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T7HH! OHIOAQO.EAaLE, JtheConvicfs Daughter. 67 OHAPTEll XVII.-(ConUnaed.) Herbert Llnley and Sydney Weaterfield looked at the woman whom they had out raged. The woman whom they had out' raged paused and looked back at them. The hotel lervnnt was surprised at their ot speaking to each other. He wai a Mapld mnn; he thought tho gentlefolks Wtre atrangely unlike gentlefolka In cen tral; they seemed not to know what to ay. Herbert happened to be standing Btarest to him; he thought It would be eatiy cItII to the gentleman to offer word o explanation. "The lady had theae rooms, sir. She ass come back from the station to look Mr book that has been left behind." Herbert signed to blin to go. As the an turned to'obey, be drew bock. 8yd My had moved to the door before him, to Wave the room. Herbert refused to per Bit It. "Stay here," he said gently; "this ' Sydney hesItsteA. Herbert addressed ker again, . He pointed to his divorced Wife. "You tee how that lady Is looking t you," he said; "I forbid you to submit to lasult from anybody." Sydney returned Into the room. Catherine's rolce was heard for the first tJae. She addressed herself to Sydney with a quiet dignity far remoTed from anger, further remored still from con tempt. "I do you justice," she said. "You can still feel a sense of shame." Herbert snatched up the book. It was only a momentary outbreak of anger. The next moment be matched Catherine a self control; he spoke to her with scrupulous respect. "Here Is your book, madame." She still kept her eyes fixed on Sydney still spoke to Sydney. Tell him," she said, "that I refuse to see the book." Sydney attempted to obey. At the first words she uttered, Herbert checked her ace more. "I have -begged you already not to sub mit to Insult." He turned to Catherine. "The book Is yours, madame. Why do you refuse to take It?" She looked ot him for tho first time. A proud sense of wrong flashed at him its keenly felt indignation In her first gtanee. Did his worn face, his wasted figure, lead with her? Those eyea that had so often looked love at him, softened with sorrow. She signed to him to lay the book own. "No," she said; "not from your hands, and not from hers. I leave the book; I leave you." She moved to the door and looked back at Sydney. "Poor creature!" she murmured to herself. The faint sound of her dress on the carpet was heard In the perfect stillness, and lost again. They saw her no mors. Herbert approacned Sydney, it was a assent when he was bound to assure her ' his srnioathy, and even of his respect. felt for ner. in nis inmost neart ne sit for her. As he drew nearer, he saw tars in her eyes; but they seemed to have risen without her knowledge. Hardly con clous of his presence, sho stood before kin lost in thought. He endeavored to rouse her. "Did 1 protect you from Insult?" he asked. She said absently: "Yes!" "Will you do aa I do, dear? Will you try to forget?" She aald: "I am trylng"-atlll, as It ap peared, thinking of something else. "Would you like to Us down, Sydney, and rest?" "Yes." She took bis arm. He led her to the door of her room. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" he asked. "Nothing, thank you." She closed the door and abruptly open ed It again. "One thing more," she said. "Kiss me." He kissed her tenderly. Returning to the sitting room, he looked back across the pass. Her door was shut. His head was heavy, his mind felt con fused. He threw himself on the sofa, ut terly exhausted by the ordeal through Which be bad passed. In grief, In fear, la pain, the time still comes when Nature laims her rights. The wretched, worn- out man fell Into a restless sleep, ne waa awakened by the servant, laying the cloth for dinner. "It's just ready, sir." the man announced; "shall I knock at the lady's door?" Herbert cot ud and went to her room. He entered softly, fearing to disturb her If she slept. No sign of her was to be smb. She had evidently not rested on ker bed. A- morsel ot paper lay on the smooth coverlet. There was only line written on Its "You may yet be nappy and It may perhaps be my doing." Gonel CHAPTER XVIII. The garden of the hotel at Sydenham had originally belonged to a private bouse. Of great extent, It bad been laid out In excellent taste. Flower beds and lawns, a handsome fountain, seats shaded by groups of fine trees at their full growth, completed the pastoral charm of the place. Catherine was alone In the garden. She quietly