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RACHEL RAYMOND; OB, LOST AND FOUND. .1 I THE AUTHORESS 01' fiLL SIGHTS K £ l r tiVEC,] CHAPTER XXV. SHADOWS. fh 1 was astir when the party from e farm started out, arrayed in their finest clothes, w visit the circus. John Burt had placed his veto most emphatically agamst G-gorge's propoaal, that they should all go to first-clabs seats, and the young man was obliged give in. ",Xay, George," said old Burt, thou mus'nt be takIng on us there we should like cushioned seats and neighbours well enough, for the matter o' at, but what would the gentry say to our sitting oeside 'em ?' "Hang the gentry," said George, hotly. "We've a3 much right as they to sit where we like, so long &8 we pay our money." "Right hasn't got anything to do with it, my lad," answered John. There's more to be thought of than Th* biters. What would our neighbours think ? They'd call us stuck up, and say that the missus here was getting too fine lor her work or that I was an old fool, with more money than wit, and then some- body might tell me so to my face, and we should fall out. We must keep to our own place, friend George, lfewe want to escape envy in this world. We shall be ^ver so much more comfortable; and, if the little uns are a bit rpstless, why, it won't matter, when We're amongst our friends and neighbours. We shall see just as well as the gont efolk; and, if thou must spend thy money, why, well have a grand tea when we come home, and a walk in the strawberry gardens-" George was forced to assent, and they went forth to join the throngs of people who were all pressing forward to the bug" canvas structure which rose upon the village green but they found it was early yet, and that a procession was even then on its way round the village-so the little party strolled about, looking for a point of vantage from which to see the c ivalcade. Passing the rectory, the Hev. Mr. Styles saw and beckoned them within the gates. A high grass bank ran alongside of the wall, and the path at the top offered a capital platform from which they could look down upon the procession without being hustled by he crowd. The rector took an opportunity of speaking a few words to Janet, in a low tone, when no one was observing them. "I'm very glad to see that George and you are friendly together," he said. I tmrik he is cured," she answered, •' and I am most thankful for it. The only thing I regret is his leaving the place on my account." "Ah but it will be better for him, believe me. You are not to blame," said the clergyman. "Everything will come right in time; "nly strive to be guided aright, to do your duty, and peace and happiness may be yours yet Their conversation was interrupted at this point by the beating of drums and braying of trumpets which announced the approach of the cavalcade. Mr. Styles, despite his straight cut coat and starched necktie, looked on with as much amusement as the veriest child there. He was not one of those straight- laced pastors who look upon all amusements as alike sinful and demoralising, and had already made arrangements for his school-children to witness the afternoon performance. And now the glittering procession came close under their eyes, horses, camels, and gilded carriages, with wonderfully painted representations of their contents upon the panels, and the crowd shouted as they passed with almost childish enjoyment of the show. A low murmur of admiration burst from them as the most imposing part of the procession came in view. This was a huge elephant, obedient, as it seemed, to every whispered command of the turbaned Asiatic, who walked in all the pride of flowing muslin robes and spangled drawers, before the gigantic animal, whose enormous bulk was completely covered with scarlet trappings, embroidered with gold lace and sparkling gems, which, although the merest imita- tions in coloured glass, sparkled and shone in the rays of the sun with a brilliant splendour sufficient to deceive the unsophisticated beholders, who, with a very few exceptions, firmly believed in their genuine- ness and value. On the back of the elephant was piMCd a car, apparently of burnished silver, in which ? Sa^ in s°litary state, calmly surveying below 18 eeva P°st the crowd which seethed nws^nd'hi's s^lky^btack^fl0^ d^" aTc:r,ln'-P^r°ld-d with ^ld, set off his appear- eipht r» seemed to be about seven or an jFS though he might have been less, and appeared perfectly at home in his exalted position, Kissing his little hands from time to time towards