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prOaperins. and that used to keep M
heart light"
"Ay--it did," said Sarah, sorrowfully
"And I'm very much obliged TO Sally.
said Tom, with a sudden grin that was a
spasmodic az a clockwork figures; "som
sisters would have backhited a brothe
while he was away, and set his relative
against him; but you didn't, Sallyf'
mo"
! / mot that you have been talking muci
about me lately, / understand" sais
Tom, "since the dear old lady has com.
into a fortune. But you did onee--anC
I'm grateful to the last day Of my life. ,
He leaned across the table IN order
that be might peer more closely into hel
face. and Sarah answered slowly:
We will talk Of the past--and OF the
future--at a fitting time
As you please. Take. your own time,
Sarah" was the reply; you viii ind me
and the Captain in the picture gallery
presently. The Captain Is a follower OF
the arts himself.
"Oh, Thomas" said the Captain, rnis.
Ing both hands deprecatingly, "an sd.
III.
"A composer, genuine composerg'
cried Tom Easbell, slapping his hand un.
tremendously on bis friends music book.
i beg pardon, grandmother; am In
good spirits to-night-that's ALL" said
Tom, deferentially; "Sarah's back, and
for moment l had forgotten my be-
reavement."
What bereavement ahi your Wife"
said Sarah; rs she dead thenr'
Dead and gone, poor soul. Don't on
see how deep my mourning isT''
Don't give way. Tom--don't give
way" said Captain Peterson, as be took
his friends arm and led him sobbing from
the room.
Hasn't he left the door openY' asked
Mrs. Eastbell. Il thought 40 by the
blowing down the back of my neck. It's
pity he doesn't know better than TO
leave all the doors open, but / soppose
they're used to wind at sea, Sally?'
Yes, grandmother"
Now that they've gone, want TO
know about your wIId-goose chase--to
scoid You for ito ask after that s,uck.
up fellow Reuben, WHO"
Presently-presently--I must see
those men at once" cried Sarah, start
ing up with eyes cleaning and hands
She lost not many minutes in follow
Ing her brother and his friend to the
picture gallery. Thomas Easttell, sprawl
ed In Simon Culwick's chair, with his
legs ungracefully dangling over the left |
arm. Captain Peterson, reserved In the
presence of his particular friend. sat with
his chair tilted against the marble man. |
telpiece.
Come In, Sarah, don't be bashful."
said Thomas Eastbell. "You are very
Welcome, | assure you"
Sarah shut the door at this invitation
md walked quickly toward the visitors
'sEing seat close to her brother, and
ooking sternly and fixedly at him.
Why do you comef What do you
NantI You are here with a purpose |
'aid Sarah persistently; state II, II you
,lease."
1t is very simple" her brother said.
DOLLY.
i am not the child was; have learn.
d to know the world, and to take INV
'art in 1t. l know you, Thomas East.
ell. / know Of no good or honest action
hat you have ever done Knowing that, Il
win not have you and your friend in
his house. You play a dangerous game
your defiance Of me, for am mistress
ere."
"Oh, indeed ed--that's 1t, 10 itl" said her
rother with sneer; II am to tell my
randmother that she's cipher in her
wn house--that she's nobody, and want
grab all her money when she died"
Tell her what you WILL" said Sarah:
the answer which strips the veil FROM
our bad life will be sufficient to drive !
on from u.s."
Ito be eontinuedl