The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-05-05

ment's pause, she added, "I've been thinking. Suppose before we go to the Fallowfelds I was to write to them, and manage to bring in some thing about whether they expected Glencore. Its just possible that they may have heard from him."
 Adda considered this an excellent idea, and Lady Jane put it at once into execution, managing to insert question of apparently burning inter- est which needed an immediate reply.
 The reply came, and in a postscript the writer was so sorry that Lord Glencore was prevented coming to them, fearing it might be a disap- pointment to Adda.
 "My dear," said Lady Jane, q must go to town. I dare say Lady Somer- ton will guess why, although I shall invent some reason to give her. fear l was indiscreet in losing sight of this young man. But don't despair; noth- ing is beyond remedy. If I can only find out where he is, rest assured this will never happen again.
 "I always thought you were too sangnine," said Adda, ready to vent her displeasnre on everybody. "I don't believe he ever wanted to marry me, only you would have it he did"
 Lady Jane went to London, was ab- sent week, and then returned sad der but not a wiser woman. Not a trace could she find of Glencore, not word had she heard of him.
 "And Peggy" said Adda. "What about herr"
 "Not syllable. She had been gone a week and more before Harris wrote to me. It seems, however, a planned thing. She had had it in her mind at least year."
 "I wonder" said Adda, twill he ever turn up again?" Her thoughts had reverted to Lord Glencore.
 "Of course he will" said Lady Jane decidedly; "and we must profit by the lesson we have learned from him. Now, my dear, go off and tell Stevens to come to me. I have trying or deal before me to answer all the ques- tions that the people here will put. heard them in fits of laughter over their afternoon tea. I begged Lady Somerton to excuse me till dinner. I really didn't feel as if I could face them then. An, Adda," and Lady nodded her head mournfully, "per- haps some day, when you have daughters of your own, you may know. Talk of martyrs! You have only to look at mothers"
 That evening, when Lady Jane joined the guests assembled in the drawing room, she noticed that every one looked at her with an air of in- quiry. It had been agreed at the re- quest of the hostess that not a word on a subject uppermost in the minds of all of them should be mentioned until after dinner. Poor Lady Jane, sitting in fools paradise, actually fancied the object of her absence had lost its interest to everybody. Alasl 8 mine was about to explode, and Lady Somerton, nettled at the want of confidence shown, was the one to set the match. Advancing to the com- fortable arm chair in which, the ladies having returned to the drawing room, her smiling guest was reclining, she said:
 70 course, dear Lady Jane, you have seen the announcement in the Tunes of to-day?"
 "No, indeed; waited until I got here to look at the paper," and she stretched out her hand for it lan- guidly. "Anything of interest,""
 "To you, yes, of great interest, I should say. Listen. 'On the 12th of September, at St. Simon's church. Battlesea, Peggy, only child of the late Wynford Magnus, Esq, to Har- old William, tenth earl of Glencore.'"
 Adda gave bound.
 Peggy" she shrieked. "Mother! Ohw
 But Lady Jane interrupted her. With supreme effort the modern martyr rose to the occasion.
 "Be calm, dear child," she said. "See what your coldness has driven him to. However, poor fellow, in spite of his disappointment he was de- termined, it seems, to marry one of the family. ."-Longman's Magazine.