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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

Her, Mother's Sin

T} BY THE AUTHOR OF

"Dora Thorne," "Lady Darner's Secret," •'The Shadow of a sin," "Love .• for a Day,"etc.

through the familiar scenes they went. The first faint breath of spring was in the air, the odor of violets was wafted to them, and at times in the thick hedgerows there was agleam of the yellow primrose, while here and there a tree was bndding.

Little was said as the carriage rolled along the highway. When they cacue within sight of the river. Lord Hyde uttered a little cry. The Wray was more beautiful than usual that morning, as it rushed along, gleaming in the sunlight. Then they approached the green park gates. "What a glorious morning it is," said the lawyer. "One might fancy the sun was shining to do you honor."

Lord Hyue looked out from the carriage window at the grand old trees in the park. A sudden cry from his lips attracted the lawyer's'attention. "Look, Mr. Rigby!" he cried. "Who is thai, beautiful girl at tl*B park gates?" "A young lady staying at Poole,"he replied. Suddenly it occurred to him that in his agitation be had not said a word to Lord Hyde about the earl's plans or the visitors at the house. "Better for me to be silent now on these points," he thought. "The earl will prefer to explain it all himself. 1 need not tell Lord Hyde who they sre." "What a lovely girl!" cried* Bertie. "What an exquisite face! What glorious hair! What Is she doing?" "Feeding some half-starved robins," replied Mr. Rigby, with a laugh. "That is just like Daphne." "Daphne? Daphne?" cried the young lord impatiently. "Dapnne Erlecote—a distant relative of your fathers of whom he will tell you more by-and-by." "Daphne Erlecote?" repeated the young man. "A pretty name! She is standing just where Aunt Marcia stood when Alaric and I bade her farewell— near the two great chestnut trees."

The bare branches of the trees met above Daphne's head, their delicate tracery standing out clear and distinct •gainst the sky the sunshine fell on the golden hair which the wind had disarranged, on the beautiful face with the radiant eyes and sweet lips, on the little white hands which scattered bread and seed to the hungry birds. Daphne hear

ing the ea rriage'Vheels, turned her head.

"Good-morning, Mr. Rigby," she eried. "Why have you driven over In a •lose carriage, when the air is so balmy and the sun shining?" "1 am here on business, and I am not

——"**I'hen Daphne Averted her eyes. "How are thev all at the house this morniug, Miss firlecote?''

She laughed—such a merry, ringing laugh, that it stirred the young lord's heart. "They are all vory oross. Even the earl is put out. Some one has made away with the Times this morning, and he is naturally displeased about it. But I must go back to my birds. They are so hungry!"

And she ran off. "Some one has made away with the Times!" thought the lawyer. "That is very strange story. Who would be likely to do such a thing as that?"

He remembered what the young lord bad said—that there was a paragraph in it that morning about the passengers saved from the wreck of the "Princess Maud." The paper must surely have been taken by someone who dreaded the earl's seeing this— Lady Marcia, without doubt, always so careful and considorate for hor brother-in-law.

A sudden turn in the drive, and before them stood the grand old mansion, just *s Bertie had left it so long before. The tears sprang to the young lord's eyes. "Home once more." he said "aud, please Heaven, I will nevor leave it agalu! Oh, if Alaric were but with me, I should be happy, indeed

The carriage stopped, and from the window near the great hall door came the sound of a girl's voice Singing—rich, full, and clear. By a strange coincidence, the words sung were those of the earl's favorite song "But perhaps shall meet thee and know thee again

When the sea gives up her dead." Irene was singing it to him, Arran Darleigh leaning enraptured over her chair.

Lord Hvde looked at Mr. Rigby. "Another young lady?" be queried.

"Yes

your lordship will nnd won

ders now at Poole," said Mr. Rigby. "Now, will you sit here until I come to you? Sit well back in the carriage, lest you should be seen.'

