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A Woman's Sacrifice.
CONTINUED.
"TsERCIE Mr. Lennox 1 have made
J a fearful mistake" the words
-died on her lips, as he lifted his glorious
eyes, full of love, to hers. "I you I
release you from the promise you made me
last nicht. and ask you to cive mo hack
mino."
" Cecil, in heaven's name, what are you
talking about ?" Then, sinking back with
an amused smilo, " How you frigh toned
me 1 For half a moment I thought you
were in earnost."
Another effort to quiet the unsteady lips
-and voice; this time he saw the struggle.
"I do mean it, alas I I can bo nothing to
.you in future."
He sprang to his feet.
"Are you mad, or am I? Were you only
acting a lie last night when you put your
head on my breast and swore to be mine?
Cecil, if the whole world proclaimed you
false, I would cling to you and bolieve you
true. Take back my promise ! give you
yours 1 No, by heavens 1 not till your own
lips assure me that you do not love mo, will
I believe that I could be so wholly, so ut
terly deceived and betrayed by the woman
I adore 1"
" Then you may believe it now." The
tone was cold and hollow ; she dared not
raise her eyes to his face. For the first
time, the proud noble nature had stooped
to falsehood, and the degradation smote
her to the soul. But buo knew, Iloavon,
help her t that only by making him think
her unworthy could she accomplish her
end, and upon herself she had no mercy.
What did it matter? All gladness was
over for her now; she could sink no further
into darkness.
"What did you say?" Uis faco was
stern and pale as marble. She forced her
self to look at him for a brief socond.
"It has been an awful mistake. J do
not lone you, except as a brother or a
friend." And then the storm burst.
Cecil bad often heard that Percie Lennox
was swift to anger, but she had nover
dreamed of arousing such a violence of
temper. ITo showered fiery reproaches
upon her, he stung her with his scorn, and
lashed her with his satire. She heard him
out with dumb agony; she did not try to
arrest one cruel word, one bitter sneer.
" Enough !" she cried, hoarsely, at last,
feeling that her strength was failing lior;
and she rose, groping like one suddenly
blind for the staircase,
The pitiful gesture smote rorcle t o the
heart. For the first time, he had been
guilty of harsh language to a woman, and
bis remorse was keen.
" Cecil, my darling, take care; you will
fall. Trust yourself onco more to my
guidance." And before she could prevent
it, he lifted her slight form iu his arms and
began the descent.
A shiver shook Cecil from head to foot,
as she closed her eyes and lay half-fainting
in his embrace. , She was powerless to bat
tle against this returning tenderness, aud a
cry broke from her very soul:
"O Pefcio, Peroio, kiss me once before
we parti"
Not once, but many times, and the hot
tears fell on her upturned face. Hut they
were ut the end of the stairs now, and he
drew her shawl carefully around her aud
loft her in the shadow, as he spoke to the
keeper and thanked him for showing them
the lamps.
lie put her arm within his as they walked
(lowly down to the hotel, and neither broke
the silence until they reached it.
" You are an enigma, Cecil," he said
and all the anger had gone from his voice,
"At one momont you toll me that you do
not love me, and at the next you foroe me
to believe that you are suffering as bitterly
as Iam. Well. I do not pretend to under
stand a woman. But remember this: I
have given you my heart, and I do not
lightly take back the gift. Scorn it, tram
ple it under your feet, if you will, I will
yet have you for my own some day."
She sighed, " It cannot be I"
"Cecil, you cannot deceive me so; I
knou that you have some hidden motive
for this, and, though I think it hardly what
I deserve at your bands, I will not now ask
you what it is; but I will find it out for
myself, if it takes me twenty years."
He seated her in a dark corner of the
piazza, and went to get a glass of wine.
She torriflod him by her strange impassive
ness; she did not shed a tear, but shook
from head to foot as if with an ague.
Percie passed through the hall, and met
Mrs. Maxwell and Flora in the parlor.
