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AMBITION'S LADDER.

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tALL RJOHTS BEBEUVKD.'] AMBITION'S LADDER. By the Author of Atherstane Grange^* .c Lift fitr a CHAPTER XXVI. A LINK IN THE CHAIN. Brother, I said I knew thee! Thou forgotrtk Thy sister's little face to "woman's grown But I remembered thine enough to feel "Twas something once had been familiar dear. THERE is one drawback, however, that I havent "mentioned to you," Mr. Sartoris resumed, after a short conversation with his friend as to the plan on which their search should be conducted. What is it ?" Only that, should you succeed, it will be at the expense of another person, who would lose all ,that young Mainwaring gains." "Indeed! How is that ?" In answer to which question George Sartoris briefly recapitulated the terms of Mr. Mainwaring's will, and explained Eveline Trenchard's position under it. « I don't even know," he added, whether she I is aware of the true state of the case, but rather fancy she has no suspicion that anything can occur to deprive her of the money." If that be so it was cruel to keep her in ignorance," said Lord Lynwood. But the fact makes no difference in the matt-r of right-doing." "Perhaps not, looking at the matter from an abstract point of view," drily remarked his friend. c Still I doubt whether Eve will be inclined to view it altogether from such a point." The will does not leave her absolutely penniless, you say, under any circumstances ?" Well, no. But the difference between an ample fortune and a bare subsistence is consider- able, you know, and she might fancy herself illueed." What is she like ?" 44 In looks, do you mean ? Oh, passable. At- tractive, I think, and rather inclined to be romantic; so perhaps she would be rather pleased than other- wise to lind herself the victim of unmerited misfortune." Misfortune is hardly the word when a matter of Tight or wrong is in question." •' Ah! I confess there you go slightly beyond me," observed Mr. Sartoris, relapsing into his usual manner of speech. It may be all very fine and very heroic to do right irrespective of consequences -no doubt it is so-but the result may be decidedly unpleasant, for all that." "Which all goes to mean, I presume, that you are beginning to repent already quietly remarked Lord Lynwood. If so, tell me plainly, and-" "No, hang it all! I don't mean that," petulantly broke in Mr. Sartoris. But what is a fellow to say ? I can't help pitying poor little Eve. It would be deuced hard lines for her, poor girl! But as you say, right's right, and so, if b'iat justitia is to be the motto I adopt, there's no more to be said ca the matter." You will give me your help, then?" "So far as lean be of anyj service I am with you, Lynwood," replied Mr. Sartoris, extending his hand, which the other took. "I never did put myself out of the way for anyone before perhaps I might have been a better man if I had done so more frequently. However, it's never too late to mend. You've stirred me up, old fellow, but I dare- say you'll have to keep me to the scratch; at any rate I shall consider you as responsible for nie from this time forth. Going now ? Must you really ?" 411 have letters to write." And I some to read. By the way, I don't know which is really the greatest bore. You're alone, I suppose r" Quite." Then take pity on 'me and dine here We'll only have Edwards to wait upon us and i crimps joins in our counsels." "Is he to be trusted, do you think ?" asked Lynwood. < With untold gold, I firmly believe," was tho emphatic reply. Although the beginning of our acquaintance was brought about by his making an attempt to pick my pocket." And yet you believe in him ?" "Implicitly. After all, the only point of difference between Edwards and the rest of his fraternitv is that he began where they leave off. Edwards i, the best servant I ever had, and we shan't part iu a hurry, I promise you." I shall make no attempt to deprive you of such a treasure, depend upon it," said Lord Lynwood. smiling, and then, repeating his promise for the evening, left the room. whereupon Mr. Sartoris summoned his servant and gave him directions for dinner. Don't bother me about details," he said. Take care that we've something fit to eat, that's all, and that the claret is properly warmed. For the rest, I give you carte blow he.' Very well, sir." And Edwards quietly departed, leaving his master to open the pile of letters that lav beside him on the table. Very short work did George Sartoris make of most of them, till at length he picked up one on which he at once recognized his father's hand- writing. Hallo what can the governor have to say (' he muttered, breaking the seal-for the elder Mr. Bartons had an old-fashioned scorn for the modern adhesive envelope-and opening the sheet of paper began to read, his features betraying no small amount of wonderment as he proceeded. I hardly know whether it is much use writing to you," the letter went on after a few lines of unimportant matter; but if you cau for once get up an interest in something