to the left!"
He led the way. uluntrinsr into an
aoDarently trackless bit of the over
grown woods, through which he
threaded his way sure-footed and
swift as one of the Park deer. The
three gentleman followed, and for
few minutes the silence was unbro
Suddenly Morison stopped, breath
ing, rather than whispering into Sir
Koy's ear, as ne pointed, in tne aim,
uncertain starlight, at a small open
space, quite surrounded with dwa.'f-
eel trees and underbrush.
"There, Sir Boy, there's the trap
on the edge o' them hazels, and it
ain't empty, neither. He won't be-1
long comin' arter his game, you may
take your oath!"
The old man's hand trembled with
suppressed eagerness his face turned
with the excitement of the moment !
"Hush! On your life, don't speak a
word, man," murmured Sir Boy, mo
tioning to the other two to advance
no farther. " We have only to wait,
The seconds grbw into minutes
minutes seemed to lengthen them
selves out. as the four men stood
there so motionless, that you could
not have discovered their shadowed
figures from the trunks of the beech
es and chestnut-trees. Their very
breathing was hushed one might
have heard the muffled beatings of
"Now" 0-n.sned Morison. the came
keeper, "now he's comin', Sir Boy!"
As he clutched his gun, with a
nervous mechanical movement, Sir
Boy's hand fell with iron force on his
wrist. Morison shrank back, noise
lessly : he understood that his master
would brook no interference now!
A second or two it could scarcely
have been more and a dark figure
slouching heavily along in the ob
scurity, emerged from the under
growth beyond, and crossing the
open space, knelt down to examine
the snare which had been skillfully
concealed with fallen branches. He
dropped the prey Into a coarse bag or
pouch which hung over his shoulder
and was just rising to his feet once
more, when he found himself face
to face with' the cold, sneering gaze
of Sir Kay .Fairfax !
Involuntarily the man raised his
rifle : the barrel glittered strangely in
the mystic light, Sir Boy snatched It
from him and flung it into the coppice
beyond : and in the struggle the gun
went off, with the sharp, piercing
sound that had so startled .Lady Fair-
rax in her white and gold boudoir
The poacher sprang at Sir Roy'
throat, with a low, strangled cry
.like that of a wild animal: the mo
mentary struggle was sharp and.
Colonel Mountjoy sprang forward
to aid his rnend, but morison, tne
game-keeper, held him baek.
"You don't know rr-y master, sir,"
he whispered, hoarseiy. "Sir Boy
Fairfax never accepts help from any
man! There I knew 'it he's got
the fellow down!" Morison was
right the poacher, strong fellow
though he was. was powerless in Sir.
Boy's herculean grasp! While Mori
son yet spoke, he lay struggling on
the grass, with the baronet's foot on
"Now then, Owen Owenson!" said
Sir Boy, calmly, "what have you to
say for yourself?''
"Nothing," the man made answer,
sullenly, still however, struggling.
"I've aa good a right to the hares
and birds as yourself, If things was
divided as they ought to be! I'm a
man, Sir Boy, and you ain't no better
"We won't go into the law of agra
rian ism," said Bir Koy, with a sneer
'MorUon, call the boys and let this.
man be taken to his proper place.
If he has any more theories to pro
pound, let him do it in a court of jus
The game-keeper lifted a small
horn instrument to his lips, and
sounded a shrill whistle but the
report of the rifle had proved a more
efficient summons. In five minutes
the secluded covert was a scene of
life and motion ; and the career of
Owen Owenson. as far as life in the
free, fresh world of woods and fields
was concerned, was over !
"Is it true, Sir Boy I Oh, Sir
Boy, tell me if they've deceived me.
or if it is real - solemn truth ! It
seems like I can't believe it, be
.'Is what true ? Woman, who are
you ? and why am I thus, disturbed
In my own study ?"
Sir Koy Fairfax's voice, raised in
anger, and Sir Boy Fairfax's incens
ed brow would have been appallng
to most people, but Mary Owenson
did not flinch, standing there with
her little babe clasped to her breast
She was a pretty, slender young wo
man, rather wan and pale, but pos
sessing a certain grace, like the un
cultured birch tree of the woods.au d
her dress, of some coarse woolen
material, half hidden by a red shawl
drawn over her head, was singular
"I knew it couldn't be so, Sir,
Boy." said Mary, courtesying tre
mulously as she spoke. "What's
a hare or a partriage to you, air. oa
has woods and covers full of 'em,
compared to my man's life for he'll
die, sir, him as was always livin' in
the fresh air. if you shut him up in a
jail. It wasn't that he meant to do
any harm, sir, but them Kadlcal ale
house meetin's, sir. wbv they'd lead
anybody astray ! He'll be safe not
to do it again, sir I'll pawn mv word
'He will be safe, if there be safety
in bolts and bars," said Sir Boy.
