Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 20 August 1885 — Page 9

A FAMILY AFFAIR.

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By HUGH CONWAlf

Author of "Called Back" and "Dark ,, Days."

So when Miss Clauson refused to go to London she extricated her uncles from a dilemma. She stayed at Hazelwood House, and for five weeks ruled Whlttaker and the other servants as well as she could.

The Talberts had now settled down for the remainder of the year. Autumn or winter would make little difference to them. They were not, as may easily be imagined, enthusiastic sportsmen. Sometimes they accepted an invitation for a day or two's shooting but that acceptance depended more on the quality of the host than on that of the sport. Although when they did shoot, they shot fairly well—as they did most other thingsIt may be taken for granted that their knowledge of the proper treatment of game was more valuable when the game was lying in the larder than when it was flying or running about. They could advise you how to baste a hare much better than how to •hoot him. So it was that after their visit to London they looked upon themselves as pretty well fixed at Hazelwood House until the next spring.

Beatrice was now just past 22. It really was high time that a suitor came, and the "Tabbies," who could easily have adapted their feminine gifts to matchmaking, began to think over the eligible young men in the county.

Then fate produced someone, whom, until now, she had kept in tha background. But whether eligible or not is a matter we must discover by and by.

Beatrice entering the library one morning early in August found her uncles in high conclave. She saw at once that something had happened, and for the moment feared to hear that the red currant jelly recently made from their own receipt, and almost under their own supervision, had turned mouldy. It was not that Miss Clauson was particularly fond of red currant jelly, her fears were simply on account of the distress such a» catastrophe would cause her uncles'kindly natures. However, the matter was not so serious

Old Talbert's half-sister, who was some years younger than himself, married, just before the successful coup came off, a man named Carruthers. It was no great match, and if Mr. Carruthers found domestic bliss It was well that he made his matrimonial arrangements before the "boom" in oil, tobacco, corn or whatever it was, sent Mr. Talbert tc Isazlewoocl Mouse and county society. Had he deferred it till then tho chances are that Mr. Talbert would havo insisted on his sister doing better for Carruthers had only a moderate fixed income as manager of some works in the north.

Somehow after her marriage his half-sister slipped away from Mr. Talbert's life. As whole sisters and brothers so often do the same this fact Is not astonishing. Mrs. Carruthers had several children—but one after another they died off. She wrote to her half-brother announcing the birth or the death of each. He answered her letters in a congratulatory or consolatory way as the occasion required. This was about all the correspondence which passed between them. When Horace and Herbert were lanky boys in Eton jackets and round collars Frank Carruthers was born, and actually lived long enough to give promise of growing up. Indeed, his father before he died saw his only surviving child a strapping young fellow of seventeen.

Mr. Carruthers left his widow an annuity for life and a few hundreds in ready money. She lived well within her income and expended her capital in finishing her son's education. She may have had some of old Talbert's views of things in general, although lacking his means of caiTying them out Anyway she sent her boy to Oxford. There, for three or four terms, he behaved disgracefully.

He got into scrapes, difficulties and debt. 60 far, indeed, Into the last that his mother for the first and only time in her life applied to Mr. Talbert for assistance. This wasgiven readily, and the young man was once mors set off straight.

Then suddenly Mrs. Carruthers died. Out of her annuity she had saved enough each year to pay a premium of assurance, and Frank, when just twenty-one, found that her foresight and love put him in possession of some seventeen hundred pounds.

Whatever his faults might have been he was passionately attached to his mother. Her death seemed to make a changed man of him. He immediately paid back Mr. Talbert's loan—better still, he went to work like a horse—an intellectual horse, of course. The consequence was that he became one of the most shining lights of his year, and was in due time rewarded by a fellowship.

This was lucky for after having repaid Mr. Talbert lie had only enough money left to carry him to the end of his Oxford course.

Eventually he settled down to try and make his living, or augment the emoluments of his fellowship, as an Oxford ''coach." At that particular time the supply of coaches was beyond the demand, so for some years, in spite of his brilliant reputation, passengers— or pupils—were few. But he stuck to the business, and latterly bad been given as much, even more, than he could manage. HenCe the overwork.

All this Uncle Horace told Beatrice in his own fashion—all oxcopt tho wilfl-oat episode. That was past and gone Frank was now a successful man, so his youthful sins might bo forgotten.

