The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1886-11-13
CHAPTER III.

CHAPTER III.
The treasure had to lie in John Brv-
ants strong room. John Bryant was
a stockbroker, as Mr.. Boyle had been.
and was, in truth, man whose friend
ship to the Boyles had lasted on from
the old days of their prosperity. He was
an upright man, and he guarded the in
terest of the Boyles as well as if they
were his own. He locked the strange
Italian bonds, which were Maud
''tinds," in his strong room. There
they must lie while inquiries were made
as to their ownership.
Maud, a stranger, went to strangers;
new claims came upon her days; a
wider, new life came circling about her;
tine each week seemed to her to be
growing more full, more rich; in a
while she grew to look upon herself in
the New-Cross life as a dim possib litv,
so surely was she absorbing all the in
fluences of the pleasant, kindly, luxur-
Gus home where she taught two young
girls. The bonds still lay unowned; by
dint of wisely-framed advertisements
claimants came forward whose preten-
sions would not bear the sitting of law
yer's questions The bonds were still
Maud's, as John Bryant would have it,
though year had run by since the sum-
mer day when she had found them.
Maud's gay prophecy of good fortune
coming to them was gradually being
fulfilled. Harry had really sent over
good round sum to his mother; Davy
got a rise in his office; cousin of Mr..
Boyles came to live with them at New
Gross, and brought good addition to
the family purse. Times were no long
er ''hard times" Search was made for
Mr.. Harbutt's nephew, whom the old
gentleman, they now remembered, had
never spoken of by any other name than
that of LEV Now, was Lewis"
a Christian name or a surnamep As
pointed as could be done advertise
ments went the round of the country
concerning unclaimed stock" The
Boyles did, and always would, insist up
on the belief that the Italian bonds be-
longed to Mr.. Harbutt.
''Have an advertisement giving his
NAME" said Maud. in letter home.
"Miss Maud is losing her bus ness
head" was John Bryants answer when
they told him what she had said.
.'The things are nightmare to me, "
Mrs. Boyle said.
Then, my good lady, we will have
the advertisement printed at once. Shall
the first Harbutt who comes have
them?"
Her adviser was bit testy.
1t was September evening, and the
scene was a luxurious drawing room in
Yorkshire country house. 1t was the
house in which Maud Boyle was gov
erness. Work was over for the day, and
she, with Cicely and Nan simpson, was,
as usual, passing the evening with the
rest of the family. The two girls were
fourteen and fifteen years of age; they
were 1.-THE children" of the household.
A stepbrother, young Lewis Simpson,
was man of twenty-five; he, too, was
in the room. The mother was there,
also the grandmother, the mother of the
present Mr.. Simpson. Across the York
shire moors September wind had been
blowing all day, and winter-like fire
burned in the wide CRATE. But it was
evening, and the three girls wore pretty
light garments. The two Simpsons
were in white; Maud, though the ma
terial of her gown was no more than
muslin, was somber-look ng; its color
was of the darkest crimson, and, see NC
no lamps were lit, the ilicGering CLEAN
of freight left her just warm-toned
shadow, she being brown-hued maiden
herself.
The bell had Just been rung. and rs
the lamps we're brought in there also
came the big brother, a tail man and
very fair, as his father and Ciccly were.
He lounged in as young men do lounge
in among home company Of women
kind lie threw himself on a seat by
Mrs. Simpson, and he threw one news
paper across to the old lady whom he
called Granny" but who, Of course,
was no grandmother to him.
Have YOU read this advertisements
You are advertised for, Lewis" said
Granny.
"lP Never! Who wants mep Is
some one leaving me fortuneP
Young Simpson pretended he was IA
tigued. and lazily threw himself on the
couch by the old lady.
"You have had that happen once
that is more than most men get. There
read. y
The old lady gave him the newspa-
paper and pointed with her spectacles,