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*fcot ai my timo of life ?nd ceder the ot
fences which Las formed my diepositn
iavo said to Pebbleson Nephew many?
when they bare said to me, 'Pat ? U
fwe upon it. Joey,'-I have said to I
'Gentlemen, it ie all very woll for yon,
lue beon accustomed to take y oar wino into
System? by the conwivial channel of your 1
UM, to pot a lively face upon it; bot,' I sa;
have bees accustomed to take my wine in t
pores of the akin, and, .took that way, il
different. It acts depressing. It's one t
gentlemen,' I says to Pebbleson Nephew
charge your glasses in ? dining-room w
Hip Hurrah and a Jolly Companions Every
and it's another thing to be charged yon
through the pores, in a low dark cellar a
mouldy atmosphere. It makes all the diffei
betwixt bobbles ind wapors,' I tells Pabb
Nephew. And BO it do. I've boen a ceUej
my life through, with my mind fully gi vi
the business. VThat'e the consequence ? P.
muddled a man as lives-you won't find a x
?lieder a man than me-nor yet you won't
my equal in moilonoolly. Sing of Filling
bumper fair, Every drop you sprinkle O'er
brow of care Smooths away a wrinkle ?
P'r'sjjs BO. But try filling yourself thro
tho pores, underground, wheo jos ?don't i
"I tm sorry to hear this, Joey. I had ?
thought thai you might join s> singing-clu
the ho nse.**
"'Te, air? No, no, Young Suter Wild:
you won't catch Joey Ladle muddling the
cony. A pecMng-machme, sir, isjali thai I
capable of proving myself, oat of my cell
bat ?bit you're welcome to, if you think
worth you're while to keep auch a thing on y
"Say no more, cir. The Business's wori
Bylaw. And you're a going to take Yoi
Haster George Vendale partner into the
" I am, Joey."
"Kore changes, you tee I Bot dont chai
the utmet of the Firm agata. Dont davit, Yoi
Hitter Wilding, lt WM bad leek enough
make it Yourself & Co. Better by fir b ave 1
it Pebbieson Nephew that good luck ahn
?tuck to. Too should never ohange luck wt
its good, sir."
" At ill events, I have no Intention of chat
lng the name of the House again, Joey."
"Glad to hear it, and wish you gooda
Young Mister Wilding. But you hid better
hilf," muttered Joey Ladle, inaudibly, it
.loted the door iud shook hit head, "have!
?he name alone from the first. You had beti
by half har? followed tile look instead of crotti
Birru les sotrsxsxEPXB.
Tb? Win? merchant tat tn hit dining-roo
nert morning to rendre the personal appbean
for the vacant post in his establishment, Itw
?tn old-fashioned wainscoted room; the pan?
ornamented with festoons of flowers carved
wood; with an oaken floor, a well-worn Turki
?arpet, and dark 'mahogany furniture, all
which had seen service and poliah under Pe
tritton Nephew. The great sideboard had a
listed at many business-dinners given by Pe'
blason Nephew to their eonneetsgs\ on the prii
ripie of throwing sprats overboard to cate
whales; and Pebbleson Nephew'? oom prehensil
three-tided plate-warmer, made to fit the who
front of a large fireplace, kept watch benoit
tt over a taroopbsgusHshaped cellaret thi
had m itt time held many a dozen of Pel
bloson Nephew's wine. But the little rub
?rand old bachelor with a fig tail, when
portrait was over tho sideboard (and who cou!
easily be identified at decidedly Pebble so
and decidedly not Nephew), had retired int
another sarcophagus, and tho plate-warmer ha
grown aa cold aa ho. So the golden and bise
griffins that supported th? candelabra, wit
black ballt in their mouths at tho end of gilde
chains, looked a* if in their eld age they ha
lott aU heart for playing at ball, ?nd ware dolt
frilly exhibiting their eh/.!ns in the Missionar
line of inquiry-whether they had not ?arne
emancipation by this time, and war? not griffin
and brothers ?