the crowd, and bowing right and left with all the self-possession of a little prince. The rector's wife remarked the boy and pointed him out to her husband. Poor little fellow," she said, pityingly, •• what can his parpnts, if he has any, be about to let liirn lead cuch a life ? He ought to be at school, or play- ing in the fields with other children, not forced to earn his bread in such a fashion. I daresay he's as happy as a little king, for all that;' answered Mr. Styles. There doesn't seem to be anything forced in his smile: no professional make-up could simulate that. What do you think, Janet f he said, turning round to where she stood. But Janet's face was turned away from the gay pageant, and she was bending over the infant which she held in her arms. Don t you think the little fellow seems perfectly contented and happy?" he continued, wondering that the s'ene seemed to present so little attraction to her. Yes, sir; I suppose so." Mr. Styles actually started at the sound of her voice, it was fo thick and hoarse-so unlike her usually clear articulation. What is the matter ?" he asked. She turned her face towards him, and he saw that it was deadly pale, while she shivered as if with cold. Her asritatation was unnoticed by any of the others, however; they were all too busily engaged in watch- irlg- the prossess'on Are you ill ?" he continued, in alarm. Yes that is—no—not ill." What is it, then ? I'm sure that there is suille- thing wrong. Tell me." That boy," she murmured. Well—what of him ?" He reminds me so strangely of-of _It She could not finish the sentence for the emotion which seemed to rise in her throat and almost choke her utterance, and he spoke the words for her. Of your own child, do you mean ?" Yes." ms r«ctor laia ms nana upin ner shoulder; and Janet felt, in that simple touch, how much he sympathised with her. Do you think it is possib'e ? he began, in a whis- pered tone; but Janet stopped him with a gesture of almost affright. Don't! don't! she exclaimed, piteously. It cannot be—it cannot!" He could not say any thine more to her then, for the end of the cavalcade had passed by, and everybody was following: in its wake, to secure places in the canvas tent which formed the arena for the enter- tainment and Mr. Styles marshalled his scholars together, for he intended keeping them all beneath his eye. Meanwhile, George Lent, with the Burts "nei Janet -who had recovered her equ i It brium -mingled with the stream of people: and after a great deal of scrambling and pushing, thev reached the circus, at the door of which George laid down the money for the whole party, who soon found themselves in com- fortable seats near the sawdust circle. All speculation concerning the flying lady was quickly set at rest, for Mademoiselle was a horse- woman of nearly forty years of'age. who jumped with far more vigour than grace, and whose alighting on the horse's back was a thing to be heard as well as seen. Aa for Herr Petronowski himself, his wondwrtul barebacked performanfe on nine horses called forth loud murmurs of approbation fromthefsimple-minded rustics, for the animals ran in add out between hit legs as he shouted, "lloup la!" and whirling round the ring in such a cloud of steaming breath and fly- ing sawdust as left nothing to be desired in the matter of motion, which was rapid enough. But all the eager excitement culminated, however when the highly becurled gentleman in jack-boots exquisitely-fitting coat, with enormous frogs, who governed the ring, and was alternately the master of the clowns' antics, or a butt for their practical jokes, came forward and announced in magniloquent terms, the wonder of the universe, the infant prodigy, Herr Max Herzog would now appear in his daring act, as exhibited before all the crowned heads in Europe. "Asia, Africa, and a sad dos," said the clown in a stentorian voice. "Hi! hi' hi;" Now. then, sir, what do you mean P" asked the ring-master, cracking his whip at the jester. "AYbat part of the world is a sad dog, pray ?" Lor, mister, master, whtiti did you go to school ? Why, it's a hiland in the Hatalana Ocean." The Atlan-ti, you mean." Of course that's what I said." Well, but whereabouts in the Atlantic can you find an island called a sad dog, eh ?" and the long whip curled round the body of the riown. who writhed in simulated agony, to the intense delight of his audience, as be answered— W hy, opposite A-mcrry cur, of course. Yah here's the prodigy Now you shall see what you shall see." And so on, with the usual