outside your own com- fort and convenience, I shall be glad of your assistance. I want some enquiries made for me in France, that you, with your intimate knowledge of the country and language, will probably be able to manage very much better than I under any circumstances could do, even if T felt capable for the task. But the years are beginning to tell upon me, George, apropos of which dismal reminder I should be glad if you could be with me a little oftener than you have been. Perhaps I have been as much to blame in the matter as you, but however that may be, it would make me happier to know that in the future-however widely asunder our past lives have drifted-there is a prospect that we tnay be more united. But I had no intention of alluding to this subject when I sat down to write. However, out of the fulness of the heart the mouth speaketh,' so let it stand as it has escaped me. To explain what I require of you I must trouble you with rather a Ion? letter, and perhaps repeat circumstances already familiar enough to you. Still, it is better to be prolix than obscure. I want you to throw back your memory to a long-past date, and recall what you can of that miserable time when poor Gertrude disappeared. You know, of course, that all the steps I took then and afterwards to discover what had become of her were fruitless, and you know also that unless she be found-if alive -to say what has become of the boy, or if -which is much to be feared—she no longer lives and has left no evidence by which, in the event of his being discovered, his identity may be legally proved, it is possible a great wrong may he committed on an unoffending man; and it is that which I fear now, for I think we--or rather Sampson, for, to tell the truth, I have only lately been converted to his view-have actually found the missing heir." To a Hrm that George Sartoris was surprised by the time he had read so much of his father's letter would be to give but a faint idea of his feelings. The coincidence was unlooked for, so entirely be- wildering, that he read the last few lines over aevain before he could quite satisfy himself as to their reality, -61 I*rm«t be dreaming, I fancy he muttered. But it was uu uream, as he soon convince 1 him- self on resuming- the letter. howe-Ar stiinsre. It would take too long a time to go into the whole story now," he went on to read, especially as I hope you will soon give me the opportunity of repeating it to you by word of mouth, when I can enter into fuller explanations than are possible within the limits of a letter. At the same time, I must make you so far acquainted with the outlines of its leading features as to enable you to aid us in the search for that evidence which, if SampsonV belief is correct-and I am coming more and more to think that it is—undoubtedly exists in the shape of documents. The manner in which Sampson s suspicions were first excited was in itself remarkable. Accidentally taken to see a boy who was lying dangerously ill in a villainous den by the riverside, his attention was immediately aroused by the strong resemblance which he declared he at once perceived the invalid bore to my lost ward, and he made enquiries which went far to confirm his belief. Of the .boy's parentage he could learn nothing more than that he was an orphan, whose mother had drowned herself-at least, so it was said, though there were circumstances of such a suspicious nature about the case as rendered it doubtful whether the poor creature had not met with foul play. At any rate, she was aead, and the boy was afterwards pro- tected by a youth of more than questionable antecedents, but good appearance, who told Samp- son plainly that he held proofs of his //rotru/e'.s birth, and promised to produce them, but when, depending on his promise, I accompanied the doctor for the purpose of sifting his story, we found the bird had flown, and a few days afterwards a letter reached us from him saying that he was on his way to Australia, and had left Leonard-for so the boy was called-another strong presumption in favour of Sampson's theory-in safe hands till we should claim him. (Since then nothing has ever been heard from or of the fellow who professes to hold the proofs we require; but Sampson claimed the boy as he had promised, and has since brought him upashis adopted son. ti e is now a young man, well educated and talented, and objectionable in nothing save the shadow of uncertainty that surrounds his indentity, in spite of which shadow, owever, he has chosen to fall in love with Eve, who—if the truth be as we suspect—is his cousin, and will soon, unless our suspicions can be changed to certainty, possess the fortune that should rightful y belong to him. "Whether Eve returns his love is a point not so easy to decide upon just yet, for I felt it my duty to torbid any engagement or even a declaration on hit part for the present, and he has in the meantime I gone to Australia in the hope a vain one, I fear— of seeking out the man who professes to possets what information is needed to give him a name and recognized