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TOLD IN THE TWILIGHT.; — I ■ o ■ A Series of Short Stories By ADELINE: SERGEANT, •Aulhtr «/ Jacvhft Wife" The Great Mill- sfnet Mystr; fyc,, t').c. rAI.L RIGHTS RESERVED.! 2so, 1. tADY AIRDALFS LAST VISITOR. (COMPLETE IN THIS NUMBiR.) WMr ■ •—1 If I W struck w\ U:*fc lh«littie /i Keniuh village of rVftt l'&m I Underwood smelt y_,v>Y?JJ* 7^ of plant (vxJ*>/J$* W&\ < variously known "l different parts v JxMlxf oi> England as ,M W(" lad'a-love," « old \f. man/'orsoutiiern- | woo< It grew in > 9ver* g»r^eu; it v'fy- formed a part of > '$?■ *rery village pesy. A Z it was as 'jharae- j 's' C- 7VV* tervtio of the (vlt# i **•?• as the tall }Y/ trhi'te lilies were j W )v characteristic of Cheveley, the lordly mansion jhat stood ou'sida the villsgf and dominated *t in the way that great country houses in .1 st.ill doialinfttp the village' 01- rural spot,, gfjii dominate the villages or jUnilets at their feet, The lily-beda of Cheveley were famom throughout the Country, and they were suppoted to be under tb« especial care of the reigning Lady Air#- wale, the mistress cf Cheveley. But the Lady Airedale of whom the following story has known to me (through a servant's fridigcretica, it must be confetod) never set *oot in her garden for many years before she aied. The Airedale Arms, a highly-respectable lun in the middle of the village, an inn that 4Ped gentility and called itself an hotel, was 48 redolent of southernwood as of beer, A itrept jug of it always atood on the bar counter, behind which the florid-faced, grey- u»ardetl iunu-«.r«>. h.imj«lf presided, witii the assistance of a gentle-faoea, :i»vcr* barmaid, Mary, who waa a delicate-looking creature, apparently quite unfit for the post she filled. But Mary was a vory capable young person, in spite of her delicate looks, and the bar of the Airedale Arms was not as a rule frequented any bat the most resaeotable of travellers. Here lac bagm&n in ha flib would pull up and ask for a drink; here village worthies collected after a local tCltivity-a wedding or a (UUI- rat here the latest items of goasip from the big houses were discussed. The ^•amp and the labouring man wera dis- OOuraged; they might drink if they could pay; but they usually felt themselves un- comfortable in aaoh high and ar stoeratic •os5i«ty aa that which the landlord, Mr.Parker, liked to gather room him, and slouched &*ay to the Whita Hart or the Spotted Dog Publio-hoosee, in which their toiled clothes ani basketa or bandies were not looked on 4»kance, and where they were not jostled asida by aaperoilious butlers and ooaohmen out of "very, who had coma for their morning dram. Indeed Mr. Parker's fame as a oareful land- lord was ao great that he waa frequently r«- 'ltutatsd to put up gentlemen from the -r y or the hall, or Cheveley itself, for a night or two; and he prided himself on hM power of making suah gt-tcata comfortable. He particularly liked to1 hav» tuy lord's Guesls the" bill was always Promptly paid, and A handsome deuceur generally added thereto by the eail himself, ile made more iivitjiai; way than by half the *ii<aers that the Ffeemasofta and the Burial -lubs and thb bean feasters held in hit big "iiing room every spring and summer. He was not aorry, therefore, but a little *Uriou«, when a gentlemaa .who had come in flv from the station (three quarters of a bile away), annoowwd to tha waiter that he *id not thiiik he ahoald remain long »t tha ^iredt'.e Arms, beoauw he wm going l?p to Cheveley lo see Lord aadLadj Airedale, IK won't see my lady," remarked Mr. Parjtflr to one of his assistants, Cf for the is ill to Led from ail l hear. I've S5en tUe doctor's ■Wiwiage twice to day." "Hestidit very wnsequential-like," sail tlte waiter, vhccwas boots and general laoto- tom at the Airedale Arms, aa well as waiter on grand oocasiona, If al it be thought & eight imself for going therr, f I'll mebbe stay Cheveley,' says • so you usedn't order dmoer for me just yet. I'd like to see the )andJord, says be,4 and pretty quick.' Why, you great fool, you never told me," aMdParker, resentfully. He was not a very genial hOlt; lzt was s, trifle morose at' Jimes and not communicative; but he was always attentive to the wishes of hia customers. H. went upstairs at onee and kifocked at the door I of the lhtle sitting-room into which the visitor had