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[PUBLISHED BY SPECIAL ARRANGEMENT.] THE GIRLS OF THE HOUSE, By F. FRANKFORT MOORE. j Author of "A Whirlwind Harvest," '.1 Forbid the Banns," ) &c., &c. [COPYEIGHT.] SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS. I Cii-A.r.i.i.Ro 1. to III.—Colonel Selwood, a Bim oi ancient lineage, but not of extensive means, pay;, a visit to a financier with whom he has had dealings, Mr. Meilor, and asks him for the return of some Rockingham shares he had placed in his keeping some twelve months before un the understanding that they should be given up to him \vilen tllC money advanced, £:20û, should be repaid. Meilor, after some circumlo- cution, declines to give up the shares, saying that they were sold to him at a fair price. Selwood, who has brought with him a cheque for the amount advanced, kicks his chair from under him and leaves the house. CHAPTERS IV. & Y.-Colonel Selwood breaks the news ot his fruitless visit to Melior to his daughters. Muriel and Joan, and speaks of the nin hich stares him in the face. They resolve that Selwood, their house, will have to be sold. A big mongrel dog, listening to the talk, knows that something is wrong, and whining, looks up inquiringly into Muriel's face. "No, no, Jimmy; you are not going to be sold, only Selwood," says the giri, and the next moment both are sobbing in their father's arms. CHAPTER VI. I ihe next aay confirmed the opinion which the I gir.a had formed in regard to their position. The family lawyer paid an official visit to Selwood, and took quite an amount of trouble explaining to the colonel and his daughters how it was that they were in so great straits. He took unneces- sary pains over the details—they would ail have accepted his word for the worst. When a com- petent physician has assured you that you cannot ave over ale w&?k he does not strengthen his position by referring in detail to the disorders whicn are to b- held accountable for the result wnch he predicts. The property had been en- cumbered for years. i'rom some reason that no one had been ab;e to solve, the greater part of tfie estate was far from being fertile. Of course, the owners of the soil had never lacked sufficient imagination to enable them to lay the blame of the unproductiveness on the husbandman. It was impossiole that the land of a certain group of farms could be miserable while that of the out- lying farms wo; excellent, the owners were ready to affirm when the husbandmen made their com- plaints and suggestions of a reduction in the rental. They had an opportunity of offering this argu- ment to a large number of tenants, for few far- mers had sufficient capital to allow of their holding on to their tenancies. And then came the years of terrible agricultural depression, when the two principal farms were without tenants, and Colonel be 1 wood came to the determination to work his own iand. Ths experiment extended over five years, and the result took the shape of a very formidable balance on the wrong side of the account in the head bailiff s bcok, aad at last the owner was convinced there, was something in the soil that would net be reasoned out of it. The insusceptibility to argument of the big farms meant an amazing reduction in the income of the estate, and Colonel Selwood began to wish that his ancestors had wavered for a generation or so in their determination to make their place the finest in the county. Alas! they had never falteied. The place was the most expensive in the county. The twenty-five gardeners who found constant employment in the Italian garden, the Butch garden, the old English garden, the orchid houses, the orangeries—there was half a mile of orangeries—the vineries, and the peach houses were far too few to do all that should be done well. And then the woodmen—the rabbiters, the poiemen—no one knew what the duties of a pole- man were beyond receiving his twenty-five shillings a week—and the harbourers—the duties of the harboufers were as indefinite as the well- defined functions of an archdeacon; philologists were even divided on the question as to whether or not their name was an aspirated form of ar- bourers—the whole army of these dependents had to be paid, with about a dozen staff officers in the iorm of game-keepers, river-keepers, and gate- lodge keepers. iheso were among the ultra-menials; and the menials—the indoor servants-were nearly as numerous; for it is impossible to keep up a house with a history unless by the aid of carpenters and plasterers, and tilers and handy-men. These were the men who maintained the material part of a historic house; and the traditional part was main- tained by the butler, the footmen, the house- keeper, the cook and a. staff of fifteen or twenty in the servants' hall. And then there were the horses. The burden of the whole was greater than any one man could bear unless