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WINIFRED'S BLUNDERS

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WINIFRED'S BLUNDERS BY FRED V. ROSE, AUTHOR OF "Rome Again," "Tried and True," "Mine Own Familiar Friend"$c,, £ c. [ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.] «, CHAPTER I. HE>sp]endid mullioned windows of Carataira y^nge are looking their very best this August tternoon, with the sun shining brightly on the ^™°nd-shaped panes, and lighting up the fumbling old mansion in all its glory. The veral styles in which it has been built only rve to heighten the beauty of the house, and e county is justly proud of the Grange. of Jack Carstairs, leaning idly against the edge ^^fouotain in the grounds, regards his home with a feeling which he would find it hard to WfJ? eyes linger lovingly on every ^U-known window and door, and the sight rings him such keen satisfaction this after- noon that he asks himself with a start why he as never before appreciated this beautiful orne which will one day be his. He throws Way the fragrant havannah he has been looking and strolls slowly through the park. he splendid antlered stags watch him as he Fosses, without a look of fear in their soft rj^^tteyes. But Jack is too deeply engaged his thoughts to notice anything around j m# and judging by the look on the handsome ace they are very pleasant day-dreams in which 6 w indulging. He enters a small fir-planta- ?°n and proceeds at a much quicker pace ~^ards his destination. At last he reaches a P^vate door in the park wall, and taking from Jacket a key, opens it, and stands in the riddle of a long, straight, dusty road, on which 6 cannot see a single living creature. Great Csesar, it is hot. I've half a mind to fO hack," he mutters, looking ruefully at the ong white road. Then, throwing himself on 6 grass at the road-side, he determines to have ^6et before he moves in the direction of the lean*6 aSain- r^ie droning hum of the count- insects, combined with the soothing effects toe cigar he is smoking, soon cause him to into a doze. fave minutes pass, and in the far-off distance, s5Jhe long white road, appears a small black J*6* which rapidly draws near, and proves to neat little pony carriage, in which are two j^hes. They are chatting merrily as they j^proach, and the young girl who is driving gaily at some remark of her companion. mamrna, darling, whatever put such into your head ? Oh dear!" exclamation was caused by Jack UP suddenly and staring at them in a ^Trude manner. .J^hy, it's Mr. Carstairs, Winnie," said her v#Jier: stoP t^ie P°ny, my dear. How do y°^°,Mr. Carstairs?" •^ck had by this time risen from his lowly ^Uch, and hat in hand advanced to the side of ^6 carriage. His grey eyes were fixed on Ika?>,Ue'8 ^ace' 118 replied, Thank you, Mrs. ^Daer, as well as one can expect to be in this gating weather." foad-jU were asleep, Mr. Carstairs, on the public aside, too. I'm quite ashamed jf you," and shakes her head at him reprovingly. comes round to her side of the carriage, littl .get a glimpse of the bewitching bv t, e' which is, however, hidden from him c<ail!ie%. 8uns^,ade, says pleadingly, I really i^> Miss Palmer, I was coming to r eathercliffe, but the sun was so hot, and the &Ut "n° & I .was obliged to rest a little. «UTA e Fortune is good to me. Now I am you cannot refuse me a seat." M, *01 afraid Peter won't be able to take the us," said Winnie, dubiously. «What nonsense, child. Jump up there, Mr. ^f^airs," pointing to the seat opposite Winnie. Thank you, Mrs. Palmer, I could not think j. fusing Miss Palmer any inconvenience," said stiffly, raising his hat. Good afternoon." •^r». It was only my fun, Mr. Carstairs," said JDnie, contritely; do come." Jack could not resist the little hand that was him, and seated himself before Winnie **th the winning smile on his face that always PeoPl0 towards him. Jack Carstairs was j* a handsome man, but he was decidedly not »* Bis fi8ure and carriage were good, his oftener grave than gay, but the true, tokerf^t> grey eyes and resolute mouth be- nature infinitely above the average. feue. smiled his whole face lighted up, and "aa a ^resistibly drawn towards him. He trusted—upright, honourable, ^i/orwar(^ P°Werbefore him instinctively felt the that ijs at smile, and, looking at him, saw niiQ hrj e7ea were fixed on hers. She smiled at *PpoiotJ[} and, somehow, Jack felt dis- lida dj. He would rather have seen the eye- hep liffi°P' .and a slow blush shyly spread over B^iftl 6 gipsy face. They bowl along the road bfj > and soon come in sight of a large red- Ivv ^a118^011 standing in its own grounds. «// twines and climbs about the house, making look very pretty, and in the grounds they can several dainty figures playing tennis. They j?6 surrounded by several young men as draw up at the door, and one handsome tej^§ fellow, with wavy chestnut hair and ^ea^ures> assumed an air of proprietor- Jack^ he helps Winnie to descend that makes ,el as if he would like to immolate such as he mentally dubs the harmless Ud Winnie," bursts out a handsome ^lk nineteen summers, I'm used up. c°Uld u' the ancient martyrs, why they a candle to the martyrdom I have tepv,4. S?ne this afternoon, and all to save your 0iv6 jJ1011 a.8 a perfect hostess. Hang tennis, cigar nice shady nook, a good novel and li^e tv-That's the way to spend an afternoon ^Wif ^th the thermometer standing at Bay> in the shade. What do you Pve y°u my candid opinion, I agree with you as regards the shady k 7 <~c-; but pray include a lady." | lady," echoes Jeff, scornfully, "what We"' Look here, Jack, I believe you're in laughs rather nervously as he to Winnie. Miss Palmer, do help me. ^th ^P^grace brother of yours is charging me ^Pid^V^ng l)ecc>me a victim to the wiles of Wi • who was talking gaily with the to Jf^/ellow who had roused Jack's ire, turned I atn ^th a smile. Really, Mr. Carstairs, Jeff I shall be unable to help you. Both be abfd Ormy are too much for me. I used to « 6 to manage them, but now-" *9ith We manage her, Jack," interrupts Jeff, a sublime disregard of grammar. Then himself on the grass he produces a cigarette case and offers it to Jack. Nil, s„ seated herself in a low wicker chair, ck Taylor, the young fellow of whom Goiwi8 so jealous, lies at her feet. After a little nation Jack takes a cigarette and offers Jack, old fellow," whispers Jeff, you I'o^ £ aylor don't seem to hit it. What's the « v. ^ea°^ng> there's nothing the matter, Jeff, c the best of friends." you look it," sarcastically, you look «< like Othello, Jack. Awfully jealous." T «>Us," echoes Jack confusedly, jealous. fjn what have I to be jealous for ?" r^- ,8 JU8t what I mean to find out." cries cIIlX1ischievoualy! bo^iP?se y°u think I am in love, or some k**y 8i answered Jack, "but pray dismiss notion as that from your not over ee 1 nOddle, my boy." too lazy to retaliate such small im- '^fctly1068'" says Jeff> waving his hand grandilo- gail^ring again, Mr. Carstairs," cried Winnie, y°n and Jeff are always sparring. Now, ^Gre an^ ^Ve me y°ur opini°n on and the fly," whispers Jeff, laugh- Carstairs, as the latter moves off in the k Jack Minnie'8 chair. t tyJin Bnakes his fist at the offender, then i^Ce, l°w over Winnie's bewitching little 8^ers softly, "Your will is law, Miss t>jck' In what way can I serve you ?" ^Co^rj Taylor has joined the players, and the in a -u ^is talking eagerly to a pretty ^charming tennis costume. Winnie's K^fjged fWs the players absently, and the l^ty above hers softens into absolute 8 frotn\- Wa,tches her with proud love shin- Xljn dishonest grey eyes. f?U, forgotten what I intended asking fr8 face' Carstairs" she says, lif' ing her eyes to is o- °pt it Was nothing of importance. Philip to-day ?" ^cle 8ei•, Well, thanks," replied Jack; "my aila anything. But I quite forgot my message. He wishes Mrs, Palmer and yourself to dine with us to-morrow evening." Here comes mamma; you must ask her, Mr. Carstairs." Mrs. Palmer comes slowly towards them, with a gorgeous sunshade, erected," as Jack calls it, over her head. My dear Winnie, I don't know however you can bear this heat. Thank you, Mr. Carstairs," as Jack places her a chair; "what do you think of the new tennis nets ?" "Very nice indeed," replied Jack, politely. Then, giving Sir Philip's invitation, which Mrs. Palmer accepts, he turns to Winnie. Shall we stroll down to the conservatory? It is always so cool there, and I should greatly like to see the new