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ts Tene? ? No! -] swear it by ihe pede above way aE never loved Kathleen. She was my playmate—my ‘little _ favorite, if you will; but to Jove her—no, Inez! I never * knew what love meant until I saw youl” | _ Her face lighted, her eyes gleamed. He looked so noble, so kingly, so truthful—her golden-haired hero! hake “You swear this, Roderick ?”’ - “By my soul’s hope, yes! I love you, and you alone, my queen, my darling, and I never loved any other.” __ “T believe you.” She laid her hands in his, her dark, _ impassioned face radiant. “Oh, my love, my lord, it has _ been very bitter to doubt your truth!” _ Never doubt again, Inez; never wrong yourself, my _ peerless darling, by the thought that the man you have _ honored by your love could ever look upon the face of » any other woman. Here are the others. Promise me, = my love, my bride, before they enter, never to doubt me EP mnore.’ Gi She turned her brilliant, beautiful face toward him ore cloudless now; but the promise that would have bound her fast as her marriage vow was not destined to be given, _ for Gerald Desmond came suddenly forward, with words _ Of gay and gallant greeting on his lips. — “You appeared indisposed last night. TI trust i see you - entirely restored this evening, Donna Inez. We cannot _ afford to have the sunshine of Clontarf clouded.” G ‘The donna’s reply was a negligent bow. a _ The ear!—a bluff, unwieldy Athelstan, with yet the re- mains of great good looks in the midst of his cor pulency— Say Sel eee he © 74 : MONE a sf Sa Pes herein ja tite Pe Atk aps bree Pa Fe fei ke he >. ‘. , a - 3 nr entered with his sister, Lady Sarah—a vestal virgin of the _ old school—and the family party adjourned to dinner. ~ Gerald Desmond—a brilliant conversationalist at all ee day. His racy anecdotes of all the best and most noted people of England, his witty _ Sayings, his epigrams, kept the jovial old earl in a con- _ stant roar. Even that grim virgin, Lady Sarah, relaxed into occa- Os sional smiles, and Rory, happy i in the renewed sunlight of his liege lady’s smiles, was almost as sparkling and ani- _ mated as his delightful cousin. His inspiration sat beside him, with the last level rays of the sunset Bey. bee her Asis black hair and — wan y - 3 fi" Fate Gay 4 Stet tae at : it : i¢ 7 ; ras 4 ar’ a ‘s : . Ai d i : Byles RelA, Peet 8 Ae 4) € rT ee Pe on Oy, ty: % Ae SAA LAL ep pa oe hom 5" Sat Peay Wee hed P* pies Wan bi te ‘Se ete a Pe 3 - > €. ‘ aid » > a ae a ee AG se €0 _ icboo ks. com 45) ns eg? rf ee ey. ee yh Pie , re Sh Be vee al : ‘ a s Sy « “ "4