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THE

Lost Document;

A NOVEL

BY ELIZABETH MUNVILL HULL.

TORONTO :

THE TORONTO NEWS COMPANY.

42 YoNGE Street,

188/

PZ3

1786

W i^jT *»,^

■

The Lost Document.

BY ELIZABETH MUNVILL HULL.

CHAPTER THE FIRST.

When the summer flowers are gone, mother,

And fades the waning light,
You'll never see me more, mother,

In the long gray fields at night ;
When from the dull, dark wold

The summer airs blow cool.
On the oat grass and the sword grass,

And the bulrush in the pool.

Tenny8on.

tuR stoiy opens in Mortlake, a pretty little village situated
on the outskirts of London, England.
In a pretty villa called Seftensville, resided a Lieutenant's
widow and her two sons. The lady, one could see at a glance,
was of superior birth. On her delicate features were traces of
care, though nothing of the bright silver threads could be seen in
the raven locks of Mrs. Throcton, and her blue eyes added greatly
to her beauty because they were full of that pure love which
alone a mother can possess.

Their precty little breakfast parlor was filled jwith the perfume
of flowers.

Our hero, Courtney, and his brother, Wilmot, stood at the win-
dow talking confidentially when their mother entered unobserved ;
laying her hand on Courtney's arm she said: " Good morning, my
sons ; but perhaps T intrude."

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" Oh no, Mother," answered Courtney, " yon are as welcome as
these sweet flowers I gathered for you this morning, but you are
not looking well, he added, glancing anxiously at her, as he placed
a chair at the head of the breakfast table.

" Thank you," she answered cheerfully, " I have not felt strong
of late, but now the spring has come, perhaps," she added sadly,
" it may bring its changes for me."

Dear Mother," said Wilmot, " what do your words and tone
imply?"

"When you have finished your breakfast, my sons, I will
explain."

They very soon pushed away their plates, almost untouched ;
after a silence of some few minutes, in which the ticking of the tiny
clock, upon the mantlepiece, could be distinctly heard, then with
quivering lip, and glistening eye, she said. .

"My sons, you have both entered manhood; you, Courtney,
have health and strength and good prospects at least, dear boy if
you do not let your pride master you ; you are the eldest, certainly
only by a year. Ah, Courtney, I see your dark eye flash, and the
proud scorn upon your lip ; I know you have guessed the promise
I wish to extract from you ; calm yourself my dear boy ; " and
putting her hand in his she whispered, " promise me I entreat you
for the sake of one whose memory is dear to us, and for mine,
that you will never try to claim the title to which you are heir,
but ever bear in mind your ancestors left you nothing save their
name ; think Courtney," continued the anxious mother, " of what
use would be the title, with heavy mortgages on all the estates."

" But, mother," why do you speak to me thus ! let us leave it for
the present ; I cannot promise you now."

" I am grieved that my son will do so little for me."

" Mother," said Courtney, in a tone of wounded feeling, " ask
me anything but that."

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I have yet anotlier request to make that you will always be kind

and thoughtful to your invalid brother."

" But, mother," chimed in Wilmot, " am I not much stronger

of late?"

" If you are so well," retorted his brother, in a forced gay tone,

" why not accompany me to business, and not recline half the day

bathing in the sunshine of our mother's smiles, teazing her brain

with those old Greek volumes, for my part I don't envy you, save

the sunshine," casting as he spoke a shy glance at his mother.

" Dont mind him, mother, he shall not have the sunshine all day,

unless he studies Greek, which we know he is very fond of."

" TJmph! thanks, I must depart after that for fear the musty

old books overtake me," and with a little laugh, and farewell

word, he quitted the house.

Mother and son were then left alone in that little villa, except

the tidy Maid, Annie, who cleared away the breakfast things,

remarking as she did so, that nothing had been vasted, and that

Mistress looked a shade paler than usual, to which comments the

lady only smiled.

" You did not tell me, mother, what the Doctor said to you yes-
terday, I see by your look you do not want to, I will get your
shawl, perhaps a little fresh air would bring a little color to tho«e
pallid cheeks."

Mrs Throcton threw herself languidly upon the lounge saying
as she did so, " No thank you, Wilmot, I will lie here a little.

" Shall I read to you, mother, an extract from one of
Bickersteth's poems, where he speaks of the blessed dead."

" No my boy, for that is the very subject I want to speak to
you upon."

" Nay, gentle mother, that cannot be."

" It is even so my son ; my journey here is nearly over."

" It will be very hard," she said, as if to herself, " to part from
my children."

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" Mother ! Mother ! speak not of it ; I cannot bear it," and
throwing himself into a chair he wept like a child.

His mother, as soon as her feeble frame would permit, stood
at his side smoothing back the auburn curls Trom his broad white
forehead.

" You know, dear Wilmot, this sorrow will not last."

" Yes, mother, it will as long as I live."

" And would you be sorrowful if 1 am happy, my boy."

" But, mother," he answered, in thrilling lones, " can it be, that
you will not see the earth once more in its radiant beauty ? will
you not once more he«,r tl musical echoes of the winds through
the leafy trees, must you go ere the summer comes.

" Perhaps," she answered softly ; " do not weep, you will rejoice

by and bye."

" Oh mother."

" I mean, my love, when you too are going home."

Inclining his head he murmured softly :

" Even so, dear mothor." In spite of their effort to be cheerful,
the day wore slowly away, until the twilight overshadowed the
villa, its shadowy influences seemed to affect Mrs Throcton, who
had fallen asleep, her son threw a shawl lightly over her, and im-
printing a kiss on her fair brow, murmured :

" My own dear mother, shall we ever be happy without thee ! '^
*' Annie," he said, " if mother wauies, tell her I shall not be absent
many minutes."

" Lor, sir, how she sleeps."

" People often do, Annie, that are consumptively inclined."

" And they very often don't," said Annie to herself.

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CHAPTER THE SECOND.

Oh ! the days when I was young,

When I laughed in fortune's spite,
Talked of love the whole day long

And with nectar crowned the night ;
Then it was. Old Father Care

Little recked I of thy frown,
Half thy burdens youth could bear.

And the rest a bumper drawn.

Richard Brinsley Slteridan.

Let us follow our hero, who had silently closed the door behind
him. He walked on at a rapid pace, until he came in sight of
the pretty Church, and hurrying through the Church yard, as if he
would not see the memories of the dead, he muttered half aloud,
" She is pale to day, but then yesterday she was bright enough.
Oh no : mother mine, we cannot spare you yet ; perhaps the spring
will not bring its cruel changes to you, and to us ! " but just at this
juncture the sound of wheels attracted his ear, he stU: jrooding,
imagined it to be the daily stage coach, and because the supposed
vehicle did not stop, raised his hand impatiently, (please
understand it was the custom of the coachman always to wait for
Courtney Throcton) so that accounted for the young gentleman
raising his hand so impatiently, without ever lifting his head — of
course our hero did not perceive that it was not the old stage
coach, but a four in hand occupied by four gentlemen of high
social position, they however quickly perceived his mistake.

" I say, Elviner, stop your gallant chargers," said the Honorable
Frank Alma, " for see, that young gentleman has made a mistake
so let him jump in."

" All r'*ght," he answered gaily, " if the other gentlemen are
agreeable."

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" Certainly," said Sir John Leslie.

"Be quiet, gentlemen, here he comes," said Arthur.

"I believe," continued Sir John, "thai he is one of the
descendants of the" — but he could not give them any further
information on that point because our hero jumped in without
uttering a word, and with an air of one tired of life, for so he felt
just now, turned his back upon his fellow passengers, much to
their amusement. They all kept perfectly quiet, for fear at once he
might discover his mistake.

The coach rattled along Barnes Terrace with its pretty houses,
little gardens, and white railings on the other side of the road
which I suppose were intended to prevent children slipping down
the embankment into the Thames below, on which our hero's eyes
seemed riveted ; but the sun glistening on the waters had lost its
charm for him this morning ; his dark eye betrayed no pleasure.

In a few minutes, they came to the end of the Terrace, and
suddenly turned round the corner, and up a dirty little street,
neverthelesss it was the principal street in the village of Barnes.
Courtney turning his head saw to his utter astonishment the
mistake he had made ; his changing color showed how vexed he
was with himself.

" Gentlemen," said he, in a tone of apology, " T cannot express
my regret that I should have made such an error, I trust you will
pardon me.

He was about to alight when to his astonishment Mr. Arthur
Leslie laid his hand on his arm, detained him, saying, as he did so.

" We are going very near Chancery Lane, will you not favor us
with your company."

"Yes do! " said Lord Elviner "you will be most welcome."

" Thank you, sir," replied Courtney in a tone of quiet dignity,
" I cannot trespass on your kindness and besides it may not be
pleasant to all."

" Now ! come sir," said the Honorable Frank Alma laughing,

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" we are four, and equal to the Queen's Own Body Guard, shall
we force you 1 "

" Stay your nonsense, Alma," said Sir John Leslie.

The bare idea of being forced seemed to amuse our hero, who
smilingly said " I must confess, gentlemen, you have forced me by
the strength of your courtesy, which permit me to say, could not
be equalled by the Queen's Own Body Guard," bending his keen
eye as he spoke, on the Honorable Frank A.lma.

Alma understood the glance in a moment and bowed in answer
with mock gravity.

During this little debate the horses had been making the best
of their way over Hammersmith Bridge.

" You see," said Arthur Leslie, " we are over the bridge already."

" Well," said Alma, " to whom were you speaking, to the noble
steed or to me instead, perchance yoii were musing though half

aloud."

" I wish Alma you would muse a little more and not catch my

words and tone," retorted Arthur.

" Dear sir, I beg a thousand pardons."

" Too many I fear to be sincere, Alma, but perhaps you
will be in earnest some day."

" Gentlemen," said Courtney, ♦• I believe we are nearing St.
Clements Danes ; I will thank you to stop at the Church."

" Certainly," replied Lord Elviner, " if you will favor me by
exchanging cards."

" As a testimony we shall no longer be strangers," Alma said,
handing his card to Courtney.

"We, too, would rank amongst your friends," said the Leslies.

Our hero accepted the proffered cards with a slight bow of
acknowledgement, at the same time returning the compliment.

Bidding them a hasty adieu he alighted, and hurried on to
Chancery Lane where he could inspect the cards,but strange to say
he forgot all about thp-ni, in the anxiety of business.

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CHAPTER THE THIRD.

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Fair Daffodils, we weep to see

You haste away so soon,
As yet the early rising aun
Has not attained his noon.
Stay ! Stay !
Until the hastening day

Has run,
But to the even' song,

And having prayed together, we
Will go with you along.

Herrich.

Courtney held a responsible position in the employ cf Messrs
Crane and Cree, Law Stationers, in Chancery Lane, but that day^
like many others, came to an end, with its petty cares and vexations
and various business trials ; at last with a sigh of relief he closed
his books, wiped his pen, then prepared for his journey home.

" It is to be hoped I shall not make such a blunder to-night," he
thought, *' as to mistake the sound of the old coach, I can't help
feeling vexed when I think of it.

Let us return to Wilmot, whom we left to '^troU on towards the
village.

He had not gone far before he met Courtney, whose first enquiry
was about his mother.

" Ah ; Courtney," replied Wilmot, " you have no idea how ill
she is, the Doctor says," he continued.

** I don't want to hear," interrupted the other.

" I always said Dr. P. was little better than a quack, I asked
Dr. King to run down this evening to see her ; I wont believe
anything until then." So saying he pushed open the door, and
entered the little parlor, but to his surprise his mother was not
there to welcome him as usual.

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" "WLere is she, Wilmot ! "

" I left her lying on the couch," he answered.

At this moment Annie entered with uplifted hands, as if in
mute horror.

•• What is it girl ! tell me quickly ;" and Courtney without
waiting a reply, brush«id past her and up the little flight of stairs
into uis mother's room, Wilmot following closely at his heels.

Mrs Throcton was calmly gazing out of the window when their
sudden entrance startled her, bringing a sudden flush to her cheeks.-

" Why mother," they exclaimed in a breath.

" There you are, looking as bright as ever," said Courtney,,
kissing her, " we were nearly frightened out ef our lives, by that
stupid girl Annie.

" But," said Wilmot, " we did not give her time to explain, I
must say her uplifted hands looked strange."

*' Ever hasty, dear Courtney", said Mrs Throcton.

"But mother what on earth has bewitched her."

" Why, my boy, I told the dear honest girl that I should soon
be far away and soon she must get another mistress, I would have
spoken more to her but she lifted her hands and pressed them to her
temples but she could not answer me a word,gave me one look as if to
be sure of my meaning, then ran down stairs, where, I expect, you
met her on her way to ihe kitchen."

"Poor Annie/' said Wilmot, "I will run and see if she has
recovered from her fright."

He found Annie, however, bustling about getting tea.

" Poor Annie," he said kindly, " vou won't want another mistress

for a long time yet, brushing a tear from his eye as he spoke, "so

cheer up ; you know there's a very clever Doctor coming to night,
he may w ork wonders."

" To be sure, sir, so he may," then wiping the tears from her eyes,

she seemed comforted.

The table looked quite pretty with its ornamental tea tray and

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three fine china cups and saucers, silver cream jug, basin and tea
pot, which were relics of bygone days, some very thin slices of cut
*bread and butter, on a handsome plate, and three or foursmall pieces
of rich cake on a plate of a similar pattern, such a spread has been
many times most trying to a hungry school boy. A small plated
gong was placed at the head of the table, and two old fashioned
candle sticks near the centre, in which colored wax candles were
burning ; they would have cast a subdued light over tha little
parlor had it not been for the fire light ; the two lights blending
made the room look quite cheerful, for Annie by drawing the cur-
tains had shut out the twilight earlier than usual.

" Come, mother dear," called Wilmot from the bottom of the
stairs, " tea is ready and I am sure you must be chilly staying up

there in the twilight so long. How thoughtless you are Courtney
to detain her."

" My dear Wilmot," answered Courtney in a jesting tone, "you
that are so endowed with the power of thought, tell me, I pray
thee, from whence it comes ? "

" I think in this case," said Mrs Throcton, seating herself at the
table as she spoke, and glancing round the room, ** you may see it,.
Courtney in the traces of Annie's care for our comfort."

" Mother, said Wilmot, " you have eaten scarcely a mouthful
to day."

Mrs. Throcton looked reprovingly at hira.

" What is that you said," enquired Courtney.

" Never mind dear," said his mother, " it was nothing very
particular."

But our hero, though he enquired, yet he had caught the
words spoken by Wilmot.

"And can I hzve been so blind as not to have noticed it," he
thought. Mrs. Throcton knew full well what was passing in her
son's mind, and with her usual womanly tact, changed the vein of
conversation, by asking him if he had met with any adventures that
'day.

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" Oh my, yes mother, what do you think I did 1"
" I cannot say my son."

Courtney much to their astonishment burst into a fit of laugh-
ter as he threw the cards into his mother's lap.

" Why dont you explain," said Wilmot, " you keep us in sus-
pense while you laugh."

"Pardon me, but the idea of my being so foolish makes
me laugh, though," our hero added, "it vexes me too."

Then he proceeded to unfold the matter concerning the coach,
but carefully avoided speaking of his anxiety for her as the
cause 01 his being so absent minded. " Let us examine the
cards mother." He then read in a slow measured tone as
follows : —

Sir John Leslie

31, B'f'rkely Square, West.
Lord Elvivdr
* 63, Grosvenor Square, West.

Mr. Arthur Leslie,

31 Berkely Square, West.
Hon. Frank Alma,

36, Cavendish Square, West.
" Why did you start, mother, are you ill 1" enquired Courtney.
Mrs. Throcton on hearing the last mentioned name, had be-
come very pale, but quickly regaining her composure, she answer-
ed : —

" No, my boy, but the name brought back to me the scenes of
other days."

" Were they happy ones, my mother," enquired Wilmot

gently.

" Yes Wilmot, very."

" How singular that I liked Alma so much in preference to

the other gentlemen, his voice and manner were so pleasing, with

such truthful grey eyes and black hair, like yours mother."

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" I should think," 8h6 answered, " from ycur slight description,
he must be the fac-simile of his much esteemed father ; if he is
like him the sooner you mak:) Alma your friend the better; his
father and I were like brother and sister."

" But, mother," said Courtney, " how could I make him my
friend V

" By paying him a ^isit," she said gently.

Ik a tone of bitter scorn he answered : " What ! I, a clerk
in the employ of Messrs. Crane and Cree, visit a nobleman's son.
Never ! Never ! "

" If he resembles his father in nobMity of character, I have
but little doubt he will call on you."

'* That ho cannot do," answered her son, " because I hurried
from the <508fch purposely to avoid writing my address on the
cards that I gave them ; of course, he added half ashamed, they
would naturally think it was a mistake."

" I wish it had been," said Mrs. Throcton, sadly, " whereas it
was nothing but false pride." She touched the gong as she spoke
•for Annie to clear away the tea things. Rising from her seat she
moved towards the couch that Wilmot had thoughtfully placed
for her in front of the fire. She gave him a look which expressed
her thanks more than words could do.

A knock was heard at the door ; Courtney ran quickly to open
it.

" Mother darling, you will not keep anything that the Doctor
may say from us, will you ?V' said Wilmot, bending over her as
he spoke and gazing straight into those dear eyes.

Her lips moved as if to answer, when Courtney entered
•followed by a tall, dark, grave looking man, who walked quietly
up to the side of the j^-atient.

" Mother ! this is the gentleman of whom I spoke."

" Dr. King, Mrs. Throcton," said Courtney, slightly bowing,
'then making a sign to Wilmot they quitted the room together.

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" Pray be seated, sir," said Mrs. Throcton courteously.

" Thank you madam," and placing a chair, as he spoke, exactly
facing his patient, and holding her hand for some few seconds at
length he broke the awkward silence.