He was terribly agitated, this young heir who had returned so suddenly to his father's house his hands trembled, his face quivered with emotion, '1\ be 90 near, aud vet not dare to enter Indeed, to be there at all without Alaric

Mr. Rigby descended slowly from the carriage: lie was suspiciously long in mounting the steps. The thought of the coming interview almost appalled him. What If he should blunder the tell ing, and the earl should die? **A woman would do it much better

than a man," be thought "1 will ask for Lady Marcia." He could her Irene singing and the earl speaking at times Arran sanga few notes in a deep, rich bass: Lady Ryeford was in the music room with them. Everything seemed just as usual there was no unusual stir or excitement evidently they had heard no news—yet Lord Hvde was at the very door, ft was the old butler, Ore v. who showed Mr. Rigby to the library,"knowing that he generally 4 saw the earl there.

The lawyer closed the door in mysteri ous silence. "Grey," be asked, "has there been news or any kind this morning?" "No, sir—none that I am aware of." "I want to see Lady Marcia Hyde, Grey. But do not let any one know I am nere just yet. My business Is Important."

No one understood his duties better than Grey. He found the means of bringing f*dy Marda to the library anseen oy any one. "I want to speak to you, Ladg Marcia, on a very important matter. You can •pare me a few minutes? Wbeteistbe earl?" inquired the lawyer.

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CHAPTER XXXV.

**«6OD NEWS, YKT BOTH SHED TBABS.

The carriage came to the door, and the two men took their places. "Tell the man to drive slowly," said l«ord Hyde.

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•'What a fancy, Thane!" she said. "It may be the brightness of the morning reflected on my face."

Then Lord Cradoc waited to see whether Mr. Rigby's presenoe was due to any matter of business, or if he had simply called as a matter of compliment after the dinner party. But the lawyer said nothing. His cheery, kindly face was pale ana anxious now that he was face to face with his task.

"In the music room with Miss Rye-, She felt a tremor pass over the old man ford," she replied, wondering a Htolle at "Saved? My Bertie? Yon are sure, his evident agitation and troubled face. Marcia, my dear—quite sure? If there "I hope," he said, "that we shall not should be any mistake now it would be be interrupted. I feel this is a mattter my death. It would kill me—it would indeed!"

of life or death. "life or death!" repeated Lady Marcia. "You alarm me. Death has been cruel to ns. What is the matter, Mr. Bigbv?" "Nothing in the sense of disaster," be told her—"nothing in the shape of sor-

could be brought even by an angel from heaven, what should you imagine it would be?" "I do not see how there can beany happy meesages for ns in this world, said Lady Marcia. "1 cannot tell what you mean, Mr. Rigby." "What was the greatest trouble of yonr life?" he asked, gently.

She looked at him reproachfully. "You know well. Why allude to

YOU

Know wen. wny aiiuae

A tremor passed over her. "I thought it was that. Be quick, Mr. Rigby." "One of them was saved only one was drowned—not both. Bertie is at home again."

He was not surprised that she made him no answer, but fell upon her knees and sobbed out* her gratitude to heaven. He stood by her in silence for a few minutes then he said to her gently:

Forgive me, Lady Marcia but every moment is precious. I must tell the earl, and I am seriously afraid that the surprise may be fatal to him. I want you to help me.". "You must give me a few minutes, and then I will," she replied. She stooa perfectly still for a brier space—whether she was praying or weeping, or thinking, be could not tell. Then she turned tonim. "I am ready," she said. "I will send for the earl."

It was some few minutes before the earl entered the room. He looked up in

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Then, seeing Mr. Rigby's face, she ran ^Whata different toward him.

glad" Mils'beautiful

morning/'he said. "What a difference sunshine makes! Why, Marcia," he cried, suddenly catching sight of her, "whatis the matter with you?" "Nothing," she replied. "But, my dear Marcia, you look^so UHSUaealrahiw

Have a glass of sherry, Rigby," said the earl. "I will join you." The sherry was brought and drunk still no word was spoken. For the first time in bis life the lawyer had lost his courage. The sight of the pale, highbred face of the old earl, the white hair, the thin hands, struck him as it never had before. Suddenly he remembered the Times. "Has your lordship seen the Times this moruiug?" he asked. "No and Lord Cradoc told the story of the disappearance of his favorite newsstrange!" remarked the lawver. wd's^Tn Mp'ression of afce-stricken "One would think there was something wonder. He would say, hal apologetiin it that your friends wished you not to call^