Beatrice until now knew nothing about her fractional cousin. An intermittent and languishing correspondence had existed between her mother and Mrs. Carruthers, but upon

the aeath of his first wire BIT Maingay oaa not the least interest in keeping up' any form of relationship with Mrs. Carruthers. It is doubtful whether ho even knew of her existence. The Talberts, who were far too proud to disown any of her kin, had met the young maw several times and had liked what they had seen of him. They bad asked him to Oakbury, and after excusing himself once or twice he was now coming there. "Is he a clergyman f' asked Beatrice. "Ho must be, I suppose." "No," said Herbert. "He never took orders. The fellowship he holds did not make that indispensable." "They ought all to be like that," said Beatrice. "Men oughtn't to be forced or bribed to enter the church. Besides," continued she, "they ought not to make a man give up his fellowship when ho marries. 11st as he wants more monoy they tako it from him. He must either give up his wife 01* his income."

Miss Clauson was growing quite a philosopher on the subject of marriage. She 3poke about it as if it were an impossibility that she herself would ever be interested iu tho matter. "My dear," said uncle Horace, gallantly,

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imagined. Uncle Horace handed her an open letter. "Read that, my dear, and tell us how we shall answer it." She read the following: "Dear Mr. Talbert: You and your brother have several times asked me to pay yon a visit. May I come for a week or two this vacation? I am rather knocked up by hard work, and my doctor tells mo I had better spend some time in a quiet ftlace in the country. So I remembered your kind invitation, and if quite convenient to you would come straight from Oxford to your house. Of course, although rather overworked, I am not an invalid, or I should not think of trespassing on you. Yours sincerely, Frank Carruthers." 'Who is Frank Carruthers asked Beatrice. "Some relation to us, is he not?" "His mother was toy father's half-sister." "What relation does that make him to mef

Herbert stroked his beard and grappled with the problem. "He must be your half first cousin once removed," he said at last. "Exactly so," said Horace.

This point being settled, Miss Clauson requested further information about Mr. Carruthers. Thereupon Horace went into family history, which it will perhaps be better for us to look up on our own account. On such occasions Horace was apt to become rather prosy.

don't think a man would consider two hundred a year a great sacrifice if you were in tha question."

She smiled faintly at the compliment. "Still the system must be bad," she said. "It might lead to all sorts of nnhappiness. A man might keep bis marriage a dead secret— might not marry at all. All sorts of misery might result." "You may be sure," said Herbert, "what Is is best." "Exactly so," said Horace. "I am sure it is bad," she said, decisively.

Miss Clauson must have been in advance of her day, the authorities now having in a great measure adopted her views and changed the system. "Shall weT writeand tell him to comer asked Horace. "It won't be any annoyance to you?" "Why should it be—what difference will it make? Ask him, by all means."

Then, hearing the patter of little feet outside, she left her uncles to answer their letters, and in a few minutes was out in the garden romping with the child.

Horace wrote a beautifully worded letter to Frank Carruthers, expressing the pleasure he and his brother felt at hearing of the promised visit. He begged him to fix his own day for coming, and to stay as long as he conveniently could. The letter was handed to Herbert for perusal ind approval. Herbert read it, and after nodding his head continued to hold the letter in his hand, whilst a kind of puzzled, thoughtful look spread over his face.

Strange to say, Horace also fell into a reverie. For some ten minutes the two brothers sat facing one another, stroking their beards. If that vulgar wretch from whose rank mind that feline nickname first sprung could have teen them he would, I am afraid, have been quite satisfied that he had chosen an appropriate designation when he dubbed them th« "Tabbies."

Herbert and Horace knew without speaking that their thoughts were running in parallel lines. They often thought of the same thing without a previous word on the subject. The similarity of their natures, no doubt,accotio wd for this. "Herbert," said Horace at last, "youar* thinking of what Beatrice said?" "Yes, I am." "So am I. It seemed a revelation, hut we oughtn't to jump at conclusions." "No," said Herbert, "but the fact remains Some four years ago he had nothing but his fellowship to live upon." "You are right, nothing. Beatrice spoke justly. She may by chance have struck the mark." "I am afraid so. Still, we must not he hasty. Yet, whoever sent tb» child must have fancied it had some claim on us." "It is ridiculous to suppose that an entire itranger would have done such a thing." "Quite so," said Herbert. "He may have been much tempted at that time have been driven to his wits' end. It is a sad affair let us try and piece it together."

