The Red Cloud chief., 1889-12-20

tents Of . heavy le~ather-bound portfolio, he
bent eagerly to bis task IN order to over
come the tumult within. A sigh Of relief
escaped him. II am glad" he said, with .
tremor in his voice, ''that my mother was .
mild, sweet-souled woman, and that / par
take Of her nature greatly, else how should
/ ever come through 1t all with unstained
hands.
"But, after ALL" he continued, while his
face paled with sorrowful emotion, latter
all I am not to forget that I Am . Percival!
and that if I should be able to change my
name . thousand times, the blood wow'd
teup'
He looked for a moment as II he would be
glad to slip from his identity, even though
he might evolve q mere slave.
IF when Leon Percival In his wrath dis.
inherited my father he had only taken from
him the arrogance, the seuseless, passion
ste spirit, and the unforgivinR, relentless
soul Of the house. what . blessing his dlsin-
heritance would have been! But it was only
the property and the honor of being named
- one Of them that he missed, that Is all .
"Ohl I am glad" he exclaimed, tri.
umphantly, '':hat l haven't Q farthing, no,
not q .EaytAtno Of the Percival wealthr'
He looked up As he finished his exultant
sentence and caught sight Of his face in the
tell-tale mirror. Then he laughed softly to
himself. "Pshawv' said he, and the evil
feeling had ebbed out its last tidal wave
and he was left in possession Of his sweet
mothers nature to which he SO often re.
ferred with fondest pride.
Three days after we leave Allan Perclval
at his lodgings in London we find him
standing in the library, the dimly-lighted,
Rhostly-loOking library Of Heatherleigh.
He was alone; the ~gOod-natured, pOrtly
squire was poking about the gallery on the
second floor, imagining he could read the
soul by the countenance; and so was very
busy reveling and romancing among the
portraits. He had no idea that the hand
some. well-dressed cockney, as he chose to
mentally dub the fellow downstairs, was Q
scion Of the ancestral line he was viewing.
NO." Squire Bancroft was saying to him
self, ''that's q young strip of ha barrister
the solicitors ave sent down 'ere to Din.
spect the books hand take ba list of them,
hi reckon, so hi won't bother i'm. Hi will
Just henjOy myself hup ERE, hand kill two
birds with n stone by looking the pictures
hover vile 'e's taking is Inventory"
So the ~easy-natured squire turned the
portraits this way and that to get sufficient
light, and adjusted the heavy curtains or
their dusty brass rings to suit himself, and
persuaded his speculative SOU that it was
having a holiday treat.
Down in the dim semi-twilight Of 1.-THE
room Of the books" stood Allan, saying in
an undertOne: ITO the left-hand end of the
shelves. and the hId row. All! now ]
have it," and after removing several vol.
umes he placed his hand on the panel indi-
Gated in her letter.
ITO the right, now" and he gave the
panel q shove IN the direction named BY
Miriam, and it slid back nOiselessly, but
sending up q cloud Of dust nevertheless.
by Jove" Allan CALCULATED, stepping
back and brushing tho dust from his face
and eyes, sit is worth q ransom to be
%smothered in this way"
Then he listened to reassure himself that
Bancroft was not coming now at the SUI
preme moment to be inQulsitive and vex
him with words and looks of distrustful
questioning, perhaps.
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