" Have you been ill long, Madame V*

" Not exactly ill, but feeling very weak for some time."

" Just so !" ho replied, shaking his head gravely, " Are you not
aware my dear madame that you have tried your strength too
much."

" I was afraid of that. Doctor, but feared to alarm my sons.

*' Do you think," she added in a low tremulous voice, " their
mother will be spared to them long."

" I cannot tell," he answered sadly, "life and death are in loving
hands."

Taking out his thick leather pocket book he wrote a prescription
saying as he gave it to her : —

" I will call and see you to-morrow, when, I trust, I shall find
you rested."

The Doctor made Ms exit from the parlor into the narrow hall,
where he met Courtney who in the meantime had been pacing
impatiently to and fro, but who on seeing the Doctor quickly
stopped, and folding his arms looked him earnestly in the face.
The kind man read the look of anxious enquiry, and laying his
hand on his shoulder he said in a tender fatherly voice : —

" Would you not like your mother to be free from pain and
sorrow, it so," continued he, " kindly submit to one who knows
best."

" I will do my best for her."

" To whom shall I give my directions concerning Mrs. Throcton?"

Whereupon Courtney called Annie, shook hands with Dr.
King, stepped softly into the parlor, and occupied the chair the
Doctor vacated.

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CHAPTER THE FOURTH.

We have short time to stay as flowera have,

We have as short a spring,
As quick a growth to meet decay
As they or anything.
We die
As their leaves do, and dry
Away
Like to the summer's rain.
Or as the pearls of morning dew,
Ne'er to be found again.

Herrick.

We will leave our hero for a few moments to watch his beloved
mother who is nearly asleep, and follow Annie who, closing the
door quietly after the Doctor, ran into the kitchen, buried her face
in her apron and wept bitterly.

" This sort of thing wont do," she said at length, " this ain't the
way to show my respect for Missus, that's sure ; poor dears, I can
see a hill of trouble afore them young gentlemen ; the likes of me
wont feel it so haid I suppose." This last part of the speech was
made in a very doubting tone.

" Annie ! Annie ! " said Wilmot, who had entered unperceived,
" you grieve me by speaking in that way," where are you going
Annie !," he continued, for she was moving as if to leave the room.

" To light missus's fire, sir."

" What did the Doctor say, Annie ! "

" Lor, sir, I couldn't make head nor tail out of him." So saying
she hurried to prepare Mrs Throcton's room.

" I cant abear", she muttered to herself, " Mr. Wilmot's lectures ;
they aint exactly lectures neither, but somehow he looks so sor- "
rowful like ; them eyes of his jist like his mother's. Poor dear, I
wonder when she'll get out of that ere bed, I knowed what the

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Doctor said right well, but I aint silly enough to tell Mr. Wilmot.

Here I am again talking to myself; now I'll bustle and make a
bright fire."

And so she 'Jid, the little room looked quite cosy with it's warm
dark carpet and old fashioned four post bedstead, draped in pink
and white chintz, chairs cushioned with the same ; small handsome
wardrobe, and dressing table, on which stood a good sized mirror,
and other little requisites.

The fire-light fell on a little table which was always placed by
the bedside, and on which nothing was ever put but the book of all
books, which all in this wide universe will have to acknov^iedge,
if not before, at their dying hour, as the only true one.

The green Venetian blinds were drawn down, as if to shut out
the moonbeams which Annie seemed to object to, as well as the
twilight. The doctor came to and fro daily. The sons watched
lovingly and anxiously through the lone nights, alternately, while
Annie exercised all her skill nursing her mistress by day.

The invalid spoke very little and slept a great deal, so much so,
that it gave them cause for alarm.

It was a beautiful moonlight night; all was still and bright
without, and Courtney, who could not sleep, had risen, intending
to bear Wilmot company in his watch. He had barely dressed
when he heatd the sound of Wilmot's step ; in a moment they stood
face to face. The reflection of the moon was so bright in the
room, almost like the light of day, Courtney could see the look of
anguish in his brother's eye. He could not speak, but taking him
gently by the arm led him to their mother's room.

The lady patient looked very lovely, with a beauteous calm
resting on her pallid cheeks, her luxuriant raven locks floating
over the snowy pillow, and her thin white hands lying unconsiously
upon the snow white quilt.

" Sleeping still," Wilmot said in a low husky voice.

" I felt I could not watch alone to-night."

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I!'-

- So they both watched, and in the stillness of the night they
heard the tiny clock strike one, which, strange to uay, awoke
Annie.

" One o'clock is iti" she muttered, in a sleepy tone, " I wonder
how Missus is," yet with twisting and turning and turning and
twisting she could not get to sleep, so it ended in her getting up.
What was her surprise to find Courtney's door open. " Mercy
on us ; surely there's nothing the matter, but I'll run and see,"
and opening Mrs. Throcton's door she made enquiries of the
watchers

One long silent hour they watched together, neither speaking,
when the tiny clock struck two. Then Wilmot, with a shiver,
rose to adjust the fire, the slight noise aroused the patient ; in a
moment they were both kneeling by her side ; at length she
opened her eyes. What a world of love there was written there-
in Looking at Wilmot she said : —

" My darling boy, draw the curtains farther back and raise the
blind."

She pointed with her slight hand to the candle for it to be ex-
tinguished.

The firelight flickered on the floor ; the whole room was filled
with the silver rays of the moon, casting an unearthly beauty
over the features of their dear one. Courtney placed his strong
arm, gently, lovingly under his mother's head, though he was
still kneeling, and said in a voice broken with sorrow.

" My darling mother speak once — once again, my mother."

She raised her head and pointed to the moon and in a low,
sweet, almost inaudible voice she said : —

" My beloved ! my eldest born, promise me by yonder light
that you will not strive for your earthly title — promise me my
boy."

Courtney's voice was choked with sobs, and kissing her
answered.

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" I promise, dear mother, by yonder fair light,"

" Dear boy," she murmured softly, " I knew it would be so."

Lying still a little they imagined her to be asleep. Annie
came in with a small tray of refreshments but they both made
signs for her to be quiet. Setting it down, she toe came and
stood by the bedside.

" Don't weep Annie," whispered Wilmot, " or it may disturb
her."

" I have heard her my boy. Come here, Annie, you have been
very tender and kind. I thank you for all your care. My sons,"
she continued, " I leave Annie in your charge — take care of her
for my sake."

To which they both assented.

" Farewell, Annie."

Poor Annie could not speak but gave full vent to her grief be-
low.

" Mother mine," said Wilmot softly, as he moistened her lips

with a little cold water.

" Are you happy f

",YeR, very happy," she said sweetly, " very happy."

Taking a hand of each, she pressed them to her pale lips, say-
ing as she did so, " Remember these, the words of your dying
mother : I was in loving hands in life and shall be in loving
hands in death, and in those hands, I leave thee my beloved
ones."

They bent over her and kissed the beauteous brow. Their
hearts were too full to give utterance to their thoughts. The tiny
clock chimed three, when Wilmot felt, with keen anguish, the
motionless hand in his. For iwme seconds he held it, dreading to
apeak for fear of Courtney's passionate grief ; at last his own, be-
coming unbearable, he said in a low broken voice, " Lay our
sweet one on the pillow she's at rest for evermore."

On doing so Courtney discovered the truth, and with a piercing
ory he fell senseless over the body of his mother.

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CHAPTER THE FIFTH.

Fair blossoms of a fruitful tree

Why do ye fall so fast,
Your date is uot so past ;

But you may stay yet here awhile
To blush and geutly smile,

And go at last.

Herrick.

Nine weary days have passed since Mrs. Throcton's funeral.
The sorrow told very much on Wilmot's health ; the grief of our
hero was passionate and wild, while Wilmot's was silent and
lingering ; or I may say he was less able to bear it, on account of
his natural weakness. He was also very anxious as to the best
method of earning a livelihood. His brother always declaring
he would not hear of hir making the attempt. They both agreed
that Seftensville villa would have to be sold.

Mrs. Throcton's income had been very small, but with Court-
ney's salary, they managed very well.

The brothers were standing at the window watching the twi-
light, feeling very lonely and sad.

"I wish, Wilmot," at length said Courtney, "you were
stronger."

*-I regret being a burden on you, Courtney."

" A burden on me," he exclaimed, " on me, the only being on
earth that loves you, oh Wilmot how could you speak thus, what
should I do in this wretched world alone."

" Is not this our last evening in this dear old house," said Wil-
mot.

"Yes," he answered, soriowfully ; "it will ever live in my
memory, as a hallowed spot. I forgot," he continued, " that I

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have taken unfurnished rooms in Rotherfield Street about three
miles from the city, in the house of a very respeotable family."

" Was that where you sent some of the furniture," asked Wil-
mot in a pleasant tone.

*• Yes ! I did not tel'i you, how thoughtless of me. I sent
enough, I think, to furnish it according to your taste."

" I would like Annie to have this little work table, Courtney."

** Oh ! certainly," was the quick reply.

" To whom have you sold our homestead," enquired Wilmot.

" To the Rev. Charles Hewitson. I believe it is for a relative
to reside in for a time."

" Where's poor Annie to go," asked hia ever thoughtful
brother.

" I have been waiting for you to make that enquiry," said
Oourtney, smiling.

" Annie !" he called in a loud manly voice. She soon made
her appearance with her hand resting on the handle of the door,
and said :

" Did you want me, sir V

"Yes, Annie," said Courtney, "my brother wa^^.ts to know
what is to become of you, shall I tell him or will you."

"You, please sir," said the blushing Annie, and was about to
retire when Wilmot called her back.

" 1 do not understand what all this means," he said gravely, " I
hope it will all be for the best. This work table is yours Annie,"
he said gently, " you know it belonged to mother, take care of it
for her sake."

" Oh, sir ! I can't bear to take it, I ain't worthy to touch them
ere things inside." So spoke the honest girl feelingly. " Yet I
would like to have them very much, sir, thank you."

" What does all this mean, Courtney, you " and here he

stopped and looked at his brother with a searching glance.

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" Haven't proposed to her, do you mean," said Courtney, with
a little laugh, I am sure, I thank you, I think you would be moist
likely to fall into that error.

" Forgive me, Courtney, of course it could not be, though it
just for a moment flashed across my mind that you imagined that
was the best way to take care of her."

*• Don't apologize, I gues my lady love will be a little different
to Annie, all duo respect to her."

" I don't believe," said Wilmot, sadly, " we shall ever see a being
80 perfect as our own dear mother."

" Never ! Never !" replied his brother with emphasis. " Annie
is to be married," continued Courtney, " in a couple of months
from now, to the Rev. Charles Hewitson's gardener. It appears
he has known Annie from her childhood; sb ; tuliS me the pro.
posal v^as quite a surprise."

"Poor girl," said Wilmot, "I hope it v '11 prove a pleasant
one." ^

" I thought," said the elder brother, " we had better give her
five pounds for her wedding present."

" I think," said Wilmot, •* that present will do nicely, but where
is she going for the two months previous to her marriage."

" My word," exclaimed our thoughtless hero, " I never thought
of that. However, upon making enquiries they found Annie'a
lover had settled that little matter with a friend.

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CHAPTER THE SIXTH,

He that loves a roay oheek,

Or a coral lip admire? ;
Or from star-like eyes doth seek

Fuel to maintain his tires ;
As old time makes these decay,

So his flames will fade away.

Thomas Carew.

Now let U8 leave our hero and his brother to linger over every
nook and corner of the little villa, anr' visit the dearest spot on
earth, where lies the remains of their first pure love in Mortlake
Church-yard. Though their father had found a grave in a foreign
land, they had been always taught from early infancy to cherish
his memory, and on this sad memorable night they did not forget
him.

It was anything but a sad evening at 141 Rotherfield St.^
Islington, whei-e, in a two story red brick house, a little garden in
front, and three steps, leading to the door on which could plainly
be seen a large brass plate with the following words inscribed :
" Sydney Btaoy, Draughtsman on Wood."

In this house dwelt the people of whom Courtney had spoken.
There were only three in the family, Mr. Stacy, his wife, and
daughter. Mr. Stacy, in stature, was rather below the medium
height, florid complexion, light blue eyes, naturally very lively and
kindly disposed to everyone in general and no one in particular,
whereas Mrs. Stacy was vice versa, though very kind to those
who really needed her care ; she was very small in stature, dark
hair, rather cold blue eyes and clear dark skin, her manner was
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fair, her figure slight, about the medium height, very like her
father in disposition, though not in ambition, her mind could
not, at its utmost stretch, soar higher than her best bonnet, at
least so her parents mid.

Mr. Stacy had overcome many difficulties through the quiet in
fluences of his careful wife. She would always con-
trive CO put by for a rainy day. Having two rooms more than
needed, she let them to our hero, much to the joy of Carrie who
€xpected fine fun in her spare time with the two gendemen,though
the best ot her time was spent at Miss Holmes' dressmaking es-
tablishment, 10 Hanover Street West.

Carrie's parents would have much preferred her staying at home,
if she would have been contented with neat dressing ; but no! she
much preferred trudging oflf every morning, and working the
machine in the above named establishment, for in so doing she
was able to dress according to her exalted taste.

Mrs. Stacy was very particular to whom she let her rooms, be-
cause it was a thing of indifference to her husband whether they
were let or not. In such matters she generally had her own
way. It was by such means she could lay by for any more rainy
days that might overtake them. We all know uhere are a great
many in London, England.

" Come, Carrie," said Mr. Stacy, " don't stand talking to your
father any longer about thobe Mr. Throcton's. May be," she added
" they will never see you again."

" Never see me mother 1 what, ain't they going to have meals
with us."

" Yes, you silly girl, but that's no reasoa why they should look
at you."

" If they are real gentlemen," said Carrie, with a little toss of
her head, ** they will pay me every attention."
" Oh ! indeed," was the quiet answer.

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" Somehow, mother, I feel so delighted about their coming. Oh
I know I shall like it ! Is he a jolly sort of a fellow ]"

"Not by any means."

" Well what is he like V

" He is tall, dark and handsome, very sad and gloomy looking,"
said her mother, " he may," she added, " have some real cause for
looking so."

" Oh ! if he's handsome," said Carrie, " I'll soon shake the
gloomy iwirs out of him."

" Oh ! indeed !" was again the reply.

" Oh ! indeed !" muttered Carrie to herself, " how that vexes
me, I could fairly stamp with rage when she says that. For all
she knows I may be Mrs. Throcton one day. Would'nt the girls
at business be mad, eh !"

We leave her for a little to those elevated thoughts which
may be the subject of her dreams.

There are mornings, when the soft balmy air kisses your cheek
while you stand in the sunlight, as if to say no sorrow shall cross
your path to-day. It may say that, in truth, to some, but not to
Courtney and his brother, whose hearts this morning were very
sorrowful. Mrs. Stacy was, of course, on the look out, at laat she
heard a cab stopping at the door, anu very rightly supposed it was
her new lodgers. We must excuse Mrs. Stacy for that little
smile of pride which played on her lips, while tha two hands(^me
strangers alignted, for she thought her neighbors would very
likely see them.

" What is the fare," said Courtney to the cabman, who had
jumped from his seat.

*' Three and sixpence to you, sir ; eighteen pence to anyone
else ", he muttered in an undertone.

Mrs. Stacy then ushered them to the room prepared.

" Thank you," said Courtney, politely, " for the care you have
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the furniture."

" I am glad I have given satisfaction," she answered.

Courtney then introduced his brother, and also expressed a wish
that their meals might be sent up to them, as they felt indis-
posed that day to enter the family circle, on account of recent
sorrow.

When Mrs. Stacy had closed the door, Courtney turned to his
brother and asked him if he was in pain, for he had thrown him-
self on the couch. It was as Courtney expected ; the shaking of
the vehicle had been too much for him, and he had fainted.

" Poor fellow," said Courtney, affectionately, " I wish I could
have prevented it," So saying, he ran down stairs to beg Mrs.
Stacy's assistance, which she very readily gave, aud, soon brought
him to consciousness.

After resting awhile, he expressed his pleasure frequently, as
his eyes fell on the relics belonging to their old home.

Their chief topic for the remainder of that day was of the

future. At last, worn out with the cloud that overshadowed

them, they retired early to rest.

At a quarter-to-eight on the following morning, could be heard

the breakfast bell, rung by the smiling Carrie.

The gentlemen were of course introduced by Mrs. '^taoy to her
husband and daughter. She also did the honors of the table in a
niqp, quiet way.

Cairie had asked her mother on the previous evening if she
could undertake that charge for her, to which, it appears, her
mother did not consent.

Mr. Stacy and his daughter had almost the entire conversation
to themselves, though Wilmot politely joined in occasionally, while
Courtney sat in haughty silence, Mrs. Stacy in quiet reserve.

Breakfast over, the gentlemen retired to their rooms, the one to
ponder over things which occupied his thoughts, the other to hi&
office.

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"Well father," exclaimed Carrie, "did you ever see such stuck-
up fellows."

« I thought that delicate-looking one was very affable," replied

her father. ^^

« You see Carrie," said her mother, « you were mistaken.
" Mistaken about what," said Carrrie, in a saucy tone, " I am
sure I can get plenty of fellows, better than them, to pay me at-
tention. I expect," she added with scorn, "they are as poor as

church mice."

" Oh indeed ! " said her mother, Tvho always made it a practice
to answer her daughter in that way, if she wished to put an end to
her saying any more on the subject.

Carrie jumped up, put on her chings, and was starting off to pay
her daily visit to Hanover Street, when to her silent delight, she
met Courtney at the door, who of course, opened it for her, but to
his surprise, she waited on the steps, and asked, in a patronizing
tone, if he was going her way, to which he replied in his usual

lofty way,

" I do not know. Miss Stacy," then bidding her good-morning,
walked on at a rapid pace, leaving the indignant girl behind.

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CHAPTER THE SEVENTH.

