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seems to be undergoing a change. The air is soft and mild, and whispers to us pleasant, if delusive, stories of the spring-time to come. Everywhere there is a curious stir and movement. Bees are buzzing past, birds are on the wing, rooks are building, insects are chasing each other in their short-lived sport. The lark pours forth his wondrous carol, the thrush sings gaily in the intervals of his hunt for snails, the starling pipes his call to his mate, and the blackbird whistles his few but incomparable notes. Trees are beginning to bud, the crocus and the daffodil shine in the garden walks, and every sign denotes the departure of winter. It is true that fierce winds and cutting frosts are only too sure to return; but still it is the summer which we are looking forward to and not the winter; and although the hopes of many a previous year may never have been realised, we continue to believe in the summer which is to come.

It was on such a morning as this that Kate stepped forth into her garden, saddened by the knowledge that she was about to leave it for ever. But one duty remained to be performed, and it was the hardest of all. It needed no protracted experience of the world to tell her how the great change in the circumstances of her life would be regarded at Owlscote Manor. Lady Tresham had indeed received her as the affianced bride of her son, but it was with no manifestation of pleasure. She had kissed the young girl coldly on the forehead, and there was something in her manner which showed that she had but resigned herself to an arrangement which she was powerless to prevent. Kate had some insight into this, and she divined that the loss of fortune would not tend to endear her to Reginald's

mother. Was it so certain that it would be a matter of indifference with Reginald himself? He was ambitious, and Kate was well aware that his means were restricted. How would his prospects and career be affected by a marriage with a penniless-it might almost be said, a homeless-girl?

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Kate had passed the greater part of the night in thinking over these questions, and she made up her mind that she would not seek to hold her lover to his engagement. Pride and a sense of duty alike told her how she should act. was a hard trial, but she made up her mind to face it. Better that than to be received upon sufferance by the mother, and become a hindrance and a burden to the son. She did not consider it necessary to consult her father on such a point-her own feelings dictated the proper line of conduct. She wrote a letter to Reginald Tresham, in which she touched briefly upon the events which her father had related to her, and told him that under these altered circumstances all must be deemed ended between them. She bade him farewell, and was careful that he should perceive that it was a very real farewell, for the letter was not sent till her departure from the Grange, and she gave no clue to the place of her retreat. Perhaps, in spite of her firmness, she nursed the secret hope that her lover would not accept this decision; but no such hope found expression in her letter. Her father would be happy, for now he would be able to dismiss from his mind the fear of losing her. If she was about to make a sacrifice, he, who had sacrificed so much for her, would at least be the happier for it.

Such were the young girl's reflections; and whether they were wise or unwise, they nerved her to

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go through the last morning at the Grange without revealing a sign of the sorrow which was at her heart. Her father was surprised at her cheerfulness she seemed full of their future plans, and drew a bright picture of the new home, and of the friends who would surround them in it. Not everybody would desert them because they were poor. There was Mr Delvar, who was himself not too much burdened with this world's goods, and whom her father rather liked, notwithstanding his innumerable vagaries and his somewhat overweening opinion of his abilities. He doubtless would still be faithful to them. And there was another friend for whom Kate herself had a very tender and gentle feeling, and whom she had of late lost sight of perhaps because another friendship had occupied her too much. This was Bernard Creek, the painter-a man who once had seemed to be bound straight for the temple of fame, but who somehow or other had never got there. From him Kate had received some instruction in the art to which she was devoted, soon after her arrival in England; but the teacher had soon recognised that he had very little to impart to so gifted a pupil, and he speedily withdrew into the background.

In early life Bernard Creek had been one of the artists who received the support and patronage of the well-known dealer, Moss Jacobs. One or two of his pictures had contained such signs of promise that Jacobs felt no hesitation in becoming his friend; and for a long time he was ready to make him advances, which were only too necessary to the struggling artist, upon the works which were projected or half commenced. There are some men who find their energies cramped and

deadened by the burden of debt, and who feel all the impetus to labour gone when they know that the reward has been disposed of before it could be earned. Of this sort was Creek. He continued to paint, because his good friend Jacobs took care that he should not be idle; but the dealer complained more and more bitterly that his works would not sell. This did not assist the flagging imagination of the poor artist. He toiled on, but it was with depressed spirits and fading hopes. Even in the darkest days, however, a few hours in the society of Kate seemed to make another man of him-the man he was before he fell in with Moss Jacobs, and before he was doomed to work, like a convict, with the cannon-ball of debt chained to his heels. Kate was right in counting upon him as a true friend, even in adversity, little as he might be able to do for them; there was not one who would have sacrificed more for her, if by any species of sacrifice her path could have been made smooth.

