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Majestic mother of a hero nice, ' Old France! I." arts mid honor ever first. The twuln republics your proud breasts have uurs'd, . Clasp hands aero the billowy ocean' space O'er UiuKrt'iit dead whose thrilling words abide . .1 .1 .. it..... unco more we own our miner b ueui w uu, Whooe fervid breathfiinn'd liberty'sfalntspark 1- a! il .. .1 .I.-....,..!, tliu if.it-L- C, Dili lis OCHCIMI lire lllllliru iuiuun mi.i.., And still ahull flame till all mankind are free Turning from strife, he saw the rushing tide Of years, that bullish errors tray and old; High aspiration crowned and satisfied, He sleeps, with justice done and wrong delicd, In taut free France his prophet song foretold. A FAMILY AFFAIR. By HUGH CONWAY. CITArTEIt XV. A PlsrUTSO CLAIM. rurin,-; tho last three months of thn your HiulnwcKxl House did not belie its reputation for cuhn regidarity of its domestic e-oncerus and immunity from tho ninny j-tty ills nud annoyances which afflict less methodically conducted escabliKhmonts. So fur as could be socu all promised well for a quiet, placid anil uneventful winter. Horace ami Her bert employed themselves as wai their wout. TLey were num who could spread out a Lttle occupation over a large slico of time, ho never found t he hours hung wearily. Beatrice seemed fairlv happy with her bright-haired boy. Tho litt!o fellow was now bogliiuing to pi aitl- merrily, and his manner towards t!ie Tulloitsj was inoro audacious and familiar t baa ever. Altogether it looked ns if noth ing would occur to disturb tho even tenor of lifo ttt llaIuwotal House, niitil tho budding hedge oru o ir.oro brought round t!io usual spring cleaning. Hut, ull undreamt of by tlm brothers, storms were brewing which were to shako their houso to I'm foundations. Chi i .tn.as camo. Now Christmas Pay was a (hi on which tho Talberts nmdo great sacr.itc.es for tho good of their feilow-civa- tures. Sylvanus Mordle, wlio believed that t hi so in jMiveriy were as much untitled to creature-comforts as to spiritual consola tii r;s, always sent the lint round at Christ mas, uu I coll"cted a upooinl fund for tlm purport of givj;ij all hi i)r pee plo a hearty dinner. At this dinner tho Tnllicrts were his h iicliinen. No on who knew their fastidi ous ta-A-s could haves en them carving huge joii.t.-iof sanguinary-looking Isf or serving out sticky segments of plum-junUlin without feeling sure that, tit heart, thev worn thor oughly good fellows, Herliert did once jiluiniive.ly ask Mordle if the ment need lie tjvile so red. The curate chuckled. "If it -war n't red, they'd say 'twus American, and leave It," ho answered. It is to bo feared that eJtj'criciiee had taught Mordle that charity is rf'.en looked upon as a light to lie demanded, not a Ixmnty for which to lie thankful. It was uo doubt the terribln sights of the forenoon which mudo the TalU-rts rigidly tulsjo, so far as their own table was co:i cernod, all conventional Christmas fare.' As Horace gr.ivily said, there is, t educates minds, sorr.cth.mj savoring of vulgarity in suppo-ing that the celebration of a Certain holy-d-iy must 1n a! tended by tin ooummp ticu of a certain class of comes' i I Ir s. So their ilium r consisted of clear sou), fish, a tirnro of birds and a.i omelet. 'V) never thought of Beatrice," said Her bert penitently. "Beatrice might have l.ked roa4 beef and plum pudding." Hut Misa Clauson did not yearn for Christ mas diet. Moreover, her thoughts were far away from ejitim? and drinking. Imleisi, (luring tl.o last threo months the girl had been, even for hor, strnngely quiet an I thoughtful. As for a little while) longer we must be conti'iiW to regard her from tho outsidu uidy, her musings cannot bedi valued. To-day, no doubt, alio v as thinking a great deal alioi.t an imi vuding visit to her father's hoiiao, i Horace rnd Herliert had urgel itearncrctly. Not,, as they kindly and truthfully told her, that they wihhed to lot her for even a day, but ib was well that tho world should think that tiio Clnusi uts we re a united family. It is curious what a simpleton incut people think tho world, and how easily they fancy it can bo taken in, . .. , Beatrice consented to lie guided by hor uncles' advice. Ho on the iluy after Christ mas blio li ft Oakbury. Sir liaiiigsy and his family were wintering In Imdon. It is sur prising tha number of reiootablu families who do winter in London. iSir Maingay met her at Paddington. Th'? bai'oie t looked a little roiunler and a little mora eommonplaco than when hist she saw him. He greeted his daughter alTuctiouatoly but told her sliti looked ill and careworn. Then he impaired for Horace and Herbert. As from thn very flint day they hud kept Hir JJaingay in his projH'r jilai-'e, he loo'cod uim t hem w i!h tho greatest resjs'ct. "Is it true they have adopted a child f he ask.sl. Home tarbl.sl vwsiori of the affair had reached him. "No," seid Heairiiti. "I have." "You, my dear! Adopt a child! Why, it is time yi u