been shown, Come in, come in," said a loud, bluff voioe. "Come in; no ceremony. You're the landlord, eh P Let's have a drink. Whisky and soda, eh ?" Mr. Parker bowed and ordered the liquors. It struck him that the stranger was a trifle too familiar for a friend of the A irdales. Who could he be? Parker had re..d the label on the vi*ityr:s Inggage but it told him nothing. Mr. Zackary N. Brambldby, Esquire,! lato of Chioago, Airedale Castle, Underwood. England* It was a quaint inscription, and Parker gaped at its very obvious errors, There ain't no Airedale Castle that I ever heard of," he growled to himself, H so p'prapt he's come to the wrong address. Maybe he's one of them rich Amerioana one hears of. Not many of them up Cheveley way, I take it." And he-grinned aa he went back to the little parlour, whither Mary followed him with all the ingredients for toddy on & little lacquered tray. Zaehary N. Bramblaby, jf that were bi- name, was a broad-shouldered, stout man, jt'airly tail, very florid, grey-whiskered and blue-eyed. He was dresaed in well-fitting black clothes, his linen wde apotlegSi the gold chain that undulated across his portly funno was singularly heavy, and the diamonds in hi, rings were genuine as well M large. From the top of his well-brushed grey hair to th", tips of his polished boots he looked rich and respectable. There was a little too much swagger and lIelf-eatisfaotíon about him for the ordinary British merchant; and, indeed, when he opened his lips, the ear was assailed by an unmistakable Yankee tvrang. In build and complexion he was not at aU unlike Parker huuself; if Parker had been a little bigger and more gonial he might have passed as Mr. Brambleby's brother. It Vrai an Eng- lish, no! an American type. "Sit down, landlord," said Mr. B 'pmbleby. Let's see what sort of stuff you've got; here. Not bad-- not bad at all. Now, how long have you been landlord of this here little iiii- I've had the A iredale Arms for a matter of twenty year," said Parker, rather Bixlkiiy, (;and I think, air, you'll find it a comfortable sort of place." "Ob, I daresay, I daresay. But I ain't going j to stay here, my good man itTs aH very well j for this side of the w^ter, hut a oonntrv village is not a place for nte. No, e:r. British born as I was, I miu- wy iieo, respected Aiaisrioan oitiien; and. despise' your one-hoas village alehouses: (despise them all." h Then, exoase me air, I wonder you oorae to them," uid Porker, with a touch of tampar, vhi"h ':UI :M& to be womlsrs l at. 11-1 don't come to atay, landlord 1 don't oon.a to stay. I'm going on to Airedale ultatle, striliah, away." "There isn't such a place in the neighbour- hood," aaid Mr. Parker, with aoflaa inner satisfaction. "Kh? No Airedale Caxtle Thea L're been mitin formed. i)oti't' the Airedales live about here T" There was A decided change of manner in the man as he aslred this question. It seemed aim oat aa if he had been acting a part daring the earlier part of the interview. "His lord»hip, the Earl of Airedale, and her ladyahip tha Countess of Airedale oocupy the mansion of Cheveley in the immediate neighbourhood of Underwood," Hid Mr. Parker in his grandest tones. U And there's no other Lord- and Lady Airedale in the country, if there ?" iaked the stranger. "No, air. Her ladyship the Dodger Coun- tess died thirteen yeara Ago" Well, you do lay it on tbiok in your blessed old country with your lordships Mid Mythips," M'd Mr. Brambl*t>y, good- homouredly, Look here. old rain what sort of a lady i. Lady AiredaJøJ Stiftlcii? stuck up a bit? or affable Apd friondiy ?" '■ Ilev ladyship's a most a;fabl £ l*dys" szrl Parker, "and mosfr benevolent to tne pooi»; Very kind to her servants, too, and to th«n\ that are in wAnt. Her I&dysbij>J* very iriuob beloved." j'r, « Is she r.ow P" said,the stranger with me- rest. And his lordship, is he fond of hof^ Does the stepson behave decently >° -ler ? She's got girl3 of her ov/n, Ibs^r. Parker's hair Jjegnn to riae on his head with horror. 