The Northern Guardian. — 1892-07-12 (Hartlepool, Cleveland, England)

YOU.', _ _  "I shall try and see her before her marririge, if possible. This beef is, indeed, fine. I hate com,. tr.taa a part of the world where the oxen are wore muscle and sinew than fat so I can appreciate it. Miss Atherstone does seem to remember her old friends, indeed. I have met a protege of hers already, whom , I have seen before."  "Have you, sir?" "Yes, a Lad. Jack Blogg, I think his name is. I was sorry to see him about, the place, for he seems a sulky, ill-conditioned sort of fellow, lie was at serious mischief, too. The gamekt eper and I caught him snaring pheasants in the plantation yonder ; and the man told me he dare not punish him for it."  "No, sir. It would be as much as Ben St ike's place is worth to punish him. kiss Athersione does not choose he should be interfered with. He wag something in the ship sbe came over in, I have beard, and she has taken a fancy to him. It seems a pity, for I don't think he is a good boy; and kindness seems wasted on "He was nothing on board the ship but a young vagabond who stowed himsrli sway to get a passage for nothing. I knew him the moment I saw him today. He is a strange pet for a young lady. Not a morsel more, thank you. I have made a hearty lunch."  "Try another glass of ale, sir. Mr. Carson, T.ir young lady's lawyer, takes ale nowhere but here. He says the Atherstone brewing will bear comparison with the best in England. I don't think he al pr Nes of the boy Blogg and his uncle having so Inuch liberty about the place; but our young lady. bless her, is a true Atherstone—she does like her own way, and what is more, she will have it, too."  "Mr. Carson! Ah, by the way, that was the names I remember. Was anything ever heard about the young gentleman who went out to Melbourne, and was missing when the Psyche sailed ?• " ilezrd of him? Oh, 3, ca. He is at home again' safe and well. He was very ill out there—nearly murdered, and out of his mind, I believe. There are all sorts of stories told about it, but I haven't heard him say much himself. He's a nice young gentleman, is Mr. Graham Carson, and he's going to marry Miss Lilly Atherstone—Miss Beryl's cousin" "And has Miss Atherstone —your mistress, I mean, seen him since he came back?" asked Dr. Twist, with a puzzled look. "So a him !" said Mrs. Wickham, elevating her eyebrows at the strangeness of the question. 0' Oh, yes, many times. He is oiten uere."  " And Mrs. Dalton ?" " Yes, she's seen him, too.''  "And he knew them. both r  "Oh, yes. He knew them directly. He wasn't all bad as that. He was quite well when he got bo England." Mrs. Wickham thought she understood the drift of his questions now, but she was very wide of the mark, and she little thought how her gnawers had perplexed her guest. She went on gossipping about the (range, and her old master and new mistress, in a fashno that had interested him more than she nad any idea of. She told him how the squire was never the same man after his son's death, though he had livcd so many years; and how nobody at the Grange had ever seen Mrs. Leonard Atherstone, though everyone had heard what a good, gentle, amiable lady she was, though she was an actress. All their hearts went out o her child, she said, the moment she Caine home— for she was her father's living image—and it seemed such a melancholy thing for the poor young creature to come home alone to strangers as she had done.  'To be =tissue/1