, 1899-06-02

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all such preliminary ceremonies as remov-
ing her travelling attire and taking some
refreshment being happily concluded, she
fnds herself seated in her friends private
room.
Della Moray stands before her, laugh
ing. She was twenty-five when they part
ed; she is ~thirty-nine now, but the four
| teen years interval of rest and quiet have
| passed over her lightly. Not a white hair
shines among her smooth, dark tresses-
not a wrinkle yet appears upon her fore
| head. Her cheeks are plumper and her
complexion brighter than they were wont
! to be, and happiness is sparkling in her
| eyes and dimpling her mouth with smiles.
MY dear, you look ten years younger
| than you used to. I'm much afraid you
! can't say the same of me. Is it the air
| of the place that has done it, or have you
| got a Belgian Rachel to max you 'beauti-
| full foreyer?' You have certainly got hold
| Of some secret that half your sex would
| give their eyes to find"
ut is the rest and the content, dear
! Mrs. Horton. Oh! you canno think
| what a peaceful life l lead here. | seem
to have no care, no trouble. | make the
little money l require for my own wants
easily, and | have friends all over Bruges,
and my boy is SO good and generous to
me-"
81 am glad to hear that-very glad in
deed. He ought to be a good son to you,
Della Moray, for you gave up everything
for him."
"Oh, he Is, and so clever besides, and
getting on so well in his profession! He
studied, you know, as a civil engineer
and surveyor, and Monsieur PAbbe Ber-
tin took a great interest in him; and now
with the assistance of some of his rela-
| lions, he has procured Angus an excel
lent appointment-the permanent charge
Of a new line of railway just opened be.
tween Bruges and some of the smaller
towns in Belgium; and Angus is to receive
three thousand francs a year as salary
/ that is, one hundred and twenty pounds
Of our English money-with an annua
increase of ten pounds. That is not a pac
income for a boy of twenty-one, who has
had nothing but his own wits to depend
on for q living-is it, Mrs. Horton? Anc
it might be all for me If l chose to accepl
it from him. Dear August!
The mothers eyes, are dancing witt
pride and pleasure. and Mrs. Hephzibal
| cannot but eaten SOME spark VI ner iduuu
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"It is capital-it is first rate! and con
graduate you, Della Moray, on the pos
session of such a son. l didn't think he'C
turn out so well-I didn't, indeed. Ant
so you, call him Angus now instead o
willy"
Eyes, and have done so for years;
think it best. 1t is his second name, yo'
know, and the other is fraught with un
pleasant recollections to me. CAMPO
bear the thought of that man, William
Moray-even to this day. He who want
ed so cruelty and basely to deprive me o
my child-to take my only solace iron
me. 1t was a long time before | coul,
forget the aversion and fear with whicI
he inspired me, and even now sometime
feel a dreadlest his malice should find m
out again, and urge him to revenge him
self upon my darling boy" ,oei i
"Delia Moray, l see that you haven
given up your old habit of talking non
sense. How on earth could this ma
hurt you or your boy, who is already o
). age? 1t is evident that you've grown n
, wiser during the years we ave bee
parted"
r 20! 1 know 1t is but a foolish fancy
, but then Angus is 90 precious to m'