"Yes, a wonderful man, Bates. He always disliked

Pickering, and he rejoiced in tricking him."

"Where did you pick Bates up? He told me he was

a Yankee, but he doesn't act or talk it."

My grandfather laughed. "Of course not! He's an

Irishman and a man of education-but that's all I know

about him, except that he is a marvelously efficient servant."

My mind was not on Bates. I was thinking now of

Marian Devereux. I could not go on further with my

grandfather without telling him how I had run away

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and broken faith with him, but he gave me no chance.

"You will stay on here,-you will help me to finish

the house?" he asked with an unmistakable eagerness

of look and tone.

It seemed harsh and ungenerous to tell him that I

wished to go; that the great world lay beyond the confines

of Glenarm for me to conquer; that I had lost as

well as gained by those few months at Glenarm House,

and wished to go away. It was not the mystery, now

fathomed, nor the struggle, now ended, that was uppermost

in my mind and heart, but memories of a girl

who had mocked me with delicious girlish laughter,-

who had led me away that I might see her transformed

into another, more charming, being. It was a comfort

to know that Pickering, trapped and defeated, was not

to benefit by the bold trick she had helped him play upon

me. His loss was hers as well, and I was glad in my

bitterness that I had found her in the passage, seeking

for plunder at the behest of the same master whom Morgan,

Ferguson and the rest of them served.

The fight was over and there was nothing more for me

to do in the house by the lake. After a week or so I

should go forth and try to win a place for myself. I

had my profession; I was an engineer, and I did not

question that I should be able to find employment. As

for my grandfather, Bates would care for him, and I

should visit him often. I was resolved not to give him

any further cause for anxiety on account of my adventurous

and roving ways. He knew well enough that his

old hope of making an architect of me was lost beyond

redemption-I had told him that-and now I wished to

depart in peace and go to some new part of the world,

where there were lines to run, tracks to lay and bridges

to build.

These thoughts so filled my mind that I forgot he

was patiently waiting for my answer.

"I should like to do anything you ask; I should like

to stay here always, but I can't. Don't misunderstand

me. I have no intention of going back to my old ways.

I squandered enough money in my wanderings, and I

had my joy of that kind of thing. I shall find employment

somewhere and go to work."




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