tiiought of the poMsiblllty of having i hildr 'ii of your ow n. I have for months been ho; ing to hear you were engaged to lie murrl'"!.'' "1 hhall nevi-r marry ,naaiil 1 lea trien, rather coldly. ' "DejKtid ujx'n it, it is tho lsst s'fttt"," said Sir Maiu;;ay eagerly. Then ho slart.nl oil on thoKiibJ:rtof thonnvocity which Heatrice's littlo half lirothers displayed. How the elder Haid this yesterday and tho younger did that the day I fore a record of individual but nc't g utral iutcrwt. Hut jiM before they reached his house Sir Maiuguy made a more notable remark. "I made the acquaintance this ee-k of a young relative of your jxxr mother's a Mr. Carru thers, who was staying with you sometime ago. I told him you were coming up, and he proinhsd to call." It was growing dusk, no the flush that leaped to Miss Clauson1 cheek was unseen. Mhe wus isilent for half a minute, then she uud, quietly: "I Khali be very glad to seo Mr. Car rutuers,11 , , , . Lady Clau'on wu gracious and eondo loending. i Bha had gainacl aome art of suc cess In town last san, o couid afford to bo. KeverUwless, 13ti-ke was shown in various way that ohe was a t -anger within her father's gate. The littje boy were brought down to ber dressed iu their company clothe and manners. They wr good, ordinary, unintumting little fellows, and no doubt Mha Claoson contrasted them with a gnlden-haired pet of her at Oakbury. Although the ladies were civil to each other they did not sympathize. Like many others, Lady Clauson was utterly unabl to under stand Beatrice. - 'Nover, If you can lelp It, osarry a widower," she said to a boeotn frtWt "No cue can toll the anxiety a first wife's child is no ona who has not experienced it" "It must be," laid tha friend with great feeling. "If she did ttot alway. dress so caraf aHy," continued Lady Clauson sorrowfully, MI should believe aha bad made up her mind to ba an old maid, and might thm do something for the boys, Bh has mors money than any young gui shoald haTe." Carruthar ealiadt CarnstW dia4 at Blr Maingay's, and moreover, presuming oa bis distant relationship, Carruthers bad tas auda city and, after all that hadhapraned, we may say humility, to escort Miss Clauson to an afternoon classical concert. Pinuo lait Octo ber Frauk had a thousand times pictured his meeting with Beatrice and a thousand time settled how he would deport himself. The result wa i thut he forgot all bl self-training and boro himself simply at nature prompted him. Ho was earnest, tender, respectful. More than ever ho felt the charm which the girl exercised over bjn, yet ho dared not sieak a'uln t-f love. In Ids inner heart ho knew that for well or ill be must some day rosay those passionate words but not yet. The second cast of tho dio must, chould be, tho last His nearest verbal approach, to love-uiaklng was this: Ho told Beatrico he had received a letter from Horace begging him to ieud a few day at Oakbury before the Lent term began. "It is a great compliment,'1 ho said "Yes," answered Beatrice, "very great. Are you goingr1 "That is for you to decide, not for me." Hhe dropjsxi her eye and was silent Frank waited. "Do you forbid itr bo asked in that an thoritatlvo voice which women love to bear with a man. Htill sho wa silent. Ho re sated tho epiestion. "I have no right to forbid it," sho said. "You have every right. AVe do not alludoto the past, but wo do not forget it. Look up and answer niu. Shall I go to IIiizlewoodT ritrnuge to say, be spoke in a eummunding wuv, su. li ns ho hud never before displayed when addressing her. I'erhaps ho liked him none tho less for it. With an effort t-lw raised her eyes to his. "It is mu.t unwise," sho whLsr d. "L'nwiho you mean for me, of coure,"ho said, quickly. "That part is for me to ileenle, not for you. ' She held out her hand impulsively. "U'e can hi friends, Frank," she said. "Always" answered Carruthers. "And now we may as well Bettlo to go dow n to gether." To this she niauo no otjection, ami t rank s lovev-mukiuif ended for tho time. His dreams that night may have been pleasant on-s, but as for Ilea'ricohhe sat for hours iu h r room Kainii into tho Are with n pained, hol ies loolc on tier race, llio uiiionue u;i u j- iuniv had once noticed lietween her brows wemeil to have grown deeper and more distinct. If Carruthers had hoped for a great (leal from that Journey to Hlacktown ho was doomed to 13 disapsiiutl. Kvenfs occurrol st Haz!ewo(Kl Houso which took Beatrice buck in hot hasto arid alone. Ono morning Horace and Herls rt were in earnest discussii m ri sjxii-tiiig a hip ba'.h, tLu jiaint of which showed signs of wi nr. The question was whether it should lw scut to tlie auctioneer's and sold for tho best price, or should be re japanned. Herliert, who was given to temporising, favored tho reparation. Horace, who w as more thorough in his ideas, thought it should go at once to tho salensjin. The matter was so important and interesting that neither of the brothers heard tho sound of carriage wheels outside tho