4<Do you mean my LorS Sdnni i £ » Mr? i have always heard that he was ty'St *^aehed I to Lady Airedale, and. very grat^11^ *° her for ftU her .ore, Isly Ictd 'himself th,) Kar{( sir> simply woi'slfip? "bh-ii-g'^aujid ^'re**4.1 on. \nd two more loving young lacuo* Lilian and Lady Ellinor oouI;'u'j '3" found. My wife's niece was maid there once* ar.d she tells me its beautiful to nee them." Mr. Bramblebv's face beam-'fl Satis- faction. u Like a pictui' io »hiak of, it?'" he said, coSipJaoently. lt Now^ who would be such a fovl as ta try to disturb thA' Wist ? such a fovl as ta try to dis-iurbtbAb-ist,? Not Zaebary N. Bramblt^by. rtuulr the Lord. I'm not nutb of suoh stuff as .that, ^'ll ju^t go up to the house and say how d'ye do to my lady, and then I'll go back to America." To see my lady, sir," repeated Mr. Parker, rubbing his oh in, Ay, old man, to see my lady. Why not ? Oh, you think I'm a bit below them, do you ? I can tell you one thing, though, I'm a rela- tion——" He paused, as if afraid to commit himself to anything further. A relation—to my lady P" said the land- lord, opening bit rather dull and sleepy eyes. H Yes, a relation-a near relation—a rela- tion by marriage, any way i and then Mr. Brambleby roared out a sudd-tn laugh, as if idea were more amusing than he had realised at first. H I'm afraid yon vron'fc be able to see the Countess," said Parker, afier a minute's pause. "Even if you go up to Cheveley; for I sup- pose"—almost with a sneer—" that you mean to go." "Of course. I mean to go; what's more, I mean to stay there. I'm going to be Lord Airedale's guest for a few days, I c^U-iell you." But,* said Mr. Parker drily, they're not entertaining visitors just at present at i Cheveley. Lady Airedale is seriously ill." I He bad produced an impression at last. I Wv. Brambleby's jaw suddenly fell his colour grew more purple than florid, and hia hand shook as he put down the whisky. Seriously P" he asked. "It's an illness of long standing. She's b-*G" all the best Londou doctors, and gone about from one place to another in search of health, but all to no purpose. Better keep at home, I always think. And I'm afraid this is the last of it. They say she's dying fast." Good Lord I" gatped Mr. Brambleby. But it can't be true. When I've coma all the way over from America, just to speak to her—I'll go up to the Caatle this very night and see." Oh, no, sir; na^^mir. Tha* wo a Id nev#r do, I'm afraid/' said Parker, with' a abake of and see." Oh, no, sir; na^^mir. Tha* wo a Id nev#r do, I'm afraid/' said Parker, with' a abake of the head and a little smile. Why, lfc't close on their dinner time, and, besides, my lady will have gone to Bleep maybe; you can't go I at that hour, unless you've got an invitation, or they're expecting you P '• Well, no, they ain't exactly expecting me," said Brambleby, with a queer little Ihugb. "I should startle them considerable, that's a fact. I surmise I'll take your advioe, Mr. Landlord, and sleep here to-night. Then 1 can walk up to the Earl's palatial halls to- morrow morning." "Nobody knows much about my lady," aaid i Mary, who was sitting at her work behind the I h*r, joo oustomera being present. "Perhaps he is on# of he* —vrl*«v* mad<3 a for- tune in America." < Let's hope so," aaid the landlord, gloomilr; but he thrust out his lips and ahook hia hsad aa if he did not anticipate ao Let's hope foot aaid the landlord, gloomilr; but he thrust out his lips and ahook hia hsad aa if he did not anticipate ao satisfactory or explanation of Mr, Bi ambbby's I tfait to Cheveley* I Bat death was already at "the Earl of Airedale's door, an earlier visitor than aren ¡ Mr. Brambleby, who had purposed to eail betimes. The Countess died as tha dawn came stealing in, at three o'clock in the morn- ing, and the news reached the Airedale Arms before six. But the landlord refused to let the gueat be told. He said he'd have his 'ot water at eight," said Parker, obstinately. "And at eight: o'elock he'll hear the bell toll, and Jim can tell him who it is, and nobody need disturb hiui till then, I believe it's all gammon that he's a relwion of her ladyship. He looks like a oountess's brother or cousin or. something, don't he ?" Mr. Parker was waxing qjiite sarcastic in his repudiation of the idea. Mr. Brambleby, however, not knowing what had happened, awoke at five o'clock, I and felt too restless and overheated to sleep .tny longer. He rose about six, dressed him- self leisurely, arid descended the stairs. There was only one entrance to the Airedale Armu, and that was through the bar. The door stood wide open, but the bar and the entrance hall were deserted, for the landlord and his satellites were discussing the recent news in the backyard, and