old jokes and worn-out puns, which never seem to lose their point with the delighted audience; and the band played up fast and toriouslv. as a e&ilr• carrarisonsd horse was led into tne ring, incited to rear ana kick Dy tne groom, wno held him by the head. Another moment, and in bounded the tiny boy who had been seated on the elephant, looking, as he stood making graceful little bows to the spectators, almost a baby. Then with a run and a spring, he gained the horse's back as it cantered past him, almost with- out the aid of the hand hold out. to assist him in making his ascent. The people watched him almost breathlessly as he went through the usual tricks but one there watched him with more than common interest, and Mr. Styles could see Janet's eyes gazing after the child with an agonised expression which tm.hed his h"art. Is it possible," bo thought to himself, that the child can be anything to her ? or is it merely the excited imagination that conjures up a likeness ?" Anyway, he resolved that he would make some enquiries as to who the boy was, and where his parents lived. As to the story of his being a German nobleman, the worthy minister was not so unskilled in the world's ways as to take that for the truth, and he resolved to find out something mere concerning him, if possible. Suddenly a bustle aroused him from the reverie into which he had fallen. What is the matter ?" lie asked a grntleman sit- ting behind him. Oh, some girl over there has fainted -that's all; the heat, I suppose, or th3 smell of that rancid oil." Looking at the place, Mr. Styles saw that it was Janet, who was being carried out by John Burt, assisted by young Lent. She had been watching the child with breathless interest, fascinated, in spite of herself, by his daring feats. Every look, every gesture of the boy seemed to recall a past which she had deemed buried for ever, and she longed to see the child nearer-to take him in her arms, and smother him with kisses, such as a mother presses on the lips of her first-born child. Presently there came a lull in the circling of the great horse round the arena, and the child sat breathless from his exertions, his eyes all aglow, and his hair in wild disorder, close to where Janet sat. She looked up at him, devouring him with her eyes, as it were; his hair had escaped from the spangled fillet which' contained it, and, as he sat resting, he turned it back-not with his hands, but with a half-defiant jerk of his shapely head, which leemed characteristic of him. This action, more than all that had gone before, seemed to speak to Janet's heart. rime, place, the crowded circus, the clown's jokes, the merry music, all were forgotten and she stood up in her place, murmuring some inarticulate words in brokon accents, and holding forth her outstretched arms. The child looked down at her with a half-amu sed, half-astonished expression on his face—nothing more. What was this woman-mad, he doubtlessly thought—to him ? "Houp la!" shouted the ring-master; and the boy bounded erect, still looking at Janet, however, and the full gaze of his large brown eyes was more than she could bear, and, gasping out a namp, which they did not catch, she sank back fainting in the seat as the child commenced his rapid circle once again. Mr. Styles soon ascertained that Janet had recovered, and the little excitement caused nothing more than a temporary stoppage in the entertainment. One of the men in the ring, a groom, had been more than ordinarily observant, however he had seen Janet, and marked her rising agitation, and it was with rather a puzzled face that he looked at her. He was close to her when she fell, and something teemed to strike h;m then all at once, and, forget- ting for a moment where he was, he exclaimed half aloud, Miss Amaranth-by the Lord!" George Lent heard the exclamation, and turned quickly round to look at the man, that he might know him again. It *as evident to the young man that this groom—for he was nothing more-had recognised Janet, or fancied he had in either case, George determined that he would seek him out after the performance. In the meantime, he had to assist in taking Janet, who was still insensible, outside the tent. Once in the fresh air, she recovered from her swoon in a very short time, and insisted on her companions going back. George was very loth to leave her there, but she was peremptory. I shall bo better soon." she said. It was only the beat that overcame me. Leave me to myself for a few minutes." She was so evidently in earnest in wishing