he had been bom to a brewery or to a eoihery or perhaps a ship-building yard. Th-a family lawyer admitted as much, at the same time adding a few graceful words in ac- knowledgment of the brave fight made by the person who was unfortunate enough to have in- herited the most splendid place in the county, and tho further encumbrance of the most splendid family traditions. Colonel Selwood had made a capital figlit of it, the lawyer said, and he felt that it was rather handsome on his part to go so far; but all tne same the fight was over. The place could not. be kept up. The mortgages of those Selwoods who had been bitten with the tar- antula of building during the previous century- the Selwoods who had added a wing to the man- sion and had brought from Italy the stones with which the classical portico was built-the Selwoods who had spent forty thousand pounds on the orangeries, designed by Chambers—and who had all the time been laying up an inheritance of gout for their descendants by their hard drinking in sympathy with the traditions of the eighteenth century—the mortgages of these merry fellows, who gambled away their farms and wrote such excellent letters—who were painted by Reynolds and Gainsborough and Opie and Hopper and Lawrence, to mingle with the immortals done by Lely and Kneller and to hang on the walls of the grand old house for the confusion of their descendants—the mortgages of these Selwoods were too much for those Selwoods who had to face the competition of all the world in the mat- ter of wheat. "There's nothing for it, I grieve to say," said the lawyer, when he had bewildered his three auditors with portentous figures, and had still further bewildered them by his explanation of j what those figures meant-by his reading of un- I bowdlerised passages from some of thK. leases, which sounded very shocking to girls who had not mastered the technicalities of lawyer's English—"there is nothing for it, as you have seen, but to get nd of the place. Luckily the greater part of it may be sold." "It mustn't be sold," said one of the girls, resolutely—so resolutely as to startle the lawyer out of his wits. "No, it. mustn't be sold," said the other. "Only let. "That's my notion too," said Colonel Selwood. He vaguely remembered just at that moment tho 0-d rhyme that he had heard in the nursery about selling the place. It was something prophetic, with the accents laid on the first syllables; every genuine traditional prophetic doggerel must have tho accents laid on the first syllables. "Should a Selwood Selwood sell S^ elwood rings his own death knell." The lines jingled through the air and returned to him with the jingle of the tin sword on the nursery floor. They had not come into his mind for forty years; he did not believe that either of his daughters had ever heard them-but both of them had-and now the lilt of them had a queer Ij effect upon him. He was not in the least super- stitious, though he always took off his hat to a magpie when he was sure no one was looking, and felt uneasy for the rest of the day when he could not do so by reason of his having a com- panion who might put a false construction upon iho act. He was not in the least superstitious, but he said firmly: — "The place mustn t be so id. You must get us a tenant for it, Vickers." "Yes, a really good tenant-who will keep it up as it has been kept up, and pay us a good round sum for the privilege, said Joan. ^e%: not necessarily a brewer," said Muriel. Mr. Vickers, the lawyer, not being a married man, had no "notion that young women could be so masterful. This pair rather overwhelmed him, in spIte of his confidence that he had made himself thoroughly intelligible to them. He shook his head gravely. "A tenant," said Joan in response. "Oh yes a good tenant. Her father became frightened. He knew that Mr. Vickers knew all; people are usually reticent in the presence of those who know all. "Come, now, Mr. Vickers," said Muriel, "we'll give you a week-this is Friday—say, till Monday week; by that time we hope that you will have seen your way to entran a really good tenant. We wouldn't make any rigid enquiries as to his family or his antiquity. What about America? America is a new country—comparatively; there's an unbroken field for the exercise of your in- genuity. "My dear young lady, there are difficulties-" began Mr. Vickers, indulgently deprecatory. He expected to be interrupted by one of those mas- terful young women and was quite put out when neither of them spoke. "Difficulties," he re- peated m a mm, aggressive key. "Dimculties— obetaeles. ?-<?'- Colonel, it's not everyone forty odd  ?°?