, 1899-06-09

les, snes Detter. lata long 'aik
with your doctor yesterd Jay, He speaks
English wonderfully well Sfort foreigner"
HE does" replies AND us, with a deep
sigh, as the ~allusion recalls tle misery of
the morning.
HE is an old friend Of yours, be tells
me-"
"a very old friend. monsieur"
$50 am |. You needn't stare. | dart
say you nave forgotten me, but | knew
you long before this DIR. de Blois did, and
a nice time l had of my mountaineering
with you, too"
Monsieur oyerwhelms me with sur.
PRISE" says Angus.
"Your father, James Moray, was my
brother, and | sent for you here that l
might tell you that you've no more right
to bear the name you do than the waiter
downstairs has. So you may put that in
your pipe and smoke it."
NO; that you haven't-no more right
than a hinfdel has to salvation!' inter-
poses Mrs. Moray from the sofa.
Angus thinks the portly Englishman
must be travelling for the good of his
mental health. He does not understand
him. He! to be told by a stranger that
he has no right to bear the name of his
own father and mother! The man must
be mad to think of such a thing! and
Angus manages to get a chair between
them before he ventures on a reply.
II don't know by what right you ad-
dress me in such a strain, monsieur; and
| can only imagine you must have mis-
taken my identity. Every one in Bruges
knows my mother, Mrs. Moray, and my
self; and, as l have never ever heard
your name mentioned before, you will
pardon me for requiring a little further
evidence before 1 believe what you tell
me on your w account. l cannot ac-
cept every man as my uncle who chooses
to say he is So"
This independent answer stirs up all
the walls Of Mr.. William Moray's wrath,
as he recalls the last time his brothers
son and he were face to face, and the
disappointment which then ensued to all
his hopes of making him his heir.
"Himpudencew exclaims the voice from
the sofa, as the words fall from Angus
lips.
mo, madam, not impotence, but indie
peIfdence! My mother has reared me. by
her own exertions solely, n taught me
to lean for support or patronage upon
no man. So that, though l should have
been glad to welcome any relation of my
dead father for his sake, l am not bound
to tax an insult quietly even from his
brother. And if you are his brother" he
continues, turning to William Moray,
'how can you tell me l have no right to
bear his name?'
Because your mother was lever mar!
ried to himp' says his uncle, ~coarsely. IF
youswant the truth, you've got itp'
Angus springs from his chair-every
vein in his face swollen with excitement
and advances with a clinched fist to-
ward William Moray.
You lie!" he exclaims, closing In upop
him.
On observing the action of young An
gus, Mrs. Moray founders off her resting
place with a scream and the elder man
does not quite like the aspect of affairs.
He is fat and puffy, short-winded, and not
used to, pugilistic encounters, and the
youth bearing down upon him looksldan-
gerous.
What WIZ S
toward the door. 81 have said nothing
but what l can prove"
s'You shall prove it, then, and before
we part cOlupduy lO-uuy, VI L WAL Adhe
you eat your words. My mother not mar
ried to my father! Why, all the world
knows she is Mrs. Moray, and receives
her as such!'
"All the world of Bruges, you mean!'
sneers the other. "Now, look here, young
man, l don't mean to stand n bullying
on your part; so, if you wish to hear YOU
own history, you'd better unclinch your
fist and listen quietly; if not, l shall ring
the bell for the waiter to conduct you
down stairs again.
William Moray wipes off the perspira-
ton which fear has called to his brow
and addresses his nephew from behind
the shelter of the sofa, Oh which his wife
has rearranged herself.
young people are mostly quick to dis
believe anything they don't like" he COM
mences. but Mrs. Moray and l have
cause enough to remember the dis, strous
circumstances of your birth and your
fathers death!'
cause henough hindeed" comes from
the sofa.
However, your mother will be the best
referee regarding the truth of any state
ment / may make to you. If you doubt
any part of the story, ask your mother!"
ask your motherr' the same words
DR.. de Blois had used to him in the morn.
ing.
ITO be c~ontinued.)
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