Mrs Talbot received her lodgers with some little nervousness, for by this time she had learnt a few particulars concerning them. The ordinary lodging house keeper would merely have seen in the circumstances of the father and daughter an unusually good opportunity for plunder. There could be an "extra" clapped on here, and another there, till even the amount of rent itself would become a secondary item in the bill. But misfortunes do not always come in battalions, and although fate had dealt Margrave a hard blow, it spared him the hardship of falling into a bandit's cave. Moreover, the rooms which he and his daughter were to occupy were at least comfortable; and Kate had not been in them many hours be

fore she contrived to give them some touch of the bright and cheerful aspect of the home which they had just lost. A few flowers arranged with a woman's taste and dexterity imparted a distant flavour of the country to the town lodgings; and some pieces of silk embroidery thrown over Mrs Talbot's commonplace furniture produced an effect which made the landlady herself fancy that she had stumbled into the wrong house when she entered her best sittingroom. It is true that luxuries were absent, but there was nothing to make the new-comers feel that they had fallen into the gulf of sordid poverty.

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From the first, however, Kate was resolved that as little as possible should be touched of the slender means still remaining to them. If she was indeed so skilful with her pencil as her friends had assured her, now was the time to turn the gift to good account. Everybody said that the opportunities of employment for women were far greater than they used to be; but when Kate sought for them, they were not so easily to be found. One day there was a tempting advertisement in the papers for a young lady who could teach drawing in a highly respectable family." She answered it, and found that somewhere amid the melancholy wilderness of Camberwell there were four daughters of a pork-butcher who were willing to be taught as much of what they called "drawring" as anybody could teach them for twelve shillings a-week. Kate at this time was reluctant to turn away from any employment, but this proposal discouraged her. Then there were offices without number which undertook to introduce ladies to remunerative occupations. But after Kate had seen the managers and

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duly paid her fees, she heard no more from them; and had she known London and its ways a little better, she would perhaps have been quite as well pleased that she did not. At last she determined to seek the advice of Creek; and the once-favoured protégé of Moss Jacobs was overjoyed to receive a note from Margrave requesting him to call and them. A summons for his instant attendance at Court to receive a commission to paint the portraits of all the Royal Family would not have been received by poor Creek with half so much pride and joy. His sketch - book contained drawing after drawing of Kate's beautiful face; unfinished portraits of her stood in a dusty corner, discarded by the artist as ludicrously unworthy of the original, whose sweet smile and irresistible eyes were seldom long absent from his thoughts. There was one portrait on his easel which he had brought nearer to completion than the others, and which had so struck the fancy of the discerning dealer that he had actually offered to pay some ready money for it, and let the old debt stand. But Creek would not hear of it. He would have gone without bread rather than have parted with that picture, all imperfect and unsatisfactory as it was in his own eyes.

At length, then, he was to see once more the object of his secret worship-and see her, too, under circumstances which encouraged a faint hope that a friendship so precious to him would not again be interrupted. She was no longer rich; that barrier was removed. The artist almost dared to recall the dreams which had once cheered his labours, but which had long been nothing more to him than a sad recollection. He waited for the appointed evening with the

impatience of one who had thus far experienced many disappointments. There was a little dinner, prepared by Mrs Talbot herself, in honour of the first visit of Margrave's friends. The menu would not have been regarded by Brillat Savarin as worthy of any particular mention, but to Creek it was a feast of the gods. What was on the table he did not much know or care; but when he saw Kate sitting opposite to him, and was greeted by her with words of hearty welcome which made him forget all the burdens which oppressed him, including Moss Jacobs, he would not have changed places in life with the President of the Royal Academy.

Kate told him of her experiences in the effort to find some occupation which would yield her a little more profit than the pork-butcher's twelve shillings a-week. The artist explained to her that she had gone the wrong way to work. "You must," he said, "go to one of the large houses which make all the fashionable furniture nowadays. They are always ready to pay for new designs of any kind, and they pay moderately well. Let me go and speak to Lintows about you. I have done something for them myself before now; they gave me twenty guineas for a new pattern for a tile for one of their fireplaces. I am sure you could have done it a great deal better."

