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i x = ¢ THE SECRET GOF A LONELY HOUSE. % 5 CHAPTER VIL. Centinued. ‘There was a namel charm in the stolen meetings, brief though they were, yet requiring infinite secrecy and strategical management. ‘us obvious to them all that were or Mordant to get wind of their it would but result in the girls kept close p to the house iited period © her ignorance of aught pertat ing to the tender passion, instinctiv to understand the position of thi and was perfectly content at Geof-1 frey’s preference for Pansy. What more natural than that he should ad- mire her beatiful cousin? Her childish heart, so long starved by coldness and neglect, expanded un- der the influence of their youth, happi- along under the nd at every turn missed the fitful s company. ught sight of Geof- it, and in another her side. of her solita quaintness of At length she ¢ y's light tweed s mt he was ‘ou should not!” she said, reproach- though she suffered him to hold always afraid Cous- sus will get to know you are bere. And you y this morn- ing. I did not expect “L could not keep aw your influ- ence is magnetic,” he said, smiling down at her, “And your cousin—where is she for the first time, that »pportune. “Fisie is ill, they tell me, very ill,” she id, with a little frown of per- plexity upon her white brow. “L can- met understand it. She was quite well yesterday, as you know indeed, 1 never saw h orighter. hey will not let me see he “£ am sorry—poor child!” Goeffrey Said, sympathetically. “I fear she is delicate; she looks very fragile.” “1 do not think she is reall 3 but s wear- y;” ‘Pan- the depression of her life her img out her youth and elastic id. nd you? You must wish for a more congenial life, Miss Vereker.” watching her changeful face as he spoke. “Surely, you are nov going to spend all your life at Craig- ? years of it, I am afraid,” said Pan reufully. “Ce tainly four years—until I become of age i shall be compelled to remain, willy-nilly.” The ¢ had instinctively refrained from mentioning the circumstance that she was an heiress, and Geoffrey felt that he loved her the more that she had only her sweet face for her for- tune. “Miss Vereker,” he said, suddenly, “for some days past I have been await- ing an opportunity to s to you some- thing which our short acquaintance, perhaps, scarcely warrants. The pre: ent oc ion, however, is so far propi- tious that, we being alone, I feel em- boldened to speak.’ Pansy, with a woman's instinct, knew what s coming, but with an equally feminine contriety, feigned en- tire ignorance, and asked, with provok- ing sweetness: ae anything happened?” ’ said Geoffrey, smiling, de- earnest mood. “Something which to me of considerable im- portance, has happpened. Miss Vere- ker, since I have ben in Cornwail I have lost my heart.’ “Indeed! wered Pansy, with an air of would indifference, though her | heart beat t—with joy, was it? She searcely knew herself. “I fear I can- you to find it.” fo; ~but some spite bh “Not when it is you Pansy, and you alon who are responsible for its floss exclaimed Geoffrey, with such tender passion in his voice that the girl's color rose and fell as she heard. “It is in your keeping—to be held by you in such contempt or esteem as your fancy shall suggest—but, unalter- ably, it is yours. Pansy, dearest, love- liest, will you promise me nothing in return?” He had taken her hand, and tried his best to catch a glimpse of her down- east eyes. “I believe you would be happy with me,” continued Goeffry, earnestly, “and you will ike my family, I hope. I have no fear but that they would love you dearly—indeed, who could help it? It is true that we shall have to ask your cousin, Mr. Thunder's con- sent; but, surely, he would not be ob- durate, for I am not a poor man. I have ood and assured position in my office, and a small private fortune, as well; so 1 hope | shall be able to satisfy his views for your fu- ture welfare.’ Still Pansy would not meet his love- lit eyes though his arm had stolen round her waist. “Speak to me darling. I have not startled or offended you, have I?” “Yes, both,” said the girl, misehiev- ously, though her tremulous veice be- trayed her, despite herself. “You are dreadfully abrupt; but one cannot ex- pect consideration from a man, so I will overlook your precipitancy for once. Now, please let me go, Mr. Cars- xeoffry,’ and I will,’ he said, i ly, for he read consent in her smiling lips. Whether or not Pasy complied is a matter. of conjecture. They roamed } away together between the boles of the apple trees, and there was something ; suspiciously like an arm around Pan- | sy’s waist still. P Re * * * 8 ‘Two days elapsed, but.still Elsie was mot allowed to be seen by her cousin, Several times Pansy had ventured as far as the door of the sick-room, hop- dng to be able to see and tell Elsie ot ‘the momentous subject of her