Bach a Columbus of a morning wat tho tun:
mer morning, that it discovered Cripple Corna
The light and warmth pierced in at the ope
windows, and exradiated the picture of a lad
h?ngtet; over the ehlmney-pieoe, the only o the
decoration of the walla.
"Hy mothar at five-and-twenty," said Hi
Wilding to himself, at bit ?yet entbusiAstioall
followed th? light to the portrait's face. "
bang up here, in order that visitors may-ad
mir? my mother in Uta bloom of her youth am
beauty. My mother at fifty I haag in the aeclu
sion nf my own ch&mber, aa a remembrare
Mored to me. Obi It's you, Jarvis t"
These latter word? be addressed to a elerl
who had tapped ai th? door, and now looked in
"Yes, .sir. I morely wished to mention tha
Ift fono ten, air, and that there are several fa
mala? ia tha oounttng-houso."
" Bear mel" ?aid the wine merchant, deepen
mg in thi pink of his complexi?n and whitening
tn thst?rbite; " aro thora several T Sb many ?i
several ? Z bad better begin before there ar?
more, TU see them oae by one, Jarvis, in th?
order of their arrivaL"
Hastily intrenching himself la bis easy-ch air, at
the table, behind a great inkstand, having first
placed a chair on the other side of the table op?
posite his own seat. Mr. Wilding entered on his
task with considerable trepidation.
He : ran the gauntlet that must be run on any
such occasion. There were the usual species of
profoundly unsympathetic women,and the usual
species of much tod (sympathetic women. There
were buccaneering widows who came to seize
him,and who griped umbrellas under their arms,
Oe if each umbrella were he, and each griper
fcad got LinLlThere were towering maiden ladies
?rho had seen better drys, and who came armed
with clerical testimonials to their theology, as
Hi]?m^a^E^m^hU)kA^, There wara
gentle maiden ladies who came to marry 1
There were professional housekeepers, like :
commissioned officers, who pnt him througl
domestic exercise, instead of submitting tl
selves to catechism. There were languid i
lids to whom salary was not so much an ot
as the comforts of a private hospital. Tl
were sensitive creatures who burst into tear
bei.ig addressed, and had to be restored T
glasees of cold water. There were some
pondents who came two together,-a hil
premising one and a wholly unpromising <
-of whom the promising one answered
questions charmingly, until it would
last appear that she waa not a candidate at
bnt only the friend of the unpromising one, '
had glowered in absolute ?dence and appu
At lut, when the good winemerchant's ala
heart wai failing .him, there entered an ai
cant quite different from all the rest,
woman, perhaps fifty, bat looking y o am
With a tace remarkable for placid chi
fulness, a manner no lees. remaria
for ita quiet expression of equability
; temper. Nothing in her dress could have b
j changed to her advantage. Nothing in
noiseless self-possession of her manner co
have been changed to her advantage. Netb
! could have been in better unison with both, tl
her voioe when eba answered the quest!
" What name shall I have the pleasure of i
lng down?" with the words, "My name ia 8a
Goldatraw. Mrs. Goldstraw. My husband 1
been dead many years, and we had no family.
f Ealf a dozen qc estions had scarcely extrae
aa mach to the p?rpese from anyone else. 1
Voice dwelt so agreeably on Mr. Wilding's t
* as be made his note, that he was rather U
aboutit. When be looked op again, Mrs. Gc
straw's glance bad naturally gone round I
room, and now returned to him from tb? ch]
ney piece. Its expression was one of tri
readiness to be questioned, and to SUSI
- "Iou will exeas* my ?skins you a few qa
tiona ?" said tba modest wine merchant.
" 0, sorely, air. Or I should have no bosini
"Karo you filled the station of booeekeei
I "Only onee. I have lived with the sal
widow lady for twelve years. Ever sinos I li
my husband. She waa an invalid, and is lab
dead, which ls the occasion of my sow weari
I "I do not doubt that abe has lett you the tx
credentials P said Mr. Wilding.