house. The wheels wero those lielongiug to a gig, a genuine, unmistakable gig. VVhlttaker, who saw it come up tho drive and stop at tl.o front, not the side door, whs much disgusted. Ho did not know the traditional reseotability enjoyed by tho driver of a gig. Ho drew the lino at dogcarts. Hylvanns' tricycle was only borne with Isvauso it carried a clergy man. Tho gig in ernes' ion was driven by a man who dismounted and helped to the ground a woman with a good-tempered looking shiny face, and who was dressed in refreshingly bright colors. Ono of them rang tho bell timidly, and after a befitting interval the dignlllisl Whittuker condescended to open the diHir, Tho mun asked if tho Messrs. Talliert wero in. This collective s'.vio jrrn d iisn Whittaker, who had been iu the fu.miy long enough to reineinLer the time when "Memrs. Talbort and Co." was a well-known form of address. Ho replied tbaS Mr. Tul liert and Mr. Herbert wero in, but at present engaged. "Wo w ill wait until they can see us," sui J the man. So Whittaker let Uieui comoiiiti the bouse. They wijs'd their feet on enter ing so carefully and thoroughly that al doubts as to their be ing is-rsons of r.uy iui porta iu o wero ut oueo set at rest. Whlttakei felt he was qulto right in offering them chairs in tho hall. They were too res i t ablotoboleft standing, but tho gig and the feet-rubbing combined showed they wero not to Is) ushcnsl into the drawing-roeum "What name shall I say f1 ho asked. "We are strangers," said tho num. "Yoi can say we have culled on private and contl dential business." "You had U'tter give mo your tuiiue," sail' Whittaker. "Mr. and Mrs. ltuwrirjs,'1 answered the woman. Ho Whittaker went up stairs, found his masters, and told them that a Mr. nud Mrs. Haw-lings wanted to see themou private a;ul confidential business. "Raw-lings, said HerU'rt, with a shudder. "We know no ono w iih such an awful name. Who are they, Whittaker f" 1 "I have no idea, sir," said Whittaker. As his masters adjudged the immo hoi rii.le, l.e felt half offended at it lieing supposed he knew euy one named Haw lings. "Where are thev, asked Horace. "In the ball, sir." Whittaker felt thank .ul he had uot bextu tempted to give then s tting room honors. "Whittaker," said Horace, gravely, "we shall be ext remedy annoyed if you have let persons come inside our house who aro book haw kers, or, worse still, thimo who try to buy up second-hand clothes, a t he-e people say they come on private and confidential busi ness." However, they put their eye-glasws up ami went elowu to the ball and confronted their visitors. They found a woman whose phlllstiulo attire set their teeth uu edge, and a palo-f seed man with rather prominent light blue eyes and a weak looking, agitateel k.ud of face. Tho brothers wemdered mightily what these people could want with them. "You wish to speak to usf" said Horace, suavely. Although they kept persons at a distance, as long ae possible at arm' length, theTslberts w ere always polite and kindly sjioken. "If you please, sir," said the man. Horace and Herbert waited. "We should like to see vou in private," said the woman, glancing round the halh Bo Herbert opened the drawing room door, and they all walked Inside. "Now, then," said Horace, encouragingly, "what can we do for yon, Mr. Raw lings I believe that i your namef1 i "Yes, sir," said Mr. Rswlings, drawing out a pocketbook, and banding Horace a card, on which was printed, "Rawlings Bros., Purveyor of Pork, 142 Gray street, London." Horace shivered. He felt Vary angry. "Pork," be said, "is a meat wa never touch." Than he motioned to Herbert to ring the bell But Mr. Bawling interposeeL "I didn't come on that sort of business, sir. TV fact is, I haw beard that aome time last year a child, aUttl boy, was left at your houaa, sat front no ona knows where. Is thiscorrsct, gentlemen f "It is quite true," answered Horace, H was aarry ha bad misjudged the msn in thinking bins a touting tradesman. "But why do you a.dt f be added. The man grew visibly excited. "Me and mywlfs," be suid, "have strong hopes that tha little boy Is one we lost, or bad stolen from us, more than two years ago." " I'o't tci'ti to sivik to us" an ill Harare, suuiely. Tlie brothers1 faces were perfect studies. That two people liko this should lay claim tc Beatrice's boy was simply absurd. "Impos sible!" they ejaculated in erne breath. "Don't .-ay impossible," suid .Mr. Rawlings. "We may liud our littlo boy at lust ; we have been hunting ubout all over Ilir'land for foundlings such as this. It may Iwthlsont is ours." "Why should it huvo be-on cent heref1 "I enn't tell, sir. But I won't leave n stone unturned. May we see tho boy (" The situation was grow ing rid ieu loin, nnil if the Jaliierts cl .silked no Lung more timr luiother it was a ridiculous situation. Tin lest way out of this one se-emed to lie that Mr. Raw lings should se-e the child nud be sat-i.