The Yale expositor., 1894-11-09

tears I'm his eyes. "his was always
the sweetest and most unselfish ma
ture in the world. and he'd prefer to
be blamed for things he hadn't done,
rather than say anything unkind to
anybody, or stand up for himself
And now Master Tom, what are you
going TO do?"
II am going" said Tom," his lex-
IDLE young lips Strengthening into a
hard line, "back to town to find
Lady Blanche"
"She's sure to be in Scotland at
this time Of the year." interpolated
Fletcher.
If she is not in town | shall
go over to Scotland, said Tom. land
if she can't or won't tell me any thing,
l shall go to Scotland yard. d"
Take me with you, Master Tom"
said Fletcher imploringly.
mo. | may want you later Mind
not word to my mother about my
being here. / thought | heard that
beast Dewar's voice in the drawing
room?"
"Yes. Master Tom, you did"
Ugh! Well, I'm of. III let you
know how things turn out "
you'll write or wire me the
moment you know anything. said
Fletcher, as imploringly as a dis
tracted mother asking news of her
child.
III write. Keep up your cour.
age. Fletcher. If it's nothing worse
than losing money We'll have him
safe at home yet"
And ramming his hat on his head,
Tom vanished by the back door.
Martha" said Mary that evening
as her woman brushed her hair,
"you have been crying. What is
the natter" she askea, with some
surprise. as she knew that never
had that doughty and independent
person been known to shed tears
either before or after matrimonial
row.
But Martha went on crying, con-
torting her face hideously, and
would neither explain nor be COM
forted.
"Is it anything to do with your
MASTER" said Mary indiTerently.
Yes, she could speak and feel
quite indifferently now, for the fires
OF suffering had burned them selves
out and in their grey ashes lay
buried the love that John Anderson
had SO openly betrayed and shamed.
"Oh no, ma'am. But he's been
more cross and snappish than usual
tor days, hardly touching his food,
and railing at the country and the
litter of leaves as if they were
| poison. He said yesterday he'd give
half he was possessed Of to hear a
muffin bell again, or the milkman
calling 'Mok! Mokn down the area
at Harley street. But-but | never
thought he'd run away like house.
maid that's forged her own character;
but, O! ma'am he's done it"
Run away" said Mary, standing
up in her astonishment
YES" cried Martha. wringing her
hands, run away from me- ma'am.
TO think that after all these years ]
should be disgraced by having a man
run away from me.
Mary's lips curved between scorn
and pity as she said:
What makes you think he ran
away?"
"He went out directly he'd cleared
away dinner. and at supper cook
gave Inc this" said Martha. produc-
ing scrap of paper with one hand
and drying her eyes with the other
May read it gravely. Perhaps she
was thinking of another letter thai
had been addressed to herself.
Martha" it sad. 1 am DING away Don
you trubole TO follow, becorse you wolnt hnC
me Make my respecs TO miS~us and / hop,
rs how she'll fore;ive me. but I'm followin
the parth OF dooly TIMOTHY FLETC ER"
"And now, please, ma'am. could
you manage with Polly and the coot
for few days, while l go ana lool
for him"
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