seated herself under the trees and watched In solitude the decline of the sun In a cloudless sky. The memory of the happy years of her marriage had never been so sadly and persistently present to ker mind as at this time. Suddenly she observed some one approaching her a woman. In the dim light and at tho distance be tween tbeni recognition of the woman was Impossible. Btralued to the utmost point of tenlon, Catherine's nerves quivered at the slyht of that shadowy, silent figure. In tones thnt trembled she said! "Who are yon? Wbat do you want?" The voice that answered was, like her own voice, faint with fear. It said: "I want a word with you." Moving slowly forward stopping mov ing onward again hesitating again the woman at last approached. There was light enough left to reveal her face, now that she was near. It was the face of Sydney Westerfield. "1 am nmnred at your a-adaolty," said airs. Llnley, There wits no resentment there was only patieut submission In Sydney's re ply. "Twice I have approached the house In which you are living; and twice my cour age has failed me. I have gone away agaln-I have walked, I don't know where, I don't know bow far. Shame and fear seem to be Insensible to fatigue. This Is my third attempt. If I waa a little nearer to you I think you would set what the effort has cost me. I have not much to say. May I ask you to bear me?" "Don what you wish to say to me re late only to yourself?" "It relates to another person as well as to myself." "If that other person means Mr. Her bert Llnley " Sydney interropsjd her In words which ho was satlrsli aeyrepartd to hoar. "I shall never see Mr. Herbert Llnley again." "Has he deserted you?" "No. It Is I who have left him." "Youl" The emphasis laid on that one word forced Sydney to assert herself for the first time. "If I had not left him of my own free will," she said, "wbat else would excuse me for venturing to come here? He has been all that Is kind and considerate," she added; "he has done everything that a man In his unhappy position could do to set my mind at ease. And yet I have left him. Oht I claim no merit for my repent nuce; bitterly as I feel It I might not have had the courage to leave him if he had loved me as ho once loved you." "Miss West erfleld! You force me to tell you that you are the last person living whpought to allude tomymarrled life' 'You may perhaps pirdorTthe allusion, madame, when you have hfml what I hawAUlUosayjIowe It to Mr.'HerberT L.ini iiy. if o confess that hla y. I owe to yon, t life with me haa not been a life of happi ness. He haa tried, compassionately tried, to keep his secret sorrow from discovery, and he haa failed. I had long suspected the truth; but I only saw It In his face, when he found the book you left behind you at the hotel. Your Image has, from first to last, been the one living Image in hla guilty heart. I am the victim of a man's passing fancy. You have been, you are still, the one object of a husband'a love. Ask your own heart If the woman Uvea who could say what I have just said, unleaa It was true!" Catherine's bead sank on her bosom; her helpless hands lay trembling on her lap. For the first time since the beginning of the Interview Sydney allowed the Im pulse of the moment to lead her astray. In her eagerness to complete the act of atonement, sue failed to appreciate the se verity or the struggle that waa passing in Catherine's mind. She alluded again to Herbert Llnicy, and she spoke too soon. "Will you let him ask your pardon?" she said. "He expects no more." Catherine's spirit was roused in an In stant. "He expects too much!" she an swered, sternly. Sydney saw her mistake and tried too late to set It right. "It Is my misfortune If I have taken a liberty," she pleaded; "pray don't treat me as if It was my fault. I dare not ask you to alter your opinion " "Do you dare look the truth In the face?" Catherine interposed. "Do you remember what sacred ties that man has broken? What memories he hss profan ed? What years of faithful love he has cast from him? Must I tell you how he poisoned his wife's mind with doubts of his truth and despair of hla honor, when be basely deserted her? You talk of your repentance. Is there no sympathy for me In your repentance?" Sydney silently aubmltted to reproach. silently endured the shame that finds no excuse for Itself. Catherine looked nt her and relented. The noble nature which could stoop to anger, but never sink to tho lower depths of malice and