them to go back, that they had no choice but to obey her, and returned to their places. leaving her resting on the grass, and thinking sadly of the past memories, which the face of the circui child had so strangely conjured up1 A rippling stream ran at her feet, and she bathed her feverish brow in its cool basin, while the sound of the water running over its pebbly bed chimed in oddly with the din from within the tent: but presently another sound struck upon her ear-it was a footstep; and a light touch upon her shoulder roused her from the train of thought she had fallen into. Miss Amaranth," said a voice in a low whisper, close to her ear. Ah! who is that!" she exclaimed, starting to her feet. It's me, Supini; you revnember Supini. I know you in a minute. Have you forgotten the Æolian and old Mother Foote?" Hush!" she said. How did you come here ?" I think I might ask you that," answered the man. It was the groom who had seen her in the circus. M Why everybody said as how you were drowned." "Yes, yes, drowned, that is it. I am Janet Burt here. Will you remember ? Nobody knows that other name." Well, I shan't be the one to split on you, if you don't want it known, you may be sure but I'm glad to see you again. But there's my wife would like to see you as well; won't you let me tell her ?" Your wife!" M Vab "I dr.n t Know wnat you mean r "Ah! I forgot; we were not married when you went away. It's Zillah, the yellow girl that used to dress you, that I'm spliced to." I remember: and you married her ?" Yes, and got as good a wife as any white woman would have made. And she rides, too, just as though she had been born to it. The gov nor has got her in the bills as Mademoiselle Leila, a rescded Eastern slave; she's more like one of them than a nigger. But it dont matter to us so long as he pays us, and he does that well." Hush don't stay here any longer now," said Janet, in affright. "The people are all coming out. Where can I find you ? I will see you to- morrow." He gave her the address at which he was lodging and went away. Janet was joined by her frien is almost immediately, and told there she was quite reo covered but George Lent was not at all satisfied— he was resolving in his own mind whether he should not defer his iourney, and find out the man whose ex- clamation had so puzzled him. There was another person very busy in his mind over the events of the night-Mr. Styles, who wondered what excuse he could make for paying a visit to the renowned Herr PetronowsM for, come what might, ho was determined to have an interriew with that gentler tan "n the very next day. CHAPTER XXVL HÍDE AND SEEK, Herh Petbokowsai always made a point of putting up at the very best hotels in the towns he visited on his professional tours, as a matter of business, he said, for it vas always well to give the public an impression that he was a man of mark. and at the same time to secure for himself as large a Share of the good things of this world as he could conveniently attain. On this occasion, the Bells, at Alnwick, was honoured with the presence of the renowned Herr, who was sitting at breakfast on the morning after the performance with a self-satisfied smile upon his countenance, as he alternated the proceeding of swallowing enormous rounds of well-buttered toast and potted bloater by glancing over the accounts of the preceding night's receipts, which, judging from his contented appearance, must have been consider- able. "Well, what is it?" be asked abruptly of the superannuated domestic who did service at the Bells as butler, boots, chambermaid, and waiter all in one. The parson wants to see thee." M The parson! Oh show him up." And the man left the room, while Herr Petro- nowski read the name upon the card which he had brought up. The Rev. Barton Styles. Now, what can he want with me, I wonder ? It can't be to pay for the school children. I got the money for them yesterday. Per- haps he wants a subscription. Ah, that's about it- organ very much out of repair, or else they are going to restore the chancel. Well, I suppose I must bleed." It must not be supposed that the Herr's inward resolution was prompted by any deeper feeling than self-interest; liberality, pure and simple, was a stranger to his bosom, and the veriest wretch who crawled by the wayside mitrht have died from starva- tion in the road before Herr Petrownowski would have relieved him; but he was a shrewd man, and knew the value of a good name he never gave awav anything without a certain knowlpdge of its being