-lied it was not his missing offspririg. y Horace rang the bell and desired tl.u; tie little boy should le brought down. Mrs. Miller, tho nurse, upon ivoeh In-j in structions to this effect, imagined that lu-t charge was to bo shown to visitors of im portance. So sho quickly put on his bos' ;;u" ments, and made him look very clieru. le He trotted into the drawing room n cabinet pii-ture of childii-h h"ii!th and beauty. Rawlings looked ut him with ex'-!tem ..', i. every Itlio of his face. His li,ht li:.. i seemed to bo starting out of his 1 "Maria," ho whisered hoai'sely to his w'ie. "look at him. Just what ours would l.avi grown to. The sume hair the sau.e e-yi s. Maria, is this not your boy? Answer i and thank heaven we have at last found him." Tho wife looked at the child but did not answer at oie e. "It is I know it is," said the man. "Tell them so, Maria." "I hope, it is," said his wife. The Talberts on hearing this hx.kcd siiqMv fled. Tho case was assuming undreamt of proportions. Rindy they saw tuat this recog nition meant strange things. "My good man,'1 said Horace, "you are making a complete mistake." "(Hi, no, sir no mistake. How ran a father 1m mistaken I Oh, my pretty lioy my long-lost huiib! Come to mo and give ma one kiss I Come to you'" father!' He shot out his arms so vehemently that Harry was frightened, and instead of accept ing the invitation ran to Herliert, nud hiding his face against his leg set up a how, which brought in Mrs. Miller, who at once whipiied bun away. She had strict instructions from Beatrice never to let the child leeome a nui sance. Horaceaud Herliert, with arched eye brows, sat staring at their visitors. ' "We may take our littlo lxy buck with us at once, pir may we not;" asked Rawlings, "Certainly not," said Horace. "You have not given us tho slightest proof it is your child." "But it is, sir. I know, and Maria know s it is." "Tell us how it camo here. Until you can do that w e i niitiot admit your claim for an instant. It is absurd you must Ihi mis taken." "Absurd!" echoed Herls rt. "Tell mo v hose child it is, if it isn't mine."" retorted the num. "Jo that and I w.ll go away. I don't care how it camo la re. 1 k;nw it. I recognise it. It is my oor lo t little bor, and I will huvo it." i lioman grew more excited than b.-.'ore. Horace w as intensely annoyed. Ho turned to the woman. "Youseeni to have Some sense," he said; "do you claim this child f" She glanced at her husband and tears sprang into her eyes. "Ve, sir," sho paid, "I believe it is my-child.'1 Tno siuiatiou grew worset at id woijse. ; It whs well for the boy that ho had made such friends of Horace ahd Herliert or he must have bu n sacrificed forthwith," if only to rid the hoto of his self-styled father and mother. , As it was the Talberts temporized; they promised to coasidVr the matter for a few lays, and let Mr. Rawlings know the decision they might come to. Mr. Rawlings wrote n his business card tlie name of a hotel at which he was staying, and having again and again asserted that ho wcntld riot be robbed of bis refound son, at last, to the iinss-ak-able relief of our friends, drove away iuhis gig Never bad Horace and Herbert I eon placed in such a difficulty. They sat stroking their Wards for at least half an hour, but could see no May out of it. The arrival of the child cn that evening of last year was as nothing compared to the present dilemma. Then, had tlity chosen to use it, there was at least a shortcut out of the difficulty; now there was none. The more they tnought the more improbable it seemed that these people could bo tho parents of the boy. And yet: the man at least asserted that it was so, ns il the mutter was beyond doubt. Tho belief that tho child was "se me one's'1 child still clung to both Horace and HcrU-rt. It seemed, moreover, an absolute insult that the child of such persons as Mr. and Mr . Rawlings should have been sent to llazle wood House. Why should they have Ux.n chosen out of all the world to have this child foisted upon them? Why did not the unknown sender return it to its rightful homef The whole claim was a mistake; whether willful or accidental, it was a mis take. Fond as they had really grown of the little boy, the Tallerta were far too just to Link of wishing to keep bun from bis legiti mate owners; but they bad no intention of surrendering him to the first claimant. Besides, what about Be-atriot I what would she say f Beatrice, to whom the child seemed as tha apple of ber eye. Bitterly tLey blamed themselves for ever having yielded to ber request that she might keep the foundling. But what was dime was done, and could not now be helped. . - . , r Horace w rote to Beatrice by the next )oet He told ber that some persons had called and claimed ber boy. The whole thing, be said, was a great puzzle to him and to Herbert They bad deferred their decision for a few day. If possible they would do nothing until her return. ' j Beatrice was alone whrnshe ld hat let ter. She turned deadly rale and seemed to gasp for breath. Then she rang tha bell and ordered her things to be packed. At