consequently Mr. Bram- bleby passed out of the honse nnnoticd,^ The. olock struck seren atf he left the inn, and he took, as if by instinct, the road that led him straight to Cheveley Park gates* The woman At the lodge only curtseyed as Lfl passed by, Shs took him for somebody fr?m the neighbouring town of Fairo&ks. The undertaker, or perhaps the registrar, ii'r. Brnmbleby could not *ee tiro house at %•<&, for tha ground rose between it ats4 gatff; bat gradually, as he ascended ft 'ificVa gravelled road, bi came to a spot rsdm whioe fhe obtained a good view of I the lately stone l uilding with itsjnfiflioned wind'. AN, its fine terrace, its nolenm-lookins> -aadaf trees. The windows were all curtained, but Mr. Br.i^yehyjlitributed thia faot to the earliuess of his visit to the ^riv»iviihc lazi- ness oi th'i Countess's pampered meniaisr It's a Brie spot," he murmured *JO himself, with his finicerj! stuck in his waistcoat pockets ana his h^t .tilfed a very little to the back of his head, »nd" I moat say that Aminty's •; done wall for herself. I dou'i mean to inter* fere with her, not I," 118 wandered about the park a little while longer, and came at last to a light wire fence, which divided the grassy slopes from the flower garden. Here he stood still. He was close to the celebrated lily beds of the Aire- dale ladies; and moving from one plot to another, with slow and noiseless footstep, he saw the figure of a girl in white. It was a slender, graceful figure in a plain cambric frook, with a black ribbon at the waist, and as Mr. Brambleby gazed, he gasptii eht the words, Aminty, by JoveJ" Heating a sound, the girl turned and looked at him. Then be saw that she was not the woman of whom he was in search. She was younger and she was-—yes, perhaps she was— more beautifdl. She had dark eyes, a pale but clear complexion, a stateliness of. mien such as almost alarmed him. But in a moment or two he recovered his self-possession, and said to himself, w Aminty's daughter, I suppose?" Then he took off his hat with a flourish, made a low bow, and advanoed a step nearer to the fence. The girl who had been gather- ing lilies and laying them one by one in a long shallow basket, drew back. Iler eyes expressed surprise, but no alarm; and it was plain, as Mr. Brambleby now remarked, that she had been weeping bitterly. Perhaps the consciousness of a real sorrow blunted her pereaptions, but indeed Mr. Brambleby:s highly respectable appearance, his red face, grey side-whiskers, black clothes and fine gold chain, did not lead one to conjecture that he was a member of the swell-mob or any- thing else objectionable. Lady Lilian was not, however, acoustomed to be spoken to b; indiscriminate strangers, and she might web look surprised. look surprised. .11 beg your pardon, mill-my bdy," said Mr. Brambleby, but I've come all the way from Chicago to make yotfr acquaintance, and to <m your mamma. "To see—" Lidy Lilian's face fiu»hed scar- let. She could not finish the sente oe. .1 Yes, aws, to see your mamma. A minty Jones, she was. And I'm a connection of hers—a near relatioa. One of the nearest she's got, I lay." And Mr. Brambleby chuckled, And I want to apeak to her. No offence, mias; it wonT do her no harm to recognise an old friend, even if he did happen once to be a pork butoher." Lilian had been backing for a minute or two, as if she wanted to get as far away from this extraordinary peraoa as possible, but she I now found herself arrested by the branches of I a standard rose-tree, and was obliged to stop. Mr, Brambleby would have gone on again, but she interrupted him with a low ory I of pain. Oh, please stop," she said. Of course you do not know—you are a stranger here— but my dear mother died this morning at three o'clock. I am gathering these lilies to put beside ter." And she turned as if to pluck another blossom, but in reallity to check the rising .tears. She could not bear to weep before a stranger—even for her I mother. Mr. Brambleby brought down his hand on his thi$h wj*h a resounding al&p. t Darn it n he cried. H Aminty dekd Dead t And me oome all the way i,* the oiu country to see bar! Wolt, tb.;t do beat everything! If it hadn't let,% for that blessed old fool at the inn I should have come on last night, and then I should ha' been in time for a word with her." "My mother would not have been able to see