*? hSSL? a mansion with I forty odd bedroo Md historic  "No;, but ot, someone who does. WWhnaJt about South Africa?" said Muri,4. Colonel Selwood once again was led to wish that he had got his daughters to invest his money for him. He was plainly the fool of the family. Mr. Vickers became very thoughtful. He made certain mystio passes with his hands and occa- sionally touched his teeth with the feather end of his pen. He seemed trying to reason himself out of an untenable theory. "True, there are instances," he remarked aloud } after a considerable lapse. "Y ou have mentioned j the name of America, Miss Selwood. America is undoubtedly a large and rapidly growing com- munity. Some of the best English families are American, if I ma.y be permitted to say so. Those cadet branches which emigrated to the early plan- tations have thriven in America while the original J. -e died cut iI4 England. But, at wurss, in the United States the 'nouveaux riches' arc almost as plentiful as in this country. I have heard of Chicago. Ah, if we could only find some- one in Chicago anxious for an English home. I have been told that so strong is the English feel- ing in the States, it is thought the right thing for one to have a villa in England as well as up the Hudson and at Saratoga." "Find that man for us, Mr. Vickers," said Joan. "We have a commodious villa to be let; with a few enlargements and improvements this little place of ours might do for an American in a small way for a year or two until something really worthy of him turned up." "Y ou can tell him frankly that it is on the bijou j side. I would not try to get the better even of a person from Chicago," said Muriel. "After all we need not go out of England to find English spirit," said Mr. Vickers. "We have still tobacco, and bacon, and perhaps butter; but I'm not so sure about butter. A brewery is obvious; whisky is not what it used to be, and coals are on a level with iron. Spinning—a newspaper-yes, money is to be made at both of these, but. you must spin rubbish and your newspaper must be for the million. We have spent two hundred million on what we call education, and the result is that "Tit-Bits" pays ten per cent.—or is it twenty?" "We don't want education; we want a tenant," said Joan. "I am talking of the fields," said Mr. Vickers. "We must consider the fields still open to us in I our search." "There are gold fields and diamond fields," suggested Muriel. "There is one man in South Africa, but he is, I regret to say, modest," said the lawyer. "That's bad for us; we don't want a modest tenant; we want a man who cannot live unless he has sixty servants dependant on him," said Joan. "Still, a man who wants to run the British Empire might undertake Selwood by way of prac- tice," said Muriel. "The man is not available just now," said the lawyer. "He is waiting for England to declare war against the man who stood in his way." "Yes, in his way to Cairo by a new route." said Joan. "T know that that man thinks of himself as the hub of the fly wheels of the mills of God." "Are we not drifting?" suggested Colonel Sel- wood, gently. He had listened to all the ifiaster- ful talk of his daughters in admiration for some time; but after all, he was the owner of Selwood; he was entitled to have a voice in the question of its future. "Are we not drifting?" he asked mildly, and everyone looked at him. "I don't see why we need depart from the abstract considera- tion of a tenant for Selwood. It seems—well, premature, to talk about individuals at the present stage." "Our father is quite right," said Muriel. "We are idiotic to think of individuals just yet; it will be time enough to discuss them when we have their photographs in a row before us." "I am sure that, as usual, our interests are quite saf e in Mr. Vickers's hands," said Joan. Mr. Vickers just prevented himself from bow- ing—he barely did it; it was a narrow thing. He allowed himself to smile; his smile had a nisi prius twist about it; it was strictly uncompromising; it did not bind him down to any ultimate view of the mutter. "I shall certainly do my best," said he. "I daresay it may be done-not immediately, of course. Selwood is not a suburban cottage." "You could build a full-sized suburb out of the stones of Selwood," said the owner. "What a pity they didn't do it," said Joan. "For heaven's sakecried Mr. Vickers in startled protest, and with an appropriate action of uplifted hands. This young woman was going too far, he clearly thought. The firm of Vickers had been associated with the Selwood family for a century and a half. The great-grandfather of the existing representative of the firm was the man who had negotiated the mortgages for the claret- drinking, faro-playing great-grandfather of the ex- ist, tig representative of the family. (He wrote such beautiful letters!) The honour of Selwood was very dear to Mr. Vickers. He did not like to hear it treated with levity. The Vickers's were most competent lawyers, people said. The most competent lawyers are those who are known to make a handsome com- potency out of their clients. The Messieurs Vickers knew that so long