" I hope I may say, the very best. I thong
it would save trouble, sir, if I wrote down t
name and address of ber repr?sentatives, a
brought it with me." Laying a card on t
I " Ton angularly remind me, Mrs. Golda tran
said Wilding, taking tbs card beside bim, "ol
I manner and tone of voice that I was ones i
quain t ed with. Not of as individual-I feel sn
of that, though I cannot recall what it is I ba
In my mind-bat of a general bearing. long
to add, it was a kind and pleasant one?" /
She smiled,aa she rejoined: "At least, Ia
vary glad of thai, o?."
"Tes," said the wine merchant, thoughtful
.repeating his last phrase, with a momenta
i glance at his future housekeeper, " lt was a ku
and pleasant one. But that is the moat I ei
'make of it. Memory is sometimes like a half-fo
gotten dream. I don't know how it may sppei
to yon, Mn. Goldstraw, but so it appears
Probably lt appeared to Mrs. Goldstraw in
similar light, for she quietly aea*?tc>d to tl
proposition. Mr. Wilding then offered to pi
himself at once in communication with the gei
tiernas named apon the card-a firm of proeto:
n Doctors' Commons. To this Mrs. Goldstra
thankfully assented. Doctors' Commons ni
being far off, Mr. Wilding suggested the fen
bili ty of Mrs. Goldstraw's looking in again, ai
In three hours' time. Mrs. Goldstraw read*
undertook to do so. In. fine, the result of M
Wilding's inquines being eminently satisffactor
Mrs. Goldstraw was that afternoon esgiiged (c
her own perfectly fair terms) to come tc-morro
and set np her rest as bonskoeper in Gripp]
THZ H0U8IK2EPEB BRAU.
On the next day Mrs. Goldstraw arrived, I
enter on her domestic duties.
Having settled herself in henownroom, witboi
troubling the servants, and without wasting tim
the new housekeeper announced herself aa wail
mg to be favored with any instructions which ht
master might wish to give her. The wine ma
chant received Mrs. Goldatraw in the dining
room, in which he had seen her on the previera
day, and, the msuai'preliminary civilities h ?vin
passed on either side, the two sat down to tak
- counsel together on the affaira of the house.
"About the meals,sir ?" said Mrs. Goldstraw
"Havel a largo or a small number to proridi
"Iii can carry out a certain . old-fash lone
plan of mine,'* replied Mr. Wilding, "you wi
have a large number to provide for. I am
lonely single man, Mrs. Goldstraw ; and I hop
to Uve with all the persons in my employment
as if they were members of my family. Unt:
that time comes, you will only have me, and th
new partner whom I expect immediately, to pro
vide for. What my partner's habits may be,
cannot yet say. Bat I may describe myself as i
man of regular hoars, with an invariable appe
rite that yon may depend upon to an ounce."
" About breakfast, sir ?" asked Mrs. Goldatraw
" Is there anything particular- ?"
_J3he hesitated, and left the sentence unfinished
Her eyes turned slowly away from her master
and lookod toward the chimney-piece, If she
bad been a less excellent and experienced house?
keeper, Mr. Wilding might have fancied that nei
attention waa beginning to wander at the ver j
outset of the interview.
"Eight o'clook is my breakfast-hoar," he re?
sumed. "It is one of my virtues to be sever
i. tired of broiled baaoi), ?nd it ia ans af my Tices
to be habitu ally su spicous of the fresianest
eggs." Mrs. Golda traw looked back st bim, e
s little divided between her mater's cairn n
piece ar d her muter. " I tske tea," Mr. Wi
log went on; " and I nm perhaps rather nervi
and fidgety about drinking it within it cert
time after it is made. If my tea stands i
He hesitated on hin side, and left the uentei
unfinished. If he had not been engaged in c
cussing a subject of such paramount interest
himself as his breakfast, Mrs. Golds rn w mn;
have fancied that bis attention was beginning
wander at the very outset of the interview.