Fade far away, dissolve and quite forget,

What thou amongst the leaves hast never known ;
Ihe weariness, the fever and the fret,

Here where men sit and hear each other groan,
Where palsy shakes a few sad last grey hairs.

Where youth grows pale and spectre thin, and dies j
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow

And leaden eyed despairs ;
Where beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,

Or new love pine at them beyond to-morrow.

Keats,

Courtney had not been seated at his desk long before a message
was sent by a boy, that Messrs. Crane and Cree wished to speak
to him in their private room.

Courtney for a few moments bent over his book, biting his lips

for fear he should outwardly show the sorrow that vas very deep

in his heart. I wish, he thought, they would not speak to me of

her to day, I feel that I cannot bear to hear their words of

consclation. Though he endeavored to master himself, yet there

were signs of a great inward struggle, which Messrs. Crane and

Cree, who sat in big cushioned chairs, one on either side of the

t«ble, mistook for a guilty conscience.

" Well, young man, what have you to say for yourself," said
Mr. Crane.

Oh ! those words, so harshly spoken, soon changed the current

of our hero's thoughts, calling forth all the pride that for a few

days had lain buried under his first great sorrow. His lips

trembled for a moment with suppressed passion, and then in a

haughty tone said :

" I am quite at a loss, Mr. Crane, to understand you."

'' Perhaps " said Mr. Crane in a tone of irony, " you will under-

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Stand me when I tell you we canon this day month, dispense with
your services."

" Very well," said CourUey, in a tone of perfect indifference.
""Well," said Mr. Crane, after Courtney had quitted the room,
« of all the cool fellows I ever saw, he beats all, but Cree," he con-
tinued, " we cannot spare the fellow."

" Oh he will be glad enough to stay on, if he is asked," said his

partner.

" Of course, of course he will," said Mr. Crane.

Poor Courtney firmly resolved in his own mind he would not
speak to Wilmot about this new trouble, at least not until the
month had expired, nobly thinking he would bear it alone.

CHAPTER THE EIGHTH.

Small is the worth
Of beauty, from the light retired ;

Bid her come forth ?
Suffer herself to be desired,

And not blush so to be admired.

Edmund Waller.

After a few days they became in a measure reconciled to their
new home. Mrs. Stacy did many little acts of kinduess for
Wilmot during Courtney's absence, so that he felt no restraint in
unfolding his mind to her about wishing to be employed.

After talking it over with her husband, they came to the con-
clusion that for him to teach languages would be a very good

thing.

Wilmot was very pleased with the idea, which had not occurred

to him.

They learned from Carrie that Miss Holmes had a handsomely^

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turnished room to let, which Mrs Stacy thought would he just the
thing. But t hen how to get the pupils was the next question.

Mrs. Stacy suggested that it would be wisest to take a profes-
sional name, to advertise in the Times, and have a number of
cards printed.

Carrie for once had an idea which was, perhaps Miss Holmes
would give some to her customers, and they might distribute them
amongst their friends.

Miss Holmes was very pleased to let her room to the handsome
stranger. He gave her a number of cards, on which were
inscribed

Monsieur DeLacy,

Teacher of Languages,

Hanover Sreet West.

All these arrangements were unknown to Courtney, who never
suspected his brother, though he read the advertisement daily.

In this handsomely furnished room of which we have spoken
stood Monsieur DeLacy, bowing with quiet dignity to several
gentlemen pupils who were about to take their departure.

" If you will excuse me," said the Hon. Frank Alma, " I will
wait here a little."

" Certainly sir."

They chatted quietly for some time, when the sound of a light
step was heard on tho stairs. A beautiful girl entered, exclaiming
in silvery tones, " Frank dear, I am so sorry Miss Holmes kept
me so long ; " but catching sight of Wilmot, added softly, " I
t'lought you were alone."

" Never mini, Ethel dear," he answered gaily, " but don't blush
flo," he whispered, and in high glee he introduced to Wilmot his
fair and blushing sister.

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CHAPTER THE NINTH.

But a smooth and steadfast mind,
Gentle thoughts and calm desires.

Hearts with equal love combined,
Kindle never-dying fires.

Where these are not, I despise
Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes'

Tkomas Carew.

We will follow Alma and the Lady Ethel to their home in
Oavendish Square.

" Ethel," said Alma, " come into the conservatory, I wajat to

talk with you."

« Why," she said, langhing, " are you going to make love to me

instead of Lady — ."

" Hush, Ethel, you teaze." " Do you know, sister with the
golden hair," as he frequently called her, " that you have got
another admirer."

" Don't be so nonsensical Frank," she replied, rather hastily,
" you always imagine because you love me," she added gently,
" that others must do the same."

« Did you think, he said," looking at her with his clear grey eye,
that Monsieur DeLacy was handsome."

" I never had the honor of speaking to Monsieur DeLacy,
neither have I seen him," she said, suppressing a •mile.

" Well," retorted her brother, •* your memory must be very
short if you cannot remember the gentleman I introduced you to
this very bright morn."

" Oh yes,,' she answered, with a playful smile, " I do remember
him very well. I will give you a description to confirm the state-
ment : tall, slight, beautiful blue eyes, straight nose, fair skin,

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auburn curls, broad white brow, and," she added, laughing,
" dignity enough for a king."

" Ethel you teaze, what do you mean ? In the first place you
do not remember him, and then immediately you give a flowing
description of his beauty."

" If you will promise not to tease me before strangers, I will
unravel the mystery," she said, shaking her golden curls.
" All right, unravel away."

** Why," said Ethel, " the gentleman to whom I spoke, was no
other than Wilmot Throcton, whose brother Courtney you have
been in search of."

'* Well done, my fair sister," he said, clapping his hands," how
did yon find it out 1 "

" Oh, " replied Ethel, " by that ever talkative Miss Holmes,
who told me all she knew about them."

Lady Ethel did not omit anything when she repeated what had
been said, appeared to take quite an interest in the strangers,
which her brother noticed, but did not make any comment.

The brother and sister had been for some years bereaved of
their parents. It was then the Lady Ethel's choice to live with
her youngest brother, though the elder maintained that he had the
greatest right ( protect her. They were very happy, those two,
with their small staflf of servants.

Alma used laughingly to say " the only cloud was when an
admirer came in the way of his fair sister.

A month had passed away, bringing with it success to Wilmofc
and trouble to Courtney, who had many anxious thoughts as to
the mode of their living in the future, fearing their little capital
would b« soon spent if out of employment any length of time. He
was seated at his desk for the last time, when he was ag^in sum-
moned into the presence of Mr. Crane, who was seated in the same
chair, hie fat face beaming with smiles, and in bland tonea
thus addressed Courtney :

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" Good-morning, my dear Mr. Throcton," handing him the
cheque as he spoke, " pray be seated. I am sorry Mr. Cree should
have spoken in the way he did, he thought you had not written to
inform us of your absence. On enquiry we found the letter had
been mislaid, however," he added, rubbing his hands and
smiling, " we will look over this little matter. You know, my
dear Throcton," he said, rising, " that I am a man of deep feeling.
I sympathize with you with all my heart. Why, when I lost my
poor dear — " but just at this moment his memory failed him. " I
cannot utter her name, sir, I feel it so deeply." Extending his
hand to Courtney, he added, " let our sympathiti sweetly blend."
Courtney had for the last few minutes stood like a statue, with
folded arms, without uttering a word, but Mr. Crane's proffered
hand caused him to start and step back.

"Overlook this little matter will you," he said, bending his
flashing eye on the astonished Mr. Crane, who quietly withdrew
his hand. " Overlook it will yo\i '{ " I am sure," he added, in a
contemptoua tone, "I am much obliged; as to our sympathies
sweetly blending," he continued, while a sarcastic smile played
over his lips, "that cannot be when one is void," and without
waiting to hear the reply of the enraged Mr. Crane, Courtney
darted down the stairs and out into the open air, glad of the cool
breeze to cool his partly controlled passion.

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CHAPTER THE TENTH.

Go lovely rose,
Tell her who wastes her tiiue and me

That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.

Then die ; that she
The common fate of aU things rare

May read in thee :
How small a part of time they share,
That are so wondrous sweet and fair.

Edmwid Waller,

He strolled along with downcast eyes, not heeding anybody,
when a wild cry startled him, and in a moment he dashed forward
and seized the bridle of a frightened horse. Another instant
and the lady rider would have been unseated. Throwing the reins
to a bystander, he then assisted no other than the fair Lady Ethel
to dismount.

" Nobly done," exclaimed the Honoriible Frank Alma, riding up
at full gallop, but on seeing Courtney was about to express his joy
at their meeting when he read in Courtney's proud dark eye that
he did not wish to be recognized, he checked his own generous
feelings, and said in tones of pure gratitude :

" I thank you, sir."

He had not time to express himself more fully, for Courtney
had disappeared, believing himself to be unknown.

" Ethel, darling, are you much shaken ? Come into this house
near by and rest awhile."

" Thank you," said Ethel, •'* did that noble-looking gentleman
remind you of anyone 1 "

•* Yes, Ethel, it was Courtney Throcton."

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" Courtney Throoton," said Ethel, " then it is no wonder that
he reminded mo of Monsieur DeLacy."

" Were you thinking of him when your hone took frighfc," en-
quired Frank, with a smilt.

" Oh p'rank, how can you tease me so about him ; \t» a sham*,"
she added, " he is too good to be made a subject of amusement."

" Ah ! my fair sister, take care of your heart.''

"Then I am not to follow your example, eh ! Frank."

" Ethel ! Ethel ! you are getting past my control ; if you are
rested," he added, " we will return home."

" I wish," said Lady Ethel, " I could express my thanks to Mr.
Throcton, for I believe he saved my life."

" And so do I," said her brother.

" I am glad," thought Courtney, " that I slipped away before he
recognized me ; I expect that beautiful girl was his betrothed ;
however, I won't let that beauteous lady disturb my thoughts."

Ah ! my mother, you were right, false pride has blighted my
prospects. I ought to have accep"ed his offer for Wilmot's sake,
but I feel I would like to shake you, you hypocrite."

The last few words were muttered in a low, angry tone.

" Why Courtney," said Wilniot, " who are you venting your
wrath upon. I know it's not on me," he said, smiling.

Wilmot's quiet voice had a magnetic power over the passionate
Courtney, who, taking a seat facing him, told him all the full
details of the day, expressing his sorrow that through false pride
he had lost a friend in the Hon. Frank Alma.

" I am so pleased you were of service to Lady Ethel."

" Lady Ethel," said Couituey, in a surprised tone, ** why, how
should you know'her name ? "

" That is not the extent of my privilege, I have seen her, and
admire her too, for she is pure and good."

" Hasten Wilmot to explain, I cannot deal in riddles.^'

" Neither shall you."

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He then proceeded to unfold all hia manoeuvering during the
past month, the whole of which was a great surprise to Courtney,
who shook his head gravely, because he feared the consequences,
but there was a spark of joy in his heart, as he said, " then the
lady is not betrothed to Hon. Frank Alma 1 "

" No, Courtney, but is that the style of your lady love ; ont
perfect in form and features, with a mass of golden ringlets that
seemed, when floating near you, like a gleam of sunshine, and soft
^lue eyes that almost seem to beam with the pure love of our dear
one. Courtney," he added, ** as you value your peace of mind, let
your ideal be more in accordance with — "

" With my position you would say."

" Exactly," said Courtney, laughing, " there is some truth in
what you say, but if I create my ideal now by that, she would
not rank as high as our honest Annie."

" That's so ; then you must not create at all, at preoont."

" It is created, and will ever live in the fairy form of Lady
Ethel ; no othe*' shall ever take its place. If I could only claim
that wretched title which fixes such a gulf between ub, but, Wil-
mot," he continued, in grave, earnest tones, " I swear by the
heathen gods no other lady shall ever be my wife ! "

" Hush, Courtney, do you not know that walls have ears, and
Lady Ethel has many admirers; she may be already betrothed.
Alma is her youngest brother, he often speaks of htr to me, as
if he knew me well. Sometimes T do not quite understand his
manner."

" Perhaps," said Courtnev, ** he recognised you, through his
alight knowledge of me ; those clear grey eyes of his are very
keen. Did he ever say she was engaged ? "

" Not exactly, Courtney, but he has inferred that there is
great danger, so I warn yon. If you wish, you could see Alma
tomorrow."

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" And ask him to thank me for the slight service I rendered
to-day," said Courtney, in a tone qf irony.

Irony is entirely lost on some people. Happy are they who feet
not its stinging power.

But Wilmot could not be classed amongst the happy ones, for
the color mounting to his pale cheeks told how keenly he felt it.
Still he answered in his usual quiet way :

" I am sure Alma is t«30 noble-minded to suspect you of any
such motives."

" I believe you," he answered, in a different tone, " but I could
not, nor would not meet him, under present circumstances."

" Shall I tell him my real name 1 " enquired Wilmot.

" For pity sake don't do that, it will look like psking him for
help." X

" I feel certain he would only be too pleased to assist you,
Courtney, and very likoly get you a good berth as secretary to a
nobleman."

" Thank you, my brother, I do not wish to be a noblemans em-
ployee, in fact," he continued, in a passionate tone, " I would
rather be a scavenger."

Again the color mounted to Wilmot's temples. Rising and
lighting his candle, he retired to rest, leaving Courtney to think
over his impetuous temper. It was then the words of his first pure
love come back to his memory, " ever hasty, dear Courtney," and
softly murmuring that endearing word " mother" he rose with a
sad heart and prepared for rest.

" The walls have ears, have they, Mr. Wilmot, and so have I,"
said Carrie to herself, when she overheard this remark, " and
what's more, I mean to make good use of my tongue. I won't
tell mother what I mean to do. I'll pay you out, Mr. Throcton,
for all your haughty looks at me. I am sure I don't want to be ,
Mrs. Throcton, not I. I an a precious sight too good for you,

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that I am ! There's one thing certain, you shan't have Lady
Ethel for your wife, if I can help it. I can't think how it ia they
are so attentive to mother, they treat her just like a lady, and me
they try to slight, but I can give them as good as they send. The
idea of Father saying I ought to act differently. Poor old folks,"
she continued, " I expect they want me to marry the likes of
them, as poor f*° church mice, into the bargain. No thank you, not
for Miss Stacy, she will set her cap at somebody that is able to
keep her like a lady. I am glad I need not tell mother what I
think, or I should hear that wretched * Oh ! indeed.' "

CHAPTER THE ELEVENTH.

Oh ! thou that rollest above,
Kound as the shield of raj fathers !
Whence are thy beams 0, sun !
Whence comest thou
^nd thy everlasting light ?

When the heavens are dark with tempests,
When the thunders roll and lightning«^ fly,
Thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds
And laughest at the storm.

Ossian.

We must now leave Carrie to meditate over her plan of mischief
making.

Two months have passed away since Carrie put her plan into
action. It answered, for it had reached Lady Ethel's ears through
a lady acquaintance, whom Miss Holmes had kindly informed.

We may easily suppose it was very much to Lady Ethel's annoy-
ance, who not knowing Courtney's quick, paf>3icnate temper,
naturally concluded, though handsome, he must be very conceited.

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That class of gentltso'^n were to her, as to many others, very
objectionable.

In the meanwhile, our hero, during these two months, had been
daily ransacking the paptrs, but to no purpose, chiefly on account
of not having received any references from Messrs. Crane and
Cree, who exulted very much over the vexation that it would
necessarily cause. They determined, if Courtney should ask, that
the favor should not be granted, but their enjoyment was not com-
plete, because it wa^jufar from Courtney's thoughts, though he had
been advised by Wilmot to dc so.

It was one of those dull, dark, miserable-looking days, when
the angry clouds overhead seem about to quarrel and burst into a
«torm, when Courtney, who was steadily watching them, wondered
if the sky resembled his life ; if so he thought the worst must
soon come. In the midst of his wondering Mrs. Stacy ventured
to remark that " his brother's cough was very troublesome last
night ; he had better see to it, before it goes too far."

*' Cough last night, Mrs. Stacy, why I never heard him," he
said, in a tone of surprise, " what can I do for him, Mrs. Stacy."

" Don't be uneasy, sir," she said kindly. " I'll make him some
cough mixture, see what that will do first. I hope," she con-
tinued, *he will get home before the storm." Hatdly had she
spoken, when a peal of thunder made them both start, and flash
after flash of vivid lightning, which caused Mrs. Stacy to become
very pale wiih fright. Courtney, with hi** quick eye, soon saw
her emotions wore real.

" Come, my dear Mrs. Stacy," he said, in a clear, manly voice,
" don't be alarmed, pray be seated," and giving her a little water,
for he was afraid she wc aid faint, comforted her the best way he
could ; while doing so another terrific peal of thunder, which
seemed for an instant to make the kouse quiver, the lightning
flashed, the rain splashed, when a cab dashed by the house.

Mr. Stacy rushing to the door saw that it was a runaway ; his

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curiosity being satisfied was quite content to remain in peace in
his own little parlor. Mrs. Stacj in this case was not so content.
" I hope, Mr. Throcton that it won't be a serious accident."

" I will go and see, Mrs. Stacy ; there's one comfort, it is too
early for my brother ; if it should be a stranger, slightly hurt,
have I your permission to ask him here to rest," said Courtney.

" Oh certainly, sir."

In a few moments, the elements had vented their fury, the rain
had ceased, here and there could be seen patches of dark-blue sky.
" I am so thankful," she said to her husband, " that the storm is
over."

" What made you stay upstairs," said her husband.

" I was too much afraid to come down,"
" You should have called me, my dear."

" You have brought me down enough already," she answered,
with a quiet smile.

Oh ! my love, how can you say so." Then he made an attempt
to kiss her, when Mrs. Stacy, who was not very fond of that fine
art, pushed him back gently, saying as she did so " don't be so
silly, Stacy."

This gentle rebuke made him resume his duties in silence for a
long time.