"Whero is Cecil?" Mrs. Maxwell was
very pale, and Ftara sobbing over a letter.
"Outside. What has happoned ?"
" My brother Commodore Dare O, how
Bhalll ever tell her ?"
Percie snatched the paper from Flora's
trombling hand.
" Good, God, dead 1" with shocked em
pilosis.
" It was an accident; they removed the
steamer's plank too quickly, and ho was
precipitated iuto the water. They say the
wheel struck him, for be was a flue swim.
mer. Where is my poor child?"
The words almost died on her lips, for,
looking like a ghost of her former self,
Cecil came toward them.
"What is it aunt?"
Percio tried to stop her, but she drew
the paper impetuously out of his hand.
One momont of awful pause, as her face
grew stony in its pallor; she gave a single
cry, and Percie caught her as she fell.
They thought she would never come out
f that deathlike swoon. The nerves that
had been so strung and lacerated during
the painful day had received their final
shock, and when sho did uncloso her eyes,
she seemed stupifled. Finally Mrs. Max
well put her arm around her.
" Cecil," as the wandering eyes rested on
her aunt's face, " I have a letter here from
your father; try to read it."
She looked down at the page. It began,
" My darling Sissy," his pet name for his
only daughter. Over her heart came the
Bound of his voice lingering on the word;
her own brave Bailor father, whoso caress
she would never fuol more; a single low
sob broke tho silence of the room, and the
tears they had so anxiously looked for
rolled down Cecil's cheeks as she sank
back on her pillows.
The Maxwells were anxious to got away
before morning, and there was a possibility
of their catching the night train if they ran
across tho bay in a sailboat to tho main,
land. Percie Lonnox offered his yacht in.
stead of their own, on account of its greator
speed, and in about an hour the. travellers
came down oil tho pior, Cecil, still half
stunned with her grief, a thick veil drawn
over her face. Strong arms lifted her into
the boat and carried her to a sofa on deck,
and she said, gratefully, " You are so good
to me, Uncle John; I have no fathor but
you now," as she laid wearily down. But
Mr. John Maxwell was some steps behind
hen) and she did not know then, nor for
long years after, that it was Porcle Lennox
who had held her so lovingly.
It was a dark gloomy afternoon of a
November day, and the schoolbell at Miss
Hatherton's " English and French Board
ing and Day School for Young Ladies,'
rang twice, rather waspishly, as if it said
" Do go-homo 1 do go home !" to the weary
and dispirited students. With brightening
faces tho girls roso from their seats, and
proceeded to pilo up their books, the un
loosened tongues flying at a pace calculated
to make up for their enforced silence.
Suddenly, in the midst of the hubbub, a
single sharp stroke soumled from tho prin
cipal's desk.
" Young ladies," said Miss Hathcrton,
"as soon as the day scholars havo with
drawn, I wish to say a fow words to the
boarders."
Six of tho older girls and four or five
children (for the boardiug-suhoo was
limited) reseated themselves, and one, a
pretty sly-looking girl, with masses of
chestnut hair aud big bluo eyes, muttered
to her neighbor:
" What' upon earth's up ? Tho griffin
looks wonderfully amiable." , .
After a few minutes, the schoolroom
being emptied of all but the girls just
mentioned and a fow teachers, Miss Hath
crton, drawing herself up into an attitude
that she firmly believed combined the grace
of Madame Roland with the dignity of
Queen Elizabeth, addressed them:
Children, I asked you to wait because
I wished to inform you of a new arrival. I
have been applied to by my friond, Mrs.
Sidney, to receive as parlor boarder the
daughter of Senator Evelyn, who desires to
have the advantage of musical and Italian
instructors fn New York. Miss Evelyn
belongs to a very distinguished Boston
family, and I .have no doubt that her
society will be an acquisition to all of us
But I wish you all to understand that there
must be no running freely into her cham
ber, or intruding upon her privacy, as she
will have nothing to do with the school or
rules. And now, children, prepare for your
walk with Madame Fanchon; donnez mot
la carle." The last remark was intended
for the servant, and, glancing down'at the
card which bore Miss Evelyn's name, Miss
Hatherton prepared to descend, regardless
of morning-wrapper and soiled linen.
