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280 AN EMBARRASSING SITUATION. to her that her brain would never cease throbbing or her nerves thrilling with subdued excitement. It was all so wonderful and so strange that Lord Carsdale, the son and heir of this famous peer~-that he should be her husband— that they should be living in the same house, yet farther apart than though they were strangers—that she should have talked to him—have told him how she loved him— have told him of this deep, passionate love of hers which she had kept so entirely secret from him. Yet the heavens had not fallen; she was still living, even after that. ‘How strange and terrible it would be to her to be always near him, yet to be a stranger to him.. Then she wan- dered off into a thousand soft, sweet fancies—he had grown so much handsomer, this gallant young lordling; the boyish beauty of his face had changed, he had grown bronzed, manly. _. “He looks like a king,” she thought; ‘‘he is the hand- somest and the noblest man in the world.” Her heart beat as she remembered how he had spoken to her. All in time—in time. Let the summer sun rise and set, let the leaves grow green and fall a few times, and by that time he would love—he must love her. She would try to win him as no woman had ever tried to win a man before; but she must be cautious, prudent, careful. She looked up at the blue skies where the first crimson dawn of morning shone, and she cried out with a great cry that God, who clothed the lilies and fed the little birds, would take care of. her and give her the one gift she craved—her husband’s love. Then she laid her fair head on the pillow and tried to sleep, but sleep would not come to her—would not be wooed. Every moment she was going over and over (ele) - is pe ~~ comicbooks. i aa ; , c™~ - Pe y *e ia a AS ‘ * yf” tie 7 “ >. » - ora ae Saad vd fa os ¢