place in the world. i I say, 1 fear it is a useless journey. Leonard I started about four months ago, and Sami son went to see him off at Southampton, where, in the docks, having disembarked almost the same minute that the. Hes/jenix." steamed out of harbour, ho encountered a man whose face struck him at the time as being strangely familiar, and who, an after in. ident convinced him, was no other than he in search of whom his adopte I son had left England. Ih s conclusion was arrived at through another person, an inspector of police, named Pounceby, who had also seen and recognised Alick Wood, and sticks stubbornly to his story, though the man he recognised gives himself out to be an actor, and calls himsclfg Clarence Woodville. But Mr. Clarence Woodville was soon lost sight of, and it has only just come to our knowledge through Pounceby that he is in France, accompanied by a young woman who calls herself Laura Staunton, but who is really, we believe though there may be some mistake on this point-one Caroline Bradley, who certainly went to Australia with him. Such is the position of affairs at present, and now for the way in which I think you might aid us. Pounceby is convinced that his errand in France is some piece of rascality, but we are so completely in the dark that it is impossible to take any steps against the scoundrel. Can you, will you rouse yourself so much as to endeavour to find out where he is and what he is doing ? I know of course that the task may not be an easy one with such limited information to go upon, but the French police have more experience, more means at their command for tracing people than we care to employ over here, and I think if you go to work with a will there is a chance of success. What is to follow I don't quite see at present, but the first and most important step is to find Mr. Clarence vv oodville, and we can then decide what further steps must be taken. That. however, I will leave to your judgment, and trust that you will help us by every possible means." "That I will," exclaimed George Sartoris. And perhaps more successfully than you imagine. By George the governor couldn't have dreamt how opportune all this is." > But he had not quite reached the close of his father's long epistle, and read on. Sampson has written to Leonard advising him to return to England immediately. A letter has also been received from him announcing his safe arrival in Melbourne, so that we shall probably see him back very shortly, live is going to Scotland to pay a visit to her aunt, who has expressed a wish to that effect, and as the old lady is not badly off in this world's goods, and Eve is her nearest relative, it is advisable to accept the offer. Besides, to speak plainly, the girl is rather beyond my power of control, and would be better looked after by one of her own sex. I have been looking out for a com- panion for her, and such a cartload of applications as I was pestered with! --but my choice was soon made in the shape of a young Irishwoman a Miss Laura Desmond- "Desmond! Where have I heard that name lately ?" mused George Sartoris. .who appears to be a very sensible, well-educated person. Bather young perhaps but that is hardly a fault. She starts with Eve for the north next week. Let me hear from you soon, and see you, too, once more. Not that I imagine I am going to leave you directly, but when a man is nearly seventv there's no telling what may occur." And with a few more words the letter closed. Poor old boy!" muttered George Sartoris, as he read the concluding lines. I suppose he does feel himself rather lonely. I really must manage to go and see him before long. But in the meantime I must do my best to ferret out this Mr. Clarence Woodville, or, rather—what's his confounded name again? By Jove!" he exclaimed, as another reference to the letter answered his question, Alick Wood! Why—that's the very fellow that Edwards vows vengeance on Here's a coil! And the woman Here, Edwards, where are you ?" The man entered upon this summons, and Mr. Sartoris began hastily to question him. Look here he said, in some little excitement, I'm inclined to think your imagination has not been playing you a trick after all." In what manner, sir r" Just read that and you will see what I mean." Edwards took the letter his master held out to him, folded down at that portion referring to Alick Wood and his sister. You must help me in this, Edwards, said Mr. Sartoris. I'll do my best, sir," replied the man, vindic- tively. Both for my own sake and yours. But how ?" Ah, that is the question. But we'll settle on some plan this evening, after I have consulted Lord Lynwood. Meanwhile, there is just the possibility that you may encounter your ghost again, and that would simplify matters very much." That such an event was so near at hand, however, Mr. Sartoris little suspected. Edwards left him almost immediately, and was crossing the corridor on his way downstairs, when a door opened, and a lady, quietly, but richly, dressed, stepped out. He stood respectfully aside to allow her to pass, when their eyes met