orchid Mrs. Palmer was speaking to me about." Yes. Go down with Mr. Carstairs, Winnie, said Mrs. Palmer. I am so sorry," replied Winnie, sweetly. I promised to show Mr. Taylor my new bay mare 'Nellie.' You will excuse me, won't you, Mr. Carstairs ? Jack bowed, with a keen sense of disappointment, and again there arose the fierce jealousy of Dick Taylor. Mrs. Palmer's guests now began to take their leave, and soon the party was reduced to Dick Taylor, Jack, and the family. Mrs. Palmer was a widow. Her husband had been dead for several years, and had left his widow and children well provided for. Winnie had two brothers, Jeff and Ormy, who were both at home, and who positively adored their sister. Consequently she was rather spoiled, although she had a sweet winning nature, and lovable little whims and caprices. She was only a child yet, scarce eighteen, but her wondeiful beauty had attracted numerous admirers, amongst whom Carstairs and Taylor were the foremost. Dick Taylor was a stranger to them a month ago; since then he had made rapid strides in their favour, and after Lord Knockdown had paid a visit to Sir Philip Carstairs and recog- nised Dick as a friend he had been doubly wel- come in the neighbourhood. Mrs. Palmer was an ambitious woman, and expected Winnie to make a good match. A good match! Riches-first consideration-love and happiness nowhere. Mothers of the nine- teenth century are preternaturally clever in negotiating a good match. Dick had not explained to them his pro- fession, or means, but being a friend of Lord Knockdown's, he must be a good match, thought Mrs. Palmer. During the last few days, however, her views had modified. She had learnt that Dick's income was but two hundred a year, and had cooled down considerably in consequence. Mr. Carstairs is a perfect gentleman. Has expectations, too. In fact, will be the owner of Carstairs Grange; and I begin to fancy he cares for Winnie. H'm, I will see what the I day brings forth, and shape my plans accord- ingly." Winnie's eyes brighten as Dick comes over to them, and says, Shall we pay our visit to Nellie now, Miss Palmer ? She rises from her seat and walks across the close cut grass-a lissom, graceful figure by her side. Jack watches them with a gloomy look on his face, which Mrs. Palmer is quick to notice. You will stay to tea, of course, Mr. Carstairs," she says, pleasantly. "Now, don't refuse; I have something important I wish to consult you about." I shall be happy to be of use," Jack replied, gallantly. The two stroll towards the house; at the same time a pretty scene is being enacted near the loose box appropriated to the new bay mare Nellie." "Isn't she a beauty, Dick?" said Winnie patting the mare's soft neck, whilst :Dick feeds her with lump sugar. She likes lump sugar, so she does," said Winnie, childishly. The girl looks very lovely as she stands there, with a faint flush on the smooth soft cheeks, and the love-light in her dusky eyes. Dick looks at her, with his head held a little on one side—" Winnie, darling, you look superb," he said softly; you will let me speak to your mother to-night, dear ? She lays her hand on his arm softly. Yes, Dick, speak to-night," then she added tremu- lously, we have been so happy, too happy. I'm afraid it won't last. What nonsensical ideas you do get into your head, dearest," he said tenderly. Why should it not last ? I don't know," the pretty mouth quivering ominously, but I have a presentiment that there is trouble in store for us." "The sun has affected you, Winnie," he says, anxiously; shall we go into the house ?" Yes, Dick," she whispers. And, Dick, you will always trust me. No matter what you may hear, you will believe that I am always true to you ?" Of course I will always trust you, dearest," he replied, with her hands clasped in his. But you must not break down. All will be well, Winnie. I know your mother wishes you to marry someone who can offer you position and a good establishment, but when I speak to her to-night, when I tell her how we love each other, it is impossible that she can refuse to sanction our engagement. I know, darling, that I am not half good enough for ysu, that I Silence, sir," placing her little hand over his