MASTER OF THE MINE By Robert Buchanan. . e. -.. . . . r TT V I K Till I n I T - QQO CHAPTEIt XIII. It soemed us if the days of my boy hood bad come back to me. Never since then had I experienced such feelings as now filled my henrt, for with Madeline's fading they had faded, and during the years of our separation I had passed my time with tolerable tranquillity; but now that she had been so miraculously restored to me, the old fire was'' rekin dled iu my soul, and I became another man. Her very presence in the bouse that night drove away all thoughts of sleep. All that day, overcome by the fatigue through which she had passed, Madeline remained In her chamber; while I, utter ly unable to work, hung like a restless spirit about the house. The next morn lug she awoke refreshed; and when we three sat at breakfast, she astonished us all by appearing amongst us, fully dress d, and looking bright and well. As all her own clothes had been lost In the wreck, she wore a dress of my aunt; over it she had thrown the clonk which she had worn on the wreck. She came forward languidly, leaning on the shoulder of her black attendant, and sank down into the choir which my uncle had placed for her, while the native began crying and kiting her hands. They spoke together in the foreign tongue; then Mad eline raised her eyes and looked quietly around. Iter glance swept the room unJ finally rested with a look of recognition on my face. I felt the hot blood mount to my temples. "Am I mistaken?" she asked, softly; "did you take me from the wreck?" I bowed my head. In a moment all her languor disappeared, the old fire darted from her eyes, the lod flush suf fused her cheeks she was the Madeline of my childhood once more. She looked at her hnndn, with one quick movement pulled off the most valuable of her rings, and held It toward me. ' "Will you not take it?" she said, with a bright smile. "You saved my life." Her whole manner was that of a lady speaking to an Inferior. Under my ex citement I hardly noticed It. Scarcely knowing what I did, I sprang forward and took the ring; then, eagerly kissing her hand, I placed It again upon her fin ger. "Madeline," I said, "don't you know me? Madeline Miss Graham!" Sua looked at mo more critically and shook her head. "Have you forgotten Munster's?" I said, "and Hugh Trelawney?" If I expected a wild outburst of pleas ure at the mention of my own name, I was quickly disappointed. She only stalled; and, with her eyes fixed upon vacancy as if she was reviewing the past, aid: "Munster's? Hugh Trelawney? Oh, yes; of course I remember now I Hugh Trelawney was the nicest of thore Mun ster boys, and we were friends; but," she added, fixing her eyes anxiously up on me, "surely you are not that boy?" "Yes." I replied, "I am Hugh Tre lawney I" Her eyes opened wider, she glanced from me to my uncle and aunt, then round the kitchen, then she was silent. I felt that some explanation was due to her, and I gave It. I told her of my father's death of the kindness of my un cle and aunt, and of my subsequent life at St. Gurlott's. "St. Gurlott's?" she said. "Is this St Gurlott's, in Cornwall? I have an aunt living In a place of that name. Perhaps you may know her; her name ;s Mrs. Redruth." "Wha, that be our master's motherl" broke in my aunt. But I added: "Are you sure it's the some, Miss Gra ham? This Mrs. Itudruth has a son who owns the mine." "Yes, I know my cousin George!" she answered; while my henrt misgave me at the familiar manner in which she men tioned the name. "Oh, it must be the same," Bhe continued, enthunlaHticuIly; "and to think I should be shipwrecked hero, of all places In the world! Mr. Tre lawney, are they fur away? Would It bo possible to let them know that I am here? Perhaps If you tell her the story and show her this," she continued, draw ing a quaint signet ring from lier finger, "my aunt will come to me. This was my dear father's ring, and she knew It well, for he always wore it and he had It on even when he died!" I started off ou my mission. The events of the last few hours had made me a changed being. I began to wonder If It was all real. It was clear to me now that she thought little of the past. While I had been living upon the memory of those dear days, she had let other events obliterate It entirely from her mind. Well, It was clear I must do the same. I must deliver her up to the cus tody of her relations as coldly as if she were a stranger who had casually been Cast in my path for a day. Having made my decision, I became calmer, and walked with a steady step up to Redruth House. I Inquired for tho young master; learned that he had left for London two days before. I ask ed for tho mistress, and she suw me. Sho listened to my story quietly enough; when I showed her