Tltr^ri^kedU^r^ir in^nt. and gave vent to along deei sigh. .... m— _.,i a The young lord was quity rest bis head on his fat what a sa^ thing it is'that the^nations of this earth cannot let each other rest in

The news I speak of does not affect nations," said Mr. Rigby, quietly. "Indeed! I Marcia, my dear, why are you looking at me in that strange way? You perplex me." "The ttews concerns us, Thane," she said. "Us? My dear, I was very near saying, 'Impossible!' but, if you affirm it—" He appeared then to awake to the idea that Moiuething very remarkable had occurred. His face changed rapidly the thin, white hands began to tremble.

What ts it?" he cried. "Rigby. Marcia, what is it?" "We have some news for you, my dear," she said gently, kneeling dewn by his side. "It may be very good you must judge of that when you hear it, and you shall bear it when you are calm." "Why, Marda, the tears are raining down your face!" "Never mind my tears, dear," she said, bravely. "And you, Rigby—surely you have tears In your eyes,' "I, your lordsbipf stammered theold lawyer.

Yes, vou. You say you bring me news, yet you both shed tears, news should produce smiles, not

They were both silent, but Lady Marda's face was radiant. "Do you remember King David," she said—"how he cried by night and day. 'Absalom, my son. Absalom!'? Yet be*veu did not give his son back to his

remember," answered the earl, trembling violently from bead to foot. Is of them, Marcia? be cried, taking -a in his bands and looking earn-

ber estl Tell pn»»

stow news

"M *-»re we**\««» d.M

,to it» "Is of tbetn, my dear? lawjjwr^'yoo.t?^

quite slowly, 'for me."

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"There is no mistake," said Mr. Rigby "I have seen him." A vivid flush came to the worn face, an eager light into the dim eyes. "Seen htm? Your own eyes have

row—just the contrary. Suppose yon looked on him? Oh, bring him to me! had to deliver the happiest message that Let me see him, too!" ...

And, while Mr. Rigby went to fetch Bertie, the earl bowed his head on Lady Marcia's shoulder and wept aloud.

CHAPTER XXXYI.

"JIT SON GIVKN BACK FROM THE CRUKL

SEA."

"I hope," said Bertie Hyde, as the lawyer, with agitated face, stood at the carriage door, "that this most unexpect-

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Lady Marcia gazed earn

was eloquent. estlyat him.

that?" she asked and her eyes filled with ed occurrence will not hurt my father.' tgajg "I hope not I think not. Lady Marcia "He was silent but the very silence is with him. But you look very illyourself. Lord Hyde." "It is almost too much for me

—1 very

"It cannot have anything to do with you believe that, even while I was all that she said. out drowning, I saw the the doors of the "It has indeed something to do with old house open to welcome me again? a a a re a id in your life now what would be the greatest "Think of your brave brother's words, blessing?" 'Stand firm, Bertie!' said Mr. Rigby,

She grew very pale, and stretched out cheerfully. her hands as though her sight was fail- He felt that the young man's whole ing. Quickly he drew a cha*r forward, body trembled as be helped him to alight "Pray be seated, Lady Marcia," he from the carriage. said, "and pray becalm. I have a most "lam like a baby now I shall be a difficult task before me, and, unless you man presently," returned the young come to my aid, I shall make a. blunder lord.

of it, and then there will be terrible mis chief. Do not fail me. I have asked for your help because I feel I can rely upon vou as one of the most capable women I know." "You must not keep me in suspense," she returned, in a low voice. "I can bear anything but that—the sharpest grief, the bitterest pain. Anything is better than suspense. Tell me in lew words what you have to say I can bear it." She looked deathly pale, but calm and collected. "I have to tell you some of the very best news in the world," he said "it is concerning the Princess Maud."