mouth; remember you are speaking of one of my possessions." Dick kissed her hand passionately, and Car- stairs, who had been sent by Mrs. Palmer to find the truants and inform them tea was waiting, came upon the pretty tableau un- observed. With a quick backward movement he crept away. He had not heard a word of their conversation, but he had seen enough to convince him that the girl he loved with the one love of his life, the girl he had pictured to himself as his wife—loved another, and the knowledge made him reckless. CHAPTER II. YES, Winnie, we are ruined," and Mrs. Palmer's sobs grow more and more hysterical, Winnie is standing before the open window. Her short curly hair is gently ruffled by the cool breeze that sighs through the shrubbery across the lawn. In her hand she holds a telegram which arrived an hour before, and has thrown such a gloom over their hitherto happy house- hold. It is from Mrs. Palmer's legal advisers, and announces the utter failure of the bank in which their money was invested. The little face is very white and scared, but a sense of her duty; rouses the girl, and she crosses to her mother's side. Never mind, mamma," she whispers, bravely, surely there will be something saved from the wreck, and we must make the best of our posi- tion. Perhaps it is for our good. Who knows? We must bear our crosses, and try to say Thy will be done. I am so glad the boys were out when it came," sobbed Mrs. Palmer, whatever we shall do I cannot tell. And to think that only yes- terday I gave my consent to your engagement to Mr. Taylor, much against my will. But there, send for him, dear. He may be able to advise us." Yes, mamma. Dear old Dick. Why did I not think of that before," with a glad light in her eyes. Then a look of misery crosses her face. Oh, mamma, I must offer Dick his free- dom again now. This makes such a difference. He cannot afford to marry a penniless wife. We shall have to wait a few years now. I know," proudly, that he will not accept his freedom when I offer it." Write him a short note, dear," replied her mother, faintly, tell him our money is all lost, and ask him to come at once, as we should be glad of his advice. Send John with it immedi- ately. He can take I Bon-bon she is our swiftest horse. And also write to Sir Philip, Winnie, explaining why we cannot dine at the Grange, and pray, Winnie darling, don't tell Jeff or Ormy, until we know the full extent of our losses." Yes, mamma." The notes are written and despatched, and Dick anxiously expected. Winnie's head aches terribly, and the girl feels a sickening sensation come over her, as the time passes and brings her no reply. Mrs. Palmer had retired to her own room, leaving Winnie alone in the comfort- able snuggery which was the boys' especial den. Riding whips, fishing rods, and guns decorated the walls, whilst the space over the chimney- piece was hung with every description of pipe ingenuity could invent. The boys were enthu- siastic collectors of curios, and the numerous mysterious packages had always possessed great interest for Winnie. But this afternoon the misery at the girl's heart far outweighs her nervous dislike to being alone. She looks very lovable as she leans against the window-frame and gazes with unseeing eyes on the fair landscape stretched before her. She is wearing a dress of some dark material, which fits the slender figure to perfection. The cream- tinted lace with which it is trimmed is of price- less value, and the diamond butterfly brooch she is wearing well becomes her piquant beauty. Suddenly the quick gallop of a horse can be [ heard approaching the house, and Winnie with a glad smile runs to the hall to meet-not Dick as she had expected, but Jack Carstairs, with a kindly smile on his face. He gives his horse to the groom, and takes Winnie's little hand in his firm grasp. His eyes meet hers with a look which gives her a sense of relief. He is so true and strong; so good to all his dependents, that she instinctively feels it is well to have this man's friendship. My uncle showed me your note, Miss Palmer, so I came over at once to learn the par- ticulars, and to offer my services." Thank you, Mr. Carstairs, you are so good to take the trouble to come