I " If j our tea stands too long, sir-?" said <
I housekeeper, politely taking np her matter's li
"If :my tea stands too long," repeated 1
I wine merchant, mechanically, lils mind getti
farther and further away from bis breakfa
I and bin eyes Airing themselven more iud nu
inquiringly on his housekeeper's face. "If i
tea-' Dear, dear me, Mrs. Goldstraw ! what
I the manner and tone of voice that yon remi
I me of ? It strikes me even'mon strongly to-d
I than it did when I saw yon yesterday. WI
can it be?"
"What can it bo?" repeated Mn. Goldstn
I Bhe ?aid the worda, evidently thinking, wh
I the spoke them, of something else. The wi
I marchant, still looking at her inquiringly, <
! served that hex eyes wander sd toward the chi:
j ney.pleoe once more. They fixed on the portr
I of his mother, which bung thurs, and looked
I it with that tight contraction af the b row whl
I accompanies a scarcely conscious offert of mei
I ory. Mr. Wilding remarked:
I " My late dear mother, when ahe was five-ac
Mm, Goldstraw thanked birr, with a mo verne
I of the head for being at the paint to nxplein t:
I picture, and said with a clear brow, that it w
I the portrait of a very beautiful lady.
Mr. Wilding, falling back into bis fermer pt
I plsxity, tried once mon te recover that lost x
I collection, associated so closely, and yet so n
I discoverably, with hil new housekee per's roi
J and manner.
"Excusemy asking yon a question which h
J nothing to do with me or my breakfast," he tai
I " May I inquire if yon have ever occupied ai
! other situation than tbs situation of bona
j keeper V
j "C yes, sir. I began Ufe M one of the nur?
J at Ute Foundling." .
I "Why, that's it!" cried the wine maronan
j pushing back his chair. "By heaven I Th?
! manner is the manner yon remind mn of I"
In an astonished look at h m, Mrs. Goldstn
j changed color, obeoked henelf, tuned ber eyi
I npon the ground, and aat still and sil mt.
I " What is the matter V asked Mr. Wilding.
I "Do I understand that you wen bi the Fount
I ling, ab? ?"
I " Certainly. I am not ashamed tc own it,"
" Jnder the name you now bear ?r
" 'Jnder the name of Walter WSdiag."
j "And the lady- T Mn. Goldstraw stoppe
I sb ott with a look at the portrait which waa no
I unn ist ak ably a look of alarm.
" Iou mean my mother," inteirrupted M
I " Tour-mother," repeated the housekeeper,
I little constrainedly, "removed yo a from th
I Foundling ? At what age, sir ?"
j "At between eleven and twelve y san old It
I quite a romsutio adventure, Mn. G oldstraw."
He told the story of the lady baring tpoke
I to Lim while be sat at dinner whh fte othc
I boya ht the foundling, and of all 'bat had fo
I iowed, in his innocently commuiicative wa]
I "My poor mother could never have discevere
I me. " he added, "if she had not mdt with one c
I the matrons who pitied her. Tho matron COE
I sented to touoh the boy whose name was 'Wal
j ter Wilding,' as she went round the dinne
I tables,-and so my mothar discove red me again
I after having parted from me at an infant at th
I Foundling doon."
I At those words Mn. Goldetraw's hand, resttni
I on the table, dropped helplessly hilo her Up
I She sat, looking at her new masteir, with a fae
I that had turned deadly pale, and with eyes tha
j expessed an unutterable dismay.
I " What does this mean ?" asked the wino mer
I chant. "Stop I" he cried "Ia there some
th ng site in tbo past time which I ought to as
sociate with you ? I remember my mother tell
I lng me of another person at the Foundling, ti
I whoas kindneau she owed a debt of gratitude
I When she first parted with me, as an infant, om
I of the nurses informed har of the :iame that hac
been given to mo Lu the institutio n. Ton wen
that nurse ?"
J "Golforgive me, eir,-I wat that nune ?"
I "God forgive you?"
" We had better get back, sir (if I may mak<
I so bold as to say so, ) to my dutieu in the houso,'
I said Mrs. Goldstraw. " Tour brsakfast-hour ii
eight. Do you lunch, or dine, hi the middle o:
I the day ?"