break fast she quietly told Lady Clauson that h found she must return to Blacktown by the next train. Sho gave no reason for this ah runt daiiarture, and her sudden determina tion annoyed Lady Clauson immensely. Sir Maingay said nothing. His daughter bad Ion,; ago shown him she was entire adstresi of ber own actions. "Mark my words," said Lady Clauson an soon as Beatrice had departed; "that girl will some day do something which will dis grace the family." "Oh, nonsense, my love," said Sir Maingay, who had now been married long enough tc iind out that his beautiful wife was not all his fancy had once painted her. Beatrice reached Hazlowood House quit unexpected. The Talberts were out, so the girl ran straight to the nursery. "Where u my boy f" she cried, so vehemently that she startled Mrs. Miller who knew nothing ol the purjMirt of tho visit paid yesterday. The boy was there all safe, and Miss Clauson, without removing her outdoor garments, hugged and caressed her jet until she war told that her uncles had come In. Sho went to them at once. They greeted her in astonishment. "What have you done about those wretched peoplof'1 she asked quickly. "The peeiple who claim my ooy, i mean." "My dear, wo have done nothing as yet.' "You will not dream of giving him u;r "I hojx) we shall not bo obliged to." "Listen, Uncle Horace," h T chtvk flush; as she spoke. "I will give hlin up to no one no o:io at all." "I am su.-o, my dear B -atriop, you will he entirely guided by us," said Horace. "Of course sho wiil," said Herbert, kindly. They must have been sanguine men, as the pot of M is Clauson' brow did not promise well for her submitting to guidance of auj kind. "I rIiujI never give up that boy," she said in a firm voice, "until the person whe claims it gives every proof tliat it is his. J would rather run away with him and hide myself." Horace looked extremely shockinl. "Mj dear Beatrice," lie said, "it grieves us liotl to hear you talk so wildly. The child is very nico child, but you speak of it as if il were of t ur own flesh and blood." Be atrice did not reply to this; but the up shot w as thr.t the Talberts j romised to write to Mr. Rawlings and say that they held hii recognition of a child not seen feir mo: e thar two ye ars insufficient prexif thut it wax hit own. and iu the absence of further evidence declined to entertain his claim. After tbl Ii atrice left them, and for somo time th-y mourned over this new auel startling phas' i f uc tiie u-trativeness displayed by ona ol ih.-lr own k.n. Two iik rnings aTte-rwarels Horace opened a letter addressed to him in c!erl;Iy writing, ilo read it and it seemed as if his jaw wa. abou t to fall. In silence be handed tho letter to Herbert. Herliert read it, and bis fact relictied his brother's enwticn. One glance passed b 'twis-n them and they knew that th;-y were of oae mind. Horace turned to Beatrice. "B.-atrice," ho said in a vcioe solemn as the grave, and in a manner decisive ae the lawj of tho Modes and Persians, "that child must be given up." Sho started; but before she could ppeak she heard Herbert's echo, equally solemn and decisive: "Beatrice, that child must be iven Up." ; CHAPTER XVL A TAMK SURRENDER. This is a true copy of the letter which fell like a bombshell between the gentle and peace-loving Talberts: "Blacktown, Pec. 81, IS .To the Messrs. Horace and Herbert Talliert: Gen tlemen We have this morning been con sultesl by Mr. Rawlings with reference to your refusal to restore to him his child, John Rawlings, whom ho lue?t about two years age in a mysterious manner, n:nl whom ho has recently discovered to le living in your bouse. ' "The circumstances as explained to us by our client tend tt show that the child wej left by some person unknown in a railway carriage, and that It eventually arrived at yo::r house, v here, we under stand, it bus sin ercmnincd. ' ' ' ' ".J;-. Raw Lugs will call at your house on ii :.; t utnrdny afternoon, at 3 o'clock, with a c:'.;-u;-e, ad we trust you will, without itr i'm r c pioiii( n, allow the child to depart wl:lil.;:n. ' " . T "' -; V "lu eve you still refuse to give up the child y.r. Rawlings has Instructed us to take iumiciliuto legal action to obtain sjssession of 1. Is son, and wo are Informed that projier lee-al proe-f as to tho identity if tho bo will bo Ler afti r raldm-ed. 'We are, gentlemen, "Your obedient servants, : "Bl.AC KETT ANO WlUOEXS." !Co hi n.'