as they upheld the House of Selwood, the House of Selwood would uphold them. "Then that's settled," said the colonel, quite l cheerfully. "I suppose, dear father, that you and Mr. Vickers will settle how much you are to pay an- nuallv to the tenant—when he is found," said Muriel. "How much he is to pay me, you mean," said her father. "Well, as to that" "No; I meant just what I said," replied the girl. "We all know that it is the keeping up of the place that is ruinous. It would pay you quite well to give anyone a thousand a year towards the keeping up of the place." Colonel Selwood was silent. He was quite well aware of the truth of what his daughter said. "If we succeed in getting a satisfactory tenant, Miss Joan," said the lawyer, "I tli nk that we shall not be called on to make such a contribution as you suggest—not without some reason, I ad- mit to be equitable." "The more nearly a tenant approaches to your views, the more satisfactory he will be, Mr. Vickers," said Joan. "Still •" "Good heavens!" cried Colonel Selwood, "are we not only to let the place, but to pay a tenant for living in the house? Well, I hope it hasn't come to that yet." "I hope not," said Joan. "Btit-" "Oh, but me no buts," cried he, in the style of his eighteenth century ancestors who negotiated tho mortgages and wrote those interesting letters. "If we cannot get a tenant who wili be willing to pay us a price for the place it must remain on our hands. That's the last word that need be said on the subject." "We are in the hands of Mr. Vickers," said Muriel, in the tone of the consoling clergyman who, when he has come to the end of his ethical resources, says a few courteous words about Providence. "Of course you will stay to dinner, Mr. Vickers. We have not yet parted with Mrs. Harvey, and her genius is as brilliant as ever. We have always a good dinner, but we shall have an especial one to-night, if you remain, and Joan will sing for you afterwards." "I'll sing you Songs of Araby, Mr. Vickers, and papa will tell yo" his stories of the other Arabi whom he so cruelly crushed at Tel-el-Kebir. Can you resist such allurements?" cried Joan. She knew that Mr. Vickers felt inclined to ask why the singing should be dragged into the mat- ter the allurements of Mrs. Harvey's cooking were quite enough for him. He confessed as much by the emphasis which he laid on the charm of Joan's singing, and his reference to the existing inanities of the lyric stage. There was, however, a look in his eyes which he could not conceal while he made a few airy remarks on the subject of Mrs. Harvey's cookery-a. glow of sincerity which both the girls appreciated. He thought it necessary to say at considerable length how charming was Miss Joan's vocalism; people write columns about a picture that is bought under the terms of the Chantrey Bequest. But a very few words were sufficient for Mrs. Harvey; people do not enter into the details of the Madonna dei Ansedei. He was delighted to stay to dinner. I CHAPTER VII. It was a week later that the two girls called upon Mr. Vickers at his office in Lincoln's Inn Fields. They had made an excuse to pay a visit of a few days to an aunt whose name was Lady Humber-the widow of an insignificant General who had worked all his life to be made the Governor of Calapash Island and had died through surprise at his success. She had a. tiny house in a locality that only missed by a hair's breadth being regarded as fashionable. As a matter of fact there were thousands of moderately well-informed people in London who honestly believed that the locality was fashionable, and the house agents strained every nerve to per- petuate the fiction. The house was too tiny to admit of a larger dog than a Japanese spaniel or a Pomeranian being the companion of Lady Humber. But she had one specimen of each of these animals, and she chose them of, the darkest colour available, so as to minimise their size. Joan made up a story about the ceiling of the dining-room being so low that it was impossible to have anything but soles for dinner, and that so soon as a kitten grew to be a cat it was banished from the house. She herself acquired a stoop after a week's visit to her aunt, she affirmed; and it remained with her for days afterwards. But then Joan was nearly as tall as her father-and he was one inch over six feet; and the dining-room ceiling at Selwood was thirty ieet hIgh. Mr. Vickers was surprised by the two young women, whose names had been sent up to him by the elderly clerk who had never told a lie. (He would have found himself greatly out of place in most offices). He felt that they had come to make some revelation to him, and he had no means of neutralising its effect by previous enquiries. But he was pleased to see them, and recovered himself sufficiently to be able to ask if their father was well. Muriel reassured him on this point and then