"The sentence of the law has been
passed upon him he must abide the
consequences of his own act." 1
"But you'll interfere, Sir Boy!"
cried Mary Owenaon with a white,
startled race, "un, sir Koy, ror the
sake of your own bright lady, and
the bonnie Dabe that's coming to
glad the old Hall, don't let them
take tne bread out ofmy mouth and
this little one's! We haven't done
no ill to the law 1 And the old
grandmother that nursed my lady's
own mother when she was a cVttid!
You wouldn't send old Elspei sin
to jail and all for a rabbit or - or
maybe a bird, as would ne- he
"Mary." said Sir Kov. qui. Uy.
what is the use of making a scene
like this, and giving me unnecessary
annoyance ? Your husband knew
what he was doing, and he is. no
child to be let off from the conse
quences. Of course I shall not inter
fere." Mary Owenson rushed forward
with a low, gaspy cry, and fell liter
ally at Sir Boy's feet, threw her
arms round his knees, while the lit
tle babe, cast recklessly rrom ner
arms, crept over the carpet, catching
at its gay roses and cooing as it went!
" xou can't mean it." waned poor
Mary. "It isn't him you're punish
in' alone It's me and the little one !
You wouldn't see us starve,Sir Boy!
I'll not let go your feet. Sir Boy, till
you promise I'll not rise till I have
it from your own lips I"
Mer voice gradually raised, it had
reached an agonized shriek. Sir
Boy pulled the bell-rope with an an
''Bulworth," he said to the man
V.o "lot tka on.
yants come and carry this screaming
idiot away i"
ButAlarvUwensou was not scream
ing now. Apparently the lorce oi
her entreaties had exhausted her,
and she lay quiet--quiet and motion
less on the floor, as the servants gen-
tiv lifted her and carried her away.
Bulworth himself came back after
the little babe, who sat cooing on
the carpet as if the whole scene had
been a farce gotten up for Its especial
"Poor little mite." said Bulworth,
as he deposited his tiny bundle in
the housekeeper's room, "it do seem
hard ! But. Sir Boy, he's like a
block of iron you can't move him.
when once he's set his foot down.
There, there, Mary Owenson, drink
a drop o' wine as Mrs. Locksley's
holdin' to your lips it'll do you
But Mary pushes the glass away
with a hand which the housekeeper
could feel was cold as stone.
"Not In this house," she said, in a
strangely altered voice, it would
choke me. Give me the child, and
let me go !"
"You'd better rest a while first,"
pleaded Mrs. Iiocksiey, mudly
"it's kind o' a faint you've been in.'
"No." aaid Mary Owenson. shud
dering. "I can walk well enough
only let me get out of the shadow of
this houae VT
And no entreaties on the part of
the kind-hearted servants could dis
suade her from her purpose ! She
passed slowly down through the
shrubberries, carrying her infant in
her arms, with her chin drooping on
her breast, and not a- vestige of color
in her face.
Sir Bov Fairfax watched her from
his library window, with a curious
smile upon his perfectly sculptured
"One or two such lessons at this
will have a better effect on these
troublesome poachers," he thought,
"than all the empty threats in the
world. It was time. They needed
He rose and entered his wife's
apartment. Lady Fairfax was sitting
with a book in her hand. She glanced
up as he closed the door oemmi mm
"I thought Iheard some one sc i ..am
Koy r" she saia, anxiously. - w na
was the matter?"
"It was only Owenson's wife ; nat
urally she is a little annoyed at the
idea of her lord and master being i m
mured in the Varrick jail for six
months," answered Sir Boy, light
"But you are not in earnest, Roy,'
exclaimed Lady Fairfax, with her
brown eyes wide open.
Sir Roy's brow slightly contract
ed. "Why should I not be in
earnest? The man had Incurred
the penalty of the law ; there is no
reason that he should be allowed to
"But it is Owen Owenson !"
"Very well : I den't see what dif
ference that makes."
"Boy," pleaded Lady Fairfax.
"you will interest yourself in the
man's behalf you will never allow
him to be imprisoned for so long a
"Marian," said her husband, "you
are a little enthusiast, but you
mustn't let old Elspeth's smooth
tongue convince you that black is
white and white Is black. Nobody
can iufringe the law of the land
without suffering for it.
"Bat his wife, Boy, and the poor
little child !"
