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law and anuse myself little by
literature
snail you be poor-or rich?" said
Madeline; and Lance laughed at the
naive question,
Neither one nor the other. Ny
t.ther has some money and my mother
i fairly we'll off--an old relation left
her his fortune some years ago; but
~ course | do not mean to work for
myself; some day, Madeline mean to
work for you"
Nadeline's eyes dilated with happi-
mass which she did not know how to
express.
You will forget me- she said, in a
lower tone.
Forget you? Never.
But if we do not see each other for
four years.
who said we should not see each
ofher? | shall come here and see you
periodically and ! shall get my mother
10 invite you to my house. You will
see that we shall meet very often, so
Won need not be afraid of my forget
ting you.
The prospect was delightful and
Madeline gave herself up to the plea
sure of little dreaming that all these
mans were as nothing when con-
fronted with the iron will which
shaped Iancelot's destiny and her own
so much more than she knew.
She had two or three days of perfect
enjoyment and then Lancelot went
back to London, promising to write
to her before she left Mrs. Gervase' 5
house. But when the letter came it
did not altogether fulfill Madehne's
expectations 1t was affectionate, it
was also a little-a very little-apolo-
getic. His mother was so delicate that
she could not make visits or receive
visitors He himself would come over
to Chaplain again as soon as possible,
but in the meantime he was obliged
10 be very busy. altogether he would
not forget her, let him be as busy as
he could be- And he was hers most
deyotedly'
Madeline was puzzled by the letter.
Its loving tone pleased her, the alb
sence Of any message or invitation
which he had promised SO confidently
from his mother disappointed her.
But Lancelot had written that letter
under considerable difficulties. For
the thing that had happened had taken
him by surprise.
Nine zavertal as she still called
herself, had listened with interest and
some amusement to his account of the
pretty child whom he had met at Dover
and who had afterward turned up at
the school where Constance Esler and
Lady, Frances Aylmer were pupils. Up
to certain point she seemed anxious
10 meet his wishes and to invite the
gigl 10 his house But then there came
q change
What is her name, by the way?"
She asked carelessly.
Despard-- Madeline Despard,"
His mother turned upon him with a
white change in her face which he
could not fail to notice.
What name did you say, Lancelot?"
Despard, mother. Her fathers
name was Oscar, | remember. Oscar
Despard."
\ fair man, with long mustache?'
saIa Nine zavertal, quickly. Rather
un1ersized slight something theatri-
l3l AID affected about him."
I've only seen him once, but | think
yoQ have described him exactly" said
Eaneelot. do you know him."
used to know him. He is one Of
,ls greatest rogues in Europe, in a
mean pettifogging way. He and his
Trend, Rene de Marsac. friend also
Il. Nanr fathers by the way, were of
the ame kind birds of a feather, as
Won English say Oscar Despard was
SPY traitor a coward want moth
.Hg q do with him or any of his
breed
8lt mother" said Lancelot, in
'2ae dismay, Ibis daughter is not like
I'm She is like the Armstrong;, to
WON her mother belonged"
Aaie Iayertal shook her graceful
aea She will never lose the faint
4hNuci = DiDOu- NJ l1duCViOts
e8 cry sorry for the girl She may
YOU say, sweet and beautiful;
y also have a claim on our
one who has been deserted by
lthless and wicked father-but,
that, YOU must put her out of
AInd. Forget her, mon enfant;
a' possible that she should ever
4itiel to this house"
sou saw her, mother. you would
ose your prejudice against her.
aas Zayertal held up her pretty
But do not want to see
VIII never see her. Her father
enemy-the enemy of all who
Ae cause of liberty. Speak no
her my Lancelot. ! would
beggar in the street into my
aoner than any one who bears
OF Despard
AZ was wise enough to re.
tne contention He had
oF this time that II was use
que with this sweet-looking,
tile woman; on matters
e had made up her mind she