" Please have the weekly reports ready for
me on my return, Miss Dare," she said, as
she left tho room.
With a weary tired hand Cecil Dare
opened the book of marks, and sat down
to fill up the reports. She was used to the
treadmill now; but to-day her head ached
shockingly, the children in her department
bad been especially trying, and she had in.
dulged in a faint hope that Miss Hatherton
would assign her the duty of walking with
the girls instead of madame. j
Cecil was a different looking being from
the one who had laughed and danced, tho
gayest of ber set, that summer at Wacha
hassot. The face was older, paler, and
more set in its severe outline; even in her
happy days sho had been devoid of color,
but now the cheek was at times waxen in
its transparency, and the full lips a shade
less rosy. But the noble brow and deep
eyes were lovely as ever, and the purple
stuff dress fitted as trimly as the silks had
done, while the linen collar rolled back
from tho beautiful slendor throat, white as
of old.
It was two years since she had accepted
a position as teacher in Miss Hatherton's
school, three, since she itad broken her en
gagement with Percio Lennox. Teaching
was her own choice, for both the Maxwells
and Dares were strongly opposed to it, and
had each offered her a home. Perhaps she
might have acceptod it but that it gavo.ber
too much time to think, for years had by
no means deadened that parting. Twice
since then a letter had come for Cecil bear
ing the Lennox crest, and with trembling
hands she had locked them in her desk,
where they now lay with unbroken souls.
She did not dare to send them back, but
she was equally rosolved not to let her
heart iufluenco hor now, when iu trial
and adversity, or bring Harold's vengeance
upon him by yielding to his pleading. And
stern and haughty as she had been in her
defiauco of Harold, she was yet woman
enough not to wish to exasperate him
further ; therefore, when they mot (as they
sometimes did at the Maxwells), sho was
polite, but coldly indifferent. This behav
iour seemed unaccountable to her undo,
for after Commodore Dare's death, when
Cecil's dependent condition became known,
Harold had written an apparently gonerous
and ardent letter to Mr. Maxwell, besech
lug his inlluenco with Cecil. She received
the proposal with something very like
Bcorn, and the Maxwells wero much an.
noyeu at the refusal of so excellent a
match. About eighteen months before,
upon the occasion of his mother's second
marriage, Percio Lonnox had accepted a
diplomatic appointment, and it was previ
ous to his sailing for Vienna that his second
letter wont to Cecil.
Cecil set at huitdesk, working witli me
chanical precision and rapidity, uutil the
fading light rendered it impossible to con
tinue the task, and then she sat still iu the
darkness thinking. Her head ached too
much to allow her ideas to go beyond the
mere physical pain, but even this was not
to be long indulged, for presently a grand
disturbance rose suddenly in the hall. First
one shrill voice, and then another, until
she began to think that all the French
servants in the house must bo scolding to
gether ; and she rose and opened the door.
It was not totally dark iu the vostibule, but
as the only light came from a burner on
tho second flight above, it only served to
" make darkness visible." As far as Cecil
couiu uisceru, three or the servants were
announcing their intention not to carry up
another trunk, while the fourth stood on
the staircase, explaining matters to a little
figure, holding a travelling-bag and shawl.
"What is nil this noise about?" said
Cecil's calm voice, proceeding from the
schoolroom door.
Four tongues responded simultaneously,
in French and English, that the trunk was
too heavy ; would: mam'sello tell the young
lady to send for a porter ?
"I beg your pardon," said the little
figure, addressing Cecil ; " I have just ar
rived, and Miss Hatherton ordered these
trunks carried to my room a more diffi
cult matter than I had imaginod."