"They'll do well enough," said Sir
Boy, indifferently. "General laws
must bear hard on particular cases,
of course ! Why, Marian, my darl
ing, yon are cryingl"
Lady Fairfax rose, with her fair
cheek flushed, and her soft eyes
glistening and luminous with tears.
"Boy,'' she cried, "lay aside for an
Instant the merciless executioner,,
the rigorous magistrate, and be a
man, feeling for his fellow-men ! For
my sake, Boy, let this poor fellow go
"My little wife is unreasonable
now," said Sir Boy, in a voice whose
velvet smoothness concealed his
iron purpose, as a gleaming surface
of water hides the cruel point of rock
beneath. "You are no Judge of the
exigencies of a case like this. I
would do much for your sake, Mar
ian, but l cannot step aside rrom the
path of duty."
safely seated once more in the satin
cushioned chair by the coral -red
shine of the fire.
"Bless and save my soul !" ejacu
lated Mrs. Wharton, as she opened
the door, and a little Scotch terrier
rushed in, "It's Sir Boy's little Fido.
And what can have sent him back
here, without his master ! Here,
Fido ! Fido what's eome to the ani
For, instead of responding to her
call with his usual zealous delight,
the dog skulked past her, with a low
howl, and ran down stairs !
Well, I never !" cried Mrs. Whar
She was advancing to close the
door, when a white figure glided out
of the dark obscurity of a cluster of
weeping firs' and stood shivering in
the square of moonlight on the stone
Savement, directly in front of the
"Why, it's Marv Owenson !" cried
Mrs. Wharton, recognizing the pale.
drawn face of the new-made widow.
And what ever brings you here at
this time o' night, Mary ! come in
you're es cold as ice, and you tremble
"But it is not duty, Boy ; it cannot
be! Duty is not vindictive it is
not unfeeling !"
"What can a little petted blrdling
like you know about these mooted
points?" laughed Sir Boy, patting
his wife's cheek. "Here is your pony
carriage now and yeu are not ready.
No," as he caught the wistful look
in Lady Fairfax's eye, "the question
is laid On the table once for all ; it is
useless to discuss it farther !"
"You will not spare him ?"
"I will not spare him !"
And when Sir Boy spoke in that
tone, his wife knew that he was past
all melting or moving !
It was a few weeks after this, that
Mrs. Wharton came in to brush out
her lady's abundant brawn hair, and
dress it for the late dinner at the
Have you heard what has hap
pened, my lady," she asked, with the
privileged familiarity of an old serv
No." said Lady Fairfax, languid
ly, as she turned the pages of her
book, "is it anything particular "
"Well, my lady." answered Whar
ton, delighted to be able to impart a
piece of freshly-gleaned news : ''Mar
gery, the scullery maid has just come
up from owenson's cottage, and she
says they're in a dreadful way there!"
"What is the-matter ?" asked Ladv
Fairfax, moving her head so sudden
ly that the half-plaited braid was
jerked out of Wharton's hands.
un, my laay i" cried the maid
"I beg your pardon I hope I didn'
hurt you ?"
".No, no it was nothing. Tell me
what you were going to say ?"
"Yes, my lady well, you see,
they've been bavin' the typhoid fey
er in Varrick, and some way it got
into the jail and Owen Owenson,
the poacher, my lady, you know he
was one of the first as took it, and
he's dead !"
Dead ! is he? Poor Mary !" cried
Lady Fairfax, with genuine commis
Yes. my lady, it was awful sud
den like, and they say she's well-
nigh crazed. But old Elspeth, she
don't say a word she just sits and
looks straight afore her ; our Mary
says its fearsome to Bee her, and she,
as you may say, nigh upon a nuna
red years old !"
ijady Jbairrax started up.
"I must go and see them, Wbai
The maid elevated both her hands
in the air.
Oh, my lady, not to-night and
the frost in the air, and the park as
dark as Egypt. Sir Boy would be
very much vexed, my lady !"
Lady Fairfax passed out of the
dressing-room into the drawing
rooms, where the air was filled with
summer warmth and the perfume
of newly-cut roses and heliotrope,
which filled the vases on mantle and
bracket, while the wax lights shone
softly along the walls. A low, clear
fire burned in the grate, and Lady
Fairfax stood an instant, gazing into
its red embers.
"I wish Boy would come," she
murmured. "Griffiths," to the old
butler, who at that moment made
his appearance to light the corridor,
"is the drawing-room clock right?"
"My lady, it is eight o'clock will
it please your ladyship to have din
ner served? I think my master
must have been unexpectedly de
"I will wait for Sir Boy."