" Ah ! Mrs Stacy, you were wrong there, you should renovate
the touches of the by-gone days, that is, cf course, if your worst
half will help you. But I must not talk with you any longer, for
you hear the sound of footsteps," and rushing to the door, Mrs.
Stacy beheld, to her horror, Courtney bearing his senseless brother
in his arms.

" Stacy, do run for the doctor," called his wife in pleading
tones. He did not need a second asking. How kindly Courtney
bore him in those strong arms, how gently he laid him down on
the lounge in Mrs. Stacy's parlor, and knelt and rubbed the sense-

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peace in
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less hands. Keen anguish marked his handsome face, and thosf»
proud dark eyes no longer flashed ^th pride, but with a brother's
anxious love. Not a word did he utter while Mrs. Stacy was
using every restorative in her power. Mr. Stacy soon ushered
the Doctor in, who after a few moments said :

" This gentleman has had a severe blow."

" I think. Doctor, he was thrown from the cab," said Mr^.
Stacy, looking at Courtney.

Courtney nodded in reply. *

" 1 fear," said the Doctor, he will not rouse for two or three
hours, he has been stunned ; when he rouses give him this mix-
ture. Do not be alarmed if he falls into a deep sleep ; he may
recover in a few days ; it depends entirely on nursing and qniet-
ness. I will call again to-morrow."

Every atom of color had left Courtney's face, the pale lips part-
ed to speak, but could not.

" Cheer up^ sir, he may be all right in a few hours," said Mrs.
Stacy, in a kind voice.

" Dr. Little often makes the wornt out of a case, so as to make
his skill appear greater," said Mr. Stacy.

A half smile played for an instant on Courtney's pale lips as he
felt the kind meaning his words were into .ded to convey. Court-
ney carried his brother to his own room.

Mrs. Stacy kindled a fire though it was summer, because she
said it would be a damp night, and the patient might feel chilly.
She then left Courtney, alone with his brother while she prepared
tea.

The shadows of twilight swept over the earth, and Courtney
ever and auon touching lightly the murble brow, and murmuring
in grateful accents "he lives, he lives."

The twilight shadows deepened into a dark and cloudy night,
nothing but the street lamps to lend their sickly light to the dark
night. Mrs, Stacy came into the room softly and at last persuaded

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Courtney to take a little refreshment, and rest before his night
watch, which he very reluctantty did. After a little the patient
roused. Mrs. Stacy did as desired by the Doctor, and very soon
he sank into a quiet sleep.

She could not resist going down to inform Courtney, whom she
found seated with his face buried in his hands.

" Mr. Throcton," she said, in her quiet way, " your^ brother is
Tietter, and is now in a quiet sleep ; very likely he may wake
nearly well," •

" Is it possible, Mrs. Stacy 1 "

" Yes, Mr, Throcton ; now taKe my advice and rest for two
hours, then you can watch for his waking."

" But will he wake, will he really wake ? Oh ! my brother, how
I regret every harsh word spoken." Saying these words over and
over to himself, he at last fell asleep.

Mrs. Stacy, it's true, did watch for two hours, but when she
saw Courtney sleeping, good little soul that she was, watched for
two hours longer. On waking, Courtney was vexed with himself
or resting so long, though he gratefully acknowledged her kind-
ness.

The night light was spreading itr. soft glimmer over the bed of
the patient. " How death -like he looks." thought Courtney, as
the same tiny olock struck one a. m. How solemn it sounded
in the silent night.

" Oh dear ! " h** muttered, " how heartrending it is to hear the
chime ; it sounds," he said, with a shiver, " like a death-warrant.
I think I will stop it," he said, rising to do so, " but then," he
muttered, " that's a superstitious idea," so he resumed his seat,
and continued his watch, when the clock struck two, causing
Courtney to start and say " Oh ! that wretched little clock, its
tone is like a funeral bell. I must stop it." But the bare idea of
it's being a superstition again prevented him, but somehow he
could not resist watching the hands on their journey round.

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" Mother died at three," he thought — ten minutes to the dread-
ed hour, five minutes, and to Courtney these moments were like
hours of agony ; he still kept his eye on the timepiece, instead of
the patient, who had been watching him for the last few moments.
As the tiny clock chimed for the third time Courtney covered hie
face with his hands, and dreaded to look at the patient, whom he
feared had passed away.

" Courtney," said Wilmot, in a low sweet voice, " why don't
you go to bed instead of watching that clock ? "

" Yes, I must," he answered, in a tone tremulous with joy,
" take this cool draught first," which was the mixture prepared.
In a few moments the invalid was again asleep.

" Dear mother," murmured Courtney, softly, " didst thou not
indeed leave us in loving hands." Grateful thoughts were filling
his mind as he looked at the timepiece. " Now I shall never fear
thee more," he said, with a smile, and walking to the window saw
the shadows of night fleeing away. " This," he thought, " will
gladden the hearts of many sick ones, who are watching for the
dawn, bat some ere that will have passed from the dark night into
the glorious light of an everlasting day ; it might have been so
with Wilmot, and yet," he thought, " I cannot but rejoice that he
lives, and the danger is really over." A low knock was heard at
the door, it was Mrs. Stacy, to look at the patient, telling Court-
ney at the same time, it would be quite safe for him to lie down
for awhile. He took her advice, and was soon in dreamland.

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CHAPTER THE TWELFTH.

Ihis city now doth like a garmeat wear
The beauty of the morning : silent, bare,

Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie,
Open unto the fields and to the sky,

All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

Never did sun more beautifully steep

In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill :

Ne'er saw I, never felt, a ealm so deep !
The river glideth at its own sweet will :

Dear God, the very houses seem asleep ;
And all that mighty heart is lying still !

Wordsworth.

In the meantime, nature varied her scenes. The dawn expand-
ed, until it developed into perfect day ; the sun had risen in all ita
radiant beauty, the sweet and joyous notes of the birds heralding
in the summer morn. But it is grievous to know that more than
half the population of London are unconscious of any such sur-
rounding beauty, as Courtney was at the present time.

"Mr. Throcton," said Mrs. Stacy, gently touching his arm,
"your brother is rousing, and perhaps if he saw me it might
startle him, udUI he knows what has happened."

" What a wi-etch I am, to sleep so long," and springing from
the lounge, he hurried to the adjoining room.

After a few moments the patient opened his blue eyes in
wonderment. " Why, Courtney," he said in a low ^eak tone,
" You are up and dressed." He made a slight attempt to raise
his head. " See, I cannot raise my head ; Oh ! I remember," he
muttered in an excited tone, " Yes — cab — storm — how did I get
here ? Oh ! my head ! "

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Courtney was bewildered what to say or do, when Mrs. Stacy
glided in and spoke a few gentle words, and did all that was
necessary for him ; they soon heard his low quiet regular breath-
ing, which told them he slept.

Courtney in his impetuous way seized her hand and held it for a
moment, while he looked into eyes that were filled with genuine

tears. " Dear Mrs. Stacy," he said, " I cannot thank you enough

for your kindness, but do you really think he will live ]"

" Oh yes. It may be some time, however, before he recovers.
Lot Carrie watch while you come to breakfast j 1 am sure you
must need it," she said kindly.

Wilmot's recovery was very slow. He was now sitting in an
easy chair, meditating.

" Why," said Courtney, " it is just a month to-day since you
met with your accident. I have not much faith in doctors, never
had, and never shall have."

" Well," said his brother, smiling, " you are certainly very com
plimentary, but," he added in a serious tone, " are not our funds
nearly gone."

" Yes, but never mind, we have enough- for the present, though
I wish the musty old books had overtaken me, then perhaps I
might have instructed your claas in the foreign gibberish," said
Courtney, with a laugh.

Mrs. Stacy knocked and entered, giving Courtney a card, whose
brow knitted while he passed it to his brother, who read
" Honorable Frank Alma. How kind of him to come and see me."

" Why," said Courtney, impatiently, " did you give him our
address ) "

" No, I did not, but will you see him while he is here ? "
" No," said Courtney, emphatically, " I will not. I will just
slip into the other room. I wish gentlemen would keep to their
own station," he muttered. This gracious remark Alma did not
hear, but heard, instead, Mrs. Stacy's invitation to go upstairs.

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Wilmot's pale cheeks flushed as Alma entered, and in his noble,
frank way said ; " Pardon me, Monsieur, but I could not resist
coming to see you. I was so grieved to hear of your illness, and
Ethel thought for once we might break the rules of etiquette."

" I am very, very pleased to see you," said Wilmot, who
attempted to rise, but Alma, with gentle fimness held his hand in
such a manner as to prevent him, without appearing to do so.

" Do I not hear a lady's voice," said Wilmot, smiling.

" Oh yes," said Alma, indiflEerently, " it's my fair sister ; she
will follow me, in fact she is a regular plague," he added, laugh-
ing, " but she has a warm heart, and very fond of invalids."

The color mounted to Wilmot's temples, who felt that Courtney
would overhear this remark. Of course Alma's thoughts were
very different regarding the color. Alma said in his usual care-
less way, " I will call her with your permission."

" Very fond of invalids, is she," said our hero to himself, " per-
haps she is very fond of one in particular. I believe before he
was ill, she saw him a great many times. I wonder if he loves,
and that is why he advised me not to look so high ; but that trick
is not like him either, though it is said we are all foolish in love."

Alma returned, and stood by Wilmot.

In a few moments Ethel entered, looking very beautiful, robed
in simple white pique, her golden curls falling gracefully over her
shoulders. A large picturesque-looking hat, adorned only by a
long white plume which only made her look more attractive, if
possible, at least so Wilmot thought, as she glided in and offered
him her delicate hand, ungloved. Though very weak, he attempt-
ed to rise, but Alma prevented him by laying his hand upon his
shoulder. He had artfully stood by for that purpose.

" I have brought you these flowers^ Monsieur De Lacy, will
you accept them."

" I thank you, madam, they will afford me great pleasure. May
I ask if you gathered them wilh your own hand ? "

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" Yes/' she answered, blushing, feeling vexed with herself for
doing so. Her color mounted still higher, lending great beauty to
that naturally pale face. Wilmot noticed it and said very cour-
teously, " since they were gathered by your hand. Lady Ethel, I
will value them far more."

" Will you though," muttered Courtney, " of course I can hear
by their very tones they are lovers."

After all the light topics of the day had been discussed, Alma
said, " Why, Ethel, do you look at me in such a beseeching way !''

" Oh Frank dear, you might ask Monsieur DeLacy,"

" No, golden hair, I shall do no such thing, it was your plan, so
I shall leave you, like a hero, to tight it for yourself."

" Frank dear," said Lady Ethel, in a tone of entreaty.

" It's no use to * Frank dear ' me," ho said, laughing, " I am de-
termined not to help you."

" If Lady Ethel honors me by asking anything at my hands, I
shall be only too happy to comply with her wish," said Wilmot,
addressing Alma."

'« Well done, sir."

" Now, golden hair, you have the promise."

" Have I," she said, glancing at Wilmot.

Wilmot bowed, and wondered to himself what on earth it could
be, and Courtney wondered still more, for he could hear distinctly

every word that was spoken.

" It is this," she said timidly, *' that you will favor us by being
a guest at our house until you are convalescent, Frank thought the
change would do you good."

" Pray sister fair, what did you think."

" I thought so too," she added, in her sweet, modest way.

" I thank you, madam, and you, sir. I shall indeed have great
pleasure in accepting your courteous invitation, because I feel and
know it to be genuine, which is indeed a thing to be highly prized."

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Alma smil«d and bowed. Courtney neither smiled nor bowed.
^' Genuine," he thought, " I daresay it is, on their part."

" Shall we call for you in three days from now," said Alma.

" Thank you, that will be quite convenient."

" I wish," thought Courtney, " I could hear her speak again ;
her voice is like a wave of music. Upon my word, I would like
to change places with him."

" Come my sister," said PVank, " we shall tire Monsieur."

" Yqu could never do that," said Wilmot.

After bidding him adieu they walked to the corner of the street,
where their carriage was in waiting.

CHAPTER THE THIRTEENTH.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,

Old time is still a flying,
And this same flower that smiles to-day,

To-morrow will be cLying.

Herritk.

" Courtney," said Wilmot, did I do right in accepting their
invitation 1 "

He was about to answer no you did not, and also to make one
or two other dissagreeable remarks, when he remembered the re-
gret he had felt for his hasty speeches, and said, " I suppose you
were right."

" I thought, Courtney, that it would be wisest under the pres-
ent circumstances."

" I should not mind if you were well," he answered.

" I expect I shall have every care, under Lady Ethel's direc-
tions."

" Do you love her, Wilmot 1 "

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" Love who, Carrie," he answered, with feigned surprise.

" Lady Ethel Alma," said Courtney, in a half indignant tone.

'• Well, yes, I do, in a measure, my highest hopes would ever
be to have her for — ."

" There don't say any more," said the impatient Courtney.

" Stay, do not leave the room before I have finished my
sentenca"

" Well then, please be quick."

" I was about to say (glancing at his brother) for my sister-in.
law."

" Is that really so/' said Courtney, in a pleased tone ; " but I
fear," he added in an altered one, *' that can never be. You mast
get some one." he said, " to write to me with regard to the progress
you make in your health."

" But surely you will call and see me.'

" No, I shall not, for of course your visit will not be a long
one, and I do not wish to be recognized in my poverty."

•* But Courtney, what did our dear one wish with regard to
Alma ; ought you not for her sweet sake to try and make him
your friend."

" Oh yes, dear mother knew how I should suffer. I can't
promise anything now," he said, sadly.

The time soon arrived for Wilmot's departure. Mrs. Stacy was
quite sorry to part with him, not on account of the money, but be-
cause she would miss his gentle thanks for every little service
rendered him. She liked Courtney, but Wilmot a great deal
better. Her husband used to say he liked one as well as the other.
As for Carrie, she liked neither.

The rooms seemed now very dull and lonely to Courtney. It is
strange how often sick ones spread love around their sorrow j it
was so in this case, and his brother mipsed him a great deal more
on that account.

Several letters came from Cavendish Square, written by Wilmot

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himself, who declared he was getting quite strong, frequently
speaking of the care Lady Ethel bestowed on him. Every letter
expressed an earnest wish that he would make Alma his friend.

Courtney thought, " if I get on in the world, I will try, and do so
for mother's sake."

It did seem much like getting up hill this morning, when he
was pondering over in his mind, how he should manage to settle

ith Mrs. Stacy. At last he said to himself " well I must ^^awn
this watch'" which for days his pride had been shrinking from.
" She must be paid, and that's the only way I can do it."

Courtney went slowly along the strtet, and turned into the
Essex road and, at the comer of the first turning he came to th*
pawnbrokers, he walked round and round not liking to go in, but
at last he put his foot on the step, when he felt a light touch on
his arm ; looking round he saw Mrs. Stacy with her little market-
basket on her arm.

" Mr. Throcton," she said, " I would like to speak with you for
V few minutes."

" Certainly," he said, though he did not feel at all pleased,
thinking she perhaps was going to give him a lecture on the
miseries of pawnshops.

" I was going to tell you. Sir, that Mr. Stacy had a letter from
a gentleman this morning, asking if he knew of anyone that
would take the entire charge of his business aflfairs."

« What kind of business, Mrs. Stacy 1 "

" I think it is a bookseller's, in the Strand. My husband
thought perhaps you might take it for a time."

Courtney hesitated.

" 1 hope, sir, T have not given any offence, by intruding on your
private affairs."

" My dear Mrs. Stacy, I thank you from my heart, I was then
feeling a little doubtful whether I should be capable of taking it.'*

" Oh ! yes Sir, I am sure you would. I know Mr. Stacy would

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like to talk to you about it, while I finish my aiarketing," she
said," with a pleasant smile and a nod.

Courtney raised his hat politely and took the hint.

Just as Mrs. Stacy was on the step, waiting for her husband to
open the door, the postman gave her a letter for Courtney. When
alone he took it to the window to inspect the outside more closely.
"Can it be," he muttered, " that she would condescend to write
me. I am sure it must be from Lady Ethel. Oh yes, here's the
crest. Indeed it looks like a symbol of her delicate hand. Poor
fellow, he may be too ill to write." He then hastily opened it,
fearing the result, and read as follows : —

Mr. Throcton,

Sir. — Our honored guest, your brother, I am grieved to inform
you, is suffering from a relapse ; hasten I entreat you at once.
My brother has also some important news to communicate."

Yours truly,

Ethel Alma,
23 Cavendish Square, "West.

Courtney soon made the best of his way there, and was usheied
silently into the sick room, when the echo of " Ethel darling "
reached his ears. He knew it to be Wilmot's voice. For a
moment he felt heartsick. Alma's communications, he thought
referred to Lady Ethel and Wilmot.

Unperceived, he saw the Lady Ethel kneeling by the bedside,
holding Wilmot's hand in hers. The beauteous sun was falling
upon her golden hair, and over the pale features of the patient.
Courtney made a slight noise, and stepped back from view.

Lady Ethel came forward and bowed, " Mr. Throcton, I pre
sume."

" Yes, Madam," said Courtney, with a slight inclination of the
head.

He felt chilled at her manner after seeing her, as he thought, on

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such loving terms with his brother, but that was soon overcome
hy his anxiety for him.

Lady Ethel glided from the room, leaving them alone. Wilmot
was the first to speak.

" I am so glad to see you, how good of you to come."
. " I came by Lady Ethel's commands, but how ill you look."

" I wn feeling much better to-day, it's nothing but weakness,"
he added in a light tone, " so don't look so grave,"

" I expect you have had every attention, Wilmot."

" Oh Courtney, that sweet girl, Ethel, has nursed me herself.
I was telling her just before you came in about dear mother's
homeward journey. You might have seen her tearful eyes."

" I did not, she scarcely raised them, when speaking to me."