.cr that after reading tho last para graph, i . d i-. aii;:ing the fact that tho man w i.h the ie-. i .Lie Lame meant to light for his oil's.'iing, Horace ejaculated: "The child mu t bo given up!" . wonder that Herliert in h;s t".: n echoed his brother's exclamation. Uiumagliiutiveas tLey were, a dreadful pic ture e f tlie ccusecpicuces of resi-.tar.ie fixed itself ei the mental retina of each. But Beatrice was by far the most agitated of tie party. Her cheek grew white; the har.d which she mechanie-ally held out forthe letter trembled. Herbert gave her the epis tolary bombshell, and whilst she read it the two brothei-s gazed at each other in that sadly e-alrn and gravely relTtive way at times natural to men whose minds are made up that a particular path cf duty must at all ci st le trodden to the end. When such a gaze tuns from man to man it strengthen! the feet of each to tread the stony course. Beat rice read the letter twice. Without word she returned it to Herbert; then she walked acress the room to the fireplace and stood for some minutes tapping ber foot upon the feeder. Her back being turned to the T albert 8 they could not see tlie supreme emo tion shewn by her contracted brow and in every line of her set, white face. Had they seen it they would have been more than sur prisedthey would bave been shocked. Strong emotion was a thing to be shown by well-lord persons only under t he most intense provocation. In this cose it wa uncalled for. I"resently the girl turned to them. "You have quite made up your minds to yield to tbete people' threat f" she a-ke d. There was a curious strained sound in he r voice. "Wecando nut hiagelse,'' answered Horace. Herbert nodded a sad assent to bis brother's view cf the case. "Nothing eh!" echoed Beatrice' with a tou h of scorn in her voice. "What right can these people bave to the boy I It is not theirs. Uncle Horace, Uncle Herbert, you can rememl'er bow he was sent here, ' How be-autifully dressed he was how thoroughly cared for. Can you, can any one .fur a moment imagine him as belonging to such persons f AY" bat are they I Pork butchers, ye U said."' " '."Purveyors," interpolated Horace, who loved to lies precise, i ; "How is it possible be can b their child f roved Beatrice. - , -r, -r 'Teople in any station of life may have children,' mf dar, said Herbert, atterjag tha truism like m toewry-fouAd proverb of Solomon. "And," said Horaoa, spaaklag mors to the point, 'the broad fact remains that they !.-im the child and are prepared to make hat claim good before Uta msigistraUs." The most accomplished Jackjf -all-trade generally breaks down when be interpret law Horace was no exception. Had be knowu that Messrs. Blackctt and Wiggens could only obtain possession of their client's child by a writ of habeas corpus or aome such mytterious operation in a civil court be might huvo felt more inclined to disregard the threat of "immediate legal action. ' As it was, his lgnoranco of criminal law inter preted the vague threat as conveying the awful terror of a magisterial summons. His mistake show how much better it would be for the general publio if they consulted solicitors in every emergency and how much better for solicitors! "Before the magistrates, my dear Beatrice," echoed Herliert, dutifully accepting bis brother's version of the law. "Tell thera to do so tell them to prove their right," said Beatrice. The brothers held up their long, shapely bands in horror. "My dear Beatrice," said Horace, with the solemnity of a bishop re buking a curate, "for heaven's sako bo reason ablewe only ask you to bo reasonable. How can we possibly appear before the bench ar.d coutost this claim Fancy the talk the ridi cule! You must see the utter alisurdity of your suggestion the utter impossibility cf our compliance, "3Iy drar lieatrice," said Iloract', "for Heaven' n"l:e le reaso. a'llr.'' "Tes, Beatrice, I a:a sure you must tee it," sad K.Tbcrt. If Miss Clauson was misguided eno igli not to S'je the absurdity and impossibility of thj course she wished her uncles to take, I am sure she stands alone iu ber darkness. Horace and Herbert hailesl before the county justices, charged by a purveyor of pork named Rawlings with unlawfully detaining the said purveyor's son and heir, would have made not only tho hair of Oakbury, I ut also the hair of a iortion of Blacktown stand on end. Think bow the families of position would bave laughed! Think how annoyed and bitter the wiseacres who were sure the child was "somebody" would have felt when tho lowly pawntage was revealed! And even if Mr. Rawlings failed to substantiate his claim there would be scandal. People would ask why the Talberts were so anxious to keep possession of this little stranger. Beatrice's strange fancy for the boy would not be a suf ficient explanation. The Talberts knew the world and its pettiness and wicked tongue. Once they had braved it in deference to a whim of Beatrice's, but the matter was now far too serious to take a girl's whim into ac count. They saw that ono course oidy was open to them. When Mr. Raw lings' carriage camo to their door littlo Hairy must forth with be placed in it. But Miss Clauson still continued unreason able. Sho even returned to the attack. "I do sot foe it at all,11 she said. "If this man laid claim to one of your fields you would not give it up." "A Held does not arrive unexpeoteiUy in the middle of the night," said Hora.