you," said Lillian coldly. J, She was very weak. If you were a friend of hers" -whioh I she did not I am sorry you did not come sooner. Good morning." She bowed her dainty head, aud was about to move slowly but decidedly away, when a shout from Mr. Brambleby stopped her. If HúUo t Hold on I I'll w&lk np with you to the house." Then moderating his voice, and putting one big leg carefully over the I wire fence: If I don't. ber living I' sea her dead, I'm bound at her faoe once more." Sir said Lady Lilia kaaghtily, your I presence is an intrusion." "-All right, my dear; no oIfgtm," returned Mr, Brambleby, panting a little with his efforts to get over the fence and overtake the young lady, who was now walking swiftly to- wards the house. "You can't deny me, you, know I've the right; you don't want to make i a edMMiiJet rcie speak to your papa, R jid he'll see'the righ t* ot ir," The short sentencea bolted one after I p.nother, produced some effect on Lady Li San, who, in the mid it of her ,rrief, was very reasonable. "I suppose i bad tatter let him come to the house," she reflected, and tell poor papa about him. I don't like to threaten him with the servants, he looks ao very determined. Besides, it would not be nice for him to talk to them about my dear mother ax he is talking to me. A friend of hers, indeed I How dare he P And Lady Lilian ourled her lip disdainfully, even while the hot tears started to her eyes at the idea., It was with scant courtesy that she turned at last to the flushed and perapiriug Mr, Brambleby, who was toiling up the rising pathway at her aide. 1 will take you into the library," she said, "and ask my father if he will speak to you; but of course he is very much overcome, and is not at all likely to be able to do so." Mr. Brambleby nodded, quite unimpressed I by the severity of the young lady's tones. He was thinking that when once he had got into the house, it would be difficult to get him ont again until his object, was attained. He fol- lowed Lady Lilian's footsteps, therefore, with submission. She asoended a flight of steps leading to the terrace, walked down the terraee a little way, and then opened a glass door which led into the room of which she had apoken. Here she bade Mr. Brambleby remain. She did not even ask him to taltO a chair; but Mr. Brambleby, not being troubled by shyness, sat down and gazed about him with adraira- tion and delight. -1 To think no v," he Did to himself, of an this^elonging to Aminty I'm glad I've teen it-that 1 am. It does credit to old England and a bloated aristocracy after all, air A pity she had to go and leave it! but she was always frail and sickly was Aminty Poor Aminty! Poor iittle girlj no rubbed his forehead with a gorgeous red ailk hacdarchief and looked up and down the room. The ceiling was painted with nymph, and dryads in a style which he felt that he t^ilipt uaderstaud. The walls were lined with rows of richly bound volumes; the very chairs were works of art, curved oak, and antique; the carpet and rags were softer tiuin velvet and full of rich and' harmonious ociouring* The blind*, of course, were down, but Ms. Brambleby could see that old heraldic

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devices were painted on the lozenge-shaped panes and that the velvet hangings of eaot A window recess were of those exqaisiie shades Which only a splendid old age can give. The Chicago pork butcher was, no doubt, a Ph ili, tine at heart, and would have preferred ormoltj and crimson satin for his own apartments, but he was not unmoved by the beauty of his sur- roundings, at which he was still staring OPI!zl- mouthed when Lord Airedale came quietly into the room. The Earl was not a very tall man, nor perhaps a very handsome one; but hit appearance was undoubtedly imposing. Wa in Underwood village, always apoke of him at an artistocratic-looking man. He had snow. white hair—very little of it.