Then, like a couple of old women, they began to construct their new theory. "We will say," began Horace, "he was mar* ried four years ago."

"Yet was dishonorablo enough to conceal it, so that ho might hold his fellowship." "Of course this i3 all supposition," said Horaco. The wcrd dishonorable in connection with one of his own kii grated on his ear. "Exactly so," said Herbert. "I should suspect that lii3 wife died—perhaps recently, perhaps shortly after the birth of the child." "The latter, I should think. Frank makes a large income now, and could afford to give up two hundred a year." "Yes," said Herbert, "the wife died after the birth of the boy. The elder the child got the more trouble ho found it to conceal its identity. Thereupon ho sends it to us, trusting we may keep it." "And now," capped Herbert, "after declining former invitations, he comes to u* himself. The further we pursue the matter the clearer it becomes.

They were quite in a state of mild excitement. That they could draw logical inferences we have seen by the affair of Ann Jenkins'stockings. The brothers had both been distressed that all their speculations as to little Harry's origin had fallen to the ground for want of proper support. Now at last, was a -theory which, if it reflected dishonor on a connection of theirs, was at least tenable. It was improbable, but the whole affair wat so monstrous that it needed an improbability to account for it. They absolutely argued themselves into believing they had found the truth. "Didcotis the junction for Oxford," continued Herbert, after a pause. "Besides," said Horace, "we cannot forget that his conduct once was not what it should have been."

That's the worst of going wrong. No amount of straight running will make people cease to look at times askance. The work of reformation is child's play to that of making your friends believe you have reformed.

Therefore Horace Talbert's remark was 4 clincher. Herbert toyed with the open letter. "Shall we send this?" he asked.

They fell to stroking their beards once more, and continued the operation until the natural kindliness of their hearts reasserted itself. "After all," said Herbert, "it is all jpurely conjoctural." "Completely so." "Ho had better come, that" "I think so. Besides, it will give us an opportunity of seeing him with the child surely the instincts of paternity must show themselves." "They are supposed to be very strong."

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paternity, these remarks were made in a doubtful tone, were subject to correction. The polite letter was sent, and a week after the ending of the Trinity term the young Oxford tutor packed up his things and started for Oakbury. ..

As tnere is no occasion to make superfluous mysteries, it may at once ho said that Frank Carruthers know no moro of the existence of the child whom his amiablo unclc3 had arguod themselves into believing to bo in some way his property than ho knew of—for tho sake of a simile—say the presence

Houso of a gray-eyod girl, whose beauty would satisfy every demand

She had not even the interest which falls to the lot of hostess in preparing for the arrival of a guest. Herbert himself had seen that tho large feather bed in the chintz room had been carried down and aired at the -kitchen fine. He had with his own hands given out the needful blankets, counterpanes, sheets and pillow cases had even looked tc the match box and pin cusliiou. 80, with something akin to indifference

Beatrice saw the lodge gate open and Hpracc bring the horses and large wagonette up tc the door. She noticed that the young man who sat beside him looked rather pale an washed out. She saw several |ortmanteaui handed out, and so came to the conclusion ha intended making a long stay. Then she rosumed the book she was reading. It was far more interesting than any young man.

Nor was she disturbed for some time. It wan close upon the dinner—indeed, Beatrice was already dressed so tho Talberts took their guest to his room, and left him to make his evening toilet. Just before the gong sounded the three men entered the drawingroom, and Frank was duly presented to MLu Clausen.

When a young man and woman know it is thoir fate to spend several weeks together in a country house, and when thoro a family connection between them, it is no use commencing by being distant to one another. At least, so thought Frank Carruthers, for he shook hands with Miss Clauson, and began talking to her as if he had known her all his life. Beatrice felt suro he meant to presume on his relationship.

Still she was very civil and kind to him and welcomed him to Oakbury. By and by, in the course of his easy conversation, he made what struck her as being an original remark. What it was is not recorded, but, as original remarks grow scarcer every day, any young man who makes one a minute after his first introduction to a young lady is somethiug out of the common run. So Beatrice for the first time really looked to see what he was like. You may depend he bad made up his mind about her looks at onco.

He was pale and appeared thin and overworked. By tho side of Horaco nnd Horlwrt he seemed a short, slight man, although ha was quite middle height, and if thin had plenty of muscle. He was very luindsome in his own style and had a clever, intellect!look in his face His eyes were dark and keen, not restless eyes, yet seemed to glance at everything quickly and enable hint in a second to make up his mind about tho object at which he looked. There was an expression havering about his mouth which a physiognomist would have told you hinted at sarcasm, and his chin proclaimed that he bad a «ill of his own.

