It matters not its history; love has wings Like lightning, swift and fatal, and it springs Like a wild flower, where it is least expected, Existing whether cherished or rejected. L. E. L. Ralph had been waiting many minutes for Miss Belmont, but he had forgotten the lapse of time in his agitation over the meeting with Kathleen, and he rose with almost a start to meet the beautiful blonde, who hurried to him with both hands extended in rapturous greeting. "So glad," she murmured, with the loveliest upward glance, that was quite lost on Ralph, for he did not notice it, but exclaimed: "I had quite a surprise coming in just now. I met Miss Carew. So she has repented and come home?" "Yes, and no--it was only a formal call. Kathleen is so proud she will not come back to us, even for the short time before her marriage," answered Alpine. She sighed, and he echoed it; but it was of Kathleen he was thinking--bonny Kathleen. Alpine guessed it, and bit her lips, then plunged into an animated account of Uncle Ben Carew, making him appear in the most ridiculous light. "He was an impostor, of course. Mamma is quite sure that my step-father never had a brother," she said. "But Kathleen believed in him?" he asked. "Yes. Was it not strange she should let herself be deceived by such a designing schemer? She carried him off as her guest at Mrs. Stone's." He was silent, wondering if Kathleen had made a mistake, and suddenly Alpine said, sweetly: "Now please put Kathleen out of your mind and think of no one but me while you are here. Am I not your friend, and haven't I some claim on you?" Something in her tone startled him. He glanced hurriedly into her face and read as in a book all her love and longing. Her eyes met his and held them as if fascinated. While he gazed she started forward and caught his hand in hers, murmuring, hysterically: "I have betrayed myself. You know my heart now. Oh, Ralph! forgive me that I could not hide my love for you! Forgive me, and try to love me a little in return." "Good heavens!" cried the young man, aghast, withdrawing his hand hurriedly from her grasp and looking at her in consternation. But Alpine, already excited and unnerved by the scene with her brother, could not draw back now, having betrayed her secret. She cried out, pleadingly: "Do not turn from me so angrily. Is it a crime to love you--to wish for your love?" She recalled him to the fact that he was acting rudely, that he ought not to let this unhappy girl see the disgust with which she had inspired him by her avowal of love. It was most embarrassing. He longed to get away, for he did not know what to say. He was utterly abashed, and obeying a sudden impulse, sprung to his feet and turned to the door.