Blind Love

ink of him as her husband again-reminding her of the first days of their love, and of their mutual confession of i

tioning the name of the house in w

r. Mountjoy leav

n to return

say it; he do

me, Miles, for start

to say so to Mistress Lewson, the housekeeper; he had said, "Drop the note at the farm, on your way to the village." And what might Miles want at the vi

" Miles produced a small lantern which was strapped to his groom's belt. "There's parts of the road not over safe in the dark," he said as he raised the shade which guarded the light. The

was a

angers at Rathco?"

es replied, "at wo

tly to Miles. He suspected the two new men--spies probably who knew of Arthur's proposed jour

ord: "I hope you won't be

ith you, when I was rich enough to keep

eling. "You were the best and kindest master that ever lived on

you say that. His life is worth saving. As for my life"-- He ended the sentence by a w

ou. If any of them find you hanging about Mr. Mountjoy's farm, they'll try a s

sist. Love got the better of prudence. She drew back the window-curtain. In another moment, she would have added her persuasion to the

said; "I'll write a l

f his departure from Rathco, and to tell no creature in the house, or out of the house, at what new hour he had arran

h. Lie, Miles! Say you don't know." He next returned the note for Mrs. Lewson. "If she notices that it has been opened,

and the wild lord was lost to vi

the note, and examined it by the light of the candle on the hall-table. "Somebody has been reading this!" she exclaimed, stepping out to th

on in the hall before she had closed the door.

will persuade him to take care of himself, on his way back to the farm. The difficulty is, h

he anxious housekeeper, might help the effect

rk in the grounds." Arriving at the same conclusion which had already occurred to Lord Harry, Iris advised the housekeeper, in writing to Arthur, to entreat him to change the hour, secretly, at which he left his friend's hous

e door open before her, Iris lo

gation; but, to give him his due, there was no risk which he was not ready to confront for Arthur's sake. If he was still recklessly lingering, on the watch for assassins in the dangerous neighbourhood of the farm, who but hersel

autiously by his name. No living creature appeared; no sound of a movement disturbed the stillness of the night. Th

nscious of the rashness of the act into whi

ng that she had pardoned the errors and the vices of his life, and that he might without impropriety remind her of their engagement, and claim her hand in marriage? She tre

to Arthur, when the farm clock, striking the hour, reminded

nt away on horseback with the housekeeper's reply, and with orders to wait for an answer.