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ture support. He has the law, my dear,
but you have the money!
CHAPTER VII.

AS Della, fortified by her friends last
words, speeds upon her way to Brixton.
she feels different creature After many
inquiries and several wrong turnings, she
arrives at last before the large stucco
building standing back from the road,
with carriage sweep in front of it, on
the gates of which are inscribed, in bold
chara cters, 1.-THE Frs
1t is Sunday, and there are not many
shabbily dressed people about Della
fancies she sees the lace curtain at the
window of one of the lower rooms move,
as though somebody were watching her
approach from within; but she marches
braVely up the steps, and gives a bold,
determined double knock. A footman an
swers it, and she asks for Mrs Moray
The man examines her inquisitively and
ushers her into the drawing room, which
is on the same floor.
An interval of five or ten minutes oc-
ours while Mrs. William Moray is arrang-
ing her lacss and ribbons and wiping the
effects of luncheon from her ample bust
where the crumbs will settle, and the
mother in the drawing room is wondering
how much longer she is to be kept in sus-
pense. But then the dining room door
the drawing room door has followed it's
example, and the lady of the house, array
ed in plain colored satin and velvet
dress, enters.
Della glances at her sster-in-law and
feels her heart sink and her hopes of SYM
pathy vanish. There is nothing in Mrs
Moray's face but hardness and vulgarity.
She is woman Of about fve-and-thirty,
stout and ungraceful, with small eyes,
coarse features and limbs and a complete
absence of good breeding.
The elder Mrs Moray is completely tax
EN- aback as Della tells who she is.
Il don't know in the least what you're
talking about she says, looking Della
steadfastly in the face. There hain't
such person as Mrs. James Moray
leastways, not connected with hour fam
lily"
Have they dared to tell you that story.
then!' exclaims Della, excitedly; dared
to say | am not married to him? Oh,
Mrs. Moray, it is a falsehood-a wicked,
cruel falsehood! l have my marriage GER
tlhcate at home, and can prove to you that
[ am James wife. Where is your hus-
band? He knows me we'll enough. Let
him come and say to my face that | am
not his brothers wife,
'Oh, that is heasily settled, young wom-
an" says the other, edging toward the
door, and trying not to look uncomfc1ta-
bic; ''for Mr.. James Moray's wife has
been dead for hever so long, as I can tes-
tify. However, if you wish to see my
husband, l think it will be the best for
hall parties, for l am quite hunequal my
self to contending with so hextraordinary
a INTERRUPTION. And hon the Sabbath,
too.'
L am sorry I should have had to disturb
you on Sunday; but how could be ex-
pected to wait? l am in the greatest dis
tress of mind about my boy | came home
from the theater last night to find him
gone from my lodgings-taken away
stolen-and not a word even to let me
know where he is"
You came home from where?" de-
mands Mrs. William Moray, Mortified.
From the theater where / play--the
Cornthian. | am an actress. | support
myself and Willy, and have supported my
husband for years past by my own labor.
It is hard that the only reQuital he can
make me is to steal my child, and that his
brother helps him in the robbery
'Wilgum; Willgumr' calls Mrs. Moray
from the open door.
She has drawn her purple satin skirts
closer around her as the awful truth Of
Delia's profession is made patent to her
sensitive understanding, and now she
summons her husband at once to her aid.
Her ears must have deceived her. 1t can
not be true. The mother of the child now
sitting at her luncheon table, and the wife
of her husbands brother, an actress. and
actually standing within a few yards of
her. If Mrs. Moray were good at faint
ing, which she is not, she would certainly
drop down now. But she grows red as
a peony in the face instead, and bawls,
''Willgum"' at the top of her voice, and
in another moment William Moray an
swers the summons.
Go be continued.)