A servant entered, bearing a tray of refreshments for the
invalid. Ethel followed, taking from the tray a basin of broth,
with which she tried to coax Wilmot in her own sweet way.

" Ethel," he said, taking it from her, " you do not know what
pleasure you have given me."

" Well then, you must get better, by way of thanks."

" I am very grateful to you, Mr. Throcton, for saving my life,"
said Lady Ethel in a cold, indifferent tone.

Courtney thought the tone implied very ungrateful. " I am
proud of the honor of having been of any service to you, Lady
Ethel," he replied, in his usual haughty way.

When alone, Wilmot said " why do you speak in such a manner
to Ethel, she is such a gentle creature, a harsh word is more to
her than a thousand words to some."

" Her manner was distant to me, when she knew we were
brothers, for you must have told them your real name."

" Think, Courtney, could I remain under a gentleman's roof as
bis guest under a false one. 1 think Alma has some good news
for you."

" I hope I have, Mr. Throcton," said Alma, who had overheard

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the remark, at the same time extending his hand. " I am glad
I have met you again that I can tne more fully express my thanks
for the nobleness of your act, -which, in all probability, saved my
sisters life."

" Pray sir, do not mention it," said Courtney,"

" I am glad," continued Alma, '• that we meet here instead of
the coach," the memory of which caused them a little amusement.

Ethel was busy now propping the pillows for the invalid to sit
up, while the gentlemen were at the farther corner of the room,
chatting away quite merrily. Poor Courtney's face had not worn
such an expression since we first knew him.

" Ethel, dear, look at Courtney how happy he looks ! "

" Does hel" waj» the indifferent answer.

" Ethel, are you not pleased to see him for my sake 1 "

" You know," she said, with a bright smile, " Frank says I am
fond of invalids."

He pressed her hand while a tear started to his eye.

" Golden hair," said Frank, " you will have to be a witness."

"Eh! what, Frank?"

*' Stand there, if you please, Ethel, at the foot of the bed."

Courtney stood on the one side and Alma on the other, who
bent over the patient and whispered what they purposed doing.

A beautiful smile lit up his handsome face, expressive of deep

earnest joy. They stood a few moments in silence. Wilmot

took the hand of each in his frail grasp, and held them for a

moment j then he locked the right hand of each, keeping his own

lightly over their*?, then, with uplifted face, he said in sweet

solemn tones : " Dear Mother, if thou art permitted to be our

guardian angel, look down, I pray thee, and see thy pure wish

gratified, and may the ties of friendship be strong for thy sweet

sake even until death."

They shook hands and repeated " even until death."
" Oh ! look, " said Ethel.

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The effort had been too great, he had fainted. Ethel bathed his
temples while Courtney rubbed the poor weak hands. When he
was better, Ethel declared she would not let the gentlemen stay in
the sick room, reminded Alma that she was the nurse, and ex-
pected her orders obeyed.

The sound of the dinner bell was heard, Ethel begged to be
excused.

CHAPTER THE FOURTEENTH.

i^lii

Quit, quit ; for shame ! this will not move,

This cannot take her.
If of herself she will not love,
Nothing can make her ;

The devil take her.

Sir John Suckling.

Alma and Courtney conversed freely over their repast ; the
latter felt sure that Lady Ethel had some reason in connection
with him for not being present.

" I wish," he thought, " she would favor me with her looks as
much as Carrie." He smiled to himself at the comparison.

Courtney asked Alma's advice with regard to the situation of
which we have spoken.

" When we have finished dinner," he said gaily, " we will talk
over the matter. I do not fancy you will care about it, when I
hare unfolded the pleasant news I have in store for you."

" I am afraid," said Courtney laughing, you will not unfold it
quick enough for an impatient being like me to bear."

Alma's brow clouded.

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,^ "Pardon me, I was only jesting."

i,.,ij**Then I will do my very best to try your patience," said Alma
who could not refrain from teazing, if any one took it as he inten-
ded, which was always perfectly free from malice.

" Shall we go now and hunt up the news, which is hidden in
the library 1 "

" Are they there 1 I thought they were stored away in your
memory."

"Oh; my Throcton. No; they would have fallen out, may
be, w.'aen I galloped after my fair sister, but she was saved by a
braver knight.

A very cheerful room the library was ; every now and then
the summer evening breeze would bring with it sweet perfume
from the flowers.

,,...*,< Let us sit near the window, Throcton. I have so much to say
I fear I shall weary you. To begin with, you, of course, remem-
ber the coach, or rather the inmates."

Courtney nodded.

*' Sir John Leslie is dead. He recognized you from tha resem-
blance you bore to your father, and your card proved it in a
measure."

H^re Courtney colored.

** Never mind, Throcton, we all make mistakes."

" I am ashamed to say. Alma, it was not a mistake."

" I meant," said Alma, " that false pride was a mistake ; forgive
me for speaking so plainly. I also meant to infer that we all err
in some way or other, but fortunately, the rest of the gentlemen
thought the addiess was '•mitted unir ' "^ntionally."
' :" What made you think differently," enquired Courcney.

" Because as I read the proud look in your eye, I seemed in a
moment to understand you, and I felt for you deeply. Was it not
strange our parents were friends 1 Wilmot told us all about it,
but excuse me, I am wandering from the subject."

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*•' Lord Elviner," continued Elma, " was one that I esteemed
very highly ; his horse threw him a few weeks ago and he died
from the effects."

" It was indeed a sad end, I am very sorry to hear it," said
Courtney.

" Yes, poor fellow, he looked forward to a long and happy life,
with one that is very dear to me."

Courtney started.

" I see I am beginning to weary you already," said Alma, who
bad mistaken the start for a fidgety movement.

" Indeed you are not ; I am waiting anxiously to hear some-
thing of Mr. Arthur Leslie."

" Well," continued Alma, " he is a Lieutanant, lately called
into active service, and it is said he is a brave soldier. The fourth
and the least of the company has been, since we first met, very
highly favored."

" How so 1 said Courtney in wonderment.

" Why, in the first place, I L ve been honored by the confidence
of the dying ; secondly, to have the privilege so soon to put their
wish into execution ; and thirdly, in having you, Courtney, for
my friend and brother." ^

" I trust, dear Alma, you may never repent of this your noble
aet, in conforming to our dear ones wish."

" Pray do not say noble, for I was glad too for my own sake."

" Alma," said Courtney, laying his hand on his brother's
shoulder, " words cannot express the joy my sad heart feels to-day ;
but even yet there lingers a touch of sorrow in which I know you
have already shared ; I mean my anxiety for my brother. Do
you think he will live 1 "

" The Doctor says," said Alma, in a grave tone, " that it is only
weakness ; if that is the case, we shall soon have him all right."
" Lady Ethel has indeed been very kind," said Courtney.

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'' Remember, Courtney, she is your sister as well as mine,
therefore you must speak of her as such."

" Perhaps she will not permit me."

" Oh yes, she will, I can answer for golden hair," said Alma.

" I must see about starting, and thanks for the information you
have imparted. Courtney was standing ready for departure, when
Alma, to his surprise, looked at him for a moment as one bewilder-
ed, threw himself back in his chair, covered his face with his
hands, his whole frame shaking with the effort of suppresed
laughter.

" Oh ! pardon me, don't look so grave or I shall never cease
laughing." The tears were now streaming down his cheeks.

"'But Alma, tell me what it is and let me join you."

" I have not begun," said Alma, " to unfold the news I have in
store for you ; the bare idea of your thinking I had," and here
he laughed again, but this time not alone, though Courtney did
not see the joke, yet could not refrain from joining the gay, Frank,
who must make fun out of something.

Their merriment was overheard by Lady Ethel, who entered,
exclaiming :

"Why, Frank, I could not resist coming in to find out the
cause of your merriment."

Courtney presented her with a chair, which was very coolly
accepted.

" Do you know. Lady fair," said Frank, " I intend to punish
you, by not satisfying your curiosity."

" Oh Frank ! how could you punish me in such a cruel manner V
said Ethel in a playful tone.

" Nothing is too severe for a lady who forbids our entrance to a
sick room."

" But if that lady consents to your sitting by the patient, will
you not forgive ] "

" No, Ethel, never, never^j" he replied with mock gravity.

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Much to the surprise of Courtney and amusement of both, Lady
Ethel partly turned her head and pretended to wipe the tears from
her eyes.

" Come golden hair," said Frank, lailghing, " dry your eyes, I
will not forgive, but will instead introduce you to your new
brother."

In a moment th*? playful rpanner of Ethel disappeared. Taking
his sister's hand he put it into Courtney's, saying as he did so,
"Ethel, dear, you must be a sister to Courtney, for Wilmot's sake
and for mine."

Lady Ethel colored, and for a moment their eyes met ; there
was an expression of mingled love and sorrow in Courtney's dark
eye that made her answer in a softer tone than she had hitherto
done :

" I will be your sister if you wish, Courtney."

" Indeed I do, Ethel," he answered in a low tone. It seemed
to him so strange to hear her call him Courtney, and yet how
sweet j but why should she call him so, for Wilmot's sake, he
Cdtfld'ftot nnderstand. I fancy Alma thinks there is something
between them, I am half inclined to think so too. How can I be
a brother to her in my position. Well, this is a queer world, or

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CHAPTER THE FIFTEENTH.

Where throngs of knights and barons bold,
In weeds of peace high triumphs hold,

With store of ladies, ^/hose bright eyes
Rain influence, and adjudge the prize ;

Such sights as youthful poets dream
On summer eves by haur.ted stream.

Milton.

" Courtney come and sat dcfwn once more. Now our fair sister
has made her exit, richer than when she entered*"

" You flatter, Alma."

" Nay, my brother, I am not an expert in that art, but however,
that's nothing to do with the principal matter in hand. I want
now," he continued, " to speak more of Sir John Leslie. This
document which I hold in my hand, how it brings back to the
memory the features of the dying."

« Did he suffer much 1"

"A gi-eat deal, but not towards the last. His jnd was calm
and peaceful, such as I trust may be ours ; but Courtney," he
added, earnestly, " he was a christian in the true sense of the
word."

" Such was our dear one," said Courtney, in a tremelous voice.

" Our last conversation," said Alma, " was about you."

" Me," exclaimed Courtney.

" You won't be surprised when I tell you. Your noble father
did him, in some way, a great kindness when in a foreign coun-
try. Sir John, though quite young, resolved if ever an oppor-
tunity offered, he would, in some way repay. Theii intimacy was
of short duration, much to their regret. It is only one year since

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Sir John returned from a foreign land, where he had the good
fortune to accumulate honest wealth. Since his return, to my
knowledge, he has been searching for you and yours, until he saw
the resemblance in you and felt confident that you were the son
of his honored friend. He told me you looked so distressed that
he did not like to converse with you, in fact he thought by the
exchange of cards he would be enabled to call on his friend's be-
loved. I remember noticing at the time his disappointment at
not seeing the address."

" How many Diore shall I grieve," said Courtney, " by my
wretched pride. Dear mother would have been glad to have wel-
comed the friend of her husband."

" I am sure she would ; but do not grieve ; you know when we
see our fault, half the battle's won ; cheer up my brother and read
this document."

Courtney read as follows : —

"I bequeath to Courtney Throoton the sum of ten thousand
pounds sterling, on condition that the said Courtney Throcton
hands over to the Honorable Frank Alma a document which he
has in his possession, and that the said document should be a copy
proclaiming his right to the title of Sir Courtney Throcton ; that
the aforesaid document should, for the space of fifty years, be in
the possession of the Honorable Frank Alma or next of kin. At
the expiration of the aforesaid time, the said Courtney Throcton
or next of kin should return this document of the said Honorable
Frank Alma or next of kin for the aforesaid document.
" Signed by my hand, July, 1860.

« Sir John Leslie."

" What a singular will," said Courtney, after a few moments
silence, " how generous of Sir John ; but I do not see why I
should not keep the document in my possession. You know that
handsome sum would perhaps enable me to prove that ^ am the
rightful heir."

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*• Let mo explain, Courtney. Your father told Sir John that
he had wasted a great deal of money in trying to obtain the title.
He also expressed a wish that his son should never act in the some
manner, because your father led Sir John distinctly to understand
that if obtained it would be quite useless on account of the heavy
mortgages on all the magnificient estates. It would be quite use-
less to attempt to redeem them with ten thousand pounds ; there-
fore, Sir John thought it wisest to lay the temptation entirely out
of your reach. I referred to this decument when I spoke of being
honored by the confidence of the dying. He left the money en-
tirely in my hands. Above all, Courtney, remember the promise
you gave your dying mother. She told you herself it would be
a useless title."

"I will give you the document to-morrow," said Courtney,,
thoughtfully, " fortune seems to bewilder me to-day."

*' Will you accept that offer in the Strand," enquired Frank
with a knowing look.

" No, thank you, sir, I mean to make one step towards my ambi-
tion by getting a commission to enter the army."

•* I am sorry for that, I would have liked you to have been an
irtist, then I could frequently have had your society ; if you enter
the army you may be ordered off at any time."

" That's just the kind of excitement I like, rushing off to protect
our Queen and our country," said Courtney, in an excited tone,
but a shade of sadness came over his face as he thought of Ethel.
It may be said he did not feel quite so ready to rush off.

** Good-night, Alma, I think I will keep my purpose a secret for
a few days. What a surprise you have given me ; I cannot realize
it yet."

" Will you not stay with us to-night," said Alma.
■ " No, thank you, not to-night. Adieu. Adieu until t»-morrow."'

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CHAPTER THE SIXTEENTH.

We look before and after,

We pine for what is not ;
Our sinceregt laughter

With some sad pain is fraught ;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Shelley.

So they parted, and Courtney hastened from the house and
walked rapidly to his lodginga. '* How true it is," he thought, " we
don't know what a day may bring forth."

" True, Courtney, neither do you know if to-morrow's sun will
find you so light-hearted."

" Oh Ethel, Ethel," he murmured, " I wish for thy sweet sake
that the title would be useful and not useless. I would brave
every danger on the battle-field for thee. Cease not," he continued
to himself, "thy smiles. Oh ! fortune fair, cease not, I say, until
thou hast taken my heart to my lady love and brought me back,
oh fortune fair, her gentle heart instead."

On the following morn his waking thoughts were of Lady Ethel.
" I shall be," he thought, " in a position to-day to pay my addresses
to her."

He dressed himself with unusual care, and certainly looked
very handsome. He thanked Mr. Stacy for the kindly interest he
had taken in his welfare, declined the offer spoken of, retired to
his own room, locked the door, placed his desk on the table, and
sat down, with a satisfied smile to look for the document. What
can be the matter with our hero ; the smile ne longer hovers
around the mouth ; his face is becoming paler. See his trembl-
ing hand. Yes he has cleared the desk, and the document is not

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there. He looked in every posBible place and every impossible
place, but no where could the document be found. Would Alma
doubt him ever having it. Perhaps he would think him an im-
postor. Fickle fortune, yesterday thou wert smiling all the day,
but to-day I can see nothing but frowns, nor can I," he muttered,
impatiently, " think of the Lady Ethel as I thought of her yester-
day. How can I buy a commission, in fact how can I do any-
thing but be miserable," he muttered half aloud, as he threw
himself into a chair in Alma's library.

" Can a sister cheer you, or share your sorrow."

He started.

" You should not start at your sister's voice," said Ethel gaily.

" I was not aware of your presence until J heard the rippling
wave. Why how strange I never heard it."

" Your ears must be very quick," she said, in an innocent tone.

" Can I not," said Courtney, compare the voice I love to the
rippling wave."

" Oh yes, Courtney, I do'^'t know how you might act in a case
like that."

*. Do I not love you, Ethel," he asked in earnest tones.

•'Why of course you ought, sir, am I not your sister?" she
added, playfully, " rippling waves do not usually apply to a sister
though, they might to a Miss C. S."

Courtney's look of astonishment amused her.

" You did not think your sister knew so much about you, but
there, I will not teaze you very much about Miss C. S."

" Indeed, Ethel, I do not understand you."

" Good-morning, Courtney," said Alma, " has Ethel been annoy-
ing you. I see you are looking very grave."

" Your sister has certainly mystified me, and not only that, I
have good cause for looking unhappy."

" I am sorry to hear that." mwsurR r».i

'* Yes, Alma, I fear you will think me an impostor."

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" Tell US what you mean," said EtheU

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"I have lost the precious document, aiid in that I lose every-
thing."

" Oh ! Courtney ! " exclaimed Alma and Ethel in a breath,
" don't say that."

Ethel left the room, thinking — and very rightly — that, Alma
could converse better with Courtney alone. Courtney felt as i f
the last ray of sunlight had vanished.

"In one way I am not soiry the document is missing. I shall
now have the pleasure of helping you, if you will allow me to act
by you as I feel you would by me."

" Dear Alma, I wronged you ^ip, thought. I feared you would
think me an — " a .

" !Pon't say that ugly word. I phall never think of you differ-
ently than a loved brother. Come, what can T do for you ] "

" I am so vexed," said Courtney, " that I declined this morn-
ing Mr. Stacy's kind offer."

" I think you were quite right when your taste runs altogether
in a different line."
, " Yes, but I cannot afford to talk about taste."

" Why not V said Alma laughing.

" Oh, don't ask why," said Courtney, impatiently.

" I am not rich, Courtney, but 1 have plenty and some to spare ;
if you will allow me to enable you to buy your commision, I think
you might give me a brother's privilege in starting you in the
world. I feel sure you would soon make a position that you
ought ^pw by j^our birthright to fill." - ,. ,> .*

Courtney hesitated for some few moments struggling with pride,
though he fully appreciated Alma's offer, was about to resolutely
decline, when his better nature overcame. Alma waited quietly
for the answer.

"I will accept your generous offer, and many, many thanks*

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Bat supposing," said Courtney, «* that Boinething should happen,
that I am unable to return the money."