He placed strong restraint on himself, for be had difficulty to prevent himself from crying like a woman. They passed through the great hall, one or two servants whom they met looking after them in amazement. The silence of the house was unbroken, save by the ripple of song from the music-room and the occasional sound of a woman laugh "This way," said Mr. Rigby. father is here, Lord Hyde."

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They entered the grand old hall, where

hung the ancient trophies of the race, the banners that had been foremost on many a battle-field, the spears and lances swords and suits of ancient armor, telling of many an heroic deed. The groined roof, the stained-glass windows, the spoils from the bunting-field—how familiar they were to him! 'Home, sweet home!'" he repeated to himself—there is no place like home!'

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Then he opened the door and they entered the room. When Bertie saw the white head and the tear-stained face, in one moment he was by hia father's side, and, with a rapturous cry, the old earl opened his arms and clasped bis loving son to his breast.

There was silence, broken only by his low murmured words: "What shall I say to you, tpy son—my son given back to me from the sea—the

cruel, angry sea-my son thi light of my1 go ey^,'theVy ofmy W?": JlSSSff. He kissed the

lir as though b®?'?r®_?

ooy again. He paused, faint' wltu exdtement and delight. Then Lady Marcia cried: 7 ,,. "Spare him to me, Thanei Spare the boy to me!"

And, when Bertie was once Aunt Marcia's embrace, it war long ere he emerged from it again. Her greoti was that of a loving mother.

Bertie," he said, "you given back to us from the yxnfr itfstiofifritr Ttm rejOTCff looking at you. My dear yon are, how pale! What |s this scar— oh, my Bertie, what is it?" "Nothing but the scar received as I was being drr the 'Victor.' There was a ttavy and as they were raising Be

a wound

water a wave flung me againt, the vessel. That was what caused my bss of reason," he explained.

Then the earl wished to 1 wound but Mr. Rigby sug they should not just at pr Lord Hyde of his escape fro on any other exciting topic

So tor an hour they sat, saypg little— at times quite silent, while atbthers the earl talked to his son. They Vere touched with pity for the old nan, for he would talk to Bertie and caiass him as though be were a child. ere .was a strange, almost incredulous ook on the

••That la emirnalv DO«»sible Lord Cra- tie lad given track to me frtm the sea." doc«fd,.23™/ Tdo not know itat }°£S *°"n any news in the world now would either f®ce» Where is Alaric? he isked. It Huy uw wo mo seems so strange to see you 1 ere without him. You were always tog« iher, Alaric and you." Then he,seemea remember

greatly depress or greatly please me." "I have heard there is some news of a startling kind,' observed Mr. Rigby.

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Tbeearl threw his arms'aroutd him. "Let me feel tbat I have you safe before I tell you," he said. "When we believed that our dear boys were both lost, we had to think of the estate, of the name and tbe future of one of tbe oldest houses in England. It was a sore puzzle to us but it had to be faced, and to Mr. Rigby the credit is due of finding for us two of tbe most charming relatives in tbe world." "Tbat was very clever of you, Mr. Rigby," said tbe young lord laughing. "If I had not found somebody," remarked the lawyer, "Lord Cradoc would have broken his heart over the family name." "1 think my heart was broken," said tbeearl gentlj "but Heaven has sent one of my boys to beal it, Mr. Rigby discovered two distant cousins of mine, Bertie, one of whom was still living, the other dead. There was in each case an only daughter, and it was resolved that we should from these two select tbe one best fitted to be my successor. We invited them both here and after studying them closely, we all three arrived at the same conclusion—tbat we loved one tbe best, but admired the other most. So, acting as 1 thought for the interest of tbe house. I made Irene Ryeford my heiress and successor." "Irene Ryeford?" questioned the young lord. "The name is strange to me. Yoo

"What shall we do with the girls," repeated Lady Marcia, "now that we have our boy back againl" "We must mak' them both happy," said the earl. "Perhaps," remarked Lord Hyde, "the^r will not be over-delighted to see