"A capital idea," said Delvar, who was the only other visitor present, and who had the good sense to see that Kate ought to be encouraged in her purpose. "And I want to enlist you, Margrave, among my contributors-there is nothing like work for making a man forget an adverse tilt with fortune. When will you begin?"

"My dear fellow, I should neither know when nor how to begin. I have not written a line for three

years, and my hand is completely out."

"Then get it in again. Every man's hand gets out after a short spell of idleness. Choose your own field, and work in it your own way."

"But I do not agree with your politics."

"Well, then, let politics alone. You shall leave the ship of state to be managed by me. I will send you some books to review-the hardest work in the world for an editor to get done well. Every blockhead thinks he can review any book ever written and you see the stuff which is turned out. We think we manage things tolerably well in the Sentinel,' but we want new blood. That is what every editor should be looking for, from the rising of the sun even to the going down of the same. Come, take this shilling," and Delvar took out that coin from his waistcoatpocket, "and let me enlist you on the spot."

"Very well; but I will not promise that you will get even the value of your shilling."

"That will be my look-out. Recollect that you are on duty tomorrow morning. Promptness and despatch," said the editor, with mock severity, "are my only conditions. In these days books are reviewed twelve months after date. I treat them as part of my news; the fresher the reviews, the better everybody likes them-including the publishers. So now that matter is settled."

Between these two friends the evening passed away so pleasantly that Kate was sorry when it came to an end. She remembered many evenings spent amid much more brilliant surroundings, of which she had a very different recollection. He almost forgot that they were poor.

And now the days went quickly over, and still there was no reply from Reginald Tresham. He had, to all appearance, accepted Kate at her word; but it seemed to the young girl that at least one expression of farewell might have been vouchsafed to her. Margrave could see that she suffered, notwithstanding her constant endeavour to conceal it from him. But there are situations in life in which words, even from those who are dearest to each other, are of no avail. Kate made no allusion to the grief which was deep in her heart, and her father did not dare to speak. He divined what had occurred, and he knew that there was nothing to be done. And meanwhile he found some relief from his own anxieties by performing the daily task which Delvar took care should be provided for him. There were many in his position who had not even the solace of work men who needed work to provide them with their daily bread, and who were willing to do it, but could not find it. And of all lots in life, there is none so hard as that.

Kate was not long before she made her visit to the great house of Lintows which Creek had recommended to her. A member of the firm an elderly and dignified man-received her with courtesy, although he gave her no very strong encouragement. "You see," he said, "London is full of ladies who are anxious to earn a living, and who can do such work as we are able to give them fairly well. I will give you an idea." He turned over a large pile of drawings upon his desk, and Kate saw indeed that there were many competitors in the field.

"I am afraid that my chance is but a poor one,” she said.

"I do not say that. Our old friend, Mr Creek, tells me that

your gifts are quite out of the common way. Now none of the work which I have just shown you indicates anything of that kind. It is all on one dead level-neither very good nor very bad. These ladies go to a school of art and pick up a smattering of knowledge, and think that all the world will rush forward to buy their productions. I am led to think you can do better than that."

"I will try," said Kate, with a grateful glance at the worthy man who was dealing so frankly with her.

"Depend upon it, that anything you submit to us shall have fair consideration. I am always sorry when we cannot use a design sent to us by a lady. I have daughters of my own, and I think of them placed in the position of these applicants, and I find it hard to say No. But I am only a man of business, and have my master to consult, and I can assure you that the public is a hard master. And now, good day-rely at least upon our goodwill towards you."

Kate went away by no means despairing. That very evening she drew some designs for the coverings of a beautiful set of drawing-room furniture which had been shown her at the Lintows', and which had been made for a merchant in China. Some special coverings were needed, and Kate set to work with enthusiasm to prepare them. Creek came and examined them, and was delighted. But Kate more than half suspected that he could not be a harsh critic of anything which came from her hand. She thought better of his judgment when, in due time, it was confirmed by the Lintows. There came to her a very pleasant letter, enclosing an equally pleasant cheque; and thus the first start was made. No money is so bright as that which we first earn

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