" Then I must throw you straightway into prison ; but, before
I do that, you must promise to quit Mrs. Stacy's and make this
your home until you rush off to the wars," said Alma, gaily,
"Will you Courtney?"

'* Indeed I will, most willingly."

"That's right; now we will go and see the invalid, who is
bordering on convalescence."

Alma led the way through an ante room, where, to Courtney's
surprise, he saw Ebhel and Carrie. Ethel ceased talking and
seemed to watch Courtney, whom, she imagined, looked very
awkward ; the truth was he did feel so because Carrie had fre-
quently treated him so rudely ; he, however, felt bound to recog-
nize her for her parents sake, whom he liked very much. She did
her best to stare him out of countenai.ce, when he bowed, perhaps
a little coolly, and said, " good afternoon, Miss Stacy," he smiled
on Lady Ethel, and passed on into the principal apartment,
where another surprise awaited him. His brother was reclining,
by him was seated a very handsome lady. She appeared tall
and graceful, black hair and dark brown eyes, fair skin, features
regular. To Courtney's mind, the expression of her face was too
haughty.

" Ah, Courtney, your pride has been subdued by kindness, giv-
ing you a taste for all that is loveable."

" Allow me, Courtney, to introduce you to Lady Priscilla
Drulard." said Alma, with a slight tremour in his voice, which
much amused Wilmot, who, of course, guessed that Courtney was
i^ot aware that the Lady was Alma's betrothed.

" You see," said Lady Priscilla, a smile lighting up her beauti-
ful face, " what wonders Ebhel has done for your brother."

" Yes indeed, madam." Bending his Keen eye on Wilmot, he

said in a playful tone, " have you been a good patient ? "
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Wilmot laughed. " Here comes Ethel, ask her."

" You need not ask me. I fear, Courtney, you would not be
half so good a patient."

Courtney's brow clouded. " Perhaps the lady nurse would not
be so patient with me."

" Just listen to the charge he makes against me, Priscilla." She
linked her arm within her lady companion's ; they then made their
exit together, leaving the brothers alone.

" You are looking first-class, Wilmot, T am so glad to find such
a change in you."

" Did you find the document 1 " enquired his brother.

He was going to tell him all about it but thought it wisest not.
It might distress him and so lengthen his recovery, and for once
we must give our hero credit for thoughtfulness. He answered
by asking a question : " Who on earth is that beautiful lady ? "

" Do you think her half as beautiful as our fair Ethel 1 "

" I don't know," he said, indifferently, " I suppose they are
both beautiful."

Now Courtney thought Lady Ethel by far the most lovely ; he
felt a little perverse and aever liked to hear Wilmot praise her so
highly.

Oh jealousy, you wretched monster, how you crawl, monster
though you are, into hearts and mi^ds that should scorn to bear

you,

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" You answered my question by asking me another," said
Courtney.

" Well then, that was tit for tat," replied his brother. " Lady
Priscilla," said Wilmot, " is betrothed to Alma. Shi^ is a sister
of Mrs. Charles Hewitson. She has given Ethel and I — "

,M Ethel and you ! "

" Yes, my dear brother, Ethel and I have a very pressing in-
vitation to sp^nd a little time with her."

" Surely she does not live alone," enquired Courtney.

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country, so Ethel and I will bear her company with only two maid
servants in the house besides. I am looking forward to a nice
cosy time."

" Well its good to be an invalid after ajl," said Courtney,
laughing.

" My happiness will soon come to an end though."

"Whyl"

" Because Lady Priscilla intends gi' ing up the house."

*' Where dof she purpose going 1 " enquired Courtney.

" To Calais I believe."

" Has anything happened between Alma and the lady t "

" No," said Wilmot, smiling, " but something will t "

" When and where ? " said Courtney eagerly, at last guessing his
brother's meaning,

" In a few weeks, and at Barnes' Church, When is yours
coming oflf Courtney ? "

" After yours with Ethel," answered Courtney, sharply.

" I certainly," said Wilmot, " should be a bright specimen to
take care of her. We should have to reverse the order of things.
Neither Ethel nor I wish to do that."

" Have you any message for Mra. Stacy, I am going to have
the furniture sent here by Ethel's commands. Alma says she will
see that it is carefully stored away."

" Tell Mrs. Stacy I shall never forget her kindness."

" Oh that's nothing," said a familiar voice whom we recognize
at once as Miss Carrie Stacy.

Courtney stood like one petrified when she entered. Th ) other
two ladies looked amused, though a little bewildered at Miss
Carrie's manner.

" Well, Wilmot," she said, a little to that gentleman's annoy-
ance, throwing herself with a bump on the lounge at his feet, the

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shaking of which caused the poor patient to cough, " how are you
to-day V*

Before he could answer Ethel glided forward, while an amused
smile played around her mouth.

" Will you please take this chair, Miss Stacy."

" Oh, yes. Lady Ethel dear, you know I feel so at home."

** I wish to my heart you were," thought Courtney.

Miss Carrie was robed in dark blue, a large bow on her head of
the same hue, decorated still more by a glittering ornament.

She seemed to avoid Courtney, He thanked her accordingly in
his heart.

Wilmot was polite while Courtney was very cool to her, which
did not escape Lidy Ethel's notice. Alma soon joined them.

" Come into the conservatory, Miss Stacy," said Ethel, " and
enjoy the sweet flowers."

But Miss Stacy looked all around to see if either of the gentle-
men would like to enjoy the flowers too, but they neither looked
very much disposed unti' Ethel mad*^ a sign to Alma to join them.
She felt very much tempted to make the sign to Courtney instead,
but somehow was a little afraid.

" Well Mr. Alma," said the unabashed Miss Stacy.

" Well Miss Stacy," said Alma, much amused, " do you like
the view from hei-e 1 "

" Yes, very well, only it looks so jolly quiet."

" Bo you not think," said Ethel, " the fountains playing makes
the lawn look very cheerful 1 "

Brother and sister exchanged glances, as Miss Carrie replied.
'' No, Lady Ethel de ir, I think it all looks pretty tame. What I
like is to see lots of folks strolling about, a band playing, like they
have in the park, and nice select dancing, you know, Lady Ethel
dear."

Ethel was bound to turn her back on her brother so as to con-
ceal her merriment before answering.

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" I am not sure, she said quietly though with difficulty, that I
can fully enter into your mode of enjoyment, of course it is only
a matter of taste."

" Come, Miss Stacy," she added, " we will prepare for dinner."

" Thanks, I have got a gooi appetite, so I am already pre-
pared."

The two ladies retired. The gentlemen also, leaving Miss
Carrie with the invalid.

" This is your room, Courtney, I hope you will like it. I
believe Ethel arranged it partly herself.

Alma closed the door quickly, not giving him time to express
his pleasure. It was a very pretty room, overlooking the lawn.
He stood at the window wondering how he should settle with
Mrs. Stacy, when his eye fell on a note lying on the table
addressed to him. On opening it he found it contained a ten
pound note, with simply these words scrawled on a small piece of
paper : " Allow me this privilege," F. A.

The ladies did noo retire to their respective rooms, but both to
Lady Priscilla's, where Ethel threw herself upon the lounge, and
gave vent to a hearty laugh at Miss Carrie's expense, in which
the other lady did not forget to assist. The dinner passed with
only a few mishaps on Miss Carrie's part, much to the a.nusement
of the ladies and vexation of Courtney, who could net imagine
why Carrie had been invited.

They were all chatting and talking when Alma turned aside to
€ourtney, and asked in an undertone if Miss Stacy was a
musician.

" I do not know," said Courtney, sullenly.

Alma then nodded to Ethel for her to ask.

Ethel said " Miss Stacy will you favor us by playing 1 "

" I don't mind, Lady Ethel dear, if it's a pretty good piano."

Alma smiled. " Allow me to select your music."

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" I can only play one piece, and that I don't expect you have
got, because father always says it as old as the hills."

" The title. Miss Stacy ? "

" Starlight Waltz," replied the young lady, seating herself with
perfect composure.

" Is the music composed by James Bellak," enquired Alma.

" I don't know. By some James or other I suppose, but if you
can't find it I can play without as well as with, only I would like
you to turn over the leaves for me, you know," casting a sly
glance at Alma as she spoke, which distressed that gentleman
above a little, who would have given a little fortune to ^^ve in-
dulged in a laugh.

" Here it is. Miss Stacy, now 1 shall have the pleasure of
turning the leaves for you."

" I will nod when I want you to turn over."

" Oh thank you," said Alma in a sarcastic tone.

Happy Miss Carrie, the sarcastic sting touched her not. Alma
gave a slight leap in the air as Miss Carrie swept the musical
chords with her fairy fingers with such strength and energy that
the poor invalid trembled and envied her strength. Ethel de-
tained Courtney who seemed bent on making his exit.

" lam sorry," she said, " it is such startling music, for Wilmot's
aake. I fear it distresses him."

" But do you not like my starlight waltz ? "

" No indeed, Ethel, if it be played in that style, the incessant
banging is enough to frighten the stars out of the firmanent.''

" It is really," said Ethel, " a very pretty piece when weU
played."

One long, loud, boisterous flourish and the piece was ended,
much to the joy of the company.

*' Thank you. Miss Stacy," said Alma, with a broad smile,.
** you have quite charmed me."

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Lady Friscilla shook her head at Alma, as much as to say that
had better not be trne."

We must say she did not look very much alarmed. Carrie her-
self was delighted with her performance. The invalid, too, was
delighted, though in a different way.

" I suppose. Lady Ethel dear, I had better see about going
home to my poor old folks."

" Your parents," replied Lady Ethel with quiet dignity, " are
neither poor nor old, if they were they then might need your
Sympathy."

Cease your gentle reproof, Lady Ethel, for Miss Carrie is
quite incapable of comprehending your meaning.

Ethel touched the bell and gave her order in a quiet tone. In
a little while the servant announced the carriage. The servant
had scarcely closed the door when Carrie exclaimed, '* Oh that's
jolly. Now, Mr. Alma," said the forward Carrie, " will you
take me home 1 "

" I fear. Miss Stacy, I must confer that honor on Mr. Throe-
ton."

" You need not," was uppermost in Courtney's mind, but
thinking Alma did not wish to escort the lady fair, offered his
services accordingly.

Very few words were spoken in the carriage by either. Much
to Carrie's delight there were two of her companions whom sh©^
would not appear to notice, who stood and gaped as Courtney
assisted her to alight. He spoke a few words to Mrs. Stacy, then
re-entered the carriage, his mind full of perplexing thoi ghts.

Let us follow Carrie a little, who is not at all perplexed, her
mind being in such a small compass that fortunately it could not
admit of any perplexing thoughts to arise.

" So you see, mother, Mr. Throcton did notice me."

" I don't know what yeu mean Carrie, how was it you did not
come home at the usual time , and whose dress have you on,.

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Carrier* continued Mrs. Stacy, looking in wonderment at her
daughter, who had in the morning left her parental roof in a black
lustre, now returned in blue.

" I'll tell you all about it. Miss Holmes sent me on a message
to Lady Alma, then the Lady asked me to go and dine with
them."

" Dine with them, Carrie ? "

" Lor' yes, mother, have dinner with them I mean."

" Thank you," said her mother, quietly.

" One of the girls, continued Carrie, lent me her best blue dress.

" I should have thought, interrupted her father, you had better
have worn your own."

" Oh ! I daresay ; I have not such silly pride."

" Oh ! indeed ! " said Mrs. Stacy.

Carrie flinched for a moment at this remark.

" I think," said Mrs. FJtacy, " you must have mistaken Lady
Alma; I don't see why they should invite you."

" I am sure I don't know, and what's more I don't care," said
the polite Carrie. She told her paronts all details concerning her-
self, not omitting her performance on the instrument.

" Carrie," said her father, " why did you attempt to play before
such an accomplished lady ? "

" Mercy on us, father, I expect 1 played that waltz as well as
«he did herself."

" Oh, indeed ! "

" Yse, mother. Oh indeed, and, " exclaimed that exasperated
young lady, " the Honourable Frank Alma said he was charmed."

" Well he might be," said her father, " I should think he re-
fered to your manners as well as your music."

"I never did see such cruel folks as you are," said Carrie,
Attempting to cry, " you ought to be proud of your daughter, you
ought, the only one you have got, too ; it is a shame how you trea

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me instead of being glad of the good chance I have of getting oflf
your hands."

" Carrie," said her father, in rather a stern voice which was un-
usual to him, " we, of course, love you as our daughter, we try to
show you where you err, but ^ou will not listen ; you must not
expect again to enter that circle ; you are not suited either in
mind or manner. I must enquire into and ascertain the real
<!ause of your invitation."

" The very idea," said the aggrieved Carrie, as she flounced out
of the parlor into her own room. Then, for the first time, it oo-
cured to her why they had invited her. " Surely," she muttered,
" Miss Jones would never have told that secret. What shall I do
if she has?"

It is to be hoped. Miss Carrie, you will be found out and ex-
posed, like every untruthful person deserves to be.

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CHAPTER THE SEVENTEENTH.

'Twaa in the prime of summer time,

An evening calm and cool,
As four-and-twenty happy boys

Came bounding out of school.
There were some that ran, and some that leapt,

Like troutlets in a pool.
Like sportive deer they coursed about,

And shouted as they ran.
Turning to mirth all things of earth.

As only boyhood can.

Thomas Hood.

How pretty Barnes' Common looks this beautiful summer
morn ; everything looks bright overhead and beneath ; how pleas-
ant is nature's carpet. But we must not loiter here for I hear the
tramp of horses on the road side. I see them ! What splendid
riders ! How gay and happy they look ! Why ! we know them
well ! Whither away Courtney with the fair Ethel.

" Ethel," said Courtney, " will you pardon me if I ask you a
plain question 1 "

The lady checked her horse in an instant. " Certainly, Courtney,
what is it 1 "

" Why did Alma invite Miss Stacy ? "

" He did not to my knowledge."

" Did you then Ethel 1 "

"Yes, Courtnev, forgive me, I thought it would please you."

" I don't understand yo»," said Courtney, haughtily.

" When you speak to me in a less haughty tone I shall bave
more courage to explain."

" Forgive me, sister Ethel, but why did you invite her 1 "

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" I thought, Courtney," she said, while a deep blush spread over
her fair face, " that if I am to have her for my sister-in-law, I
ought to try and like her for your sake," looking up with truthful
eyes, as if expecting a smile from him.

" By the heathen gods it cannot be,*' he exclaimed passionately

To Ethel's astonishment he galloped off as fast as ever the poor
animal could gallop.

Lady Ethel's horse wanted to bear the other company, which
she would not permit, but trotted along very quietly.

Courtney was now just within sight. Ethel was at a loss what
to make of his strange behaviour, when he suddenly turned his
horses head and galloped towards her.

Lady Ethel, courteously waited until he joined her, patting
affectionately the while the noble animal's neck. The sensible
creature understood her carresses quite well.

" Pardon my rudeness, Ethel, but let us at once return to our
hospitable friends, from thence I must hasten to London on im-
portant business."

Ethel v:-isely kept her thoughts to herseif lastead of enquiring as
to the nature of the business. They, however, soon reached Mort-
lake rectory. Mr. and Mrs. Hewitson were kind and good, es-
pecially to the poor ; they did their utmost, when it was necessary,
to feed the body as well as the soul, which, alas, so many forget.

They had one sweet little boy between three and four years of
age, whom they called Harry. Mrs. Hewitson, in passing through
the hall, was surprised to see Ethel and Courtney. " Why," she
said, " you both look sad, I thought you would return looking
bright and happy."

Ethel colored slightly, hurried up stairs leaving Courtney to
answer. «

" I am sorry," she said to herself, " Mrs. Hewitson noticed my
looking sad ; he may really think I feel so because he is returning
to London."

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;

" And if Courtney did think so, Lady Ethel, he would be per-
fectly right, and your heart in truth could answer nothing else
to the charge."

" In fact, my dear madame," said Courtney in answer to Mrs.
Hewitson's remark," I am grieved to leave your hospitable roof so
soon."

" No ! no ! Mr. Throcton, I cannot hear of it."

" Is Alma within 1 " enquired Courtney.

" Yes, in the nursery romping with our boy."

" Is there, I ask all mothers, a prettier room in the whole house
than the nursei-y, especially when unmolested by an unprincipled
nurse. Give one glance round this room, look at the floor all
strewed with picture books, mostly torn. You say that's not
pretty, pardon me, I think so because it is expressive of tiny fing.
ers that have experienced great pleasure in dissecting the books
and toys. Though you may check their destructive propensities, yet
cannot but smile when you watch their silent delight in put-
ting their tiny fat fingers on a picture which seems to attract, but
the chief attraction really lies in beholding their small fingers on
the other side of the picture, then hold it up to view with a li tie
shout of triumph. Shout on thou cunny child of earth, for sorrow
may soon encircle thee in her long and dreary mantle. Look at
little Harry how bravely he sits on his favorite rocking horse
calling uncle Frank.

" Well Sir," answered Alma.

" My horse is better than your Gip," said the little fellow,
^* for it does'nt run away with me like Gip did with Aunty Ethel.
Mamma says that I can call the gentleman that saved Aunty
Ethel's life uncle Cour if I like."
♦" So you oan, my little man," said Courtney highly pleased.

" Uncle Frank show Uncle Cour," said the boy, shyly, " how I
-can mount your back."

In a moment he was on it, then on his shoulders. His silvery

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laugh brought the ladies to see the fun ; then (Jourtney showed
him a few tricks belonging to gymnastica, which half frightened
Harry at first, though he soon had confidence in Uncle Oour. At
last he wanted Aunty Priss., as he called the Lady Priscilla. You
may be sure she very soon took him. What Aunt could resist
the o.veet pleading voice of a wee boy 1

The .gentlemen talked aside for a fe v moments ; they then
sought Mr. Hewitson in his study to inform him ot their inten-
tion.