the ring, her white face flushed, her hand trembled, and her yes filled with toars. "It is my brother's, my poor broth er's," she said, more to herself than to me; thon she added: "My niece Is at your cottage, you say?" "Yen, uiadame." "Tell her I will come to her at once." I left the house and, instead of return ing to the cottage, walked straight down to the mine. Where was the use of my returning to Madeline; to stand by and ee that grim and stonyhearted woman 4 . . -.). I "I I "I I '4' "I" ' "I I I I V (1 T V V bring to her queenly eyes the light of bappiness, to her lips the cry of jay, which the eight of my face had failed to do? All day I worked with a fierce persist ence which alarmed me. I looked at my self In my mining suit, then recalled Madeline as I had seen her that morn ing with her soft hands sparkling wkh gems, and the black rervant crouching at her feet and realized more than ever the distance that divided us from one an other. , I returned home in the evening and found the cottage much the same as It had always been. Madeline was gone. "She Tie up at Redruth House, Hugh," said my aunt. "The awld missus came and took her away, and right glad she was to go, poor lass!" She showed me a five-pound note which Madeline had given her, borrowing It from her aunt to do so. She put the note Into an old work box where most of her treasures were kept, and set about getting the tea, imagining that the ro mance of last night's wreck had ended. CHAPTER XIV. For some days after that I saw noth ing whatever of. Madeline. One day, the seventh from that on which the life boat had brought her to shorn. I iyiaHa a minute inspection of the mine, which every day grew more dangerous, and cuuie up lom my worn covered Willi Elm from head to foot. I had nnsRprl th ln.t ladder, and stood at the mouth of the mine, dazzled by the quick transforma tion from Ditch darkness light, when my ears were struck by the souna ot a voice which passed like sud den music through my frame. I rubbed my eyes and looked about me, and there, not far from where I stood. . mv nM sweetheart. She was dressed now in an elegant costume of crav. which fin-1 her to perfection; a little hat with long plumes was on her head, and her face, looking lovelier than ever, glowed and Bparkled In the Ilirht: with hpr rinh brown skin and sparkling black eyes, ner erect carriage, graceful tread, she looked like some Eastern nrlnrocot Kim was walking' toward the spot where I stood ; ueorge Kedruth was beside her; wnne nenind followed the black girl, Anita, her dark eyes fixed upon her mis tress. This sudden encounter iinnorvo.1 me. Quickly recovering myself, however, I Was about to mnvA nwnr nnit an ovniA embarrassment, when the master's voice arrested me. "Trelawney," he said; "one moment Miss Graham wishes to go down the mine. I tell her it la lmnnnslhla Wht do you say? Is It fit for a lady?" "Don't worry about It, George," she said, "I've abandoned the Idea." Then, stepping up to me, she held forth her little gloved hand. I bowed over it, but did not take it. irivinar as an exenfn that I was not fit to approach her. l daresay you were In quite as forlorn a condition the other snatched me from the wreck," she said; "yet you did not' hesitate then, when your own lire was in peril. Mr. Trelaw ney, take my hand." I did as she requested, I clasped the little hand In both of mine and raised It respectfully to my Hps. In doing sb, I caught a glimpse of George Redruth's face; it was black as the pit mouth. "Now, my dear Madeline," he said, Impatiently, "shall we go back?" nut Madeline was not ready, or per haps she was too Imperious to be go or dered bv her COIlin. Sho hnH ohinilnii. ed all Intention of descending the mine; uui sue was nevertheless anxious to in spect the outside of It. "But you can eo." she said. "Ifr Tr- lawney will escort me." iNonsensel" returned her cousin. "Tre lawney has got his work to attend to. I will stay." And he did stay for fully two hours; at the end of which time she 'allowed him to take her nway. Three other days passed without a sign from her; then I encountered her again. It was in the evening, when I was walk ing home. This time she wag alone; except for the servant, who walked at a respectful distance behind her. She came up to me unreservedly, and again held forth her hand. "I came to walk back with tou." she said. "Do you mind?" "I mind?" I repeated In amazement. "You forget, Miss Graham, it Is an honor for me to walk beside you." She gave a little Impatient toss of her head, and we walked on together. For some time not a word was spoken, but I felt that she was watching me keenly. Presently she ild: "Do you know what I have been doing, Mr. Trelawney? I have been trying to find iu you one trace of the boy I