-a slight amount of whiskers, an aquiline nose, thin lips, and steel gray eyes. lit was not, perhaps, very clever, but he was reputed one of the moil honourable and conscientious of English gentleman-no light praise, eurely, even m these levelling times P Th« thorough-bred air so characteristic of his daughter waa apparent in every line of his features, every movement of his erect little figure. Evea his late vigil, tns giiof, his long fast-for he bad tot gotten to touch food, in his anxiety, sinoethe previous day's luncheon hour, had not refHed his outward demeanour he wa* as oomposed, as tranquil, as outwardly neat, as on Any ordinary occasion, But hil old eyes were heavy, and their rims were red. (t My daughter informs me, sir," aaid Lord Airedale, "that you were a friend of Lady Airedale's. Any friend of Lady Airedale's it welcome here." The earl probably knew more about his wife's connections than Lilian did. You have heard, I think, that you are too late to see her again. If you bad any news tc impart The earl-paused: he felt conscious of some peculiarity in Mr. Brambleby'a gazo. The visitor was inspecting him from top to toe, aa if trying to appraise him at his fuii valnlft When the earl stopped Mr. Brambleby nodded. "That's so," he aiel. "Idon't know that I had any news—not any of importance, so to But as to being too late to see her again my lord. See hei again I must." "See her—now ? said Lord Airedale, l'h4 more he looked at the man the more reluctant he felt to harbour the idea that this vulgar, red-faced American bore any relationship to ,bie wife, And tc let vspoa hor-dead, wouB be an insult to the woman thaf Ke bed loved. "But—I fear—may I ask whetheryoe were-if ni-counectied with Lady Airedale in any wa,?" "I was connected with her pretty con- sid'able, said Mr. Brambleby, plunging hit hards deep into his pockets and starii-g very hard at Lord Airedale. Yea, I kue* A minty right down well. No offenoe, J hope I She's probably mentioned ,Tnt! name t< y.)U- Brambleby P Brambleby, of Chicago: porl — ft Lord Airedale started and changed co'<Nif< 1 underhand," he said. Yoa ar* a rel* tion of ly?r—her first husband, and you werej in fact, on frientlly terma with her. Hut, of course, that does not justify—I don't know what they do in America, air, but in England we do not make a show of our dead, I think you mustexouse me-" (i But I ain't going to excuse you," said Brambleby firmly. 61 1, don't say but Itt natural in you to be so pernickity about it; but under present circumstances I eanit allow it. I've oome t' see Aminty, and, alive or dead, Aminty I mUi.:t see." I tell yoo, air——" Jilt's no good telling me anything," said the pork-butcher, his voice growing louder, aud Jinr-^eapiy-djed faoe more darkly red, Pre the righi V j»«»t »«-- r j" What right can you-—^ —- Lord Airedale did not fluigh his sentence, baoaus* of & sound that he heard behind bim, A young man of very frank aud pleasing exterior had opent-d the door aud entered ih. room. Lord Airedale put out ois hand u it to stop him. He did not want his daughter Lilian's lover, the Marquis of Sil ver Loyn, that eminently eligible young man, to join in this disousaion. But he was too late. Lilian sent me," said Silvertown quietly, She thought you might want me. Would you like to go to breakfast now, while I— entertain—this gentleman ?" "Silvertown," aaid the earl, turning almost piteously to hit future son-in-law, explain to him-you can explain better than I-h. is a relation of my dear wife's first husbaud, and he—he wants to see her now; I ask what right he has to intrude P" "Every right," Ireplied Mr. BramMeby, standing erect, with his face the oolour of a poppy. He had evidently worked himself into a towering rage. Every right in the world t I didn't come from Chicago to be treated in this way! I'll see her before I go, daruod it I won't! What right have 11 W by, I'm he. husband, uir she was my wife before she wat yours!" If ever a man's bodily security was im« perilled Mr. Brambleby had imperilled hit or?D, Silvortown, being a man of hasty tem- per, made a fcudden dash at him, with intention of kicking him out of the ? but Lord Airedale, though tremblr* veTf much, laid a restraining hand apoq. nun's arm. 'i st Stop a moment, Ore off reJJ' atop, moment. We must hear the' m*n out now. This is not the time for lanseem'.y alters oation." "But. it's a lie!" eried/ciIrtrtcTTr-> hotI.r« It's a He r, "f Mr. Brambleby 8tood'1Jl;' &roo,ld wiii UJ1; diminished self-impcq tanee'* „ It's *o lie," he said, u 8 Gos- pel truth. A minty vf>n*3 warneu !ne ,a Louisville four and was knocked on the hcauLi0, # told her I was Uead. ,b# from the town, and 1 a°al? fi"d he$ again. Heard Se shin vas lotfr I Z" rfw lost, eir, and ihtf ahe met this Englisiw,* lord somewhere Ind awried \Un, "< > f