recorded, and had gained for himself, by such means, a reputation for benevolence to which he was certainly not entitled. However, on this occasion, he was doomed to be very agreeably disappointed; the mild, gentlemanly- <K-nID^' made no demand upon his purse, nei er did he come with a long homily on the sin- fulness of all worldly pursuits, and horse-riding in par"lcular, but greeted the manager with courtesy, and an apology for his intrusion on him. «r wl T you were at breakfast," he s+id I would have deferred my visit to a law time: but I am used to such early hours myself that I don't make aUowance for people whose avocations preveut them retiring to rest as soon as we do." "Don't mention it, sir," answered the Herr "Perhaps you'll take a cup of ooffeellVlth me ?" "I have come," he commented, "to ask you for some information respecting that boy you have in the circus." II Wbatr-Max Herzog P" Yes, if that is his name." Berr Pefcronpwskj drew a. Iocs breitb before ( anrrsred. I ^k/,t.hat.1 sent the little heggar out with the fFa^_ delivering," he thought. There's something in the wind." 8 | But he did not tell his thoughts to Mr. Styles • on the contrary, he seemed to take his remark as a good joke, and answered: joke, and answered: Well, as for names, sir, Max is a better-sounding one than Kit, any day of the week, particularly on a r^J'^rr,if 1 can S've you any information js » I, though I really don't know what your object Herr Tetronowski spoke with a frankness of manner which completely deceived the listener; but the wily manager had no intention of giving up the boy, if, as he imagined, Mr. Styles wanted to claim him. Indeed, the Herr had already planned in his mind a scheme by which to throw his visitor off the scent. Mr. Styles scarcely knew how to set about his self- imposed task, and made rather a poor business of the commencement. The truth of the matter is this," he said. Your apprentice-for such, I am told, the boy I refer is in your establishment." Herr Petronowski bowed an assent, and the rector -to WQUb yJLl "As I was saying, he reminded one of my parishioners so forcibly of a. child of her own whom she lost some years back, that she fainted at the sight of him." Ah, I remember the circumstance; it was during his act." ° > Yes. Now to come to the 'point—I want to ask you where you got the lad, and whether he is really a German ?" II Whether he is really a German ?" repeated the Herr, with an amused smile. Exactly," sai 1 Mr. Styles. Because if he is why of course-" He can't be the one you are looking for—is that what you mean, sir ?" Precisely." Ha, ha Well, you know, I might tell you that he is; in which case-" I should hardly believe you," Mr. Styles broke in, rather bluntly. I daresay not," returned the manager. But look here, sir, you want to know rather too much; there are secrets in our profession that don't do to be blabbed about." I daresay; but do you object to tell me what you know about this boy ?" Not exactly, Mr. Styles. I have no reason to hide anything, excepting as one of the tricks of our trade, always supposing that you'll promise me not to speak outside You see the people take a deal more interest in foreigners than they do in their own country- men, particularly when there's a romantic story tacked to them; and I've made a good bit of money by the boy through this German story—he wouldn't draw half as well if the story was blown." He looked at the clergyman with as frank an ex- pression as he could summon, and saw that his words had taken effect. I will promise that anything you tell me, save as it points to confirm my suspicions, shall be held sacred." And you won't even mention it to your wife air ?" "My wife!" Yes you see that women are the very devil-I beg your pardon-I mean that they can never hold their tongnes." "Very well, you may depend upon me. I will not mention it even to her. I would not enquire without good grounds, believe me." I daresay not, sir; but you must be wrong in this instance." You speak positively." I speak what I know, sir. He can't be anybody's lost child for he's just an English lad, bom and bred in this very circus. His father and mother are with me now-have been for years; and he's no more a count or a German than either of us." But his complexion-his hair ?" M Both of 'em made up, sir." Made up!" 11 Yes one's a wig, and the other walnut juice. But, perhaps, you'd like to see him ? If bo, I'll either send him to your house, or you can see him here; which- ever you like best." Mr. Styles thought he would