engage- ment to Goeffry Carslake. Each aime, however, she was en- countered by Salome, who guarded the docked door like a lioness. “You cannot see her yet you would disturb her, and undo all that my nurs. ing has effected.” With this reply Pansy had to be con- tent. She was burning to communi- cate her news, for Geoffry had prom- ised that when they were married, El- sie should come and make their house her home. ‘That the lonely girl woula be happy with them, was evident to both, her life at C unsupportable for Ss. On the third day, Mordant passed Pansy in the oak hall, and laid a de- ¢ hand upon her arm. “You have not played for me lately. Come, now; I am in the mood to listen to you—nay, it is all right. Salome has given me the ke py He led the way, as he spoke, to the drawing room, opened the massive door, and beckoned Pansy to follow him. She had a strong inclination to refuse, for she could not endure tete- a-tetes with one whom she so feared and disliked ,as she did Mordant Cai: but his authoritative manner left her no option, He closed the door behind her, and, in silence, they crossed the spacious roonl. “You are unusually quiet, Mistress Philippa,’ remarked Mordant, as he sank into an easy chair near the piano, and fixed his luminous eyes upon the girl’s averted face. “What has put you out—the uneventful life at Black ‘Tarn?’ “Yes—no,” she said, dubiously. “Lt feel dull; possibly it is because 1 miss Elsie, and am not allowed access to her room. She is very childish in hex ways; but her occasional company is better than none at all.’ “The girl is a natural; she can be no companion to you,” said ri re pale, too; you are losing your spirits! What ails you?” “Nothing,” said Pansy, evasively. “I am dull; I have told you so. Then again, I cannot sleep well at night. The house’—she paused and shud- dered a e@ made this confession— “the house is haunted, 1 believe. L hear the most dreadful noises. he other night | had a good mind to go to Salome’s room, only I was afraid she would be angry at being disturbed.” Mordant shot a glance at her from under his heavy brows—keen, pene- trating, but was somewhat reassured by her unconscicus manner. “What alarmed you?’ he asked. “It v a stormy night, and I awoke witha I thought I heard the re- port of a pistol.” Bah!” exclaimed Mordant, contempt- uously. “A bad dream; your own im- agination supplied the rest. Come, play something.” He spoke so harshly that Pansy looked at him, involuntarily. His face was even paler than usual, and his eyes glowed as with an inward fir She commenced to play at his bidding, although her thoughts were busy and disturbed. Py-and-by she rose and opened a portfolio of music, which had stood, dusty and unused, by the piano, for years, and began to look over its con- tents with desultory interest. She se- lected a few concertos of Weber and Beethoven, and was about to close the case, When her eyes fell upon a deli- cately water-color drawing of a young and pretty woman. “Who is this?” she asked, dusting the face of the pictur Why, I need not sk—it must be Elsie’s mother. How like her!’ She continued to regard the portrait, although Mordant sat silently watching her. “How strange!” she said, puckering her brows in perplexi- ty. “I had a nightmare the other night. I dreamed that 1 was looking up at the side of a ruined castle, when, suddely, a window right up in the tow- er was opened, and a woman’s face ap- peared. The face in my dream wv years older than this—thin, careworn, wild-looking, but it was this face grown old! Even as I looked, and would have called to her, someone with red hair like Salome, drew her back, and she gave a shriek so terrible, so heartrending, that I awoke, trem- bling with terror.” You're a fool, girl!” exclaimed Mor- dant, rising hurriedly. “You have no more courage than a child six years old. Salome is right—you are no fit companion for that moon-struck gin, Elsie. You would terrify her into fits.” Pansy was silent. Her fingers wan- dered desultorily over the keys. Sud- denly Mordant paused, just behind her. “Philippa,” he said, laying his hand upon her shoulder with a grasp under which she winced, “it is clear to me that the life here is unsuited to vou. Your guardian is quite determined that you shall remain here until you are of age. There is, however, one alterna- tive open to you. You shall leave here, and live in any place most congenial tu | you, on one condition.’ ¢ “And that?” she asked, struck with the fierce energy of his manner. “Is that you will become my wife!” As he spoke, Pansy sprung from the piano and confronted him with start- led eyes and parted lips. “Marry you! Become your wife!” she exclaimed. “You must be mad!’ “Not so mad as you, young lady, to run counter to me,” he said, his eyes gleaming like those of a panther about to spring. “I tell you that you shall not Jeave tuis house except as my wife. 1 am no poor dependent, but a rich man, well able to maintain a wife in luxury, even supposing her to be penniless. Think well—think deeply, before you refuse my. offer.’ Despite her resist- ance his arms closed around her. He was irresistibly powerful, _notwith- standing his deformity. “I have grown to love you, Philippa, and I have made up my mind to marry you, or make your life here a living purgatory.” Closer and closer he drew her, his fierce eyes fixing hers with the fasci- nation of a rattlesnake. With a mighty and despairing effort she thrust him back, just as his lips met hers, and gaye one wild cry for help. raigeerie having been ; Mordant released her with a sardon- ic laugh. 4 “So, so! you make a very spirited re- sistance to my suit, young lady, but I ean wait—I can wait until my pa- | tience has worn yours out. You may go, but in three days I shall ask you for your answer. Have a care that your answer is such as will be pleasing to me, for I can be a good friend, but a very bitter enemy.’ He crossed the room, opened the door and bowed her out with cynical but studied courtesy. * Siren Se ee Te OF «“Of course—just as 1 expected. The girl loathes you,” said Fergus, when he had heard the upshot of the foregoing conversation. “Loathes or likes me I mean to have her.” Mordant said, doggedly. ‘Now, what is to be done about Elsie? We cannot keep her in her present quar- ters, or all will be discovered. The girl is still in a dazed condition, and does not know where she is, or why she has been placed there. This will not last long, and I begin to wish she was out of the way. If she never regains her reason, Which I think is very probable, it will be all the better for you, for you will have the command of her money for life—and a handsome fortune it is, too, especially now it is no longer charged with our late friend’s annual blackmailing.’ Fergus shuddered involuntarily. The beads of perspiration stood thickly up- on his brow. “Hush! There is yet trouble ahead of us for that black night's work, | About this girl, Philippa. I am more than willing that you should prevail with her if you can, for the less people | we have about this accursed charnel- | house the better. When you are mar- ried you can take her abroad; but re- member, Mordant, you must share your gains with me, as I have with you, for ; Some years past. Hush! here is Sa- lome.” She came towards them, with more than her usual pallor in her evil face. “Elsie is no longer unconscious. She is very quiet and weak, but her mind is at ork. I can see that she is try- ing to think consecutively. What shall we do? At any moment recollection tay return to her.” Fergus looked to Mordant for coun- sel. “I feared as much,’ he almost whim. pered. “Drug her, Salome. She must be kept quiescent for the next few days until we can get her away into safe custody. For the rest, keep your eyes on Phillip- | pa. Don’t let her out of your sight, and-stay! At night you had better lock her room door, as you used to Elsie’s.” “IT shall be glad when all this espion- age is over,” said Salome, with a da frown. “When will that wretched wo- man die, and leave me in peace? Of what value is money to me, shut up as Iam from one year’s end to another} It seems to me that I have made a bad bargain enough. She is sinking fast,” continued Salome, turning to her fath- er, who stood listening to the words with trembling knees and parched lips. tell you she has but a few days to ve, and I am tiring, wearying of my task. It sickens even me.” She was, clearly, not referring to Elsie, for she pointed towards the West Wing with a gesture of anger and impatience. “At most, she has but a short span of life,” she repeated. “Fergus moistened his dry lips and muttered, faintly: “So near as that?’ He would not meet her eyes, though he knew there was an unspoken ques- tion lurking within the red-brown depths. “Bah! the man is a craven, Salome,” said Mordant, impatiently. “I under- stand you, and so, for the matter of that, does he. The sooner she dies the better!” A significant look passed between them, and together they passed out of the sunshine into the darkened house. CHAPTER IX, “My darling! my sweet girl!” It was thus that Geoffry Carslake met Pansy the day after her interview with Mordant Cain. As soon as she coul escape from Salomes’s vigilance, she had hurried down to her trysting place. So sweet she looked, with her parted lips and expectant eyes, that Geoffry, coming suddenly upon her, could only press her fondly to him, and murmur bis delight in rapturous words of en- | dearment. “Dearest, how good of you! But you are pale, my Pansy! What has trou- bled you?” And then, encircled by his protecting arms, she told him all that had passed, and again and again expressed it as her opinion that all was not well with Llsie. ometimes, Geoffry,” she said, with a startled backward glance, “some- times I believe that she is not in her room at all. I have listened many times in passing, but can never hear the faintest sound of her voice. And how glad I shall be when | can leave this place forever. I am so horribly frightened of a night, I cannot sleep. And that man! Ah!