t eyes that looked as though they
were fresh from reading the truths of heaven before his gaze of
unmistakable admiration, and stood confused; and, as she stood, it
struck Arthur that there was something more than mere beauty of form
and feature about her--an indescribable something, a glory of
innocence, a reflection of God's own light that tinged the worship her
loveliness commanded with a touch of reverential awe.

"The angels must look like that," he thought. But he had no time to
think any more, for next moment she had gathered up her courage in
both her hands, and was speaking to him in a soft voice, of which the
tones went ringing on through all the changes of his life.

"My father told me that he had asked you to come and fish, but I did
not expect to meet you so early. I--I fear that I am disturbing you,"
and she made as though she would be going.

Arthur felt that this was a contingency to be prevented at all
hazards.

"You are Miss Caresfoot," he said, hurriedly, "are you not?"

"Yes--I am Angela; I need not ask your name, my father told it me. You
are Mr. Arthur Heigham."

"Yes. And do you know that we are cousins?" This was a slight
exaggeration, but he was glad to advance any plea to her confidence
that occurred to him.

"Yes; my father said something about our being related. I have no
relations except my cousin George, and I am very glad to make the
acquaintance of one," and she held out her hand to him in a winning
way.

He took it almost reverently.

"You cannot," he said with much sincerity, "be more glad than I am. I,
too, am without relations. Till lately I had my mother, but she died
last year."

"Were you very fond of her?" she asked, softly.

He nodded in reply, and, feeling instinctively that she was on
delicate ground, Angela pursued the conversation no further.

Meanwhile Aleck had awoke from a comfortable sleep in which he was
indulging on the other stone seat, and, coming forward, sniffed at
Angela and wagged his tail in approval--a liberty that was instantly
resented by the big raven, who had now been joined by another not
quite so large. Advancing boldly, it pecked him sharply on the tail--a
proceeding that caused Master Aleck to jump round as quickly as his
maimed condition would allow him, only to receive a still harder peck
from its companion bird; indeed, it was not until Angela intervened
with the bough of hawthorn that they would cease from their attack.

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