"No, no, no!" cried Lady Marda. "Daphne has told me again and again that she would willingly have given her life, if such a thing could have been, for the earl to have had his sons spared to him." "Daphne said that!" exclaimed the yonng lord. "What a noble, generous girl she must to!" "She is indeea," said the earl and then in justice to Irene, he added, "but not more so than Irene." "It is.almostlikecoming home to one's own sisters," said the voung lord. "I wonder how they will like me?" "There is small cause for doubt on that score," answered the earl. "Why Daphne is in love with your portrait!" "Yes,"said Lady Marcia "I have heard her say that she cared more for ycur pictured face than for any living one." "She said that when she thought I was dead, aunt Marda?" "Yes, my dear, of course she did," replied that lady gently.

Then the increasing pallor of the worn young face attracted the earl's attention. "You must lie down and rest, Bertie," he said "you look far from well," "I must sleep," observed Lord Hyde, as he staggered to the sofa. When the pain comes on, it seems to go straight from the wound to my brain, and I feel that if I do not sleep I shall die."

They watched him in silence while he lay upon the couch. In less than a minute he was fast asleep, and the pallor of his face was ghastly to see. "It is a bad sign," said Lady Marcia. "We must have a physician there at once. There is something wrong with the wound."

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hope that Heaven having brought

hope that Heaven having

bii back to you, will spare to you sJI the lawyer earnestly "but he will ,nt great care."

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ited tbat it talk to death, or

struck"by tbe pallor of the ycjng lord's face. He could not help thinliug again aud again to himself: Howjif he had only come to die?

CHAPTER XXXVII.

"DAPHNE MUST BE YOUR DOCTOR. The library windows opened upon the terrace, aud Daphne, as she returned from her walk, looked in. She usually did so, and if the earl was there, she

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content to ir's breast.

Presently Lady Mai cia aske£: "What shall we do with the girls?" And there was such a puzzled expression on her face tbat Mr. Rigby laughed, and the earl smiled. That sniile brought him back from the regloil of dreams. "What shall we do with th^n?" repeated Lady Marda, in dismay. "Of whom are you speaking?" asked the young lord.

arDOb,

be added, turning to tbe told me ioe Erlecote," interrupted Mr.

Rigby, "was the young lady we met at

irs of tbe vessel." she said.!tbe fsurk 8*tea, ^J9lber»_tbe drowned, but one or two 'unsuccessful candidate, said

me! 1 %ds, my lads—oh, my brave, der be cried. hare never met ooe like bet\ drowned, and one was saved.' "I could have fancied, saWLord Ah-«. i-T Alaric, Ilea beneath the Hyde, '•that ahe was a seraph standing w»v«« .fertie-Bertie was saved.** at tbe gates to welcome me heme."

I Mr. Rig-

Sbe Is one of tbe dearest and loveliest

grls la the world,cried the earl "I

Lady Marcia," she cried "who

is that lying on the couch In the library? I am frightened to death!" »«"d she clung convulsively to tbe proW tm^ arms.

Lady Marda covered the beautiful face with kisses. My darling," she cried, we are so happy—weareso unutterably happy, so entirely happy! How atn Itsellyou "But who is it, Lady Marcia? "Bertie Hyde I" she repeated, the words seeming to daze her. ''Bertie Hvde She withdrew herself from the chap of Lady Marcia's arms, and looked

"He

was

She could not refuse any longer, and therefore went with Lady Marda into the library. "How ill he looks, Lady Marcia remarked Daphne, as they stood together watching bim. "We must take care of .him," said Lady Marcia. "Mr. Rigby seems nervous about him but think he will grow strong. Do you see this cruel wound, Dapnne And they bent over the sleeper.

Suddenly his blue eyes opened. "Daphne!" he cried, bis eyes shining brightly. "Daphne!" And with sudden impulse he drew the beautiful face down to his and kissed it then started up, confused at his own audsdty.

