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to live to a good old age; but, by a strange
chapter of accidents, he lost them. The
two eldest, who were passionately fond of
yachting, were both lost in terrible
storm,-they with all on board their yacht.
Lord Carlswood had often expressed his
dislike of the amusement.
Men who have to carry on the name of
a great race he would say to them,
should not willfully endanger their
lives"
They laughed at his fears; and one bright
summer it was arranged that they should
go to the Mediterranean. Lord Carlswood
opposed the plan, but in the end he con-
sented. They touched at most of the
famous towns on the Italian coast. One
morning they were about to set sail, when
an Italian sailor warned them against do
ing so.
"There will be white squall before the
day is over" he said, but they, Lord Carls-
woods sons, laughed at his fears.
1--WE will risk it" they said.
The sun was shining on the sea, and the
white cloud in. the distance was as "a
mans hand" They set sail in despite of
all advice and warning; they had not been
long at sea before the squall in its widest
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the boat was seen to founder, and desper-
ate efforts were made to save the Inflated
men, but all in vain. On the day after
ward. when the sun shone warm and
bright, and the angry sea had subsidized,
the body of Lord Carlswood's eldest son
was washed ashore, but the other was
never found.
Those who knew Lord Csrlswood spoke
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him; long years of care and toll could not
have aged him as his sorrow did; his hair
grew white, his stately figure dropped, his
hands trembled
A few months past, and his anxiety
about his only son was almost pitiful to
witness He could not endure him out of
his presence-he could not rest one minute
away from him. He was so nervously APP
prehensive that by his cautions he made
the boys life miserable.
Remember you are the last of the Carls-
woods" he would say to him; ''our name,
our race, all depends on you"
But, when the fiat has gone forth, who
shall arrest it-what human hand shall
stay its courses The last of the Carls-
woods fell i'll of a dangerous fever. There
were many who said that his fathers ex-
cessive care helped to kill him-that he
had too many doctors. Too many nurses
that he employed too many remedies.
But be the cause what it might, the result
was that, after all his care, his almost
frantic efforts, the boy died, and in his old
age Lord Csrlswood was left alone.
For long hours after the boys death he
sat as one stunned and bewildered-he
could not realize the blow. Only short
time since. as it seemed to him, wife and
children were all around him. Death had
swept them away, and he was alone.
When they reused him at last, he stood up
aud looked around him He bowed his
head white now with sorrow.
"The hand of Heaven lies heavily upon
me-" he said; and that was the only muir
muir which came from his proud lips.
Even on the day his son was buried he
looked haggard and i'll, but no word es-
capped him.
THE Carlswoods know how to suffer In
silence" he said to himself-and no man
knew the smart OF his pain,
CHAPTER vI.
Lord CarlSwood owned that his sorrow
was heavy one, but it did not humble
his pride. In vain the white haired old
chaplain, who had taught him when he
was q boy, spoke to him of the humility
that should follow a great affection.
MY children are dead, sir, and every
hope Of my life is destroyed; but the last
thing Carlswood lays down is what you