persecution, restrained it self, and made amends. "1 say It in no nnkindness to you," she resumed, "but, when you ask me to forgive, consider what you ask me to forgef. It will only distress us both If we remain longer to gether," she continued, rising as she spoke. "Perhaps you will believe that I mean well when I ask If there Is anything I can do for you?" "Nothing." All the desolation of the lost woman told Its terrible tale in that one word. Invited to rest herself in tho hotel, she asked leave to remain where sho was; tho mere effort of rising was too much for her now. Cath erine said the parting words kindly. "I believe in your good intentions; I believe In your repentance." "Believe In my punishment!" After that reply no more was said. Behind tho trees that closed the view at the further end of the lawn the moon was rising. As the two women lost sight of each other, tho new light, pure and beau tiful, began to dawn over the garden. erne written reports, relating to the ra stltutlon. She read them with an Interest and attention which amply Justified his confidence In her capacity. "These reports," he explained to her, "are kept for reference; but, as a means of saving time, the substance of them Is entered In the dally journal of our pro ceedings. Come,ASyBeyI venture on a first experiment In your new character. I see pen, Ink and paper on the table; try If you can shorten one of the reports with out leaving out anything which It Is im portant to know." Proud and pleased, Sydney obeyed him. She had made her little abstract, and was rending It to him at his request, while he compared it with the report, when they were interrupted by a visitor. Randal Llnley came In, and noticed the papers on the table with surprise. "Is it possible that I. am Interrupting business?" be ask ed. Bennydeck answered with an assumed air of Importance which waa In Itself a compliment to Sydney: "You find, me en gaged on the business of the Home with my new secretary." Randal at once understood what had happened. Ho took bis friend's arm and led blm to the other end of the room. "You good fellow!" he said. "Add to your kindness by excusing me If I ask for a word with you In private." Sydney rose to retire. After having en couraged her, by a word of praise, tbo captain proposed that she should get ready to go out, and should accompany him on a visit to the Home. He opened the door for her as respectfully as if the poor girl had been one of the highest ladles In the landriMiMMfsjRjsMSEtu-. "I have seen my friend Sarrasln," Ran dal began, 'and I hare persuaded him to trust me with Catherine's present ad dress. I can send Herbert there at once." The World Believes in BALL BEARINGS! No. Is the ONLY Sewing Machine with Ball Bearing!. WHEELER & WILSON MFG. CO., 8a and 80 Wabash Ave., Chicago. STEEL BEARINGS. t jMtAup m m CHAPTER XIX. When a servant at tier lodgings an nounced a visitor, and mentioned his name, Sydney'a memory recalled it as be longing to a brother of her dead father, and Randal Linley'a club friend, Captain Benny deck. "My dear, bow liko your father you are," be said. "You have bis eyes and his smile; I can't tell you bow pleasantly you remind me of blm." He took her band and kissed her as he might have kissed a daughter of hla own. "Do you remember me at home, Sydney, when you were a child? No; you must have been too young for that." She was deeply touched. In faint, trcm oling tones, she said, "I remember your name; my poor father often spoko of you." A man who feels true sympathy Is nev er in danger of mistaking bis way to a woman's heart when that woman bas suf fered. After speaking of the bygone days at home, be continued: "1 have been seeking you for months. and from Randal Llnley I have learned all your sad story. From to-day, my dear, we begin a new life and a happier life. Have you any plaus of your own for the future?" "Perhaps, if I could find help," Sydney said, resignedly. "I might emigrate. Pride wouldn't stand in my way; no hon est employment would be beueath my no tice. Besides, If I went to America, I might meet with my brother." "My dear child, after the time that has passed, there Is no imaginable chance of your meeting with your brother; and you wouldn't know each other again if you did meet. Give up that vain hope and stay here with me. Be useful and be happy In your own country." "Useful?" Sydney repented, sadly. "Your own kind heart, Ciintaiu Benny deck, Is deceiving you. To be useful means, I suppose, to help