—”’ She shuddered, | and hid her eyes upon Carslake’s arm. He passed his hand caressingly over her hair. “My darling, you shall leave here very soon. I shall come and see your guardian this evening. He cannot re- fuse you to me—why should he?’ “Oh, you don’t know—you don’t un- derstand!” she exclaimed, feverishly. “You must not think of coming. He has made up his mind that I shall mar- ry his friend, Mordant Cain—l know be has—for I asked his protection. from that man’s persecution, and he told me that it was his wish that I should mar- ry his friend—that he was determined | to be obeyed.” | “Confound his insolence!’ Geoffry broke out. “How dare he try to force a girl like you to marry against her in- clination? He cannot do it, child—it is contrary to law. As to this crippled wretch, I shall see him and tell him a | few home-truths!” “Geoftrey, you must not come to the ‘ house,” the girl repeated, in an agitat- ed voice. “If you do, they will lock me up and prevent me ever seeing you again—perhaps even send me abroad, where I shall be as utterly lost to you as though I were in my graye. No, no. I will hold out—I will be true to rou always, dear; but we have notning put ‘ violence and repression to expect from them.” “Love laughs at locksmiths, darling,’ smiled Geoffry, meeting her entreating eyes with a self-confidence that was very reassuring. “We will cheat them all yet, but you will have to trust in me to rescue an Enchanted Princess from her enemies. In short, sweetheart, in modern English, we will have to make a runaway match. Now, darling, in the event of their confining you to your room, you must explain to me where it is lecated.” “My room is in the front of the house. It is the last window on the east side. A westeria climbs up the front of th eportico, and encircles the window.” “Does anyone else sleep front?” he asked, thoughtfully. j “No. The house is very large and rambling, and even Salome’s room is some distance from mine.” *Good!” said Carslake. “Then if you drop a cord out of the window, I shall be able to communicate with you by | means of letters. That will at least help us to mature our plans. Cheer up, darling; we shall cheat them all yet.” ere ke Paes | Ps Nae eats One, two, three days elapsed without | news from Pansy, and Geoffry Cars- | lake, constant to his daily tryst be- neath the trees in the orchard, could | scarce restrain his impatience and anx- in the What could have become of his dar- ling?’ he asked himself, again and i again; only prevented from going to | see her by her earnest entreaties that he would not act precipitately. “Three days have passed,” he thought. “I can bear this no longer. To-night, if I re- ceive no communication from her dur- ing the day—to-night I shall risk even her displeasure and go in search of her. How am I to know that they are not even now in the act of spiriting her away? It is all on the eards, and if that deformed wretch has fallen in love with the poor child, he will go any | lengths to force her to comply with his will. Yes, to-night I will end this wretched suspense!” He had already determined that he would persuade Pansy to escape at night with him—drive to Litton, fif- teen miles away, and catch the first train leaving for London. Once there, he would either take her to her own friends until arrangements could be made for their marriage, or to Miss Fenwick’s, at Twickenham, where ; Pansy had told him she had been brought up from a child. The latter course might, perhaps, be attended with some risk, as Fergus Thunder would be sure to search there first for his runaway ward. No; my own people would be the best, all things considered. .The dear governor and the mater would offer loving welcome, I well know, for ke,’ he determined, and took the precaution, then and there, of writing to them on the subject of his ardent at- tachment, and hinting that he had rea- son to fear that there would be some ditticulty in persuading the young la- dy’s guardian to take a favorable view ot the matter, as he had ulterior and most unnatural intentions for her mar- riage with a deformed and otherwise congenial partner. “There, that will prepare them,” he thought, as he dropped the letter into the post. “Mother will read through the lines, with a woman’s intuition.” * * * * * * * * In accordance with Fergus Thun- ders expressed wish, Salome had kept a strict watch over Pansy’s move- ments; indeed, the girl could, by no strategy manage to escape into the grounds; and the three days which had passed so slowly to Geoffry were equally intolerable to Pansy. 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