like to see him. What is his real name ?" he asked. Martin King." And his father?" Is the favourite Chaucerian clown. His mother is in the profession too, though getting rather heavy and lumpish for her business. You must have seen her last night. Mad He. Surlini, she's called in the bills, though her real name is Polly Martin." Mr. Styles thought of the common-looking woman he had seen as Madlle. Surlini, and the handsome, dark-haired boy, so totally unlike her, and was puzzled; but he made no remark. I would like to see those people," he said. if you have no objection." Objection sir Of course not. I will send for them at once or, if you would prefer it, or fancy that everything isn't above board, perhaps they had better call on you at ycur house." He spoke in rather an injured tone of voice, and Mr. Styles felt almost ashamed of his suspicions. I didn't mean—" he be,an. Oh! don't mention it, sir I know that people of my calling ain't thought to oe over and above honest or particular and perhaps it's very wrong of me to call my3elf Herr Petronowski, when my real nam? is James Peters but if I were to put that in the bills I might as well shut up shop. However, never mind, air the devil ain't as black as he's painted, and they than come and see you when you like." "VeryweU," answered Mr. Styles "lam goint home, and shall be there all day, if they wont mind being at the trouble." 61 Mind, sir! of course not; they'll feel honoured. IT send 'em at once." Thank you." There was nothing more to be said, and Mr. Styles went on his way, with the uncomfortable feeling upon him that he had been, perhaps, unnecessarily sue. picous, and at the same time, a further suspiaion of be- ing mystified, suuh as comes to us all sometimes, with. out any apparent reason. He gave directions for the admission of his expected visitors when they arrived, and shut himself up in his study to await their advent, thereby rousing Mrs. Styles's curiosity to a greater degree than she had felt for many a long day. They came in about an hour—a hard-featured, cleanly-shaved, melancholy-looking man, who appeared as though hard work, and plenty of it, had been his continual lot in life; and Mr. Styles could hardly realise that this was the being he had seen in motley garb and striped stockings, sending a large audience into peals of merry laughter with his quaint conceits and droll capers. Servant, sir," he said. I've brought the missus and the boy." The missus," as he called her. was a decently dresaed woman, well described by Herr Petronowski's epithet of "lumpish," and was as unlike, in her sober everyday dress, albeit with some attempt at finery, the lady of the atrial flight, or the scarlet- habited Amazon of the ring he had seen yesterday. A boy was with them, a flaxen-haired, rather pretty-faced urchin, about Hght or nine years old, having the remarkable peculiarity of brown eyes with his fair complexion his hair was cropped close to his head, which caused his ears to stand out in a very comical fashion, and the rector stared at him with undisguised astonishment, hardly knowing how to address these curious people, who were as Strange to him as South Sea Islanders might have been. The man saw the dilemma he was in, and relieved him from it. The guv'nor told as how vou wanted to see us, sir," he said civilly enough. that you are curious about this youngster." I confess I am." Ah. There is a great many people the same, sir, that are not up to the dodges of our purfession. Lor' bless you, sir, a business like our's couldn't bA carried on without a little dodging and puffery just to draw the people." Thejwords ran off his tongue very glibly. Anyone more used to the ways of the world than Mr. Styles was might have noticed it; but he attributed the fact to the man's calling, and took no heed. I suppose you are right." Of course, sir. You see I'm Herr Otto in the bills, while my missus is Madlle Surtini; and as for the youngster, nobody ever thinks of calling him by his proper name; he's known all over the profession as Herr Max Herzog, the Infant Prodigy, though he's growing a' most too big to be called a infant any longer." "And so this is the little fellow I saw perform yesterday afternoon ?" Of course he are, sir-that is, if you were at the circus. An active little chap he is, tro, and willing; and there is no humbug about his performance, if there is about his name. I dare say we should jump and tumble just as well under our own names, but the public wants gammon, and, what's more they will have