The voice was both ladylike and refined,
and struck Cecil pleasantly. It was im
possible to tell what the stranger looked
like, but Cecil fancied hor from that in
stant. "Miss Evelyn, is it not?" asked she.
" The flights are so long that we are oblig
ed to take out one of the trays. Can you
unlock your trunk there?"
"Certainly," said the stranger, running
down stairs again. " It is only necessary
to take out this ; I can find a dress in it, I
think."
"Very well," said Ceoil. "Fanchon
will take it to your room. The south room
on tho fourth story, Miss Evelyn. We take
tea at half-past seven."
George Eveljn gave a glance of undis
guised perturbation around the room
assigned her as soon as she entered it. Her
experience of boarding-schools was limited,
for she had never been even to a day school
in her life, and coming fresh from a luxu
rious homo, with a bijou chambor of her
own, the low single bed, cnost of drawers,
and small round table, did look rather un
promising it must bo confessed. As sho
made ber toilet a teeling of homesickness
began to creep over her, and sho reflected,
witn devout thankfulness, that she was
only to be hero for a short time, and, fin.
ally, with a little bit of a sigh, she heard
the tea-bell ring, and walked down stairs,
meeting Miss Hathorton at the foot.
Just in time, dear," said that lady,
honeyedly, drawing Georgio's arm within
her own. " Young ladies, I present you
to Miss Evelyn. Madame Davoust, Mrs.
Vaughn, Miss Harrison,, Miss Dare ; these
are all my resident toachers. I havo kept
a seat for you at my right hand. 1 nover
make a stranger of any ono, and I hope
Miss Evelyn that I can make you enjoy
your visit sufficiently to have you desire to
repeat it."
As Georgio's blue eyes opened with
quick amused glance, she raised them ' to
the speaker's face, and, for the first time,
took a scrutinizing glance at hor. Miss
Uatherton was, at first gaze, a handsome
woman of about thirty, large and fair, with
a fiuo figure, and plenty of yellow hair,
which was usually in emniinent danger of
coming down about the shoulders. Miss
Hatherton's eyes were bluo, hor
straight and rnthor largo, and she possessed
very beautiful teeth, but tho eyes had a
trick of wandoring all about, instead of
looking clearly into yours while talking,
and the lips were thin and depressed at
the comers. Swift and keen was Georgie's
glance, as sho unfolded hor napkin, saying,
to herself, "Deceitful, clover and hypocrit
ical 1 What a combination!" Aud then
Miss Evelyn ran her eye down the table,
where the schoolgirls wero honoring her
with the unblushing stare which none but
that genus acquire.
Meanwhile, from the opposite sido of the
table, Cocil was eyoing the new-comer as
closoly as was consistent with good-breed-
ing. From Miss Hathorton's remarks she
had received the impression that the parlor
boarder was a girl of perhaps fifteen, and
had groaned inwardly , over tho advent of
another of the species, who was just un
controlled enough to be an annoyance. But
Georgie was a surprise to her. This was
no unformed girl, but a quiet self-possessed
lady, with the unmistakable stamp of aris
tocrat upon her, from the lovely chestnut
curls and refined face to the hand, white
and fairy-like as Cecil's own, while a certain
determination around the mouth, and
laughing stare in the deep' violet eyes
made Cecil smile involuntarily, as she
thought, "A match for Miss Hatherton
herself, unless my reading of faces
false" Glancing up she caught Coorgie'
eyes, and blushed at their very evident ad-
miration.
"I was very much obliged to you for
your sissistance," said Georgie, addressing
her. .
Mio did not catclcuecil s name, and was
wondering where the lovely Madonna f.ice
came from.
"What la that?" said Miss Hatherton
Cecil explained iu a few words.