so soon," said Winnie, with a faint smile. "Nonsense," cried Jack, gruffly; "trouble, indeed! I am not afraid of a little trouble when it will help any friends of mine." Oh, Mr. Carstairs, is that you ?" said Mrs. Palmer, entering with a look of relief; how kind of you." Nothing of the sort, Mrs. Palmer," replied Jack, with a genial laugh; the kindness will be all on your side if you will allow me to help you in any way." Mrs. Palmer came across the hall to the door and looked anxiously down the drive. No one was in sight, and turning to Jack she said entreatingly, I do not want the boys to know of this until everything is settled, Mr. Carstairs. Shall we go to the morning-room ?" Mrs. Palmer explained to Jack that her husband had placed the whole of their money in the North-Western Bank, which had now stopped payment. "This is the telegram we received," handing it to Jack. It ran: "North-Western Bank stopped pay- ment this morning. Is an utter failure. May be able to rescue a little from the wreck. Send us a gentleman as your representative." Jack's voice was husky as he asked, "I suppose Mr. Taylor will have gone ?" Oh, no. He has not come yet," replied Mrs. Palmer, whilst the colour flowed in Winnie's cheeks. You have sent for him ?" Yes, at the same time we despatched the note to Sir Philip. Perhaps he was out. Although the messenger has not yet returned." A knock at the door interrupted them, and a note was handed to Mrs. Palmer. The man retired, and Winnie, with a beating heart, waited to hear what her lover said. Why had he not come ? was he ill ? Mrs. Palmer tore open the envelope delibe- rately, and read the note through carefully. Then, with a pitying glance at Winnie, she read aloud: Dear Mrs. Palmer,-Miss Palmer's note came upon me in the shape of an un- pleasant surprise, and I can assure you I am very sorry to hear of your losses, as it makes a vast difference in the position of affairs. I am, as you are aware, a poor man, and not at all in a position to marry a penniless girl, and as love in a cottage has no charms to offer me which would in any way recompense me for the absence of the needful, I can only say that I release your daughter Winnie from her engagement." "The insolent puppy. rll horsewhip him within an inch of his life," burst out Jack, jump- ing to his feet with clenched hands. Winnie stood with her hands clasped tightly together, and a stricken look on the little face that caused Jack's chivalrous nature to take fire again. I 11 Winnie, darling, don't look like that," said Mrs. Palmer. Oh, my dear, he is not worthy the love you gave him." Mamma, it cannot be true," she whispered. Dick could not be so cruel to me." It is true, darling, you should thank Heaven for saving you from such a man." Jack had considerately withdrawn from the room, and now stood outside waiting to speak with Mrs. Palmer before he left the house. When she came out he seized her hand in his. You will let me go as your representative, will you not, Mrs. Palmer ?" he asks, pleadingly. I will see to everything, and if you are-that is to say—until your own affairs are settled, look upon me as your banker. It will give me great pleasure to be able to serve you." She could only thank him with a few broken sentences and as he took his leave, she thought how different things might have been if Winnie had given her love to this man, for whom she entertained such a regard. It is a thousand pities," she mused as she made her way to Winnie's room. But all may yet be well. I can see that Mr. Carstairs loves Winnie, and if she can only think of him in that light, it will take a load off my mind now this new trouble has come upon us. What to do with the boys I don't know. I must consult Mr. Carstairs about them." She knocks at the door of Winnie's bedroom, and goes in to find her on the bed in a dead faint. "Poor Winnie," murmurs her mother, bathing her forehead gently, it is a trouble I never thought you would have to bear." She loosens the dress at the pretty throat, and chafes the little hands tenderly. In a short time the girl's eyes open wide, and she glances enquiringly around, then turning to her mother she hides her face on the breast that is her only refuge, with a