the girls heliographed to one another. After a decently disjunctive pause, Murial said Mr. Vickers, we have come to you without our father's knowledge. But you won't mind that, I am sure." Mr. Vickers did not commit himself to any opinion on this point. He looked from one girl to the other, and the tip of his pen on the edge of his desk plainly said in the vernacular: That is as may be." We thought it better to come to you to ask you to tell us just how we stand," continued Muriel. j I fear that you haven't much hope of his being able to let Selwood." One can never tell," said he. "There may be someone—people get rich very quickly now-a- days and then-then 11 "Then there are always fools, you would say, Mr. Vickers. I see plainly that you place all your hopes upon the fools," said Joan. I don't say that you are wrong," she added in a con- ciliatory way. What we are most anxious to know is what have we got to live on if Melwood reaming unlef" said Muriel, coming to the point with a sudden- ness that startled Mr. Vickers. They were cer- tainly masterful girls. There was certBjnly no danger of hIs startling them in the same way. He made faces. He raised hIS eyebrows until his forehead was wrinkled laterally, then he lowered them until the I wrmkles were perpendicular. My Miss Selwood," he said at last,  ? these httle matters can always be made easy in { the case of £ great house and a great-a once great property. The present income of the estate is suiffcient—at least very nearly sufficient II to pay the interest on the mortgages and to main- tain the place. Happily ycuv brother is not extravagant. He is greatly interested in his work. Should war break out, and I fear that nothing can avert that calamity, he will be on the spot." That's quite true, indeed," said Joan. "Then we can pull through for a year or two, by the aid cf judicious borrowing, Mr. Vickers?" "Without tho least difficulty; trust to me to lock after that," said the lawyer. We do trust to you implicitly, Mr. Vickers," cried Joan. We did not like to worry our father. We knew that you would tell us all we wanted to know. You have made our minds quite easy. We know now that we can live for some years if we can only borrow enough money for the purpose." You have quite reassured us, Mr. Vickers," said Muriel. Mr. Vickers said how pleased he felt, and he hoped that Lady Humber was well, and added that he had already approached some of the most influential agents on the question of letting Selwood. The agents took this view of the matter; they were by no means despondent. No one who has any confidence in the supply of fools—and I suppose that people who succeed in letting big properties have a largo experience in that way-cati be wholly despondent in such matters," said Joan, and Mr. Vickers looked at her narrowly. He wondered if she added satire to her other resources of masterfulness. I thought as much," said Muriel when she was by her sister's side in Lady Humber's brougham. We were not mistaken. We are something more than beggars." And the more we borrow now the more we shall have to pay some day," said Joan, who was but imperfectly acquainted with the ethics of borrowing. And the worst of it is that it will all fall on shall have to pay some day," said Joan, who was their only brother, e-,suba"tern of Gunners moving about from one station to another in the Colony of Natal. "Yes, that's the worst of it," acquiesced Joan. We are only girls. What right have we to go on spending his money?" That was the question which these two nine- teenth century girls put to themselves; feeling that it was susceptible of one answer only. The reflection that they were eating and drinking and dressing at the expense of their brother was terrible to them. They felt that they had no rights as daughters of the house of Selwood- that they had scarcely a right to sleep in two of the forty odd bedrooms at Selwood. Only by reducing themselves in thought to the level of caretakers could they reconcile themselves to the position which they occupied. Let the severest censors say wItat they pleased, the liou-e must have caretakers, to prevent its falling into ruin and they knew that they discharged the duties of caretakers as well and as economically as tho cheapest of housekeepers. They were hard on neither the coals nor the candles. It was a sincere satisfaction to Muriel, on their return to Selwood. after a week of thoughtful depression in London, to read her book by the sullen flicker of the log in the grate, in order to save the expense of a lamp, and for Joan to blow out one of the two candles that had been lighted when she was going to play on her piano. This was real saving, each of them felt, and on moon- light nights they went to bed without the aid of any artificial illuminant, when they had sent away their maid (JS40 a year and perquisites) to her own room. The maid