with a sudden flash of mutual recognition. Carrie!" "Ned!" The words broke from them simultaneously, and the next moment they were locked in each other's arms, much to the amazement of Lord Lynwood, who happened to be on his way out, and was an involuntary witness of the scene. CHAPTER XXVll. WARNED. What the years mean how time dies and is not slain How lov ■: grows, and laughs and cries, and wanes again— These were things she came to know, ant t<ke their n,eftsiire. IT was certainly beyond any question a strange fatality that made Leonard Grant start on his journey to the other side of the world on the very day-almost the self-sarm hour, indeed-that saw the man for whom he sought set foot once more upon the shore of England for it is hardly worth while to attempt so much of mystery as to conceal the fact that neither Doctor Sampson nor Pounceby had erred in their recognition of the whilom Alick Wood. They were, however, each in fault as to tho identity of his companion-a fat which the sharp eyes of Mr. Pounceby would have detected at once had he seen the supposed Carrie Bradley but the probability in favour of the Doctor's assertion being correct was so great that nearly for the first time m his life—l'ounreby accepted it without hesitation, when a very slight amount of investiga- tion would have satisfied him to the contrary. Still, his mistake was not without excuse. Dr. Sampson had told him that he saw Alick Wood and Carrie with him, and having personally satisfied himself that the first part of this assertion was well founded, he jumped rather hastily at the conclusion that its i-equel was equally so. In point of fact this was not the case. Mr. Clarence Woodville to use the florid-sound- ing name which our young adventurer had assumed —may be regarded from either point of view which seems best to those who take any interest in his fortunes. First, as he called himself the victim of circumstances in being forced by hard fortune to forego what good resolutions he had made to reform, or—and this is probably nearer the truth-as an unprincipled, selfish scoundrel, whose only objection to actual crime lay in the consequences that attach thereto. So far, indeed, as his nature would permit, he had at one time loved the girl who had trusted herself so entirely to him; but as he grew older the boyish affection faded, and he neglected, even ill- used her at times, till gradually they became more and more alienated. Not that ( arrie shared his feelings in this respect. From time immemorial women have borne, still bear, and will for ever bear such wrong, going on to the end in blind love and patient submission to their wrongers; and there was one all-powerful motive which for a long time prevented any absolute rupture between these two. On her side, all-enduring love on his, interest. He could not afford to openly quarrel with and leave her, for Carrie brought in no mean share to the common stock. In the earlier portion of this history it has been shown that Alick Wood pos- sessed a great liking for the theatre and accident, almost immediately on his arrival at the antipodes, afforded him an opportunity to indulge his youthful longings, and gratify the darling ambition that he had long cherished to become an actor. The means by which this result was brought about have no particular interest in themselves to warrant any such interruption as their telling would involve. Enough to say that it was only in a very humble capacity—as a super, indeed -that he made his first appearance on the boards. But actors were at a premium in Australia in those days. The company was limitedin number, and Alick Wood, sharp and intelligent, soon attracted the notice of the stage- manager Promoted to speak a few lines, he acquitted himself so well that he was regularly engaged, and soon blossomed into Clarence Wood- ville, leading-man at the very theatre where he had made his first appearance carrying a banner. But if his success was great, that achieved by Carrie was still more surprising and pronounced. A fair actor, and nothing more. Alick-or rather let us use the name he chose to adopt—clarence Woodville was utterly destitute of that divine fire" which can alone elevate a man above his fel- lows, and which from her very earliest appearance lifted Carrie at once into the highest ranks of tho profession she also had chosen. More on her ac- count, therefore, than his, engagements were eagerly pressed upon the two and almost at a bound they found themselves placed in a position far exceeding their expectations, in the possession of means amply sufficient for comfort, and even a moderate degree of luxury. But there are some nature*that are never content, and Clarence Woodville's was one of them. Ex- travagant in his habits, recklessly profuse when his personal gratification was concerned, the income which but a short time back he would have looked upon as absolute riches soon assumed less glittering proportions. He saw men on every side of him scattering gold in reclless profusion—successful squatters, luckv erold-digjcrs—and enviad theii