The Princeton union., 1900-04-26
ahead 4 believe you are on the right
track to solution OF that matter"
CHAPTER XXI.

| Seeing the new arrival, he came to the
walk to meet him, his whole body work
ing with agitation.
"Comc right in" he said, giving Ron
aid his hand. "She's dying with impa-
tience. She wanted to drive out to
meet you on the road, but 7 made her
wait. Did you ever hear Of the like?"
Ronald wanted to say that he was
still in the dark, but his host was loud
ly calling to a groom and waving his
hand towards the, horse. Just then our
hero saw Mrs. Lancaster standing in
the doorway and wildly motioning
him to approach. Leaving the lame
man to get up the steps as best he could,
Ronald ascended to the woman, who
stood both hands outstretched, her dis
tended eyes boring into his own.
"Oh, don't you know yet?' she ques-
toned, as she read his blank face,
"can't you guess the truth?" She wrung
his hand and stepped backward to the
door of the drawing-room as if to draw
him away from all eyes save her own.
"Mr. Redding told me-" he began,
that you might be able to give me
some information-''
"Don't you see," she broke in, with
warm tenderness. 'Don't you feel the
truth? L am your mother!''
he found himself unable to articu-
late word. Something seemed to
bear down on his brain; for moment
there was blur before his sight. As
if in dream he felt her leading hin,
across the drawing-room to a sofa.
IL am your mother,'' she said, as
she drew him down to seat beside
her, "and thank God for allowing me
to find it out before my death. I have
loved you in strange, unaccountable
way ever since 1 met you. When [
heard you were in prison it almost
drove me wild. Evelyn wrote me
about your arrest, and then it was
a week before I learned of your re-
lease. My name is Elizabeth; I gave
your father that silver tobacco-box;
and, moreover, lost you exactly where
you were taken during the war.
am so happy. I am actually afraid my
Joy will kill me-
She began to cry silently, and in his
desire to comfort her he found him.
self claspirg her hand and stroking
back the white hair from her brow.
"AnG I am glad you are my mother.'
lie saiG. simply. You have been my
ideal woman ever since that day you
came tc see me-
They sat together for an hour, max
ing plans for the future.
: Evelyn and l are going to spend
next year Abroad she told him, land
you are going with US. Col. Hasbrooke
says he is too old for the journey and
: we shall need a man.
His face clouded for the first time
= during the interview.
"But Col. Hasbrooke-''
"He is simply wild to call you SON
in-law." Mrs. Lancaster broke in, with
a laugh. Evelyn has been almost
dead with sorrow since he separated
YOU. I really believe he was coming
round anyway. Yesterday he said a
great deal about your nobility of char
acter and talent. He always listens to
me. and I told him there was nothing
to be done but to let you have her.
But that reminds me; she is waiting
to see you. Poor, dear child! I never
7 was so selish-so thoughtless. I'm
going to send her to YOU
She rose and he nereously held her
hands, a fixed look on his face
, Are you sure:'' he faltered, that I
have the right top
His mother drew herself up to her
, full height. ''You are a Lancaster "
, she said, proudly.
When she had passed through the
heavy curtains obscuring a room in
the rear, he sat for several minutes
fairly dazed by what had taken place.
His reverie was disturbed by the COM
ing of Evelyn. A flush was on her
-, slightly attenuated face, and her eyes
were red and sparkled as if she had
I been crying. but she came to him with
a firm, confident step, and put both
her hands in his.
1T is all so wonderful she said
{ simply. II am actually too choked up
to speak. I've been laughing, crying,
and doubling the truth of it by turns
ever since Mr.. Redding went away"
''It seems like a dream to me-" he
made answer. II am afraid l shall
I wake and find myself back in my little
room over there on the farm"
"Mrs. Lancaster told me just now,'
p said Evelyn, that she had forgotten
to tell you your given name. She
0 asked me to inform you, but hate
to pronounce it. l shall never cal
you anything but Ronald. Will that
e suit you, sir?''
They were seated side by side or
the sofa.
, II shall never want you to call me
u anything else," he smiled; "but must
own up to little curiosity as to wha'
): 1 am legally entitled to-
'Charles Erskine,'' answered Evelyn
{ "Afrs. Lancaster was a Miss Erskine
| How do you like it?'
u Its not bad,' he laughed; per
:, , haps I may grow up to it in time"
Just then Hasbrooke looked in al
the door and limped towards them. or
;, almost 6oyish look of embarrassment
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