Ity the time Beatrice had finished her survey, and before she bad come to any decision, «?Tcepttliit he was by no means ill-looking, the gong sounded. Horace offered his arm to his niece, and led her to the diniug-room, followed by Herbert and Frank.

They dined at a round table, pulled almost up to the window. It was pleasant, at this time of year to be able to look out on the garden. If everybody knew the comfort of a round table when the party is small, the whole stock in the country would be at once bought up.

After all, in spite of his pale face, there seemed little the matter with Mr. Orruthors. His appetite was a fair one butif a man could not make a good dinner at Hazlewood House his interior organization must bo in a state past redemption. So he ate like a hale man and talked like one whose brain was in full working order. "It's very good of you to take charge of an Invalid like me," ho said across tlio tnblo Beatrice. "You must thank my uncles. I am osJy visitor like yourself, Mr. Carruthers." "And both very welcome," said Horaocourteously. fV"' "Exactly so," said Herbert. "By the by," said Frank, turning to Horace, "tell me what I shall call you and your brother. Mr. Talbert seems too stiff—Horace and Herbert too familiar. I could, like Miss Clauson, call you uncle, if you liked but you ore not old enough." 1/

They dined at around table. "I think, as we are cousins, we had bettcf use the Christian name simply."

This was a great concession on their part. Only persons like Lady Bowker, who had known them from boys, called the Talberts by their Christian names. "Thank you," said Frank. "Now enlighten me as to my relationship to Miss Clauson."

Herbert explained the matter, "Half first cousin ono* removed. An unknown quantity, If I were a mathematician I would try to oxpress it in figures, It doesn't seem much, but it's better than nothing."

Beatrice felt sure thjs youngman meant to

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THK FRACTIONAL COU8TX.

Miss Clauson showed very little interest ir the approaching visit. To this curious and, at times, almost apathetic young woinaii it seemed us if all young men were aliko, although we have seen tliat she wa capable of ihowing strong feeling and emotion, as when ghe rojacted Mr. Mordlc's love.

The only sentiments Miss Clauson felt about Frank Carruthers were these: She was rather glad he was not a clergyman, and rather sorry he was a sort of cousin. She was not very partial to clergymen, and she thought that male cousins were apt to presume on their relationship. Perhaps they do.

Include hfr in the arrangement just made wic*. her uncles. She was wrong it was many days before ho called her anything except Miss Clauson. Lovo always should begin ir most respectful manner.

Then tho Talberts, who had the fcn*fV

always interesting themselves in their guests' affairs, and who were, moreover, capital listeners, asked him questions about his life at Oxford. "Life 1" he said "it can scarcely be called life. All term timo from nine in the morning to nine at night I try to fill up a vacuumcreated by nature, but which nature does not seem to abhor—in young fellows'brains. You look upon a tator's calling as rather an intel lectual one, don't you?" "Naturally wo do." "Then be undeceived. A man who keeps shop requires far greater gifts. He has variety of things to sell, and a varietr customers to send away equipped with they want. My customers are all the sal my wares don't vary. I assure you, k, C'iauson, the dull, level stupidity of the typ. cal undergraduate is appalling." "Then it needs a clever man to improve them." "Perhaps so—but clever in what! Not in learning. Clever in knowing what they are likely to be asked in examination. Clever in cutting off all superfluous work. As for the learning, the tutor need only bo a page of his pupil, and that dot* not constitute a supreme effort. Did you ever see a firework manufactory T'

Hen sited Beatrice this. It seemed a sudden departure from the subject Of course shr had never seen a firework manufactory. "Well, they ram this and that into the empty cases. So do I. Saltpetre—Latin. Sulphur—Greek. Charcoal—history. n»ii« of colored fire—various information. I ram and ram. The case is full and in place. The examiner applies the match and looks for the result. Then-—" "They burst in the wrong place," nid Beatrice slyly. She was "Yes—many of them—burst and scatter the unburned chargo to the winds in a ludicrous manner. Some, of course, fly straight and only come down like sticks after fulfilling their appointed tasks." "But some succeed like yourself," Mid Horace. "My dear Horace!" Frank fell into the Christian name arrangement with the greatest ease. "The more I see of undergraduates tho humbler I grow. I was successful, but if my competitors wero like those I coach it's nothing to be proud of." "Yot your learning brings these pupils to you." "Not a bit of it I have a knack of bringing dull follows on, that's all." "And perhaps the reason why you get all the dull follows," said Beatrice. "There's something in that," said Carruthers, laughing. "You read latin," said Frank, suddenly turning to Beatrice. '?*. "Yes. How could you tell?" ^Vr

