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CHAPTER I1.-tcontinued.)

TAKE possession of the family Jewels.
have heard it said that they were unique
that their price was fabulous; but at
all events there is no doubt about il,
that they were some of the best stones IN
Europe. OF course the old man always
thought that with her beauty and posi-
ton she would marry brilliantly, and SO
left her the jewels. She, however, elect
ed to marry the miller, OConnell.
"She ought to have been ashamed OF
herself" yawns Mrs. Clarence.
"But what an extraordinary arrange
nenti About the will, | mean y says
Grey.
1.-The absurdest on record. There was,
however. proviso She was to have
the jewels for her life or until she had
son. There was no mention of a daugh-
ter, or else our unknown cousin would
be the richest heiress in England to-day.
Failing the son, they We're to revert
TO the family again. To Sir Lucien,
in fact. He did all he could to make his
father change this will, but even after
the disastrous marriage the old man
would not. She was to have the jewels
for her life, or for her son."
Eyes, that was it, says Mrs. Clar-
ence. Il remember it all now quite
clearly. And no son was born. Only
a girl. Therefore the diamonds
valuable-haf a kings ransom, as they
say-should have come to Sir Lucien.
But, how was 1t, Eustace" to Everard.
ION her death the jewels were not to be
had They were lost; gone. And never
a single sign of them since. Isn't that
itY'
"A very graphic description. On Mrs.
C'Connell's DEATH demand was made for
the jewels, but from that day to this no
tidings of them has ever been heard.
Her husbaBd%
with them
From all l have heard of her." puts
in Mrs. Clarence indolently, AZ should
say Lillian Adare-Mrs. O'Connell-had
more to do with the disposing of them
than anyone else. Aunt Maria, who knew
her very intimately, says she was vain,
intOlerably selfish cree TIRE, with a ca
pacity for spending L oney, that"
Even you could not rival" says
Everard in a little low teasing whisper
that reaches her ear alone.
Still a woman, however extravagant-
ly inclined, could hardly sell quantity
of valuable stones without a chance of
their being traced" says Gilbert Grey.
What madness to make a will like
thatr' says Everard. To give stones
of almost untold value into the bands
of a girl who was unable to manage even
her own life. l don't exactly banker af-
ter Sir Lucien, but I'm sorry he failed
in his foth to ,bon 10 will
But it seems the old man would not hear
of it. He stood firm. The fact is he was
not in love with Sir Lucien, and he ador
ed his perhaps because she was
his only one"
"Oh, no! Because she was donineeT-
ing-bard, unloving, but very beautiful,
says Mrs. Clarence with a cynical shrug
of her shoulders.
There might have been another rea-
son for the old mans obstinacy," says
Gilbert Grey. "Everard has limited at it.
We all know he hated his eldest SON
Sir Lucien. Have you forgotten it,"
Hardly forgotten ~ Mr.. McGrath, who
has been so taken up with knotting his
moose as to be unable to bear the noble
part he usually does in every converse
wise, now breaks in solemnly-"We mere
~ felt it was unnecessary to mention it
Our dear relative Sir Lucien has made
known to us by this time his many en-
gagng qualities You say he went for
long walk to-day with Hilary, in the d.
reotion of the old mill?"
Yes" May mods her head, that is
where his sister, Mrs. O'Connell, used to
live"
Where our aunt used to live" cor
reefs her brother, lifting his brows, and
smiling a little
"She only married him to the disgust
of all her family" says Mrs. Clarence.
Her father--your grandfather, May
lived here then, and as she was the light
of his eyes he forgave her, though her
brother, Sir Lucien, never did. But her
fathers forgiveness did her little good,
as he died three days after her wedding.
Your poor father. you know, died two
years before that"
Yes, / know" says May slowly. She
hardly remembers either her father or
her mother. Her father had been Sir
Lucien's younger brother.
ut was quite tragedy" murmurs
suited quite as admirably If she mad said,
lit was quite comedy
How she must have felt that" says
May, in low tone. Her father dying
so soon after her terrible defiance of all
ris wishes his desires"
"Sir Lucien must be a genius" re-
marked MI. Mctirath.
"You are wrong there. He feels some
thing" says Gilbert Grey, who always
contradicts Owen II possible. He feels
the loss of those stones.'
Il think he has come here this time
because of them" says Everard. 'You
know that fellow Denne is in the coun-
try. He was a nephew Of O'Connelfs,
and after O'Connelrs death Sir Lucien
took il into his head that Deane knew
something of the jewels. He feels GER
tain that they are still intact, hidden
somewhere. and that probably Desne, as
the sole relative of O'Connell may know
something of them"
why not the girl. rather?"
well. be is divided between suspicion
of her and Deane. That's why he hates
her"
What fun 1t would be to rake him
we are here" says Mrs. Clarence, her
eyes Frightening.
"oh, no." May grows a little uncer-
tain. II daresay, am sure she is dread
full. Quite common girl, an impossi-
BILE person"
That's where the fun would come in l''
declares Mrs. Clarence languidly. ITO
catch wild creature like that. and try
to tame her-and with Sir Lucien looking
on = She laughs in her low, soft. some
what wicked little way.
"Oh, If il came to that. To catch
anything. and try to do il good" saws
MAY. There would be some excitement
about that. l should quite like it,"
CHAPTER III.
On this old MILL once fine in its
strength and its proporrions-now dilapi-
dated and grown grey and wrecked
through stress of age and neglect, the
Angv<t SIM is smiling lighting up its