Daphne blushed, and looked appealingly at Lady Marda. "Never mind," she said, laughingly. "It is his welcome home." "Forgive me, Daphne," he begged. "I have confessed that I could have thought you a seraph when I saw you at the park gates, and I think I must plead that, when half awake, I saw the selfsame beautiful face bending over me, I was scarcely responsible for my actions. I hope you are not angry, Daphne "Angry? No!" cried Lady Marcia. "She will give you a welcome herself. You are her kinsman, restored to y' from the depths of the sea," and sv looked at Daphne in a way which girl rightly interpreted—he mustX.. distressed or agitated.

Daphne bent her head and tp ®f $ forehead with her lips. He-®8"8*?-back on the couch as thow*1 "Thank you," he sakHK smile "that is a ch#byr fhlt home, Daphne. Yq^

that is one

ne so dee

""How thin he is! How much h^\ ^1 could almost think

ab-

did so, ana 11 one with color in his face, and not with went to him, and told him of all she had such thin, transparent hands. seen dunng her walk. He liked to lis- "Aunt Marcia," he put in, with •i lovten as she chatted about the birdsand ing smile, "is she to call me Lord rh« flowers: she knew the haunts of the Hyde'?

believ«d to be the earl's. The countess?" Lord Hyde rewarked, after face was turned from her one arm was pause, thrown carelessly over the head. •'He is not well," she said to herself— for Lord Cradoc was not accustomed to Bleep in the day time

She opened the door very quietly, lest she should awake him but he did not I

move or stir. He must be ill, to sleep so I help disagreeing with them*. How could soundly, and she hesitated to approach Aunt Marcia have made such a misUke? him She could not see his face^-the 11 should have voted for you, Daphne, sleeve of hiaMBoat covered it but surely "I do not think you would if you —and Daphne'sbeart bounded with fear knew n#e better. I am in no way quali-

dark hair lying on the vel- fled for a countess.

vet nillow—a head covered with cluster- "Why, Bertie, cried Lady Marcia, as in$r dark bair, and not the earl's white he laughed, "you look better already! I ing oara uair, ^apbne

bead? The sleeper turned with a deep moan, and Jis arm fell by his side. Daphne's heart almost stood still with fear. She was rooted to the floor utter a sound she could not. She was powerless with a great dread. Surely the face in the picture was lying there—theself-same the ideal forehead, the beautiful brow, the proud, tender mouth—but white and thin more like the face of a dead than of

a livln^^an, with anangry scar on the I Its bankaJ

white temple, and deeply lined with pain. She would have cried out but a terrible fear restrained her. Who was it? She was brave enough by nature, but she turned to fly. Just outside the door she met Lady Marcia, and she flung her-

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not want us now, Lady Marcia, "she said. "We shall have to run away." "Yoo shall never leave me again, Daphne. If I can h*lp It," said Lady Marcia, kisoing tbe sweet face. "Come with me, dear, and see him. How often have we gated at tbe lace in tbe picture, little dreaming tbat we should ever see it in life!"

She caught Daphne's band In bos but the young girl drew back shyly. Her passionate love of tbe picture was uppermost In ber mind. "Oh. no, Lady Marda I do no* like to go!"' shesMid. ... "But yoo most, my dear. He will not swake. He is ill, Daphne. OHM with me."

olher tbat 1

kDoSr"8"7 "kX" Lady «it in hua jfii see the resemblance Marcia. "Yqi«

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suffered!" eaid Lady Marda. ,' re- when you smile, besaid- I could in"He will want plenty of g»Oke. deed," and he laid bis hand gent on turned Mr. Rigby, to whom the fair white brow. Dwbne not "He shall have it," she saitne way in shrink from the touch. "He fell asleep just in tharked "and brow, and your eyes are like 13ia--deepHr my office," Mr. Rigby.«» pain came, it blue, with a world of P»th°8 ^eir he told me that, wbeijing sensation of clear depthB. I like, to brought this overpo'when he sleeps he eyes. How clear and ,^"|

weariness with itue Bhipwreck and his Are you sorry that I have come back 1 I Daphne?" he asked suddenly. "Sorry!" she cried, and in the fullness of her heart she knelt down by his side and took his thin, white bands in hers "Sorry, Lord Hyde How cruel of you even, to think such a thing possible am far happier than ever I was about anything in my whole life. How could

dreams always o? brother." year away," said Lady "That wilh he has been at iiome Marcia, "jfad has had cheerful sodety. some tii% better perhaps for you to It wotf

him. He will be less agi-

leav^ben he awakes." ta^ou are right," agreed the earl. Come with me, Rigby. Before I tell