He laughed and gave her one of his quick glances. J-* "There is a little line between'your brows— a very little one. Young ladies always knit thoir brows when they study hard. T.nfcin for a lady is hard.study." "Other things besides study bring lines," said Beatrice, rather coldly. "Yes—trouble. But you can have had none. Pride may bring them. You are proud, but not severely proud. Bo I am right."

Certainly this young man was presuming. Beatrico, half displeased, said nothing. "Won't you have some moro «»hamp«gwa| Frank said Horace, noticing the young man declined Whittalcers mute offer of refilling hu glass. "No, thank yoo. I drink very little, al though your wine is enough 'to shake the sternness of an anchorite.'" "That is Byron, is it not?" asked Herbert. "Byron misquoted," said Beatrice quietly. Frank gave her a quick glance. "Are you suro?" ho said. "Certain. I looked,it up last week. It is *8aintship' not 'sflbrnness.'" "I looked it up some months ago. No I remember, I couldn'trtind tho book, so trusted to my memory, I was wrong it seems." ... "Homer sometimes nods," said Horace.

Beatrice was looking rather inquisitively at Frank. "What did you want the quotation for?" she asked. "For—something or another—I forget now. As soon as I am allowed to work my brain IU try and remember." "Don't trouble—I know. I saw the misquotation last week." J*

Frank shrugged his shoulders. "Of course, you wrote tho paper," continued Beatrice. "You are provoldngly acute, Miss Clauson." "What did Frank writs?" asked Horace.

Beatrice smiled. She felt she was now gong to take her revenge for Mr. Carruthers' remark about tho Latin. "That paper in Tho Latterday Review 00 landowners' responsibilities," she said d» mure] v. "Nonsense, Beatnol Frank couldn't hat* Written Did you?" continued Horace, more doubtfully, seeing his guest manifested no horror at the accusation "Young ladies should not read The Latterday,"said Frank. "Anonymous writers should not misquote," retorted Beatrice. "But did you write it, Frank?" asked Herbert

The two brothers looked the picture of anxiety, Frink laughed. "Miss Clauson is horribly acute," he said.

Therefore they all understood that Mr. Carruthers was tho author of the article in question, an article which, from the bold and original views it ventilated, had attracted a great deal of attention. Horace and Herbert looked aghast "Frank," said the former in a solemn voice, "you must bo a radical." "You must," said Herbert sorrowfully.

Even the respectable Whittaker, who bad listened to the conversation, pulled a long face, and seemed to say to himself "he must be a radical" That his masters' cousin should so disgrace tho family wits very (life trtaing. "Oh dear, no," said the culprit "I'm not —ere you, Horeaef"

Tho utter absurdity of the question made them all laugh. Horace and Herbert thanked Heaven they wero not radicals. "But there are respectable radicals, are there not?" asked Frank innocently. "A few," said Horace. Sad as the truth was he was obliged to confess that there wero one or two radicals of his acquaintance whose social position raisod them above consideration of thoir political creod. It was a fault in what was otherwise a fairly well-organized world. It was a satisfaction to havo Frank's word that he wits not a radical. Thoy told him so gravely. "I fancy Mr. Cf*rrutheri i« ft commupist," pid fteitvfoe mischievously, "Then my expressed opinion of yourshrewdnesssuffers," "But what are your views, Frank asked Horace

"inave none m-parneuiar am wimng to be guided fcy the best authorities—yourselves, for instance. Tell me why you hate radicals so?" "They are so—so—on-English." "Ah. Then I detest them. Now you know what I am. I am English. Are you English, Horace?"

