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RR eta ee nO alter I rm att 69
WILD MARGARET, “1
spring, a young ’man reached the rock she was at tha
-_moment sketching, and from it dropped to her side.
It was Lord Leyton.
~~ ‘Margaret was go startled that she let the sketch-block
fall from her hand, and sat looking at him, with the color
“slowly fading from her face. . She had succeeded in for-
getting him for a short hour, or two, and here he was at
her side again.
And Lord Blair assuredly looked, if not startled, pale
and haggard. -
For the last two days, since he had left Margaret, over-
whelmed by his passionate outburst, he had been living
_ after his wildest and most reckless fashion, and two days
of.such dissipation and sleeplessness, added to passion,
tell even upon such perfect physical specimens of
humanity.as Blair Leyton.
‘‘ Lord Leyton!’ she said at last. ; aoa.
ie picked up her sketch-block, but held it, still looking
at her.
‘““T’ve frightened you,” he said, remorsefully ; ** I—I am
_abrute. I did not know you were here until I jumped
upon that stone, when I was close upon you.”
‘Margaret tried tosmile. copa:
It does not matter,” she ‘said. ‘‘Give’me my block,
~ please,’’ and she held out her hand.
He drew a little nearer, and gaye her the block.
‘t You are sketching?” he said, his eyes fixed on her face
‘vith a wistful eagerness,
' She inclined her head.
‘Yes; Iam painting a picture for the earl.”
. “For the earl!” he repeated dully, as if her voice, and
not the words she said, were of importance to him.
‘Yes; if you wish to see him, you will find him at
home; he has just left me.”
- “Just left you!’’"he repeated as before. ‘‘ No; I don’t
want to see him.”
Margaret raised her eyes and looked at him. ;
* You have not come down to see him?’ she said with
faint surprise.
‘No! he responded. ‘*He wouldn’t see me if I had.
But I didn’t come to see him; I came——’
for a'second. ‘‘ Miss Margaret, Lam afraid to tell you why.
” then he stopped
came.”
‘Then don’t tell me,’’? said Margaret, trying to force a
smile. ‘It sounds as if. you had come for no good: pur-
. \ . .
pose, my lord.” he
. He stood silent for a second, then he flung himself at
her feet, and leaning on his elbow, looked up at her with
- the same eager wistfulness in his handsome eyes,