bitter cry. Mamma, mamma," she sobbed convulsively, take me away from Heathercliffe, away from this place, with the old associations, and I will try to forget the man who prized me only because I had money." Yes, yes, darling," said Mrs. Palmer, sooth- ingly, we will go as soon as we possibly can." I will send them fifty pounds to-day, and they need never know but it is their own rightful money." Jack Carstairs is leaning idly back in a leather-covered arm chair, with his feet on the chimney-piece—a favourite position of his-and a huge cigar in his mouth, at which he is puffing vigorously, as he muses of the Palmers and their difficulties. He had done his best for them in their trouble, and now that it was definitely settled he felt greatly relieved. The comfortable fortune that the Palmers had once possessed was gone. They were destitute. Jack, sitting there so restlessly, feels an uncon- trollable desire to keep from them the truth. "What can they do?" he asks himself. "I must at all hazards keep them in ignorance of their true position. But how to do it? I know they are too proud to accept help from anyone and Jack chews the end of his cigar savagely, as he mentally anathematizes his own thickheadedness in not being able to devise some way to help them. The room he is in is one of the handsomest in the "Tontine Hotel," where he has been staying during his visit to town, and he is now expecting one of the directors of the bank, who is to pay him a final visit this afternoon. He glances impatiently at the little ormolu clock, which ticks away so steadily on the chimney- piece. What an infernally long time he is coming. He promised to be here at three, and it is now ten minutes past," Jack growls. A sharp rap at the door, followed by the entrance of a gray-haired benignant-looking old gentleman, restores Jack's equanimity. Good afternoon, Mr. Dunkerley, pray be seated," and placing a chair for his visitor, Jack sinks back with a sigh of relief. Sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Carstairs. I Couldn't get here sooner," jerks out the old fellow, mopping his forehead energetically; awfully hot, isn't it ?" Yes, it is rather warm," replies Jack. Our business can soon be disposed of- sorry, very, for Mrs. Palmer and family," grunts the bluff old fellow "after due consideration we have decided to present to Mrs. Palmer a cheque for two hundred pounds." "Very kind of you, I'm sure," replied Jack a trifle sarcastically then with a sudden change to his old genial manner," Pray excuse me, Mr. Dunkerley, I know you have done your best for them, and I thank you accordingly." "Tut-tut-tut-tut, Mr. Carstairs, don't be foolish," said the old fellow, rising to take his leave. You will excuse me making a longer stay, won't you ? I suppose you are going back home this afternoon r" Yes, I am thinking of doing so." Here is the cheque for Mrs. Palmer," hand- ing it to Jack, and I sincerely hope all will go well with them. Good afternoon, Mr. Car- stairs." Good afternoon," answered Jack, holding the door open; then as his visitor disappeared he closed the door and sat down to the table. Drawing some telegraph forms toward him, and writing one out to let the Palmers know at what time to expect him, he saw it dispatched, and then commenced his packing. After awhile he sends a waiter to call t a cab, and is soon standing on the platform at St. Pancras. The station is very busy this afternoon, and Jack has some difficulty in making his way to the bookstall. Having pur- chased an armful of papers, Jack makes his way to a first class smoking carriage, and having cosily ensconced himself in one corner and lighted a fragrant cigar, he composes him- self for the quiet enjoyment of Punch, when the door is suddenly opened, a modest little hand- bag, together with several parcels, are handed in. and are followed bv a young lady, who attempts to draw back upon seeing it is a smoking carriage and occupied, but who is unable to do so as the train has begun to move. "Change carriages at next stopping place, miss, if yer objects to smoking," yells the porter, riding on the carriage step with that reckless disregard to life and limb which is a charac- teristic of those useful