They told him solemnly they hoped and believed they were to the backbone but they told themselves they were Englishmen with excrescences rubbed off by foreign travel. "Yes," said Frank, "it's a great thing to be English. Few people realize what it means. I do most thoroughly." "That's right," said Horace. Inspite of the landowner article, he was growing quite easy about his guest. "I would pass a law," said Frank gravely, it penal for any Englishman to learn word of a foreign tongue. Every time an 1 child conjugates a French or German rctards'the millennium." 'Tho millennium l"«id Beatrice, astonished. "Yes—my idea of the wnfn«nniiim—which when the whole civilized world speaks WwgHri* if we could only converse in our own tongue, every nation would be forced to learn it, and so hasten the happy day. Wherever tho English language gets a good footing, it conquers." "Of course you speak only your own language?" said Beatrice. She was by now getting quite interested. "In my ignorance of what was right I learned one or two others. I am trying to forget them, but I can't do so." "Well, in what other way would you show your patriotism!" asked Horace, who was amused. "I would cling to every bit of foreign land we acquired, whether gained by force, fraud, purchase, or discovery. I wouldn't think whether it paid to keip it or not It must benefit tho original owners to become Anglicised and whatever place it is, it is sure to come in useful some day." "No wonder you hate radicals," said Herbert, approvingly. "Well, what elseF asked Beatrice. He had been for the most part addressing his remarks to her, so she had aright to ask. "Lots more. But, as we are all so English, let me ask you a question. Doesn't it sometimes jar upon your mind to think that we are obliged to anoint full-blooded Germans as our kings and queens? How mujh TfrigHah blood ha3 tho prince in hie veins?"

That was a very startling question. The Talberts immediately began to run down the royal family trea Frank took apiece of bread. "I'll show you by an illustration," he said. "You'll be frightened. Here's James the First," ho pointed to the bread. "Here is his daughter Sophia," ha cut the bread in half. "Here's Georga tho First," he cut the bread again. "Here's George the Second," cutting again. "Here's George the Third," cutting again. "Here's Edward, Duke of Kent," cutting again. "Here's the Queen, God bless her I" cutting again. "Here's Albert Edward, heaven preserve him 1" He cut the bread for tho last time, and sticking the tiny morsel that remained on a fork, gravely htmded it to Beatrico. "It's a mortifying state of things, isn't it," ho said, "for those who are so thoroughly English as ourselves! Don't you sympathize with the Jacobites, Miss Clauson "I tMnfc you are talking rank treason," laid Beatrice. She scarcely knew whether he was in jest or earnest Perhaps he didn't know himself.

The dinner proper was just over. Whittaker came in with the crumb brush and swept away James I. and his descendants through the female side. As soon as the wine was placed on the table the door was opened and little Harry trotted into the room. He was allowed to make his appearance for a few minutes at this time whenever there was no company. The Talberts, remembering their theory, put up their eye glasses to note the paternal instinct their guest might display. "Halloo!" he cried, "another pleasant surprise." No doubt he meant to imply that Miss Clauson's presence at Hazlewood House was the first "Now, who is this?" he asked as tho boy ran to Beatrice's side. "Will he come to me? I am really fond of children."

Tempted by the irresistible bribe of grapes tho boy trotted round the table. Frank picked him up, kissed him, tickled him, stroked his golden hair, and admired him greatly, but showed none of those emotions which tiie Talberts imagined they would detect In fact, tho way in which he met the boy removed their bass suspicions entn-ely. They were glad of this, although it plunged them hack into darkness. They felt very friendlily disposed towards their cousin and were glad to be able to think him as honorable a man as themselves. Probably they never really doubted this.

So in reply to his question as to whose child this merry, laughing boy was, they told him the history of his appearance, and how Beatrice had begged that he might be kept at Hazlewood Houso. "I don't wonder at it," said Frank. "I wish someone would send me another just lilra him."

Beatrice gave him a look of gratitude. Every word that confirmed her in possession of tho child was welcome to her. She had not yet looked at Mr. Carruthers in any way which carried emotion with it Her glance was a revelation. Till then he had no idea of what dork gray eyes could express.

Frank pitted him up and kissed him. She soon left the men, but to rejoin thom when they took a stroll round tho grounds. Frank was here shown many clever littlo devices by which the Talberts perfected the out-of-door arrangements. He learned how they checked the consumption of corn and bay in the stahtoi how they reeufctei the

amount ot ctixe tisea tor the notnouso. indeed, as he was quick of comprehension and in detecting peculiarities-of character, ho was not so very much surprised when, having returned to the drawing-room, he greatly admired a fine piece of knotted lace, to heal that the uncompleted pioce of work was not Miss Clauson's, but wrought by that accomplished artist Uncle Herbert.

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