command of the yellow dross, felt aggrieved that he could not launch out into like lavishness of ex- penditure, and fling money right and left as others did. By and by, indeed, he had a prospect before him in the shape of what reward he might extort from Leonard Grant as the price of the proofs that were necessary to establish his position, but while the grass grows," Ac., and meanwhile an unlooked-for chance opened a dazzling vision before the eyes of Mr. Clarence Woodville that promised him a future of luxury and ease without the trouble of working for these things. There was only one drawback to the' scheme, in that some degree of danger attached to it; but that seemed so slight—if the plan was only carried out carefully-that he determined to risk it. For all his profession of honesty, he was at heart a rogue, and, although he had a wholesome fear of conse- quences, was troubled with very few scruples as to what means he employed for making money so long as that end was attained, and in the present instance success seemed almost a matter of certainty. What was the scheme upon which he founded such hopes may be told in a verv few sentences. Unknown to Carrie, he had been for some time carrying on an intrigue with a girl who was half companion, half lady's maid to one Madame Despard. This lady died rather suddenly, and having led a very secluded life and cultivated no acquaintances, besides having no relations living, or likely to trouble themselves about her (the actual truth of her origin being that she was one of those earlier inhabitants of the colony who had arrived there at Government expense as a convict, and been assigned in service to M. Despard, a prosperous hotel-keeper, who was won by her handsome face and figure to make her his wife), there was nobody to interfere and prevent Laura Desmond from taking possession of her dead mis- tress's effects. There were not many, it appeared at first sight-much less, indeed, than was to be expected from the fact that M. Despard had cer- tainly died with the reputation of being one of the richest men in the colony, though his widow had lived in an almost miserly fashion. What had become of the old Frenchman's money, however, was soon disclosed to Clarence Woodville when he, in concert with her late companion, came to ransack the desk and read what letters had been left by Madame Despard. From these they learned that before his death M. Despard had invested a large sum in the purchase of an estate near his native city of Rouen that his widow had since regularly transmitted to an agent there the bulk of her income to be invested in French securities, all the vouchers for which were duly remitted to her and that she had left behind her, to say nothing of the chateau and grounds bought by her late husband, a fortune amounting to nearly two millions of francs! The two conspirators learned more than this. They learned that Madame Despard had, some twenty years before, in the first year of her mar riage, given birth to a child- a girl-who would now, it she had lived, been just about the age of Laura Desmond. That child had died, however, in infancy; but there were the certificates of its birth, baptism, and-burial. A brilliant idea occurred to Clarence Woodville. Could not the last be suppressed, and armed with the two former, with the knowledge they both bad of the whole subject and the deceased woman's history, Laura Desmond assume the identity of her who would, if she had lived, inherited so much wealth ?" And he found a willing coadjutor when he broached this idea to Laura Desmond. It was a daringly devised scheme, and prospered apparently without any fear of detection when, in pursuance of it, Clarence Woodville quitted Aus- tralia, leaving Carrie to her fate, and accompanied the impostor to France to prosecute her false claim. Prospered for a time, in spite of the fact that strong efforts were made to upset it by a certain M. Michel Despard, a cousin, who would have succeeded to the whole property but for the fraud that was being practised. And that it was a fraud M. Michel was abso- lutely convinced—though, to speak truth, he would have been equally so had it been otherwise—but the proofs adduced were so overwhelming, the case so entirely without a flaw, that though he was naturally averse to resigning without a struggle the riches he had so long regarded as prospectively his own, wisdom showed him the folly of contesting the claim, and induced him to welcome his new- found cousin with an affection of goodwill that by no means blinded that young lady to his real sentiments. But what he thought mattered little. A few more days and the matter would be finally decided in her favour, and then for a life of luxury and enjoyment, which Clarence Woodville had of course arranged to share, and the details of which they were discussing one morning at breakfast, when the door quietly opened and a woman entered the room so noisr.le8-ly that it was some minutes before its former occupants saw her. ) (To be continued.),

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