-e not humorously, but as one who states a simple fact. "Take a better simile, my dear," said Her bert. "Suppose you picked up a sovereign in tho street and a man camo up and swore it was his. Although you might have every reason to doubt his assertion you would, I am sure, give it up Lt order toavoid unseemly dispute." "I don't think I should," taid B.atrlce, defiantly. "Oh, yes, my dear, you would," si 1 Lr aco. gravely. "I cm sure of it," added Herliert. Beatrice did not pursue Herbert's inge tious argument further. "Nothing no entreaty of mine will make you change your minds f" slie asked. Tho brothers shook their Leads sadly." It was jiaiur'ul to them to refuse In r request, but their grave eyes looked into the distance and saw all the horrors hicli t'uey imagined a contest with Mr. Rawlings would arouse. Beatrice knew that any further appeal would bo waste of breath. "I must go a:ul thi::k," she said, wearily, r.9 she turned away from the arbiters of th j boy's fate. "I may say," said Horace, w ith a Flight blush ca Lis cheek, "that wo both rt;ret the necessity eif this surrender. As a rile we are not fnd of children, but your little friend has been very good, and had it b en possible v e would willingly have giv n ban bouse room until bis future was assured." Beatrice took bis band and pnsse-d it. "Thank you," she said, gratefully. Then she passed through the door which Herbert held open, an act of peditencss which not even the relationship of uncle and niece or the pro verbial contempt bred by familiarity al lowed the Talberts to forget The brothers resumed their sea's, and for a while silence reigned. Tho truth is they felt angry and annoyed, perhaps even self, reproachful. Impossible as it was that Mr. Rawlings1 claims could be .contested, both Horace and '.Herbert felt a sense 'of shame natural to any Englishman who finds himself compelled to yield by a mere threat. The wish to fight everything out to the bitter end made England what it is. Perhaps, after all, when they came to think of it, the Talberts were fonder of the child than they cared to own. At any rate, after a long brown study, Herbert, at least, showed signs of wavering. "I suppose," he asked, at one seeking for information, "it would be out of the question f or ua to do as Beatrice wishes f" Horace was equal to the occasion. "Quit out of question," he answered sternly. "We should be placed in a ridiculou position and become the Jest of the county." , : They shuddered visibly at the thought and so far as the Talberts were concerned the boy's fate was settled. To become the Jest of the county is too terrible I Country wit, as we all know, is so delicate, yet so sharp and pointed! With minds ill at ease they anight dis traction in their housekeeping. Although as a rule the "Tabbies" vtere Just, if cheese paring, in their management not unreason able, if exacting, in their requirements, to day they drove th cook and poor Whit taker almost frantic, and set both wondering "whatever the masters were going to get to." la tha saeaatime Beatrice bad amedber white fsce to ber own room. She locked the door, threw herself upon a coach, where for a long thus she sat with her bands pressed against ber brows. She did not w-ep, nor was ber look that of one resigning Viaelf to I ilu.MtiJ fata and gettlug ready t yield to the inevit able. It was ratiier that of ono searching forandex; loring every path which might possibly oiler a w ay of escape frtm a diffi culty. But it seemed as If every path 8hu trod mentally resolved itself Into a cue d sore, forthe girl heaved a hopeless sigh andthd tears at bust began to force themselves through ber half closed lashes. She rose, rang tho bell, and gave orders for tho boy to be brought to ber. Ho soon ran into tho room with the cry of delight with w hich he alw ays greeted ber. Ml-s Clauson took the littlo fellow on her lap, clasjiesl him to her heart, stroked and curled bis pretty, ruffled bright hair, called him by a thousand endearing uames and strange diminutives, kissed him on bis lips, his eyes, his neck, his dimpled arms and fat legs, and generally went through the well-known ceremony of child worship. It was clear that no legal menace, however dire, would make her ac quiesce in the tamo surrender of her pt con templated by her uncles. Not tae of her many and rather wild ejaeirulations so much as hinted at the possibility of an impending se paration. In no scnise w ere ber caresses, somo of which were tearful ones, intended as a farewell. By and by, with a face even paler than before, Beatrice tvok the child by the hand and went down stairs. She pnuxd for a second beforo tho closed door of tho room in which she hud left ber uncles. "I can see no other way. It must be done," sho muttered. Then, like ono full of a solemn pui-pose, she entered the room. 