it; so we gives it 'em, hot and strong, all in the way of business." Mr. Styles smiled, and the clown's missus put in a word. You see, sir," she said, our boy really was born in Germany, at Prague, where we were then with Nonis's people. A nasty, savage place, it is, too; I know I was very glad to get away from it." And yet I can hardly believe my own eyes," the clergyman said. This child seems so very different, he looks to be a taller and bigger boy altogether than the one I mean. And he drew the boy to him, looking earnestly in his face. "Ah 1 I daresay he does, sir." said the woman. But he looks a great deal less in the ring. As for the colour and all that, it's nothing but; make-up. I See, this is the wig he wears at night, and we colour his face dark, but it washes off after the per- formance." She produced a wig from the basket she held on her arm as she spoke, a long flowing wig, and placed it on the boy's head. "There, sir," she added triumphantly; and Mr. Styles could hardly recognise the boy, the metamor- phose was so complete. U Well, my little man, "aaid the clergyman, aren't you afraid of breaking your neck sometimes when you get on the top of those big horses ?" Tho boy looked at his father, who hastily answered for him. « Bless you, no, sir," be aaid. He was brought up to It too ewly^t <*««<»* like second natIu" to him ,!LOW." And yet he seems very aby, P" "Yes, sir; never can get him to speak a word before strangers, except when he's in the ring. he's cheeky enough then." rr ^J1"- styles felt there was nothing more to be said. He had evidently been mistaken, and he told them so, apologising for his curiosity. Oh, it's no trouble, sir," said theiran; I assure you. The rector insisted upon their having some re- freshment before they went, and slipped a trifling present into the child's hand and afrer a time they departed, leaving their host fullv satiBp.ed that Janet must have been mistaken. Whether it was so or not, Mr. Styles had certainly been as egregiously hoaxed as ever man was by the cunning proprietor of the European Hippodrome, who had no idea of letting one of the chief attractions of his entertainment slip through his fingers. The real Max Herzog was at that moment driving round the country with an agent in advance, distributing bills, and was no more like the boy who had been shown to Mr. Styles under his name than light is like to dark- ness. After they had gone, the rector reflected more upon the circumstances, till he began to feel that even yet he was not satisfied, and determined that he would visit the circus again, and have another look at the Infant Prodigy." Meanwhile the clown and his wife had returned to their employer, and told the story of their visit, and Herr Petronowski kept a sharp look out for the advent of his agent and the boy. They came at last, and the Herr hurried out to meet them. Bidding the boy to go upstairs into his room, the manager drew his agent on one side. I hope you didn't drive back through the town," he said. No, guv'nor. Why T "J.' 8 ? very bad job. There's some suspicion afoot* Jenkins." Suspicion!" Yes." What about ?" brat. I wish we could take him out of the bill to-night." H'm It wouldn't do." "No. The people would be wanting their money back, or pulling the place down." But what is the row, guv'nor ?'' Why, the parson's been here questioning me about him. I told him the usual yarn, of course, and sent King and his wife with their kid to see him They tell me that he took it all in as innocent as a lamb; but I wish we were well out of the town." They were in Herr Petronowski's chamber by this time, and poor Max Herzog was safely stowed away in the bedroom. "And don't you get showing your nose at the window, said the manager, "or I'll thrash vou within an inch of your life." The poor child knew this was no idle threat, for he had often felt the weight of his master's iron hand, and was careful to obey him. Whose kid is that. guv'nor," asked Jenkins as the Herr returned to his sitting-room. You seem to be mighty careful of him." He's not mine, and that's all I am going to tell you of him," was the short reply. The guv'nor's a close chap," muttered his agent, as he left the room, but I'll get at the secret some- how, and if there's anything to be made out of it I'll have a share, or my name's not Jenkins." (To be continued.)

!ALLIGATOR HUNTING.

A TORPEDO-BOAT LOST.

GOSSIP ON DRESS.

ELECTION AT GORTON.

INFANTS' SETTLEMENTS.

AGRICULTURAL ITEMS.

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