" I am sorry that you had any trouble
Miss Evelyn ; servants are such a trial
You cannot imagine the care, labor and
anxiety it is to have such a charge as mine
no rost for either mind or body. There
are my servants to give orders to and keep
watch of, my teachers, who always come to
me in the smallest emergency, these chil
dren, to whom I have such a tacred duty to
perform, and to send forth into this sinful
world. Many a time, when my strength
gives out, and my brain fairly aches with
being overtaxed, I am recalled to that duty
by an inward voice, which says. " What
will you answer if, in future years, one of
these children come back to you and say,
'Miss Hatherton, you have failed in strict
ness, or kindness, or iu prudence toward
me," and then I start up and work on.
Duty is, and always wilP be, the ruling
motive of my life,' and I hope I shall fail in
no particular of it toward you, my dar
ling." During this extraordinary harangue, de
livered with mingled pomposity and meek
ness, Georgie was seized with an. insane de
sire to laugh. The utter ludicrousness of
a woman with that face riding duty to
death, and taking little triumphant flights
on her hobby-horse, struck Georgie's quick
sense of tho ridiculosus, but by tho time
that Miss Hatherton ended her sentence
with the very familiar term of "darling,"
Georgie's response was ready for her with
equal politeness and brevity.
'I do not for a moment doubt it,
madam."
Miss Hatherton gave one look at tho im
perturbable face, and subsided behind the
tea-urn.
'Children, you are dismissed said the
principal, after the mush and milk.crackers
and biscuit had been discussed by the
boarders. " Miss Evelyn, pray finish your
chicken. Miss Dare, don't go. May I
give you a cup of tea ?"
" Yes, thank you," said Cecil, while
Georgie looked up in surprise..
11 Dare, did you say? I bog pardon, but
are you related to Mrs. Clarence Dayton
she was Flora Maxwell ?"
" My own cousin," with a sudden light
ing up of every feature, which made
Georgio think Cecil's tho loveliest face she ,
had ever seen outside of a picture frame.
" Now 1 know who you are, Miss Evelyn ;
you aro Clarence Dayton's cousin."
Up rose Georgio impulsively, and walked
over to Cecil's sido.
" Yes, and I have so often heard Flora
talk of you. We must got acquainted."
And down sho sat, and plunged into ani
mated conversation, considerably to Miss
Hatherton's discomfiture.
Cecil felt as if a now lifo was dawning
for her during the next fow weeks. Upon
every occasion that was possible Georgie
sought her society, and she brightened
wonderfully under this charm of old ways
and old associates. For Miss Uatherton, .
even when most kind (and she was by
freaks, very gracious to Cecil), was yet un
mistakably partenue, and never moro so
than when sho aimed at being aristocratic.
Georgio Evelyn was a charaoter in her own
peculiar fashion. Very refined, thoroughly
accustomed to society, with a spice of selfish
mischief, that made her enjoy playing off
Miss Hatherton's peculiarities in a good
humored way, she was both clever and
aimable, and even when most satrical, it
was so daiutly veiled that Cecil often was
tho only person who enjoyed it. Brought
up among the most cultivated literary
clique of Boston, she bad all their polish
and pedantry, together with a nack of
bitting off racy sketches and reviews with
her ben, which; wore a source of great
amusement to those who know her well.
Within a fortniiigt after her arrival at Miss
Hatherton's, she had a comical estimate in
her own mind of the entire household, and
she entertained Cecil with it ono day.
"First there is Miss Hatherton, politely
styled 'the griilin' by tho girls," said she.
" Tho opinion I formed of hor the first
night I retain, with a small addenda.
Clever, my dear, very, bub hor memory is
too short ; she doesn't remember that those
marvellous yarns must havo joints, and has
a jagged way of stringing them together,
which always frets me. A really magnificent
liar (liko Thackeray's . immortal Becky
Sharpe) one can perhaps afford to admire
for their consistency, but Miss Uatherton
contents herself with equivocations and
misrepresentations, that are so very ag
gravating. The only porsons who ever
holds hor own with the principal is, Mad
amo Davoust, and her French wit is really
charming. ' In short, that quiet dignified
Ruth Graham and yourself aro tho only
genuino ladies in the housp 1"
CONCLUDED KKXT WEKK.
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