read French novels in bed every night by the assistance of a couple of candles. Colonel Selwood now and again became aware of those acts of genuine economy and was greatly annoyed at them, refusing to accept the false- hoods, however plausible, which they invented to ] account for the things that he saw. Any cheese- paring was irritating to him, and ho could only restore his wounded amour propre by spending money upon something that was quite un- necessary. Then the girls looked at each other sadly. It was so like a man, they said, to recent a laudablo saving. And then they began to plot things together, and to order things from the tradesmen by post- card instead of by letter. They exhorted each other to be firm. We have set our hands to the plough, dear," said Muriel. No matter what happens we shall not look back." Never, never," Jean responded firmly. "We may only be girls, but we are no longer children. Our lives are our own. We shall do what we know to be right, for the poor boy's sake." They felt almost as happy as martyrs. Still when one of them read in the household column of a ladies paper that excellent oyster sauce could be made out of tinned oysters, the aggregate boldness of the two was not sufficient to carry either of them into the presence of the house- keeper to make the suggestion that in future the cuisine of Selwood should be conducted on a soldered can system. Their courage had its limitations. And then one morning Muriel got a letter which was signed "Chris," and she announced to her father and her sister that Chris Foxcroft was corning down for a Saturday to Monday visit to tho Rectory, and hoped he might drop in for lunch at Selwood on Sunday. "I sliall be glad of a chat with him about this war business," said Colonel Selwood. I fear that the Government are going to bungle the matter, as usual." I At that time President Kruger had not sent his ultimatum to her Majesty's Government- that document which turned out to be the last articulate expression of his Republic. Chris says something about the likelihood of war," said Muriel, glancing down the letter. I.Yez, he says its all settled, and we are going to send fifry thousand men to knock the tall hat of Mr. Kruger into the Tugela." "Fifty thousand men," growled Colonel Sel- wood. What do they want with fifty thousand men? Smeaton is in luck. His battery is certain to be sent to the front. They'll need every available gun if they are to hold their own in Natal. I shouldn't wonder 'if those Trans- vaalers had some comparatively modern guns, they are so infernally sly. Oh, yes; Smeaton is in luck." The girls were not quite so sure about the luck. The luck of being sent with a small force to hold in check a large force is not invariably apparent to the womanfolk of the men who are under such orders. And it was really only in a very half-hearted way that Muriel said, Oh, yes. Smeaton is very lucky. Yes; I hope he will be lucky," said Joan, enigmatically. She thought that her wish was about to be granted when in one of the newspapers which arrived she read the opinion of an expert, which was to the effect that President Kruger would crawl down at the first sight of military prepara- tions on the part of England. But this was the paper that irritated her father most because it contained the opinion which he felt to be the most plausible. "They may as well fight now as again," he growled. If there's to be a constant patching up of peaces South Africa will fall to pieces be- tween their peaces." This grim play upon the words his daughters interpreted as the result of nervousness. They wondered whether it was the possibility of peace or the possibility of war that affected his nerves. They knew which of the two it was that affected their own nerves. The healthy instinct of the woman to adore the fighting man has not yet, thank heaven, been crushed out by civilisa- tion, but it is not the less healthy because it is accompanied by an abhorrence of a fight. "Chris will be able to tell us enough," said Joan. Dear old Chris! Was there ever a time when he was unable to tell us everything?" We must pray that the pater does not capture him and keep him from us all day," said Muriel. "We shall have to plot," said Joan sagely. They had been doing a good deal in this way already; but they had not yet become expert in the service. When two girls have lived, the one to the age of twenty-four and the other to the age of twenty-two and a half, without finding it necessary for their own protection to adopt a course of dissimulation, it is not surprising that they should fail to shew any considerable dex- terity when they begin to practise it all at once. But they had great hopes that Chris Foxcroft would be able to put them up to a trick or two their hopes being founded on the fact that Chris was in intimate association with a great London daily newspaper. They