The Worshipful Master.

Miss Pentreath and the other ladies said it was very foolish , and they should all go away if they attempted to go up . Lord Esme hesitated , but seeing , by a look from his companion , that he evidently thought he dare not climb , he suddenly turned to Asellya , and said , "Do you remember that story of Sir Walter Raleigh , or the Earl of Leicester , or . Essex , or one of those fellows , who wrote with a diamond on a

glass'I fain would climb but that I fear to fall . ' . " "Yes , " said she , "and Queen Elizabeth wrote underneath' Who fears to rise had best not climb at all . ' Was not that it ? . " " Penhaligon , give me a help up , will you , " said the youug lord , with a look full of meaning at his fair cousin .

" Certainly , why not- ? " Diggory had already clambered up , had got to the first story , climbed up the stairs into the second story , and stood for a moment at the doorway with the moon full upon him . Lord Esme followed . It was dangerous work . The stones were old and loose ; five hundred years had not steadied the structure , and a false step on a

broken stair would probably prove fatal . However , they got down again quite safely , until Lord Esme called gut to his friend Penhaligon that he was going to jump from the lower storey , about ten feet . Before they could warn him not to do so he had leapecl down , missed his footing on the jagged rock below , and would probably have rolled over into the water had not Asellya caught him . When they raised him his

head was bleeding , and they found he had severely sprained his ankle . Miss Penhaligon looked pale as death , but was quite composed ; whilst Miss Pentreath , who was generally supposed to be the strong-minded one , gave a little scream . They helped him up the cliff with great difficiilty , and intended to take him up to Mr . Pentreath ' s , but when they got into the road they met a trap which had just been taking some tourists to lodgings at Harbour-terrace , close by , and Dr . Penhaligon insisted that his friend , who he considered was his patient , should be taken to the Rectory .

, It was a very bad sprain , and Lord Esme had to lie on the sofa for six or eight days , but as Asellya sometimes read or played to him , and lent him her alburn to look at , in which she had painted some wild flowers exquisitely , which he admired , or said he did , very much , the time did not seem to hang very heavily on them ; and they were left , either by accident or design , very much to themselves . Probabl y the former , as Mrs . Penhaligon worked a good deal in the parishand the Rector was as frequentlabsent .

, y "Do you like these things , " he said to her , pointing to a group of arms she had painted very cleverly and naturally ? " What ! lords and ladies ? Yes , very much . " " In real life , " he asked . " I only know one lord , " she said , archly . " And do yon like him ? "

" I shall not tell yon , " she answered , as she left the room . ( To he continued . )