He, of course, like his wife, was very sorry ; expressed a wish
that Mr. Throcton would put it off until to-morrow, because Lady
Priscilla wished him to see her pretty little house. Courtney
thought it a rather funny request, but, of course, said he would be
very pleased.

Let us return for a little to the nursery.

" Priscilla," said Ethel.. " Frank I think will return to London
to-day or to-morrow."

" Why so soon 1 "
, " J cannot very well explain, though I think there has been
some untruthful statement made with regard to Courtney."

" Do you," said Lady Priscilla, eagerly. " I do like him she
added »o much, though one can see he is very passionate, yet
there's something about him so noble looking; it may be," she
said, slyly, " that I have imbibed the idea from Alma."

" Yery likely," said Ethel, laughing.

" You don't say what you think, Ethel, but there I will not in
trude, though everyone notices the attention Wilmot solicits from

you."

" Do they," said Ethel, sadly, but perfectly understand my at-
tentions ."re given in a pure sisterly way. I am glad," she con-
tinued, " he seems to find such comfort under the hi^h influence
of Mr. Hewitson."

The lively boy found amongst his toys something that did not

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seem to please him, which he endeavoured with all his force to
bring to ruin by tearing it to pieces ; failing in the attempt, he
sprang from the floor, saying: "Aunty £thel, I don't like this
nasty old thin^, you can have it."

" Oh, thank you, Master Harry," said Ethel, laughing, " I
suppose I must take care of it."

" Yes," cried the child, " Mamma always takes care of anything
1 give her, and so did Ethel."

" I think," said Lady Ethel, " we will see if the gentlemen are
ready to visit your pretty home. She bent lovingly over her com-
tpanion, and with a little light laugh she said, "poor Priscilla, it
won't be your home long, will it 1 "

" Fie, Ethel, your sympathies are not real, ycu have spoiled
your brother. I fear I shall have a great deal of trouble with him,
however, I will lay it to your charge," she said, shaking her head.

•* The very thought makes me tremble," said Lady Ethel,
gayly. " I tremble and shake, so let us make haste and see if
'they are ready."

" What is the distance. Madam," said Courtney, addressing
Lady Priscilla."

" A little less than a mile, Mr. Throcton."

" You are thinking about your brother," said Mr. Hewitson.

** Come here to the window and see how skilfully Ethel is
arranging the pillows in the carriage for his comfort. I declare
she is a splendid nurse."

" How kind of you, madan, to -order the carriage for that little
•distance."

" You know," she answered with a smile, " I am never so
happy as when I can render any little service to those that are
afflicted. If it were not for their suffering, I love to see them so
•near the border of a better land."

Courtney started.

*' Do not start, we must hope tha ohange may strengthen him."

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CHAPTER THE EIGHTEENTH.

I remember, 1 remember the house where I wm bom,

The little window where the sun came peeping in at morn ;

He never came a wink too soon, nor brought too long a day,
But now I often wish the night had borne my breath away.

1 remember, I remember, the ir trees dark and high ;

I used to think their slender tops were close against the sky :
It was a childish ignorance, but now 'tis little joy,

To know I'm farther off from heaven than when I was a boy.

Tlvomas Hood.

Alma insisted on driving. The ladies seemed very much
amused about something, one would think by their exchanging
smiles. The brv. thers were very quiet, the conversation with Mrs.
Hewitson had made Courtney feel dull, but how he wished to be
an invalid, if only, he thought, to have the care bestowed on him
by the one he loved.

" Ah I Courtney, your healthy frame knows not what it is ; if
it were not for the loved ones around him it would be a trial
greater than he could iMar."

" We are nearing our dear old home,'' said Wilmot.

" Yes," answered his brother, " every spot is dear around."

Great was their surprise when Alma stopped right in front of the
pretty villa of Seftensville, and greater still when Anni« ran down
the path to greet them.

" Why, Annie," they said, shaking hands warmly with her,
^' how is it you are here ? "

" It was the ladies that told m« to come sir."

They shook their heads as much as to say, " don't say any more
Annie."

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" CDurtney," said Ethel, " would you like to walk over the
hourie that is so familiar to you ? "

" I hardly know, Ethel j I would and then again I would not,
and perhaps it might detain you ladies too long."

" Not at all, Mr. Throcton," said Lady Priscilla, " I would be
glad," she said, turning to Wilmot, laying her head on his arm,
"to detain you tiere at my house as long as I can."

"Coiiie, ladies and gentlemen," said Alma, will you never get
out of the carriage, or shall i be under the painful necessity of
lifting you out one by one."'

" I, for one, thank you for your kind offer," said Courtney,
springing out as be spoke.

How carefully they assisted Wilmot to alight. The ladies hu**-
ried on to the house, leaving the brothers to follow. Wilmou
leaning jn the strong arm of his brother. Neither spoke, each
occupied with his own thoughts.

" Annie," said Ethel, when she entered the little parior we know-
so well, " Is it all right V

" Yes my Lady," answered Annie.

After a little, when the invalid had rested, Ethel conducted
them up that H*}tle flight of scairs and left them on the threshold
of their mother's room. Great was their surprise to find the room
arranged exactly as when their dear one was amongSb them. They
entered softly witli hushed voices as though treading on some hal-
lowed spot.

* ' This is Ethel's doing," said Courtney.

'' And Annie's," said his brother.

Courtney picked up a small piece of paper and read :

"A labor of love from sister Ethel."

" This is where Ethel has stowed our farniture, she has done
this for jour comfort," said Courtney.

" For both," answered Wilmot quietly.

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They sat in silence for some time until it was broken by Court-
ney, who said : " I wonder whose hands this house will fall into
after Lady Priscillas."

" I would like," said Wilmot, " to live and die here."

" Hush, Wilmot, this room makes my heart ache."

" Wh, '," enquired Wilmot.

" Do you ask why, when all that made it really so dear is
dead," he murmured.

" Nay, my brother, I cannot view it in that light. She is only
asleep and soon shall we meet her in a home where sorrow cannot
touch us even with its lightest finger."

" Courtney," said a soft sweet voice, " are you reedy to return?"

" Yes Ethel," answered Courtney.

Mrs Hewitson would not allow her sister to return no the village
until she had enjoyed their society more.

The gentlemen returned to Cavendish Square on the following
morning.

Miss Carii« Stacey felt quite comfortable now with regard to
her secret, because Miss Jones had assured her that she had never
uttered a word to a single soul. Miss Carrie was very busy this
evening trimming her bonnet, when her father enquired in a comi-
cal way " if that was to be her Sunday one."

'* Oh it's no use telling you, father, you don't know a hjunday one
from a Monday one."

" Do you think, " said her mother, " Lady Alma will ever invite
you again 1 "

" How can she, I should like to know, when she is in the
country."

" On her return I mean to enquire into that matter," said her
father gravely.

A loud rat-a-tat-tat was heard. Miss Carrie thought it might be
Mr. Somebody, therefore allowed her mother to open the door,
believing that to be an office beneath her, at least Carrie was

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afraid it might not be considered iady-like in the eyes of a gentle-
man.

" Indeed, Miss Carrie, those gentlemen at the door would have
thought a little better of you if you had spared your mother the
trouble of rising."

" Good evening, Mrs. Stacey," said the gentlemen in a frank
easy manner as they shook hands with her, " is Mr. Stacy with-
in?"

" And Miss Stacy," said Courtney in a cold tone.

Is a wasp sting more painful than a guilty conscience 1 You
would not think so if you had seen Miss Carrie's face just at this
moment ; even her treasure had fallen to the floor. She stood look-
ing aghast at her father who said : " what's the matter girl 1 "

She made a movement towards the door.

" It's no use, Miss Carrie, you cannot make your exit,"

Courtney entered, spoke pleasantly to Mr. Staoey, not taking
the slightest notice of Carrie, who now trembled fearing Miss
Jones had uttered it to a soul. Courtney contrived to take a seat
very near the dour, thereby not giving Miss Carrie a chance of
escape.

" We have called," said Courtney, " on very unpleasant business
in connection with your daughter."

" I am grieved to hear that," said Mr. Stacy, glancing at Carrie
who had become very pale.

" I fear she has intruded into your circle," said Mrs Stacy.

"Not at all," said Alma politely.

" Will you allow me, in the presence of this gentleman, to ask
your daughter a plain question," said Courtney.

" By all means, sir."

For a few moments he bent I is proud dark flashing eye ^n
Carrie.

" Miss Stacy," he said sternly, '* did I ever ask you to become

my wi

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" Surely Mr. Throcton," said Mr. Stacey.

" Pardon me, sir, let me hear your daughter ancwer."

" I told a friend of mine for fun," said Carrie blushing.

" Please answer my question plainly, Yes or No."

" No sir."

" Thank you for now g' making the truth."

" Carrie," said her father, '* leave the room this instant."

Carrie tossed her head and seemed very much inclined to disobe;^
her parent.

Poor Mis. Stacy could not help having a little cry with vexation^
which soon calmed Courtney^ who mortally hated seeing a woman
cry.

" Never mind, Mrs. Stacy," he said gently, " it's all clear now, I
thought if you heard of it you would think me very dishonorable."

"It was just her silly pride, sir."

Mr. Stacy was expressing his regret to Alma that such a rumour
had ever been made. Courtney, seeing how much the parents felt
it, skilfully changed the current of conversation, by telling them
the surprise he had had in seeing his old home again. After a few
pleasant speeches on both sides they left the house. Courtney wag
glad in his heart the disagreeable business was over.

A few days after their visit to Botherfield Street, Courtney said :

" Alma, I have something on my mind which I must speak out."

"Is it another love affair, Courtney?"

Courtney laughed. " Now I want you to be serious," he said.
"I have thought over your generous offer again and am determined
not to accept it. Really, Alma, it is nob false pride. I would so-
much rather for the present have a good situation, because there are
so many expenses connected with a military life. I do not like,*^
he added, " to return to Botherfield street, and yet I am afraid Wil-
mot would not be so comfortable elsewhere."

" Courtney," said Alma gravely, " you grieve me much by your
refusal, but will you not remain here or at the village until our re-

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turn from Calais, then we can talk over the matter again. Look
Courtney," he added eagerly, " hero is our fair sister running us
fast as she can across the lawn."

Courtney looked, true enough there was Ethel with her sunny
ringlets floating in the summer breeze, her hat had slipped partly ofi,

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showing plainly her flushed face.

Courtney said he never saw a prettier picture. Her movements
in running were so graceful.

" What an excited state she is in," said Alma, " I hope there is
nothing the matter."

Courtney's changing color told his fear. In a moment the light
step was heard on the stairs, and without any ceremony she burst
into the room exclaiming : '' I have such good news for some one."

" Please, Ethel, have mercy on us," said Courtney. Her eyfes fell
instantly under his searching gaze • turning to Alma sh^ said hur-
riedly : " are you impatient sir ? 1 have found something that con-
cerns you, and Courtney still more." • - ' "' ''■ •

•'* How AO," enquired Courtney anxiously;^'^''''^'-*"^ it f\lA

" There it is, Courtney, and now I suppose you have found every-
thing." she said shyly. ■Aiimi*"im^

What was his surprise on opening the packet to behold his lost
document.

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"Tell me, Ethel,^*^ he'^said in an excited tone, " where you found

it."

" Little Harry gave it to me the other day. I imagined it to be rub-
bish, but put it into my pock*^t just to please the child. I thought
no more about it until, putting on the dress tO-day, 1 discover(i»d the

value of Harry's gift.

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" But how came it amongst the child's toys ?"

" 1 will explain. Youremembar, Coufrtney," she said gently, "you
gave A nnie a pretty work basket belonging to yout deai* mother. '

"Yes, dear Ethel, I remember," he ans'^efed sadly.
1 " You know the little fellow is accustomed to run in and out of

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Annie's houae, but one day unknown to her, he crept into her best
little parlor, and turned the contents of the basket over. She was
very vexed. To use her own phrase, Ethel saici with a smile, " she
had never touched them ere things inside," and I really admired her
and felt sorry for her. Annie says she noticed the child had some-
thing in his hand, but she thought it was a dirty piece of paper he
had picked up from the kitchen."

" Allow me to congratulate you, Courtney. Is it as Ethel says
that now you have found everything. I suppose," glancing at his
sister, " she refers to the time when you st*id through the missing
document you had lost everything;"

" I thank you sincerely Alma for yourcongratulations, but Ethel,'
he said gravely (his voice had a slight touch of sternness) " you
know full well I have not found everything in this document."

Courtney's tone^and manner and Ethel's tell-tale face caused a
sudden truth to flash across Alma's mind, which had never occur-
to him before.

Lady Ethel returned to Seftensville villa on the same day ; they
were all very happy there. The ladies, of course, were very busy
in arranging many little things for the proposed journey, while Wil-
mot enjoyed the rest in his old home.

As to the gentlemen in Cavendish Square they seemed deter-
mined to have a pleasant time. You could hear by their gay con-
versation that sorrow had fled for awhile.

Let us take a glimpse at Miss Carrie.
o " Now, mother, it is no use " said that sweet mannered young lady,
*' to say that Mr. Throcton did not notic me, when he brought me
home in Lady Alma's carriage ; they treated you so fine like, yet
they never invited you to their house."

" I wonder, Carrie," replied th^ mother, " you are aot ashamed
to mention it."

We are sorry to say Carrie had not enough sense or refinement ta
feel any such degradation.

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" Carrie," said her father, " open the door to the postman ; you
should try to save your mother all you can."

" Oh, indeed," replied Miss Carrie, who thought she had made a
smart little speech.

" My, its a letter for you father," she said in a surprised tone, " and
got a grand crest on, too."

Her father was surprised on opening, to find theenvelope contained
a complimentary invitation to Mr. and Mrs. Stacy, from the Honor-
able Frank Alma, entirely omitting Miss Stacy.

" Well, I never," said that voung lady, " what insolence, to be
sure, the very idea," said the enr'aged Carrie, " I expect its through
that bold stump of a Courtney."

"Silence, Miss, I will not allow you to speak of that gentleman
in my presence, in that rude way."

" Who received most attention at the last ! " enquired her mother.

" I suppose," said Carrie, with a toss of her head, " you are mighty
proud at the likes of them taking notice of you."

' If I am I wish I could say the same of my daughter."

" I wish we could wife."'»'<^'^**"i*i<* iidtUii*i m.juioij'oi-tii' ytnij lUv

" Stop your lecturing," said the amiable girl, as she banged the
parlor door after her.

" Shall we accept ? " said Mr. Stacy tc his wife, ai jjr Miss Carrie
had so gracefully quitted. ■ '^^ ftr wo^JI imm ;

'* Why, Stacy, the very idea of entering such a circle, you know
how ttwkward I should feel." ^ ■

" Well, my dear, T think you are fit for any circle," he said look-
ing affectionately at her ; " but, for your sake, I will write at once
and decline." ' . uiA b^Jqbi >iftj»jui .

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Come live with me and be my love.

And we will all the pleasures prove,
That hills and valleys, dale and field

And all the craggy mountains yield.
There will we sit npon the rocks,

And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls

Melodious birds sing madrigals.

Christopher Marlowe.

A few weeks soon passed away, then the beautiful autumn leaves
began to fall. Wliat a strange fascination there is in the walking
amongst dead leaves, though they cannot fail to remind one of the
decay of nature, yet how beautiful to think, though they die. yet
will they re-bloom in all their splendour. Nature is merely chang-
ing her garments. How glorious she looks in all her various robes,
each changing scene giving us joy unbounded even amidst our
greatest sorrows. t^-^iiK 'R tTjP !>?:

Rotten Row in Hyde Park, London, is a nice place for those that
are fond of that exhilarating exercise, riding on horseback, at least
one would think so to see those gentlemen chatting ik) gaily.

'* I say, Alma, pardon me, but what do you purpose doing with
the villa/' said our hero^

" I understand," replied Alma, " that Mr. Hewitson bought it
from you. Priscilla only rented it from him."

" On my word," said Courtney in a disappointed tone, " I had
hoped to have bought it from you for Wilmot's sake. 1 don't sup-
pose, he added, Mr. Hewitson will care to part with it."

" You err, Courtney, I am commissioned by Mr. Hewitson to in-

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form you if you wish to purchase it, he would, for your brother's
fcake be pleased to lot you have it."

" How kind," exclaimed Courtney, " then I will settle with him
during your absence.**

" When did you say we should return to Mortlake," enquired
Courtney in an innocent tone.

" Quit your nonsense, Courtney. Do you remember Mr. Arthur
Leslie Rayirif^ that some day yon might be in earnest, I think that
day is pretty near."

" Do you," said Alma, laughing.

About two miles from Mortlake Church, is the pretty Barnes
Church of which we have spoken. The beautiful leaves have been
swept away from the several pathways leading to the church. The
sun was shining brightly on this cool Autumn morn, and birds their
joyous notes we hear, but what says the eager crowd, a wedding here
to-day. let us push our way in. It is cosy looking inside. But
who is that we see waiting near the altar. Ah, Alma, so your
serious day has come.

The bridegroom looks up now and again. The church is filling
fast with spectators. At the sound of every footstep they turn
tneir heads. At last a low murmur rang through the crowd.

" Hush i hush ! Here she comes, here she comes." And Alma^
who had stood with an easy grace, now raised his beautiful gray
eyes to behold his loved and lovely bride.

How beautiful she looked robed in white satin. Her raven hair
looked lovely under her bridal veil, and thdse brown eyes full of
lustrous light ; her face was very pale and the lips trembled a little.
Slowly and gracefully she glided down the, aisle, he\r head resting
lightly on the arm of Mr. Hewitaort.^i"'"'^'"'''^ 1m&\^u-,^-Mi

" I do believe," said a boy in the crowd, " there's going to \>e
two weddens." ' -loruiv

The boy had mistaken our fair Ethel, who was robed in piire
white cashmere, her golden ringletS flowing to her waist, fastened

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back from her brow by a large handsome gold buckia inlaid with
pearls, a profusion of tulle fastened at the throat by sweet flowers.
She is leaning on the arm of our handsome Courtney, who ap-
pears to be thinking of i day that may come, but we will not in-
trude, only imagine it to be so.

