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The young man in the corner, how
ever, was much interested in the beau
tiful widow, and he now broke in by
saying:
Nobody takes any notice of me, but
I can't be overlooked and left out in
the cold any longer. If you're poor
Latimer's wife, Mrs. Froyle, I'm one
Of your cousins. Didn't you ever hear
| Of Jack?"
Beatrice's face relaxed and she held
! out her hand.
YES indeed did," said she. But
really, I don't know whether you will
be pleased to hear the character poor
Latimer gave of me!'
"Oh, pile it on, pile it on!" cried
the handsome lad, with deep-drawn
mock sigh. Nobody ever has good
word for me. And yet fulfil a very
scapegoat. Whenever there's any
wrong doing in the family, It's always
put down to poor Jack"
| VIII sneVer there's any fun going
on in the family it's always put down
to you, I think it would be safer to
say said Beatrice. While Miss
Froyle fidgeted about and looked very
prin, and wondered how she could
get rid Of the undesirable poor rela-
! ton who waa a helpless woman and
retain the eminently desirable scamp
or a nephew whom she adored.
We'll, one must do something to
make life endurable," said he. And
it's precious near being uncomfortable
when you're the younger son Of a
younger son. and haven't any voca
ton for the church, nor any influence
in the army. nor any money for any
thing else
She laughed. She felt little mis-
chieVous pleasure in the discontinue
Of the woman who had been so need
| Ky oh ia, ttN CHI
not guess the depth Of the annoyance
Miss Froyle felt at the admiration in
her nepheW's eyes for the handsome
! wi! low.
Beatrice soon found, however, that
civility demanded that she should in
s'st upon turning the conversation to
topics agreeable to Miss Froyle, for
the scapegoa! chose to devote himself,
, with exceedingly bad manners, en-
l tirely to his pretty new cousin. When
the young widow rose to go he rose
too.
Il must see you home. Our cousin
ship demands that" said he. Where
are yo1 staying?'
: ooh, no, I couldn't think Of taking
= you away said Beatrice, with a deep
blush.
| Nonsense! Of course I can't let
I. you go alone. I always think so much
r Of relationship" persisted he. "Blood's
thicker than water, you know, and the
i larger my family gets the larger my
t heart grows to take them all in So
t you can't get rid of me like that
= Besides, I want to see the baby.
= must see the baby l dote on babies
Q always know them one from the other
e a thing no other man Of my age has
ever been able to accomplish"
Beatrice could not help laughing
q but she was much disturbed too.
L ttc,t cfnxyt r
8 she.
Il And I insist on going said he.
= Jack, don't be absurd" said Miss
- Froyle, tartly. eff Mrs. Froyle doesn
q wish you to see her home there's al
= end of It,"
SO after a chilly leavetaking on the
@ part Of Miss Froyle and farewell
). of the most effusive kind from Jack
e who had a mischievous twinkle in hi:
: eye, Beatrice got away and started or
j. the way home.
s The distance from Miss Froyle
" house to Lord Catherington's was no
II great, and in ten minutes she wa
y back in the square and approaching
II the big portico when, to her horror
she saw Jack Froyle himself no
W twenty yards behind her.
IL In her CONSERVATION she stopped ,
l. moment to consider what to do, whel
=. the mischievous young fellow, per
20 ceiving that he was discovered, ran vi
20 laughing and humbly apologizing 70
- having disobeyed her.
. II really couldn't bear the though
Ia Of your believing that all the famil,
"a meant to- treat you as that misera BIZ
"a old aunt of mine chooses to do" sait
A. he. And now I'm here, you must
% you shall, show me the baby. Wher
do you live? Not here, 1 suppose :?
,e he went on, lightly, with a jocula
" glance at the huge portal near which
W she had stopped. Lord Gathering
e, ton is hardly the sort of person witt
d whom you would be on visiting terms.
s. Lord Catherington! Is he such
IS very dreadful persona" asked Beatrice
N trying to speak as if she had neve
heard the name before.
10 ooh, 1 don't know. I'm not censo
lie rious. Miss Froyle would call hir
p So" said Jack. But I never min
err that. Now, where are you staying
IN In one of these streets?"
Of "Ye-es, close by" stammered Beat
to rice, in passion Of embarrassment
n and distress. But really, / OF
very we'll. But I'm sorry you cam
ed really, because I don't think yo
H. treated Miss Froyle quite we'll in rur
rs ming away"
ce He made laughing apologies, but sh
On maintained q certain stiffness, speal
III ing little, while she made up her min
what to do.
Stopping short suddenly, therefor
n at the door of a house where thel
20 was card labeled Apartments
49, the window, she turned to him ar
W said:
an I'm sorry I can't let you see IL
" ~, baby now. Good-by."
AZ And she held out her hand with d
ha cision.
ne But Jack raised his eyebrows
20 some concern.
wv Are you staying in this street," sa
ho he. Somebody should have advise
he you where to go. You oughtn't
he stay here, really. I wouldn't presun
III to tell you, but that the Froyles a
an so awfully starched, and If they we
he to hear of it they would be sure
Or turn nasty-if they can turn nasti
than they are"
the ooh, well, it can't be helped" sa
Ter Beatrice, tartly, as she gave him
set little bow and turned toward the doc
lse Jack raised his hat, and merely sa
ing "Good-by" again, went away dow
a the street, leaving her almost tearf
Van with vexation at the dilemma in viii,
md she found herself.
no She watched him as he went whi
cd she affected to be feeling in her poe
ill ct for key, and then, as soon as
of turned a corner, she ran back in t.
rf- opposite direction and skunk up to t.
"a, door Of Catherington house.
49, Lord Catherington came out Of t
az, library as she entered. Apparently
had been at one of the windows, (