The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1892-05-27
CAST OUT,
But Not FOrsaken

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CHAPTER vL-CoErEUED.

CHAPTER NI--COGTLEUEDs
ellis name is Leon-Leon d'Estre-
vile! Is it not pretty onc?" madem-
oiselle asked. He does not assume
the title at present-perhaps some day
or other when fortune smiles again he
may do SO, and his wife would be a
countess"
81 don't suppose he thinks anything
at all about wives ut his age, if he is the
nice boy you describe him." Kate said,
saucily.
AT his ageI Why, he is nearly Eve
and-twenty, dear. and -"
But Hates eyes flashed an indignant
surprise.
81 thought you said he was boy"
she complained.
ibid I convey that idea, my childP
Wen. surely you accept the correction
with good grace-a young man of
dye-and-tWcnty would be Il more agree
able companion to a young lady OF
nineteen than a mischievOus lad of
twelve. But please to remem Der that
Leon comes to see me and not you"
II beg your pardon humbly," Kate
cried, always free to confess a fault.
''Of course he does; and it is very rude of
me to talk such nonsense. But is Miss
BalderstOne aware of this addition to
our mcuage?"
''Of course she is. have had the
many now-wiu you see it?"
mo, thank You, mademOiselle; 1 re-
ceived letter from her this morning
which is not yet opened, for I was re-
serving it as a bon 6Ollche after break
fast. May / break the seal? All,
thought so; she alludes to your coming
guest. You will have an addition to
your little party in the shape of Mile.
CamPignon's nephew, I hope you win
try to make his visit pleasant'-sO that
is all right. Are the BarIows prepared
to receive him?"
''They got their instructions by the
game mail that brought our letters"
Kate did not pause to consider, or she
would have thought it strange that NJ
d'Estreville's invitation must have
been given and accepted before Miss
BalderstOne's consent could have been
secured.
That the reader may fully understand
the real nature of affairs it is necessary
TO take a peep into a suite OF rooms in a
tail house near Leicester square, Lon
don, in the center of a district which
might be described as French colony.
Every store in the street bears n Gallo
sign over its door; cheap cafes abound
with placards in their windows of lei
on PGrIe Francois, and sallOw men with
waxed mustachcs and dubious linen of
the true patriot type predominant.
The room to which wish to call
your attention is comfortably though
not extravagantly furnished, and is oc-
cupied by three persons-a welI-pre-
served woman of fifty, with eyes as black
as sloes; IA niddle-aged sea-faring man,
with black curly ringlets and gold or
naments in the lobes OF his ears, and a
handsome young fellow who has flung
himself into the easiest chair In the
room and is putting clouds of blue
smoke from the cigarette between his
lips. 1t is the latter who speaks.
Ma belle taHte evidently puts fun
faith in your story, my gallant uncle, 50
he says, lightly, "or she would not ad-
vance money to carry cut the scheme.
/ suppose there can be no doubt as to
the Identification of the man you car
ried in your brig from Goa to Colombo. -
bah, nephew Leon, did You ever
q know Francois Campignon make q
biunder? II there is one thing I pride
myself on more than another it is my
accuracy"
But, brother the woman inter
poses, turning to the sailor, why the
necessity of all this mystery2 The
,Iobards and the CRmpignons have been
honest bourgeois for years - never
ashamed of their names that heard of
and it does not seem right to me for
Leon to go masquerading under.a false