Lady Fairfax's tone was so dec!
sive. that Griffiths left the remon
strance he was prepared to hazard
entirely unspoken, and retired with
"As vou please, my lady !"
Left to herself, Lady Fairfax took
up a book and began to read, but her
thoughts wandered away from the
printed page, and she rouna it lm
possible to govern her attention.
' Half an hour afterwards Wharton
came in with a little tray, contain
ing a few choice morsels, which she
had carefully culled out with special
eye to her mistress' tastes.
"I told you I would await Sir Boy's
coming, Wharton," said Jjaoy r air
fax, somewhat sharply.
"Yea, my lady and to be sute he
can't be long in coming now ; but it
isn't well for you to be so long with
out eating. Try a bit of the broiled
bird's wing, my lady, and a drop of
soup, and then you can have your
dinner with Sir Boy afterwards, just
Lady Fairfax could not help snail
ing as she took the wineglass from
Mrs. Wharton's hand, and sipped
little of the crimson fluid.
"You all treat me like a child.
Wharton." she said, "that must be
coaxed and humored into obedl
"No, my lady, certainly not," said
Wharton, deferentially, "but any
one will tell you that a long fast isn't
no ways good for the stomach, and if
Hir Koy should oe detained away an
"He will not be," said his wife pos
tlvely. "No. mv ladv to be sure not, but
then there's no telling nothing about
hours when it's business that's in the
question, and Sir Boy'U be. all the
better pleased when he hears you've
eaten a morsel, my lady."
And Lady Fairfax, accustomed to
be domineered over in a mild way
by Wharton, ate and drank, with do
cile obedience to orders.
The clock struck nine as Whartod
was replacing the dishes of painted
china on the tray, preparatory to re
moving them and, breaking sudden
ly and sharply on the silvery chime
of the little bell, another sound made
Ladv Fairfax start to her feet, with
a white face, and clasped hands the
report of a srun !
"Wharton." she cried, "what is
that ? what can have happened ?"
"Dear me. my lady.'' answered
Wharton.philosophically. "It's noth-
ine on earth but them wearying
poachers again. I don't know what
Morison is about.not to keep a sharper
eye on 'em."
Lady Fairfax went to the window
and strained ner eyes over tne moon
lit slopes of the lawn.
'It's no use lookin', my lady," said
Wharton, "they're down in the wood,
and you can't see a thing. Sir Boy
will be dreadfully put out when he
knows the old business is goin' on
again. I don't see the use of paying
a lot of gamekeepers, for my pnrt, if
they don't do no good !."
And Wharton carried her tray out
again, after she had seen her mistress
likealeaf. And bless me,"criedMrs.
Wharton recoiling with a shudder,
"your hands and your dress are
smeared with blood ! Them poach
ing fellows hain't hurt you. have
they? or did you slip down on the ice!
Speak, child, can't you, and tell me
what happened you ?"
Mary Owenson stared vaguely at
Mrs. Wharton aa If she were looking
into space. v
"Nothing haa happened," ahe an
swered, speaking in a strange, un
natural voice. "It was God's justice
n ii i assf iTiiiiI tmlr the tool in His
For mercy's sake what are you
talking about?" shrilly demanded
Mrs. Wharton. "Do come in, and
don't stand like a luny though, to
be sure," added Mrs. Wnarton, half
to herseir, 1 uaaa't ought to do cross
to her and she half frantic, as one
may say, with her trouble."
MaryJwenson maue no opposition
to the srentle force with which Mrs.
Wharton drew her in but as she en
tered the lizhted hall, she looked
down at her crimsoued fingers and
bedabbed dress with a shudder.
"Blood !" she muttered vacantly,
"hlood ! Tt's as it should be blood
fr.r hlnrwi ! TST " as Mrs. Wharton
was leading her towards the door oi
the servant's hall, "I won't go in for
all the people to stare at me, and ask
. . 1 l 1 n mAn sa
wan nilAonAnQ QUI WIIIH1IC1 ailiillK
fhomaolvoa naif I WS3 mad ! I thlUK
a,.w.-aw. - i . 1 . uir
T rft fffiinc raal." sne auaeu 111 z uan
whisper, which chilled the very
ftf thA InHv's maid: but I won't
ha a fa pari a r Not vet. at least !"
"Than fnma inlo IT! V rOODQ tnat B
n trnnrt crpatnre ." coaxed Mrs. Whar-
"Who are you ?" demanded mary,
looking at her with a vacant gaze
"rh T remember now and A re
m am hor wriw T f ame. I wanted 'em
tr lzr,t-ar trW It Came HUOUl. uic
. .. , . rpl.A
bloody cross, you knpw they'll find
it on his forehead '."
