The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1892-01-27

liam Bladon was right good sort for
all that-and never to be heard Of, all
these years."
An instant thought flashed through
Harry's brain. So wild conjecture
that he hardly dared to entertain it.
Lord Arlington's family name is
Arundel, is it not?"
(which It certainly is" nssented
John Horner. Hence the name of my
hostelry, The Arundel Arms"
Harry reflected for q minute. This
landlord seemed an honest fellow.
Why not take him into his confidence
and make clean breast of the object
of his mission?
lea young man who would be likely
to correspond to the lost little blind
boy"
"Indeed, sirl"
"Yes, and many surrounding circum-
stances point to his Identification. The
young man l speak of is just the
age Earl Arlington's son would be; his
name is George Arundel; his attend
ants name is William Bladon; for years
he has been wandering over America
with his father, who died a year
ago; and at the present moment he is
in Brooklyn at the house of friend Of
mine"
"Great heavens, man, do you know
what you are saying?" Horner gasped
almost brcathless at such astounding
news; "but, you must let me call my
wife iu-she's got head on her shoul-
ders and will set us right about il. Why,
if this young man be-Martha! Mar
THAI The fat landlord couldn't wait
to finish his sentence, but hurried to
the door to call in stentorian tones for
his better half
She came. A tall, handsome old
woman, much older than her husband,
her hair as white us snow, and wear
ing IT black shade over one of her eyes.
1t was not an unkindly face, but
there was a startled, panied expression
in it which attracted iIarry's instant
observation. She looked like one who
is expecting some impending misfor-
tune to happen, and is in daily dread Of
the blow falling
Remembering Wanda Arlington's des-
cription Of just such u person and that
she associated her with aifcctionate
"reminiscences, he resolved to be more
candid with her than he had been with
los L,,a fY,.
excited manner pouring into her ears
the story he had just heard from the
young American.
"Ah," she said with sigh, "how you
startled me. tioaght it was Of the lit
tie girl you might have heard"
"And, perhaps, I bring You news Of
her too, :. }, ilorner," Harry said.
The color lsit the woraan's face in q
moment.
"Of tho lady Wnnda?" she asked, 20.
! the sweet, babe we-but, John llorncr
go down and attend TO the customers
It will never do to leave the honse un-
tended"
Honest John was loath TO obey her
bchcst, but in this case the gray mare
was evidently the better horse, for she
percmptorily ordered him TO 80 and he
dutifnlly went.
Now, sir, we are alole," she said,
"and for heavens sake, keep me no long
er In suspense"
Harry Eycsham told his story, watch
ing with interest the strange nuctua-
tions in the woman's expression as the
details developed
When he had finished, he handed her
Wandn's portrait.
"IIow-liike = what her mother
was" Mrs. IIorner sobbed, dcvouring
the picture with her eyes.
"Then you arc sure OF her ideutityT
"As sure as that am sitting in this
chair. SIR
sand, win you help me to prove that
ldentity?" fl4t
"Wil !? Oh, sir, thank the good
Lord that lie has sent you here to give
ne the chance TO do So" -,ei
Mrs. ilorner was trembling violently,
lndtears were running down her cheeks
there was no doubt Of her sincerity,
'Eh, but have been wicked wom-
IN, and dearly have paid for my evil
ioinE." she sobbcd. No.
"2ray be. calm, nay good creature"