knew, years ago, at Munster's and I have failed." "I don't nnderstand." "No? Well, I will explain. The boy I knew was kind to me; frank, open hearted, generous. You are somewhat unfriendly, reserved, harsh, and, If I may say so, churlish. Why are you so changed ?" "I am not changed, Miss Graham; or, If I am, It Is but with the tide of for tune, which has ebbed and not flowed with mo since we mot before. When we were at Munster's I believed we were equals, but now you are Miss Madeline Graham; I am overseer of your cousin's mine." "Thon you wish us to remain as stran gers ?" "I think It would be better." "Ah I you are crueller than I thought; If you will not accept my friendship for the sake of the old days when we were boy and girl together, you will, at least, hare some pity upon me. I am lonely and among strangers here. Ton seen like an old friend. If you will suffer me to talk to you sometimes It will make my stay here more pleasant" Her pleading won the day, and we be came friends. I never went to Redruth House, and she never came to the cot tage. I never sought her, but quite in nocently and frankly she sought me. We often, went on the moor when, after my Jong day's work; I was making my way home, and I could not regard these meet ings as purely accidental on her part She was always accompanied by the black girl, until one evening, when the appeared alone. "You are looking for Anita!" said Madeline, noting my glance. "She has gone to London wirh my aunt's maid, and will not return till close on midnight My cousin counselled my staying ot home to-night, or allowing him to accompany me. I knew I should not want for com pany, so refused to submit I may not enjoy these walks much longer." "What! are you going away?" I ask ed, in some alarm. She shrugged her shoulders. "Per haps! I do not know; certainly I nhall have to go sooner or later, but I trust It may not be sooner. When I was ship wrecked here I was on my way to Lon don, to take up my abode with some oth er relations. They are troubling me with questions, so I have sent Anita to satisfy them as to my safety. Yet I suppose I rhall some day have to go." She tried to speak carelessly, yet I fancied I detected a ring of regret in her voice, and I quailed before the feel ing of desolation which her words brought to my heart. In that one soutence she had unwit tingly shown to me myself revealed to me the terrible secret which I had been vainly trying to crush from my heart Even as she had Influenced my boyhood, she had Influenced my manhood. I loved her with the same unthinking love which had filled my soul as a boy loved her even while I felt that such a love might bs the means of blighting my life. I knew that no good could come of It, for wag she not as far removed from me as the moon was removed from the sea? and yet I felt at that moment that to love her so, be it only for one hour, was worth whole centuries of pain. (To be continued.) WAGNER AS A HUMORIST. Bow He Complied with the Sntrareetloa of a London Newspaper Richard Wagner was not a man to whom one would naturally ascribe the faculty of ready Joking. It is not from the creator of the serious, somber, "Flying Dutchman" or the composer of the half mystical, half religious opera "Parsifal," that one would expect cheerful pranks at the expense of oth er people. Nevertheless, an Instance is on record of how the great tone painter of Bayreuth played a very funny trick on a newspaper and prob ably a good many of the readers ac customed to relying on what It said. It was In the '60's. Wagner, then still climbing the ladder of fame, was conducting the Philharmonic concerts In the British metroplls for a season. Being, as he 'remained to the end, a very ardent admirer of Beethoven, and, In fact, knowing that master's nine symphonies by heart, he select ed several of them for performance in the said series of concerts. The first time, then, that Wagner conducted a Beethoven symphony In London, the public received the rendition kindly enough, but the next morning a cer tain newspaper with a very large cir culation came out with a rather severe criticism. The author of "Lohengrin" was In cold print, but In unreserved terms, scolded for directing a sym phony by the Immortal Beethoven without a score in front of him. Such a proceeding, to which London was unaccustomed, was sheer pre sumption, so ran the criticism. And after further uncomplimentary re marks, the great and Influential jour nal advised young Herr Wagner to use a score when he conducted a Beethov en symphony again. Well, soon Herr Wagner did, this time with a book of music open before him on his desk. He was seen to turn over the leaves with a certain amount of regularity, too. 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