others. Who will accept ueip rrom me ; "I will, for one," the captain answered. "You?" "Yes. You cau be of the greatest use to me you shall hear bow." He told her of the founding of bis Home, and of the good It bad done. "You are the very person," be resumed, "to be the good sister-friend that I want for my poor girls; you can say for them wbat they cannot say to me for themselves." in aiicnt ivtnoatby and respect Sydney kissed the band that he offered to her. It was the one way in which she could trust h.rwlf to answer mm. Still encoursglng her to see new nopes and new Interests in the future, the good captain spoko of tho share which she might take in the management of the Riww. i aha would like to be hla socre- jury. With this view be showsd kor CHAPTER XX. The front windows of Brlghtwater Cot tage look out on a quiet green lane In Mid dlesex, which joins the high road within a few mllea of the market town of Ux bridge. Within two days of the time when they had left the hotel at Sydenham, Catherine and her little family circle bad taken pos session of the cottage. Lingering here and there to gather flow ers from the beds as she passed them, Kitty was stopped by a shrubbery, with a rustic seat placed near It, which marked the limits of the garden on that aide. Choosing flowers and then rejecting them, trying other colors and wondering whether she had accomplished a change for the better, Kitty was startled by the aound of a voice calling to her from the di rection of the brook. She looked round and saw a gentleman crossing the bridge. He asked the way to Brlghtwater Cottage. There was something in his voice that attracted her how or why, at her age, she never thought of Inquiring. Eager and excited, sho ran across the lawn which lay between her and the brook before she answered the question. The gentleman approached her and sud denly stood still. Kitty said, "This Is the cottage, sir; do you want to see mamma?" His sorrowful eyes rested kindly on her. The child ventured to say: "Do yon know me, sir?" He answered In the saddest voice that Kitty had ever beard, "My little girl, what makes you think I know you?" She was at a loss how to reply, fearing to distress blm. She could only stiy, "You are so like my poor papa." He shook nd shuddered, as if she bad said something to frighten him. He took her hand. On that hot day bla fingers felt as cold as If It bad lieen winter time. He led her back to the seat that she bad left. "I'm tired, my dear," be said. "Shall we sit down?" It waa surely true that he was tired. He seemed hardly able to lift one foot after the other. Kitty pitied him. "I think you must be 111," she said, aa they took their places, side by side, on the bench. "No, not ill. Only weary, and perhaps a Uttle afraid of frightening you." He kept ber band In his, and patted It from time to time. "Come near to be," be aald. "Don't be afraid of me, my dear." She moved near er and nearer, and showed blm that she was not afraid. The poor man seemed hardly to understand ber. His eyea grew dim; he sighed like a person In distress; be said: "Your father would have kissed you, little one, if be bad been alive. You say I am like your father. May I kiss you?" She put her bands on his shoulder, and lifted her face to him. In the Instant 'when be kissed her the child knew blm. Her heart beat suddenly with an overpow ering delight; she started back from bis embrace. "That's how papa used to kiss me!" she cried. "Ob, you are papal" She flung ber arms round bis neck and held him as If she would never let him go again. "Dear papa! Poor, lost papal" His tears fell on her face; be sobbed over ber. "My sweet darling! my own little Kitty!" The hysterical passlou that had over come ner lamer nueu'ner wan piteous surprise. How strange, bow dreadful, that he should cry that be should.be so sorry when she was so glad. Sbe took her little handkerchief out of tho pocket of her pinafore and dried his eyes. They bad forgotten her mother, and Kitty only discovered it now. Sbe caught at one of ber fatber'a bands banging help less at bis side. With sparkling eyea, with flushed cheeks, sbe pulled at bis hand, as If her little strength could force him to his feet. "Come," sbe cried, "and make mamma as happy as I am." He hesitated. She sprang on bis knee; sbe pressed ber check against his cheek with the caressing tenderness familiar to him In the first happy days when sbe waa an Infant. 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