individuals. The girl glances timidly at Jack, who with a polite Allow me," is stowing away her parcels on the rack. She is a dainty little creature—a slender graceful girl, of perhaps twenty, with wild-rose com- plexion, shadowy violet eyes, and waving golden hair. A gentle submissive creature," thought Jack, taken in by the intensely seraphic expres- sion of the lovely face. And well-dressed, too," taking in at a glance the pretty dark-blue cloth dress, the exquisitely fitting short jacket, becoming little velvet cap, and, what most pleased his fastidious taste, the perfect gloves in which the little hands were encased. A comical feeling of dismay stole over him, M he placed the last parcel safely away and was rewarded with a demure, "Thank you, very much." "I hope you do not object to smoking," he said, as he again settled himself in his corner. "Oh, no; not in the least," she answered brightly. "I am afraid you were too hurried to choose a compartment," said Jack, smiling. The girl gave a clear, rippling laugh. "Yes, I very nearly missed the train, didn't I? Then the porter bundled me in in such a hurry that I really had no time to see what was the com- partment. I The girl stops suddenly, and a doubtful look creeps over her face as she opens her bag. Jack eyes her over with an amused smile, and wonders at the same time what the girl's friends are thinking about, allowing her to travel alone. She meets the steadfast grey eyes regarding her so "kindly, and says, Auntie gave me strict orders to speak to no gentlemen," demurely, but for once I am going to disregard her ad- vice. You know Mr. —— Carstairs," put in Jack, quickly. ) Thank you," with a smile. You know Mr. Carstairs; Dick should have been here to meet me, but he has been visiting in the neighbour- hood of—yes, of Carstairs Grange," chudishly. Do you live there, Mr. Carstairs ? I live there with my uncle, Sir Philip," replied Jack, smiling at her excitement. Oh, I am so glad to have met you," she said, Erettily. "Auntie would be glad, too, if she new. I am sure you will know Dick Thank you for the compliment, Miss-" Dacre," was the reply to his mute interroga- tion. "And as to the Dick you mention, I must plead Oh! don't you know Dick Taylor, Mr. Car- stairs ?" wonderingly. Jack's cigar fell on the floor as he sat bolt 1 upright in his seat and said, coldly, I beg your pardon. Mr. Richard—who did you say ?" The change was so sudden that the girl's violet eyes opened wide in astonishment. "Mr. Carstairs," she said, reproachfully, "I did not say Mr. Richard. I said Dick Taylor. Don't you know him ?" Jack leaned back in his seat again. Know him? Ahem! yes;" then, under his breath— for a scoundrel." t j The girl regarded him anxiously as she asked quickly, Don't you like Dick ?" j Like him ?" said Jack quietly, with a strange little smile. "Well, I can't say I do. You see," apologetically, seeing a cloud rising on the little lady's face opposite, he isn't my style for one thing, and then, you see, he's— well, anyway, he and I could never hit it." She had been watching him breathlessly, and now, with a little flattering sigh, she said, I'm so sorry, Dick and I are engaged—what's the matter, Mr. Carstairs ?" Nothing, nothing," said Jack, hurriedly. "Dick and I are engaged, and are to be married," she went on, in six weeks." "Indeed," grimly. "I am sorry I cannot con- gratulate you, Miss Dacre. It would be against my principle so to do. I believe this is my de- stination, rising, as the train came to a stand- still. Shall I put you in another compartment P" "If you would be so kind," tremulously. Then, after seeing her safely in a compartment with two old ladies, he whispers, as he clasps her hand at parting, You will forgive me for not being able to congratulate you on your engage- ment, Miss Dacre ? In the time to come you may, perhaps, understand the reason why I can- not do so. And if ever you should want a friend send for Jack Carstairs," and, as the train steams swiftly out of the station, Jack, stand- ing bareheaded on the platform, whispers, with a pain at his kindly heart, a prayer for the girl who is to be Dick Taylor's wife. (To be continued.)

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