I The excessive pinkness which Mr. Bin trey hac
i I noticed in bis client's face began to appear then
, I once more. Mr. Wilding put his hand to hil
? J head, and mastered some momentary confuaioi
i I in that quarter, before be spoke i.gain.
I "Mrs. Goldstraw," ho said, 'ou are conceal
i I lng something from me I"
J The housekeeper obstinatelyrre]?eatod, '. Pleasf
I to favor me, air, by saying whether you lunch oi
[ I dine in the middle of the day.?"
, I "I don't know what I do in.tbo middle of the
' I day. I can't outer unto my household affairs,
Mrs. Goldstra v, till I know why you regret an
I act of kindness to my mother wliioh she always
I spoke of gratefully to the end of her bf e. You
I are not doing me a service by your silence.
I Ton are agitating me, you aie alarming me,
you are bringing on the singing in my bead."
I His hand went up to his head again, and
' j the pink in bis face deepened by a shade or
I " It's hard, sir. on just enterb gryour service,1'
j said the housekeeper, "to say whet may cost me
the loss of your good-will. Plea ?e?to remember,
11 rind how it may. that I only speak., because yon
hare insisted on my speaking and because I
that I am alarming you by my silence. Wh<
told the poor lady whose portrait you have
there the name by which her infant was ol
tened in the Foundling, I allowed myself to
get my duty, and dreadful consequences, I
afraid, have followed from it. I'll tell yon
truth, as plainly as I can. A few months f
the time when I had informed the lady of
baby's name, there came to our institutioi
the country another lady (a stranger), wi
object was to adopt one of our child:
She brought the needful permission V
her, and after looking at a great many of
children, without being able to make
her mind, she took a sudden fancy to
of the babies-a boy-under my care. '
pray try, to compose yourself, sir ! It's no
disguising it any longer. The child the st)
ger took away was the child of that lady wt
portrait hangs there 1"
Mr. Wilding started to his feet. "Impo
ble 1 " he cried ont vehemently. ** What are ;
talking about i What absurd story are yon i
ing me now ? There's her portrait ! Hare'r.
told yon so already? The portrait of
" When that unhappy lady removed yon fi
the Foundling, in after years," said Mrs. G<
straw, gently, "she waa the victim, and ;
were the victim, sir, of a dreadful mistake."
He dropped back into his chair. " The rc
goes round with me," he said. " My head !
head!" The) housekeeper rose in alarm, l
opened the windows. Before she could get
the doer to call for help, a sudden borst of te
relieved the impression which had at first aim
appeared to threaten his life. He signed
treatingly ?to Mrs. Goldatrawjinot to leave hi
She waited until the paroxysm of weeping t
worn itself ont. He raised his head aa he rec
sred himself, ?nd looked at her with the an j
unreasoning suspicion of a weak man.
"Mistake ?" he said, wildly repeating her I
word. " How do I know yon are not mist ai
" There is no hope that I am mistaken, slr.
will tell you why, when yon ire better fit
The tone in which he spoke warned Mn. Gc
straw that it would be cruel kindness to let h
comfort himself a moment longer with'the ti
hope that she might be wrong. Afewwor
more would end it,-and those few words a
determined to speak.
" J have-told yon," she said, "that the ch
of the lady whose portrait hangs there *
adopted in its infancy, and taken away b]
stranger.. I am as certain Cf what I say as tl
I am now sitting here, obliged to distiess yt
sir, r-.orely against my will. Please to cai
year mind on, now, to about three months afi
that time. I was then at the Foundling, in L:
don, awaiting to take some children to our 1
stitution in the country. There was a questi
that day about naming an infant-a boy-w
hid just been received. We generally nam
them on b of the Directory. Coi this ocasi?n, o
of the gentlemen who managed the Hospii
happened to be looking over the Register. ]
noticed that the name of the baby who had be
adopted (' Walter Wilding') was scratched ou
for the reason, of course, that the child bad be
removed for good from our care. 'Here's
a name to let,1 he said. ' Give it to the ni
foundling who has been received to-day.' Tl
name waa given and the child was cbristene
Ton, slr, were that child."
