The Lost Lady of Lone

ht. The rising sun glancing over the top of the Eastern mountain

led the m

he had utterly lost her memory, and now found difficulty in trying to recover it. Bewildered, she looked about, an

cent bridal array, displayed on sta

was her wedding-day, and a flu

assed in

eavy at her heart! Was it t

should she find herself seated in that easy-chair at the

had been haunting the premises and giving trouble all that day; the message from her father; her affecting interview with him in his bedroom; her return to her own apartment t

dents she clea

of her betrothed husband and that of a woman-of this same Rose Cameron, whose name had been so disreput

weight that lay so

she had met in the hall, and on the country people's gossip about Lord Arondelle and Rose Cameron, she had had that evil dream. Unquestionably it was only a drea

heart, and although this was a warm June morni

to close t

h

ite, tinted with rose, violet and gold, tempered the dazzling splendor of the rising sun, and half vailed the opal-hued mountain tops, and even hung

with the island, was grand with triumphal arches. The lake was alive with gayly-trimmed pleasure-boats of every description. The island, with its grov

alive with a merry crowd of tenantry and peasantry in their

their brilliant tartans, and with their national music

the shadows of the night vanished f

real as any waking experience. But then, again, dreams often do seem so! She would think no more of it,

he country people had clearly determined to lose not one hour of that festive day. But Miss Levison wa

ng her

he room, courtesie

er to send me a strong, ho

y lord's gentleman is below with a

to wait. There may be answer," replied Miss Levison,

urtesied an

e such a dream about him-him!" she said t

p of coffee on a small silver tray in her hand,

hat she could not see that it had not been slept in, and

the ramparts of a' the Scotts, wi' their tartans and bag-pipes, come to

coffee, returned the

with a message; she should

w, me young leddy," answered the housekeeper, as the maid entered the room and placed in her mistress' hand a

opened the

ms Inn, Tue

It has been preserved more on account of its traditionary interest than for its intrinsic value. Tradition tells us that at the taking of Jerusalem, in the first crusade, this jewel was snatched from the turban of Saladin, the Sultan, in single combat, by our wild crusading ancestor, Ranulph d' Arondelle. It adorned his own hemlet at the siege of St. Jean d' Acre,

nde

Hereward, said to be the largest in the world. Miss Levison had read of this jewel as one of the most valuable among precious stones. She had heard also, what evidently the young marquis did not think worth while to tell her in connection with its history, namely, that it had been held as an amulet of such power that it was believed the ducal house of Hereward would never be without a male heir as long as it possessed

about him, and even suffered myself to be trouble

hardly that her old h

e surely taken cauld. Let m

could not bear it. Besides if I shiver with cold one mome

ill, wi' all thae shivers and glows,

I am well enough. Now, Janet, did you

, Mi

to her side, opened the desk, took out

stle, T

our invaluable gift I write; it is also to ask you to do a strange thing to please me this morning. It is now eight o'clock. We are appointed to meet at the church at eleven. Will you meet me here first at half-past nine? I wish to tell you something

e, and gave it to Janet, with order

oom, Miss Levison turned to

s bell rung yet

et. Sir Lemuel's man, Mr. Peter, is d

r call his master," s

e no to call his master the morn', but to wait till he

ably tired this morning. So we must let him sleep as long as possible.

weel,

ared for, and served in their own rooms with tea

n care of a' that. And what will I bring

up of coffee. That is su

bit cup o' coffee,

ever did have on her wedding morning," said

lated her young mistres

o weel," she ventur

t disturb yourself. But go now and send Ja

nd was soon replaced by the lady

ath read

les of ody collone intil it," said the

iss Levison, with an amused smile, "

a soft, white, cashmere wrapper, placed herself in

anet arrayed her in her bridal robes, and Kitty clasped the costly jewels around her neck and arms. One placed t

she stood up, beautiful in her youth, l

festoons of orange buds; a point lace berthe and short sleeve ruffles; a necklace, pendant, and bracelets of pearls set in diamonds, white kid gloves, embroidered with fine white silk; white sati

ady to come to you, when you are so to receive them," said Kitty, as she placed th

ntel-piece, and noticing that it was nearly half-past nine, the hour at which she expected Lord Arondelle. "But now, K

went out, and after a few minu

yet, and Mr. Peters says, with his duty to you, Miss

ster's orders not to disturb him until h

hip, Lord Arondelle, is down stairs asking for you, Miss," said th

, I expected his lor

wed him into th

f our guests have le

busy a dressing of th

, and tell his lordship that I shall be

, and leading to the tower stairs, where she had seen the apparition of the night before. She shivered and hurried on. She paused a moment before the door leading to the ante-room of her father's

" and retired to give p

n entered t

f a gentleman's full dress, it needs no description here. Gentlemen array themselves much in the same style for a

advanced to m

he exclaimed, taking both her hands and carrying them to his lips. "But you are shiveri

my open window late last night and got a little c

, my little lady," he said, half jestingly, half seriously, as he led

t star-gazing which has resulted in a cold the littl

My sin was a

dre

a d

am cannot

-tell me-were you in the castle lat

azed at her bef

, most certainly not! Why ever should

ere not in the ca

el

' as the country pe

eg your

your spectre, your spirit,

do you mea

ell you al

urse-y

to her father's room, and her meeting with an appearance which she took to be th

Levison gazed on him in anxious suspen

you thi

w my image before you, my thoughts, my mind, my spirit, whatever you choose to call

t?" she

forced to the conclusion that what you thought you

think

eed

med as real, as substantial, and

illusions always seem v

n! That is settled! And now!" e

eam of? Throwing me over at the last moment and marryi

d; but first tell me, were you in our gr

did you know of it?" inquired

u under my window?" she ask

o suspect me?" he inquired

. Had you a companion

inly not. Why, swe

e speaking to some one who a

e alone. And I did not speak at all-not even to

u can, at what hour yo

tendants, and then suddenly the lights were turned off and all was dark. I knew then that you had retired to rest, and of course I turned away and walked back to the hamlet. But, love, instead of telling th

turned away and left the grounds, at that time I had not gone to rest, but had gone to my father's room, in returning from which I experienced that strange optical illusion. My nerves must have been strangely disordered, for when I reached my own cham

t, love?" h

without the l

with interest, and

t weighed upon your mind. Yes, it was very wicked of you, my sinful child

ng that he called Rose Cameron his wife, he not only laughed at that idea,

ventured ano

one of the name

a very handsome daughter of that name, but I have never seen her," said t

handsome shepherdess? Clearly Rose's own hallucination. She had seen the marquis somewhere, without having been s

oked upon the beauty of that d

d upon her," asse

nest, beg your pardon for my

, my erring daughter? Benedicite! Benedi

llowed by the entrance of a footman who placed a small, twis

. His valet having received his orders last night not to call him this morning, has declined to do so.

e Bel

with fatigue. Tell Lady Belgrade, with my thanks, that I will go to my father's room and

uite well?" said the yo

es a compensating rest in the morning. That is what he is doing now. But I think he is sleeping even longer than he intended to do, so I really must arouse him now, if we

is lovely in person and in spirit," murmured the yo