MASTER OF THE MINE
By Robert Buchanan.
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r TT V I K Till I n I T
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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
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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
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Such a proceeding, to which London
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He was seen to turn over the leaves
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In the aforesaid newspaper, which
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