The Irish standard., 1889-09-21

don ism England no more than it is any
thing else, that's, in makeup. From every
nation on earth almost they gather, gather,
gather and affiliate, and no one feels
abroad either.
Allan Percival felt as much 'sabroad,
perhaps, as any one in Rotten Row, for he
seemed present only IN the flesh as he
threaded the motley crowd.
ssBusiness will all be settled up tO-mor
row, - he said, as he lighted a cigarette in
the. seclusion Of his lodging house, sand
then for mytjewel's jewels. But let me,
see," he said, fumbling in his pockets. y
sWhere is that slip the garrulous old fell
low gave me, and what is it, anyway? I
haven't thought Of it since he gave it 20 me
until this blessed moment.
Y s:By the way continued Allan search
ing for the paper, she thought [ was the
counterpart Of my unfortunate father.
Well, have no desire to be, only in feat
ure, for he was undeniably handsome.
Poor father!'' and he sighed audibly.
There it is now he calculated, drawing
forth the long, soug ht-for slip from the
diary in which he had placed it for safe
keeping aud had so soon forgotten. Oh!
I must present this to the jolly old Ban.
croft, and obtain the keys and q guide AS
If I needed "a guide to explore Heather
leigh! That isn't it, however need
fellow to keep an eye on me while ex-
plore. understand it,. All! yes. Then
the smiling old squire has the keeping Of
the Hall, ehi IremSmber Of having heard
that he was, or would have been, q staupcn
friend ti my uncle. Sir Rupert's, if that
curious old curmudgeon would have. stopped
to recognize his betters.''
a baleful glow crept into the fine eyes,
and the cigarette was tossed into the open.
CRATE spitefully. 81 s
II am afraid / am not so much the child
of my mother as Ihave always imagined, n
he resumed, as if in apology 20 his better
\ self, ssfor / feel as Miriam must nave felt
when She talked to me Of the Hall when 1
was i'll. How well remember the fash OF
her beautiful eyes as she rehearsed to me.
how Sir Rupert waved her of from his
presence. Away in the cold world he sent
her in her sorrowl No wonder She even
wishes to sunder every tie binding her to
the roof that sheltered hinll''' 4s
He walked back and forth the. Length OF
the little apartment, saVagely, restlessly.
Il seemed that the spirit Of the Percivals
had given Al liam = fresh baptism Of u the le'
ranking hate, which could carry its victims
81 don't know, y he ground through his
set teeth, and he shivered = don't know:
but that the evil rooding in the accursed
halls Of our ancestors reaches out Tor lts
4 victims even here, FOR itseems to me, that
the nearer get to Heatherleigh the more =
\ unlike myself become. 81 Il
he paused before the diminutive mirror
over against the wiilndow and surveyed him r s
self Tor some minute ID silence. Then 4 he :,
went back to the nantel and, resting his
\ elbow Oh the corn Of II, tried to CON
I troll his hatred of the dead. The pitiif ~
tales of uruel, angr atrnent told him az
his father % enacted toward ahlmself by
leon sPerciIval lhiss father, rushed hetl5
across his mind md scrnelt n s II
rupert tai his beloves him 10 forget
hem, or "a rena heIn lind
Iha ali I'm daush he had oticed 50 plainly
I - he Ini rror "a up TAI noble brow
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