did not know very much of the world, but they rather guessed that a. hint or two on the Best Way of Not Being Found Out could be given to them by a man who had mastered the working of a London newspaper. Their friend Chris Foxcroft was the eldest son of the Rector of Husbandman's Selwood, and having been brought up with the most scrupu- lous care he had naturally turned out a rebel. riis iatner naa told him at a very early age that his vocation in life was the Church, and he had at that early age accepted his father's decree without murmuring. The only time when he felt that the Church as a vocation was not enough for him-that there was a larger and a fuller life for a man than was to be found within its pre- cincts-was upon the occasion of a visit which he paid to London at the age of ten. On his return to the Rectory he told his father that he had a conviction that he was unfitted for the duties of the ministry. He felt deeply that his vocation was to be the man who looks after the dogs outside the Army and' Navy Stores. When his father pointed out to him that to attain to a position of so great distinction in- volved his taking part in many campaigns and wearing «K-aT medals on his breast, he said he filt f i T -?".??hesa?and fights i f only he could be sure of so glorious a goal at the last.6 °f 80 a But he had an alternative scheme in his mind. If he could not become a commissionaire in charge of the dogs he would like to become the man wno ran atter cabs with luggage on the roof. His eyes sparkled as he spoke of those sprinters whom he had observed and envied, especially when he became aware of the extent of their emoluments for what, after all, was more ex- citing than a paper chase. When his father explained to him that the best training for the duties of this precarious pro- fession was a course of athletics at a University, he consented to resume his studies with a view to fit himself for the calling which he had chosen. His father thought that he could not begin too soon to study the works of Demosthenes and Cicero, both masters in the art of vituperation. It was when he was fifteen that he wanted to be a piofessional cricketer. Could there be a ii-qier ideal in life than playing cricket all day and drawing thirty shillings a week from the olub for doing it? He thought not. At sixteen he made up his mind to become a poet; and he became one. The man who becomes a poet at sixteen be- comes a prig at seventeen, and it was when he reached the prig stage that his father began to feel that his son was a genius. He was not quite so confident on this point when his son was sent down in his second year at the University, the offence being a literary one. Most people out- side the University and the Rectory had no diffi- culty in perceiving that to be author of the verses published in the Undergraduates' Magazine, dealing somewhat trenchantly with the personal habits of the Heads of the College, was a far greater achievement than to obtain the highest degree possible to be conferred by the University. The Rector of Husbandman's Selwood, how- ever, thought otherwise. He actually preached a sermon on the text 0 Absalom, my son, my son In He had no difficulty finding a parallel to the striking incident in the history of the Jewish Sultan, and the two long-legged little girls sitting in the Selwood pew, felt an enormous admiration for Chris, the Rector's son, who was said to be as wicked a boy as Absalom, besides being twice as manly, for Chris's hair was closely cropped. They thought a boy with long hair must have been molly-coddled. Ttiey were sure that Absalom's mother molly-coddled him, or was it his step- mother—one of his step-mothers—for by dint jf puzzling out the matter in their uninformed brains, and in spite of the feminine interpreta- tion of mysterious words and phrases, they came to the conclusion that Absaioni must have had in average years between ten and twelve thousand step-mothers. And then, to their amazement, they found their father—he was a captain on the staff of General Uppingham in those days, and only came to Selwood for a month now and then-taking the part of the wicked Chris against his father; affirming that Chris hadn't much the matter with him. and that he was white to the backbone-a phrase which was enigmatical in its assertion of the obvious, but, on the whole, comforting to them. They asked their governess many questions about Chris and his evil ways, and she told them that she was afraid he was an infidel. They demanded an explanation of what it was to be an infidel, and she gave them her definition of an infidel. The next day her two young charges came to her in tears. They thought it only right to make a clean breast of what was their trouble. The fact was that they were both infidels, they affirmed. (To be continued.)

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