The wine merchant's head dropped on i
breaet. " I was that child !" he said to himee
trying helplessly to fix the idea in his mind. 1
was that child!"
" Not very long after you had been receiv<
into the Institution, sir," pursued Mrs. Gol
straw, "I left my situation there, to 1
married. If yon will remember that, at
if you can give your mind to it, yon will see fi
yourself how.the mistake happened. Betwei
eleven and twelve years passed before tl
lady whom yon have believed to be your mot hi
returned to the Foundling, to find her son, ar
to remove hun to ber own home. The lady on:
knew that her infant had been called ' Walt?
Wilding.' The matron, who took pity on he
could but point out the only ' Walter Wildin,
known in the institution. I, who might have ai
the matter right, was far away from the Fount
Ung and all that belonged to it There wt
nothing-there waa really nothing-that con!
prevent this terrible mistake from taking pl ac?
I feel for yen-I do indeed, sir ! You must thin
-and with reason-that it was in an evil hot
that I came here (innocently enough, I'm sure
to apply for your housekeeper's place. I felt i
if I was to blame-I feel aa if I ought to hav
had more self-command. If I had had only bee
able to keep my face from showing yon whi
that portrait and what your own words put int
my mind, yon need never, to your dajing da]
have known what you know now."
Mr. Wilding looked np suddenly. The inbre
honesty of the man rose in protest against tb
housekeeper's last words. His mind seemed t
steady itself, for the moment, under the shoe
that had fallen on it.
"Do you mean to say that you would hav
concealed this from me if you could?" he es
"I hope I should always tell the truth, sir, if
was asked," said Mrs. Golds tra w. "And 1 knoi
it is better for me that I should not have a aeore
of this sort weighing on my mind. But is i
better lor you ? What use can it serve now-?
" What use ? Why, good Lord ! if your ator;
"Should I have told it, sir, as I am nov
situated, if it bad not been true ?"
"I beg your pardon," said the wine merchant
"You must make allowance for mo. Thia dreadfu
discovery is something I can't realize even yet
We loved each other ao dearly-I felt so fondly
that I waa her son. She died, Mrs. Goldstraw
in my arms-ehe died blessing me as only t
mother could have blessed me. And now sftei
eU these yean, to be told that she was not mo
mother I O me, O me, I dont know whee I ts
layingT? he cried, aa the imptdie of Mlf-oontrol
under, which he had spoken a moment aines flink?
ered and died out. "It was not this dreadful
grief-it was something else that I had it in my
mind to ?peak of. Yes, yes. You surprised ma
-you wended me just now. You talked aa if
you would have hidden this from me if you
could. Dont talk m thai way again. It would
have been a crime to have hidden it. You meas
well, I know. I dont want to distress you-yea
are a kind-hearted woman. But you d9n't re?
member what my position is. She left ma
all that I possess, in the firm persuasion
that I was her son. I am not her son. I
have takru the place-I have innocently got
the inheritance of another man. Ha musk
be four di How do I [know he ia not?t toil
moment in. misery, without bread to eat ? He
must be found i Hy only hope of bearing up
against the shock that has fallen on me in the
hope of doing something which she would hate
approved. You most know more Mrs. Gol*"
. straw, than you have told me yet. Who wu the
stranger who . adopted the child ? Yon. must
have heard the lady's namer* -
' ' I never heard it, slr. I have never sean har,
or heard of her since."
"Did abe say nothing when aha took the child
away? Search your memory. She mast bart
" ?my one thing, sir, that I can remember. &
was a miserably cad season, that year; and many
of the children were suffering from it. When
she took the baby away, the lady said to me,
Laughing, ' Dont be alarmed about his health?
He will be brought up in a better clim < than 1
thia-I am going to take hun to Switzerland.' *
" To Switzerland ? What part of Switzerland f"
"Shu didn't aay, afr." "
"Only that faint due!" said Ur. Wading.
