Weekly commercial herald., 1885-11-13


ever talk about repayment"
Clara did Is she was asked readily and
eagerly. Then joe departed, promising TO
call and say farewell before he left England.
and resolving that in his next visit-his last
visit-there should be another check. But
he had made ono mistake; he had parted
with the papers No one in any situation of
| life should ever give up the power until he
has secured the substance But it Is human
| to err.
"And now, my dear" said Clara warmly.
sit down and let us talk. Arnold is COM
! ing to lunch with us, and to mako your ac.
1 quaintance."
/ When Arnold came few minutes later
he was astonshed to find his cousin already
on the most affectIonate terms with the
newly arrived Iris Deseret She was walk
ing about the room showing her the pic
lures OF her grandfather and other an.
cestors and they were hand-in-hand.
"Arnold," said Clara, ''this is Iris, and l
hope you will both be great friends; Iris
this is my cousin, but he he is not yours"
81 don't pretend to know how that NAV
be" said the young lady. "But then am
glad to know all your cousins, whether they
are mino or not; only don't bother me with
questions, because l don't remember any
thing, and don't know anything. Why.
until the other day did not even know that
was an English lady, not until they found
those papers,"
strange accent for an American! and
she certainly said "laidy' for 'lady" and
''paiper' for paper" like a cockney. Alasl
This comes Of London music halls even to
country-bred damsels!
Arnold made mental observation that
the new conner might be called anything in
the world, but could not be called a lady,
She was handsome, certainly, but how
could Claude Desaret's daughter have grown
into so common type of beautyl Where
was the delicacy of feature and manner
which Clara had never ceased to commend
In speaking of her lost cousin?
Iris" said Clara, sis our little savage
from the American forest. She is Queen
Pocahontas, who has come over to conquer
England and to win all our hearts NV
dear, my cousin Arnold will help me to
make you an English girl.
She spoke as If the State of Maine was
still the hunting ground of Sioux and
Iroquois.
Arnold thought that loss American
looking girl he had never seen; that she did
not speak or look like lady was to be ex-
pected perhaps, If she had, as was probable,
been brought up by rough and unpublished
people. But he had no doubt, any more than
Clara herself, as to the identity of the girl.
Nobody over doubts claimant Every i'm
postor, from Demetrius downwards, has
gained his supporters and partisans by sim
ply living among them and keeping up the
imposition. 1t is so easy, in fact, to be a
claimant, that it is wonderful there are not
more of them.
Then luncheon was served and the young
lady not only showed a noble appetite but,
to Arnolds astonishment, confessed to an
ardent love for bottled stout
"Most American ladies'" he said imper-
tinently, ''only drink water, do they notf'
Lofty perceived that ahe had mado mis-
take.
81 only drink stout" she said, "when
the doctor tells me. Rut like it all the
same"
She certainly had no American accent.
But she would not talk much; she was per-
hapS shy. After luncheon, however, Clara
asked her if she would sing, and she com
piled, showing considerable skill with her
accompaniment and singing a simple song
in good taste and with a sweet voice. Arnold
observed, however, that there was some
weakness about the letter "h" less common
among Americans than among the English.
Presently he went away; and the girl, who
had been aware that he was watching her,
breathed more easily.
"Who is your cousin Arnoldg' she asked.
"My dear, he is my cousin but not yours
You will not see him often, because he is GO
ing to be married, am sorry to say, and to
b. married beneath him-oh, it is dreadful
10 some tradesman's girl, my dear"
Dreadful" said Iris with queer look in
her eyes "Well. cousin, don't want to see
much of him. He's q good looking chap,
too, though rather too finicling for my taste
like a man who looks as if he could knock
another man down. Besides, he looks at me
as if was a riddle, and he wanted to find
out the answer"
In the evening Arnold found that no
change had come over the old man. He
was, however, perfectly happy, so that, con-
sidering the ruin of his worldly prospects, it
was, perhaps, as well that he had parted, for
a time, at least, with his wits. Some world
ly misfortunes there are which should al
ways produce this effect
"You told me-" said Lala Roy, ''that an
other Iris had just come from America to
claim an 'inheritancY of your cousin"
''Yes; it 10 very strange coincidence"
every strange. Two Englishmen die in
America at the same time, each having a
daughter named Iris, and each daughter en-
titled to some kind of inheritance"
Lala Roy spoke slowly, and with mean
ing.
= "Oh!" cried Arnold, 'it is more than
strange Do you think-isI1 possible"
He could not for the moment clothe his
thought in words.
"Do you know if anyone has brought this
girl to EnglandF
"Yes; she was brought over by young
American physician, one of the family who
adopted and brought her up"
What is he like-the young American
physicianp
Il have not seen him"
go, Ky young friend, tomorrow morn.
ing, and ask your cousin if this photograph
resembles the American physician"
1t was the photograph of a handsome
young fellow, with strongly-marked fea-
lures, apparently tall and well-set-up.
'Lala, you don't really suspect anything
you don't Think
"Hushl l know who has stolen the
papers. Perhaps the same man has pro-
duced the heiress."
Sand you think-you suspect that the
man who stole the papers is connected
with But then those papers must be-
oh, it cannot be! For then Iris would bs