" What a handsome pair them last two would make," said an old
lady spectator.

"True, madam, so they would, but will they, is the query ! "

There were tweniy guests altogether, mostly Alma's friends from
London. They were all gaily attired. Silence reigned on all
around, while Alma placed the golden ring on her slender iger,
and the clear firm "I will " had been uttered.

May their path be strewn with flowers, and bright and everlast-
ing happiness be their portion. May they bear and forbear, then
will the flowers be watered with the echo of silvery words which
can never die.

Annie has been very busy afe the rectory assisting to arr ange the
breakfast table. The poor invalid was too feeble to go to the
church, but took a great interest in all that was going on in the
household. ?b orit

The happy bride and bridegroom left shortly after breakfast for
Calais, leaving behind them a house full of merry guests, which
kept Courtney and Ethel pretty busy, as well as the hospitable
host and hobtess. After a few days the brothers returned to
their own old home, leaving Ethel with Mrs. Hewitson. Annie
went daily to the villa to prepare and arrange things for the
bachelors' oomfortn. ii «> it n ' isw.vdm t- ,«; ««♦. =

Time wore pleasantly away, Courtney very often visiting those
at the rectory, and sometimes escorting Ethel hack to sit awhile
with the invalid. Wilmot could gee that Ethel seemed to be shv
of Courtney, and therein read her secret.

fW Shall I ever imve a sister-in-law," said Wi . not one evening to
Courtney, who had been sitting* some time in moody silence.

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" I think not, Wilniot, she connot fail to see the truth," he said,
passionately, " and yet she shuns me more and more each time I
venture to the rectory. 1 think I will give up going altogether,"

•* Why, Courtney, don't you know the old saying, ' faint heart
never won fair lady.' "

Courtney rose and placed a chair by the couoh of the invalid
that he could the better sit and talk with him.

"You are the only being," he said, " that I would allow to tres-
pass on such delicate ground. You are thinking of my happiness,
but what of hers 1 if she shuns me, it is a sure sign she would not
become my wife, but yours I believe she would have been, if health
had been granted you." -n^n .

*' Nay, my brother, had I been strong, Ethel would nevei have
given her love to me as she has to you.".j .< ■

" To me," exclaimed Courtney, " Why should she shun me," he
added gravely.

" Do you not know, my brother, it is owing to her delicate nature.
You remember," he continued, " when she thought you were en-
gaged to Miss Stac}', how free and easy she was in your company,
and is she not easy in her manner towards me. If I were you I
should accept the sign as a very good omen. My advice," said Wil-
mot, laying his thin white hand on Courtney's arm, "i«i to ask her,
for delays are dangerous, though I do not think Ethel will ever
marry, unless it is one she ically loves." j woj.u ^a „

" I shall never b6 the one," said Courtney, sorrowfully.

" All I have to say," said Wilmot gently, " is ask her, there's
nothing I can see to hinder you. You have," he added, smiling,
" health and wealth," but here he was interrupted by Annie, who
-with white face, beckoned Courtney, to her, unseen by Wilmot.

" Annie wishes to «peak with me," said Courtney. " I will be
back in a little while," he said, fearing to alarm him.

" What on earth's the matter Annie." She merely made a sign
-with her hand to her own little home.

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The poor creature could not speak, but trembled violently.

" Come, Annie," he said gently while he took her hand and
placed it on his strong arm, "I'll help you along."

Courtney required all the strength of his nerves for the dad
sight that met his gaze. In the little kitchen, Annie's husband
was lying full length on the floor. A.nnie fainted at again behold-
ing that sad sight. Courtney was bewildered for a moment. In
an instant he laid her down in an adjoining room, then ran in full
speed to the rectory to obtain their assistance. Mr. Hewitson sent
for the doctor, ajl their care and attentions were u&oless, the man
died while in a fit of apoj)lexy.

When poor Annie was brought to consciousness, great wao her
grief to feel and know that she was a poor widow, for they had not
been married long enough to have saved any money. Wilraot
expressed his sorrow to Annie when she went to the villa a few
days after the funeral. " Dear mother left you in our care, will
you not be with us as of old, Annie ? "

" Thank you, sir. Maybe Mr. Throcton wouldn't want me for
long,"

" Yes, Annie, my brother says you are welcome to live under his
roof, with higher wiages, as long as yon live ; perhaps you did not
know this villa bglon^s to him now,"

" You don't say so, sir 1 well if I ain't glad that I shall live
again in the old place."

By the way in which Annie performed her duties, you could see
how accustomed she was to every nook and comer.

Wilmot's health showed no sign of improv'ement. Mr. and Mrs.
Hewitson visited him frequently ^ sometimes accompanied by their
lively child. tair->l.* i:'^ttp>l'?tH.

One day on her return from the villa, she called Ethel to her
and said, " Do not misunderstand me, my dear, I do not want to
spare you, but I think if you were to stay *t the villa, it would
comfort and cheer the invalid so much."

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" Dear Mrs. Hewitson," said Etbel blushing, " I hardly like to
do that."

" Annie is very good,' said Mrs. Hewitson, " but she has not the
power to care for him as you might, if you would,"
\;.J*f^J will willingly, if you can arrange it for me."
J "I will very sood accomplish that little task," said Mi-s. Hewit-
son, with a bright smile.

CHAPTER THE TWENTIETH.

Like to the clear in highest sphere

Where all imperial glory shines,
Of self-same color is her hair,

Whether unfolded or in twines :

Heigh ho, fair Rosaline.

Her eyes are sapphires set in snow,

Resembling heaven by every wink,
The gods do fear when as they glow,
And t do tremble when I think

Heigh ho, would she were mine.

Thomas Lodge,

Courtney was full of anxious care about Wilmot, and full of
doubt concerning Ethel. Each day he would think to himself, " I
will take Wilmot's advice." i ., . . .

Mrs. Hewitson had been in to see them, and sdggested her plan
much to the pleasure of both the gentlemen. She told them that
Ethel had received that morning a letter from Alma, stating they
were well, and intimated their intention to travel farther on the
continent ; love to all, and begged them not to be uneasy about
them. Especial remembrances were sent to Wilmot.

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Ethel's sunny pi sence cheered the invalid, but not Courtney,
who could scarcely endure her distant manner to him. Frequently
when annoyed, he seized his hat impatiently, and went for a long
walk, on his return giving lio sign of annoyance.

But Wilmot knew his brother so well, and felt sorry for him.

Ethel was seated on a low stool by the itivalid's couch, talking
in iier own sweet way.

" Ethel, darling, tell me why you treat Courtney in such a cool
manner." He held her hand while he spoke. " You must know
that he loves you," added Wilmot in a firm, gentle tone.

She did not answer, but hid her blushing £ace over the lounge.
For a few moments Wilmot coiled the fair ringlets around his
slender finger as if in deep thought.

" Tell me, sister Ethel, is there any hope for him ? "

No answer came, and the invalid dreaded least Courtney was
eight in his surmises.

A tap was heard at the door.

" Come in, Annie," said Lady Ethel, springing up as she spoke.

" If you please, my Lady, shall I Bet tea now ? "

" Yes, Annie," answered Ethel, without, turning her head.

Annie used to like to arrange the household afiairs the same as
when Mrs. Throcton was alive. Of course no one objected,
though the hours were different to what Ethel had been accustomed.

" Courtney is late, is he not, Ethel 1 1 fear something must have
annoyed him." , , .. , ,

Ethel glided towards the door.

" Dear Etbel, do not go away."

Ethel could not speak, neither 4id she want Wilmot to see her
face. Standing for an instant, as if in doubt, at the back of the
couch, she suddeRly.^|?^nt|)ve^^^}iim^^^d im^^ his

forehead.

Before he could raise his head, she had gone.

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" I have many times imprinted a kiss on her brow, but now she
has on mino for the first time. Sweet Ethel, would thou wert my
brother's wife, then could I hoi sweeter intercourse with thee,
then would there be peace in Ihis circle not soon to be broken,

Wilmot was not the only one in that little villa that had been
musing, strange to say ail three were indulging themselvea in the
same way, and at the same time.

Of Lady Ethel's we need not speak ; of Wilmot's we have spoken,
ftnd of Annie's we will now speak whose musing ran in the follow-
ing strain.

" I am sure my Master is as good as any Lady Ethel in the land,
and Mr. Wilmot a deal eight better, but Lor', I don't want to say
anything agin Lady Ethel, she is a nice creature, but it vexes me
to see how cool and proud she treats master. He is quite as good
as she is, if he hasn't got a title. "Who knows but what he ought
to have one. Then agin, its strange she don't treat Mr. Wilmot
in the same way. I think sometimes she's mighty sweet on him.
Bless my heart, I don't feel anything agin her, though she has got
golden hair and a title, she don't come up to my old misses, she isn't
as old neither. If she had been, I would have liked her just the
same. Here I am talking to myself agin, I thought them young
gentlemen would have a hill of trouble. I think," she said, nodding
her head, "Mr. Throcton had a pretty easy time of it, I can't see
where he got the money from, to buy this ere villa back agin. I
wonder if that fine honoroble f;entlemai> that married that hand-
some lady. I wonder if he f,'ive him the money. Oh no, Mr.
Throcton's pride wouldn't take it from the likes of them fine folks.
Anyhow I am safe enough here, and that's all I ought to care about
Oh dear, I am talking agin to myself, this will never get the tea,
that's sure."

Annie bustled about, arranging the table exactly the same as
when we first saw it spread. Courtney entered just as she had
finished.

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It was a very similar picture to the one I have shown you before,
with the exception of the lady who is seated at the head of the
table. She is younger and fairer, but not more beautiful than the
lady we first saw there. Wilmot is seated in an easy chair on her
right hand, Courtney on her left. The room looks very pretty,
with its blending lights. Lady Ethel presided over the tea with
an easy grace. Courtney noticed that she seemed a little bashful
with Wilmot ; he was surprised because ker manner was always
different to him, Of course, he did not know as well as Ethel,
what had transpired that afternoon.

"I think," said Courtney, " I shall i ee about buying my com-
mission before Alma's return, when I hope they will send me
straight into active service, I don't care where," he added in an im-
patient tone, " even if it is to the other end of the world.

Wilmot noticed that Ethel became very pale. Courtney did not
perceive it, his eyes being cast down as if in angry mood.

" Wait Courtney, until I have gone home," said Wilmot gently.
Lady Ethel did her best to conceal the tears that would force
their way in apite of her trying to the contrary. They both saw
the struggle, though they did not appear to.
Courtney gazed searchingly at his brother.

They neither answered Wilmot. Courtney begged to be ex-
•usad, he went straight into the kitchen to coixsult Annie about
sending for a doctor from London.

Annie put on her bonnet and ran to the rectory, to ask them to
send right away, which you may be sure they did.

" If sister Ethel will excuse me," said Wilmot, " I will retire at
once. I feel a strange weariness to-night. I dare say," he added
smiling, " I shall be all right to-morrow,"

' Courtney gave his assistance, in fact, nearly carried him up the
little flight of stairs into their mother's room,

Ethel felt very sad to-night, as she sat in a low chair in front of

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the fire, her feet resting on the tender. A bright fire burned with-
in the grate, as if trying to make things look more cheerful.

Annie soon returned from the rectory, cleaned the tea things
away in silence. This evening reminded the honest girl of a mem-
orable night that had passed.

Ethel N^as left for some time alone.

The invalid was now in bed ; they appeared to be talking very
earnestly.

" Go, my brother," said Wilmot, " and settle your business for
life this night.
, "I cannot, Wilmot, while my heart is so full of anxious care."

" It would give me great comfort," replied Wilmot, " and it is
my dying wish."

*' Hush ! you have often been as ill before," said Courtney.

He went softly down stairs, sending Annie to attend to Wilmot.

The parlor dool was ajar, thereby Courtney entered unobserved
by Ethel, who as still sitting absorbed in her own thoughts.

Courtney stood at the back of the chair watching her. He had
never seen her in such a careless position before. Her face looked
flushed, either by the fire or the subject of her thoughts. Her
hair ha^d fallen carelessly over her shoulders ; her eyes were bent
intently on the fire. *' In any position she looks beautiful, '
thought Courtney.

" Let me guess, sister Ethel, of what you were thinking."

She started

" I wiiH not aware of your presence," she said, rising.

" Please be seated just in the same easy fashion," Sa,id Courtney
with a little laugh.

He placed his chair beside hers.

" I will leave you to guess, if you will allow me to retire."

"Ethel, you shall not," he said passionately.

** Shall not," repeated Ethel, with quiet dignity.
. " Forgive me, Ethel, for speaking so hastily. I am nearly dii-

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tracte 1 one way and another. Do, please, sit just a minute, while
I make a guess with reference to your thoughts. Will you tell
me if I guess aright 1 "

« Yes I will," said Ethel, seating herself, " although I know yo^,

never will guess." ^

" Was it about Wilmot ? "

Ethel shook her head.

" About Alma 1 "

« No," said Ethel.

" About Lord Elvenor ? " said Courtney in a low tone.

No answer from Ethel.

" You are bound by your honor to tell me. Am I right 1"

" Yes," answered Eihel, becoming very pale with emotion.

"Then, dear Ethel, it should teach you to feel for me."

" tdo not understand you," she said, " I do feel very deeply with
you about your brother, really I do," she said, raising her beautiful
eyes with an expression as much as to say, " Do believe me."

" Ethel, stay a minute longer. I must speak to you now. \
have but little doubt," he continued, "that you loved Lord

Elvenor.

« You are mistaken, Courtney, I was regretting I had not when

you entei-ed."

« Why, fair Ethel."

" Because," answered Ethel, in a faltering voice, " he loved me."

" Ethel," he said, taking her hand and looking steadily at her,
"when I am on the battle-field, will you ever regret not loving me,
whom you know in your heart loves you dearer than his own life."

Ethel bowed her head and was silent.

"Come, Ethel darling, answer me. Would you, I say, ever re-
gret it?"

" I should never have that to regret," she ansv/ered in a low,

sweet tone.

" My fair Ethel, is that possible."

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Let the curtain fall for a Httle n^er the vows that are spoken,
we trust never to be broken.

Great was poor Wilmot's joy to hear from Courtney of his be-
trothal.

CHAPTER THE TWENTY-FIRST.

How wonderful is death,

Death and his brother sleep ;
One pale as yonder waning moon,

With lips of lu' \ blue,
The other rosy as \,he morn

When rising from the eastern wave
She blushes o'er the world ;

Yet both so passing beautiful.

Shelley,

Perfect peace seemed to reign over the household, though
mingled with sorrow for their dear one, who must soon leave them.

The Doctor's skill was of no avail, neither was Ethel's tender
care, save the comfort it gave him.

They watched alternately at night, sometimes Mrs. Hewitson
tearing them company.

Good Mrs. Hewitson was by his bedside ministering unto him

daily.

The shadows of the beauteous twilight had fallen over the villa.

Annie as usual was anxious to pull down the blinds.

"Please do not," said Wilmot, gently, " I love the twilight."
" Can I do anything for you, sir 1 "
" No, thank you, Annie," he said with a sweet smile.
Ethel glided into the room.

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** Come here, Ethel darling, quick."

She knelt by him, while Courtney stood. He made a sign for
Annie to leave them alone. The face of the patient was very
beautiful,, the twilight shadows throwing a peculiar shade over the
dying one.

" Riss me, darling Ethel. Do not weep, mother said T should
rejoice when I was going home, and so I do," he faintly murmured.

" Dear Courtney," he said, pressing his brothers hand, " take
care of our dear Ethel, but there," he added with a smile, " I know
you will."

" Hush, darling, do not weep. Mother calls me, I must go. Kiss
me once again. Remember me to the absent loved ones."

Ethel bent over and kissed the damp brow.

** Farewell, Courtney."

"Farewell, my love."

And the eyes were closed, never to open again irj. this world of
ours.

Courtney and Ethel were speechless during this sudden trial.
Courtney carried the fainting Ethel to her room, sending Annie to
restore her.

Great was poor Annie's grief. She was always strongly attached
to Wilmot. Who would not love a gentle nature like his ?

Courtney ran bareheaded to the Rectory. Poor fellow, it was a
good place to seek for consolation.

Three weeks have passed since the great sorrow fell over the little
household. How beautiful Ethel looks in her mourning robes.
She holds a letter in hand from Alma. He is expected back in a
few hours.

" Pool Alma," said Ethel, " how shall we break the news to him
and Priscilla."

" Leave that sad office to me, dear Ethel," he said, drawing her
to him and kissing her fair brow, " you have had enough to bear
lately."

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"Supported by your love, dear Courtney," she murmured in
loving accentH.

It indeed was great grief to Alma and his wife. After a few
days they returned to their London residence, taHng Ethel with
them.

Alma gave Courtney a very pressing invitation to come when-
ever he pleased. We need not say that Courtney pleased pretty
often. Strange to say, Ethel coaxed Courtney out of buying his
commission, begging him to choose a diflferent field of labor.

Time is nearly always the healer of sorrow. It was ho in this
case, though Wilmot was held in >ving remembrance by all.

A year soon passed away, when Ethel's mourning robes were laid
away for bridal ones.

Ethel and Courtney ere married at St. Clements* Danes. A
great stir was made in the papers about the beautiful bride, whom
so many knew and loved.

They started from Alma's house on their wedding tour, leaving
Annie mistress at the villa until iheir return, when they were
welcomed by their old friends at the Rectory.

Sweetly and pleasantly time passed, bringing with it joy, known
only to those that seek it from above.

THE END.

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Entered according to the act of Parliament of Canada, in the year 1881, by
R. B. Butland, in the office of the Minister of Agriculture, at Ottawa