"And a quarter of a century ha? passed erne*
th? child was taken away I What ami todo?"
" I hope yon wont take offense at my freedom,
slr," said Mrs. Goldstraw;41 but why should you
dis tr e f s yourself about what is to be done ? He
may not be alive now, for anything you know.
And ii he is alive, it's not likely be can be in any
distress. The lady who adopted him waa a bred
and bora lady-it was easy to m that. And she
must have satisfied them at tba foundling thal
abe oould provide for the child, or they would
never have let her take him away. If I- waa ia
your place, air-please to excuse my saying BO
I should comfort myself with remembering thal
I had loved that poor lady whose portrait you ,
have got there-truly loved bar aa my mother,
and that abe bad truly loved me aa har sou... AU
' she gave to you, abe gave for tba saker of thal
love. It never altered while she lived; and il
wont alter, Fm sure, aa long a? yon , Uva. Bo?
can you have a better right, sir, to keep ?what
you have got than that ?"
Mr. Wilding's immovably honesty aaw the fal?
lacy in bia housekeeper's point of view .rit a
"'.'ou don't understand me," he eaid. "It's
because I loved her that I feel it a doty-a sacred
duty-to do justice to her son. If ha is a h vin g
man, I must find him; for my own sake, sewell aa
for his. I shall break down under, this dreadful
trial, unless I employ myself-actively, instantly
employ myself-in doing Jwht.t my conscience
tells me ought to be done. I must speak; lo my
lawyer; I must set my lawyer at work befara I
sleep to-night." He approached a tuba in tba
wall of the room, and called down throqgh it to
the office below. "Leave me for a little, Mrs. '
'Golilatraw," he resumed; " I shall be mora com?
posed. I shall be better able to speak to you
later in the day. Wa shall get on wall-I hopa,
we shall get on well together-in. spite of what
'has happened. It isn't your fault; I know il
isn't your fault There 1 there I shako hands;,
and-do the beat y ou can in the ho use- 1 cant
talk about it now."
The door opened and Mrs. Goldstraw ad
van ced toward it, and Mr. Jarvis appeared.
"Send for Mr. Bin trey," said the wine mer?
chant. " Say I want to see bim directly.
The clerk unconsciously suspended tba ex?
ecution of the order, by announcing " Mr. Yes
dale," and showing in tba new partner in tho
firm of Wilding A Co.
"Pray excuse me for rona moment, George
Vendale," said Wilding. " I have ; word to eay ,
to Jarvis. Send for Mr. tlntrey," he repeated,
"send at once." ,
Mr. Jania laid a letter on the table balbra ha
left the room.
"From our correspondents at Neuchatel, I
think, sir. The letter baa got tba Swiss peat*
. VZW CHARACTERS 09 TEZ 6CX5X.
The words, " The Swiss Postmark," following
so soon upon the housekeeper's reference to.
Switzerland, wrought Mr. Wildingi agitation to
such a remarkable bight, that his new partier
could not decently mako .a pretense of letting il
" Wilding," he asked, hurriedly, andyet stop?
ing short and glancing around as if for some
visible cause ot his state of mind, " what ia the
"My.good George Vendale," returned tho
wine merchant, giving bia band with an appeal?
ing look, rather as if he wanted help to gat over
some obstacle, than aa if be gave it in welcome
or salutation-" my good George Vendale, so
much is the matter, that I shall never be myself
again. It is impossible that I can ever be my?
self again. For, in fact, I am not myself."
The new partner, a brown-oheeaed, handsome
1 fellow, of about bia own age, with a quick de?
termined eye and an impulsive manner, retorted
with natural astonishment, '* Not yourself?"
'' Not what I supposed myself to be," said
" What, in the name of wonder, did you sup*
1 pose yourself to be that you are not?" was the
rejoinder, delivered with a cheerful frankness,
inviting confidence from a more reticent man.
" I may ask without impertinence, now that wa
, are partners."
" There again 1" cried Wilding, leaning back
in his chair, with a lost look al Iba other.