"Whis forehead ?" exclaimed
Mrs. Wharton, fairly amazed and be
wildered. Who'll find it? Mary
Amonann von are crazy, sure
The poor young thing nodded her
"I know it," she said ; "but it was
that drove me mad ! I had all my
senses, until he came riding down the
hill, as gay and gallant as if a man's
Ufa vsan't on his SOUl ! Well. Well,
lta evenhanded Tustice. after all
t.havr ran't o omnia tl !"
'f haHeve " thought Mre. Whar
iin "thA nonehers have frightened
her'ont of the little' wits she had left
after her man died! I must just
mnU-p her as comfortable as 1 can
and to-morrow her folks'll come and
fetch her homer'
She drew forward a chair for Mary
Owenson. and had turned to go for
some warming and stimulating
o-hr. to the servant's hall, when
the Bound of hurried, foototeps and
many voices in the great vestibule
beyond, attracted her attention.
Lady Fairfax had heard the unac
customed tumult anu coniusion, uiao
breaking in upon the quiet thread of
her thoughts. She sat an instant lis
tening, with her heart beating some
what faster than its ordinary wont,
and then rose to her fset, and was
hurrying to the door, when it flew
suddenly open, and Mrs. Wharton
rushed in, with a face as white as her
Lady Fairfax Btopped short, at the
sight of the death-pale face.
"Wharton," she cried, "what has
happened? Why do yon look so
"Nothing, my lady nothing,"
gasped the maid, panting for breath,
and striving to force the semblance
of an unconcerned smile to her lips.
"Only if you would please to go
" What for?" Lady Fairfax looked
at Wharton with vague distrust.
"Sir Boy is not at home, Wharton,
and I must see what the matter is !''
She was passing her maid, when
Wharton stretched out both her
hands with a cry of terror!
"Oh; my lady my lady ! don't go
out there! For Heaven's sake, my
lady, stay where you are I" she wail
ed. "Wharton ," said Lady Fairfax, iu
a tone of calm dignity and command,
which the maid had never before
heard from her lips, "do not dare to
stop me. I will go; I will see for my
self what all this mystery means '."
A little crowd was gathered on the
hall through the wide-open portals
of the great door way the keen Win
ter wind rushed in, making the
lights flisker and flare strangely.
Old Morison, the head game-keeper,
was the first person she recognized.
"Go back, Lady Marian !" he
cried. "It's no place for you to
come! Fool!"to Wharton, who fol
lowed her mistress, wildly wringing
her hands; "why did you let her
come here! You should have kept
her by main force! My bonnie lady,"
he added, in a voice that shook and
trembled, "go you back again!"
He took both her hands to lead
her to the thresbold she had just
quitted, but Lady Fairfax broke
from him, a white, ghastly terror on
her face, and ran toward the group,
which silently parted on either side,
to admit her sight, fluttering figure!
Parted, to disclose a sight which
well nigh froze the blood in her veins.
For there on a hastily-constructed
litter of boughs, woven together with
willow twigs, in the centre of the
hall floor, lay Sir Boy Fairfax, quite
dead, with great clots of blood .con
gealed round a wound on his breast,
from which the clothing had been
torn recklessly away, and a crimson
cross drawn on his brow, as if by a
finger, dipped in the sanguineous
Marian sprang forward, and throw
ing herself on her knees beside the
coipse. drew its cold head upon her
bosom, crvinsr out, wildly :
"My husband ! my husband ! Oh,
who has done this cruel thing "
"There!" said old sierison, in a
voice choked by emotion, "take her
away 1 The Lord be praised she has
As they carried the senseless form
of the happily unconscious lady from
the hall, Mary Owenson's white face
glanced over Bui worth's shoulder at
the gory corpse.
"Ah, poor lady," she said, slowly.
"Then she saw the bloody cross? I
marked it fine and plain !"
"You marked it!" echoed Bul
worth, turning suddenly upon her
with a faee of horror. "Woman,
what had you to do with it?"
"I shot him," said Mary Owenson,
Suietly nodding her head. "With
wen's very gun I shot him. A life
for a life is what the Scrip ter savs
who are you to set yourself up against
the Scripture ! I'm sorry for the
poor lady, though I didn't think of
her when I did it ; but we're both
widows now, the Loid help us !"
"She's Bpeakin' truth," said old
Morison. who had rushed forward
and caught Mary's wrist in his firm
grasp. "Bhe's the one as aone it
Look at the blood on her hands
her clothes !"
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