,M.arc!a'"

out for a few min- happiness is dearer to me than anything air my brain is per-1 else. I have often said, and truly, that Yoo /o not think,I would give my life, 1!

Rigt^i" he"added, with sudden wistful for him to have his sons back with pat die'

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-a-e .. er's name saddened him, and not think-

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he*5aid

"Yoj^ne has Alaric's face. How You are not a near relative strtftt, Daphne

They looked at him in silence, the same thought in the mind of each—that he had come home only to die. Tbeearl thrust the thought from him but look-jcond cousin of Lord Cradoc rath ing at his son's face, he felt there wait is^ from her that I have the Cradoc

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mother, Annabel^ Hyde, was

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Heaven bless you, Dapbnel sweet it is to hear such words! Alaric would have loved you!" "And so will you," she said, soothing ly seeing how the mention of his broth-

I den tervor. "How pl«—ntit must be

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sure she will, replied Lady Mar-

cia, speaking for her. "Let her answer for herself, Aunt Marcia, or perhaps she will repent." "I do answer for myself," said Daphce. "I will be a sister to you, and I will do all in my power to help, amuse and cheer you," she addod. "Wo shall havi: quite another Lord Hyde in a short time

and the heron, and often en- »1 think not, Bertie was the answer,

him for hours togei her with an- given with one of. Lady Marcia hapecdotes of theshy, beautiful birds. Look- piest looks, "since you are to be brother intrin carelessly as she passed by this and sister." morning she saw on the couch a figure "So, Daphne, they did not elect you

•No," she replied, with a happy^little

laugh "they did not indeed. They found me wanting in tbe necessary qualifications, while Irene wss abundantly endowed with them." "Without having seen Irene, I cannot

mugt your

doctor.'

"I will, with pleasure," she said. "You will be better soon, Loid Hyde, I am sure, for spring is tbe loveliest time in the year. The violets are out and tbe banks of the river are carpeted with primroses "Go on, Daphne tell me about the river, for Alaric and I loved it." "It is beautiful to-day,^"shecontinued.

It is very full, running swiftly between

If'you1could

nor

walk as far as

am Bnre it would do

the river to-day, I am sure it would do

y"U\$jlli you accompany me?" be asked. Daphne was very read^

"Certainlj. —r promise him anything just then. will" go* anywhere''you "wish. I believe

wir^leT^nrand'trembling, into her that I have found^out every lovely nook

in the grounds. Do you know the Heron's Pool?" "Tbat was Alaric's favorite spot," he remarked. "Do you go there often,

Almost every day, "she replied. "At first the herons were alarmed at tbe sight of me but now they will let me feed tbem." "Is there still something on tbe bank like a half-ruined wigwam?" be asked. "Yes I have often wondered what it was," she answered. "That was our favorite play-nlaoe-r-Alaric's and mine. When Robinson

at her. "Bertie Hyde, Lord Cradoc's Crusoe and his man Friday were'played... son! How can that be, when he was out.' we became Indian chiefs, drowned at a wigwam.

not drowned Daphne," said I smoked thero."

bow

Many

hanov Ladv Marda. "Thanks be to "I thought it had been something of H^ven, he was saved almost by a mlra- the kind,'"said Daphne. "It is a favorite demand we trust will soon be well!" jspot of mine, sna I,shall lise it better "Rflrttn Hvde livine! Ob, Lady Mar-j than ever now." ria. bow glaU

a'pipe of peace'we

tlfankfal I am! How While they were talking thus happily

hap^ tbe»rl most be Iamsogladr' "^brightly, tbeearl ^imparting the

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