'Whatever sho may have been about to do, tho empty room seemed to givo her a welcome respite, fciho gave a breath of relief. Nevertheless, it seemed that tho respite was to be but short, for, after waiting a few minutes rjid finding neither Horace nor Herbert appear, sho turned as if to go in search of them. But at that moment her nvxxl changed oueo more, or an alternative course at Inst presented itself. A tinge vt color leaped back to her check. "With quick steps sho led tho boy away, and having consigued bun to Mrs. Miller's care, again bought her own room, and again sat for a long time in deep thought. "It is but a slender chance," she whispered, "but it can be tried. To-day ih Thursday, and no stepj can bo taken until Saturday." After this sho wroto a note to Sylvauus Mordle, asking him if bo emild come to tha house and see ber cither thati afternoon or earlv the next liioruin''. Sho sent the noto down to tho village mid th-.-u went in searcj of her uncle'?. They looked at her rather timidly, perhaps conscience stricken. They fancied she bail come to renew her argument and offer up fresh entreaties. It may le they fenre.l that in such an event they would lie forced to yield, in spito of tho censiemence8suehanact of wcakues.1 must enia.l. But Beatrice did not reopen tho attack, fcihe quietly a ked if sho might have tho clothes worn by the boy when he nw.i disturbed the seclusion of HaJewood House; which clot he", it may be remembered, were carefully fetowed away by Horacointhe big safe. As there apieared to bo no barm in the gratifying of thh re quest the safe was unlocked, and a neat brown paper parcel indorsed in Horace's long, slim caligraphy given to tho girl. "You will not answer the solicitor's letter, I hoie," she said. "No; it needs no answer. The delivery of the boy will bo answer enough." In the af terntioa Sylvanus trotted upon his tricycle. His face was radiant from the combined effects of tbo sharp, fresh air, the exercise, and the delight at having received such a summons from iliss Clauson. To-day he was leagues above his lugubrious name. He clapiN'd his bands together, not so much for the purposo of promoting circulation as on account of the cheerful sound of thedetona tions niado by the meeting palms. He wished old "Whittaker a happy new year in a way w hich clearly implied that happy years were the rule, sad ones tho exception. Whittaker returned the greeting with due respect, and ventured to express bis approval of Mr. Mor dle"s Christmas Hay sermon. Then Mordle said something which niado even "Whittaker laugh. Miss Clauson heard the curate's brisk, crisp voice long before ho was shown into tho drawing room. He greeted her pleasantly, and learned that ber uncles wero out. As the Talberts always took their out-of-door exercise of an afternoon, this news was no surpriso to bim. Who shall say thut Sylvanus did not time his call by th.'.r well-known clock-work hab its A tete-a- eto is often pleasant, although the two LondJ harbor no thoughts save those of friendship. "You want me," said Sylvanus. "Behold me. Herolum.'- "I want you to do me a favor, so I veu tuivd to write to you." Beatrice's words were conventional, but there was something in her umnui r w hich made tho quick-witted curate wonder, "Command me in anything everything all." . Ho bihjIio even more quickly and emphatically than was his wont. In bis heart the good fellow fancied his aid was needed for something concerning Carruthers, whom he persisted in believing Beatrice loved. Nevertheless-, bo would willingly have done allhocou.d to In lp to happiness the man who had taken every vestige of hope from him. Butithe favor resolved itself into this: Would Mr. Mordle accompany Miss Clauson tomorrow moruiug to Blacktown Sho had a private errand which took her to a part of the city of which she knew littlo or nothing. Sylvanus felt and expre.-stxl himself greatly honored. At what time should he call for her "Would she walk or drive Beatrice looked at him and spoke very slowly and a if with an effort. "I wish no one not even my uncles to know of this excursion," she said. "Would you meet me at the cross roads at 10 o'clock to-morrow morning I If I tresj-aou your time or good nature please say so." "Trespass 1 By no means. Ten o'clock. I shall be waiting for you." Nevertheless Sylvanus was surprised, even troubled. To havo refused to do Miss Clau son a service, whatever it might be, was of course out of the question, but bein open as the day in all bis coining and golu'As he bad a dislike to any proceedings which savored of the mysterious. "Errand of charity, of course)" be said, making the questioning assertion not for curiosity but as a salve to bis conscience. "It is an errand of no evil," said Beatrice gravely. Her word satisfied Sylvanus as the words of a fair woman always satisfy the conscience of a man. Tbe amount of convic tion carried bv beauty is truly wonderful. To U Continued.) Hue-kiln's Arnica Salve. The best salve in the world for cuts, bruises, sores, nicer, salt rheum, fever sores, tetter, chapped hands, chilblains, corns, snd sll skin eruptions, snd positively cures piles, or no psy required. It is irusrsnteed to give perfect sst isf action, or money refunded. Price 35 cents per box. For sale bv Lutx Briggs. 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