Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-12-07

of someone else-sent adrift upon the world
again-but it is better not to talkp'
"Well, yes, persisted Lord Musselburgh,
who was in a sad quandary, for the pas
sionate indignation OF this young man
seemed SO much stronger than any persua-
sive argument that could be brought against
it, "I can perfectly understand how you may
consider yourself wronged and injured-and
how much more you feel what you consider
wrong and injury 0one to others; but you
ought to be little generous, and take mo-
tives into account. Supposing your father
and YOUR aunt were mistaken in acting as
they did, it was not through any selfishness
on their part. 1t was for your welfare, as
they thought. Surely you must grant that
to them"
81 will grant anything to them in the way
of justification" said Vincent, "if they will
only take the first step to make atonement
for the mischief they have wrought. And
that they can do through you. They can
tell you on what conditions Mr.. Bethune
was persuaded to take the money; SO that 1
may go to him, and bring him back-aud
her."
"But probably they don't know where he
isp' his friend exclaimed, in perfect
honesty 'tMy impression was that Mr..
Bethune agreed to leave this country for q
certain time; but of course, no one would
think of banishing him to any particular
spot
"And so they themselves don't know
where Mr.. Bethune has gomez" said Vim
cent slowly.
81 believe not I am almost certain they
don't. But will make inquiries, if you
like. In the meantime" said Musselburgh,
returning to his original prayer, do con-
slider, Vim, and be reasonable, and 60 back
to your fathers house tonight. Don't
make split in the family. Give them
| credit for wishing you we'll. Let me take
that message from you to my wife-that
you will 60 home to Grosvenor Place
| tonight"
ooh, no." said Vincent, with an air of
| quiet resolve. "No, 10. This is no quarrel.
This is no piece of temper. 1t is far more
serious than that; and, as say, have seen
all along that it was inevitable. After what
have told you, you must recognize for
| yourself what the situation is. I have
| spoken to you very freely and frankly; be-
cause I know you wish to be friendly; and
| because think you want to see the whole
case clearly and honestly. But how could
talk to them, or try to explain? Do you
think would insult Miss Bethune by offer
| ing them one word of excuse, either on her
behalf or on that of her grandfather? No,
and it would be no use besides. They are
L
am mad with prepossession. Very well; let
it stand so''
Lord Musselburgh at length perceived
that his task was absolutely futile. His
only chance now was to bring Vincent into
a more placable disposition by getting him
the information he sought, but he had not
much hope on that score; for people DO not
pay 95, 900 and then at once render up all
the advantages they fancy they have pur-
| chased. So here was deadlock-he moodiIy
said to himself, as he walked away home to
Piccadilly.
And as for Vincent? Well, as it chanced,
on the next morning-it was Wednesday
morning-when he went across from the
! Westminster Palace Hotel to the House of
! Commons, and got his usual bundle of
letters, the very first one that caught his
| eye bore the Toronto postmark. How an1.
| iously he had looked for it from day to day
wondering why Mr.. Thomp pson had heard
no news-and becoming more and more
heartsick and hopeless as the weary time
went by without sign-and behold here
| it was at last.
(To be Continued nert Sunday.)