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[NOW FIRST PUBLISHED.] SIR TOM. BY MRS. OLIPHANT. — Author of The Chronicles of Cariingford," The Greatest Heiress in England," He that Will Not when He May," kc., &c. CHAPTER V. CONSULTATIOXS, Lucy was much startled by her brother's ques- tion. It struck, however, not her conscience so much as her recollection, bringing back that past M'hich was still so near, yet which seemed a world away. in which she had made so mani anxious efforts to carry out her father's will, and con- sidered it the main object of her life. A young wIfe who is happy, and upon whom life smiles, (n scarcely help looking back upon the time 'When she was a girl without a sense of superiority, an amused and affectionate contempt for herself. Bow could I be so silly ?" she will say, and laugh, not without » passing blush. This was not, exactly Lucy's feeling; but in three years she had, even in her sheltered and happy position, attained a certain acquaintance with life, and she saw diffi- culties which in those former days had not been apparect to her. When Jock began to recall his reminiscences it seemed to her as if she saw once ttiore the white common-place walls of her father's sitting-room rising about her, and heard him laying down the law which she had accepted with such calm. She had seen no difficulty then. She had not even been surprised hj the burden laid Upon her. It had appeared as natural to obey him in matters which concerned large external interests and the well-being of strangers, as it was to till him out a cup of tea. But the interval of time, and the change of position, had made a great difference; and when Jock asked, Are you doing all lie told you ?" the question brought a sudden surging of the blood to her head, which made a singing in her ears and a giddiness in her brain. It seemed to place her in front of something which must interrupt all her life, and put a stop to the even now of her existence. She caught ner breath. Doing all he told me Jock, though he did not mean it, though he really was so changed, became to Lucy a sudden monitor, recalling her as to another world. But the effect though startling was not perma- nent. They began to talk it all over, and by dint of familiarity the impression wore away. The im- piession, but not the talk. It gave the brother and sister just what they wanted to bring back all the habits of their old affectionate, confidential intercourse, a subject upon which they could carry on endless discussions and consuittitiotii, which was all their own like one of those innocent secrets which children delight in, and which, with arms entwined and heads close together, they can carrv on endlessly for days together. They ceased the discussion when Sir Tom appeared, not with any feitr of him as a disturbing influence, but with a tacit understanding that this subject was for them- selves alone. It involved everything; the past ^ith all those scenes of their strange childhood, the homely living, the fantastic possibilities always in the air, the old, de;ir, tender relationship between the two young creatures, who alone belonged to each other. Lucy almost forgot her present self as she talked, and they moved about gethef, the tall boy clinging to her arm as the uttle urchin had done, altogether dependent, yet always with a curious leadership suggesting a thousand things that would not have occurred to her. Lucy had no occasion now for the advic which Jock at eight years old had so freely given her. ?he Jiad her husband to lead and advise her. But In this one matter Sir Tom was put tacitly out of court, and Jock had his old place. It does not matter at all that you have not done anything lately," Jock said; there is plenty ot time—and now that I am to spend all my »^>lidaya here it will be far easier. It was better hot to do things so hastily as you began." But, Jock," said Lucy, we must not deceive ourselves; it will be very hard. People who are ery nice do not like to take the money and those Who are willing to take it-" Does the will say the people are to be nice ?" asked Jock. Then what does that matter? The ^vii] is all against reason, Lucy. It is wrong, yon know. Fellows who know political economy would think we are all mad, for it just gows against it, straight." That is strange, Jock; for papa was very economical. He never could bear waste-he used to say Yes, yes; but political economy means some. thing different. It is a science. It means that you should sell everything as dear as you can, and buy it as cheap as you cau-and never give anything away- "That is dreadful, Jock," said Lucy. It is all very well to be a science, but nobody like our- selves could be expected to act upon It-private people, you know." "There is something in that," Jock allowed; eve are always exceptions. I only want to ^iow y°u that the will being all against rule, it must be hard to carry it out. Don't you do any- iiiing by yourself, Lucy. When you come across &ny case that is promising just you wait till I come, and we'll talk it all over. I don't quite Understand abbut nice people not taking it. ellows 1 know are always pleased with presents— r d tip, nobody refuses a tip. And that 113 just the 8ame sort of thing you know." -Not just the same," said Lucy, for a tip—that °*ean8 a sovereign, doesn't it?" It sometimes means-paper," said Jock with orr.8. solemnity. Last time you came to see me school Sir Tom gave me a liver A—what ?" "Oh, a live pound note," said Jock, with Momentary impatience, the other's shorter to say j Jess fuss. M'Tutor thought he had better not; didn't inind. I don't sye why anybody j °uld mind. There's a fellow 1 know—his father a curate, and there are no end of them, and 'ey've no money. Fellow himself is on the oundation, so he doesn't cost much. Whj they h"ul(Iri't, ttke a big tip from you, who have too I'm sure j can't t«ll—and I don't believe would mind," Jock added, after a pause. Ihis, which would have inspired Lucy in tli'3 a-'s ol her dauntless maidenhood to calculate at j °Ce how much it would take to make this family a £ Py. gave her a little shudder now. 'I don't feel as if I could do it," she said. "I lit found an easier way. People don't Ti • ou a'terwards when you do that for them. earetn i- --they think, why should I have all V3 giVlJ a little thing jike me j i'he easiest way would bs an exam. said j, "Everybody now goes in for exams.; and they passed they would think they had won the a ri ^oney all right." tl)t Pei-hapt, there is something in that, Jock; but is not for young men. It is for ladies 5, P8> or o'd peop"l«., or te. ^ou might let them choose their subjects," the boy. A lady might, do a good paper 0r0l|*—servants, or sewing, or that sort of thing; Vivp ouse-keeping—that would bt all right. Tutor would see the papers ii rJoes he know about housekeeping ?" ,i knows about most things," cued Jock. 1 like to see the thing he didn't know. He 1 the best tcholar we have got; and he's what U call an all-rounj man besides," the boy said, *th pride. adv. 18 nn aN*roun<3 man?" Lucy asked, anpng «' he is tall and slight, so it cannot m appearance." o wilat a lIiuft 3'0U are, Lucy you're awfully ljn al'e a lriUtt. it means a man who thuw5) a* i M'Tutor is more ia.1« A « T* knows "great deal of everything; "1 Jf^l?! i.,Tf [fa>Ino'" Jock added, defiantly. Ww.» t0 tlie l'ano didn't And yet he is so nico," said Lucy, with a gentlc aIr of was endless with sifcht' t'ie.onf?,n»l topic here glided out of vhtuifS i exu'ting gilts of this model of all the hoy, became the theme. This conversation, rOet)Uner' wns ^ut one o*1 many. It >vas tlieir loujj.; • ground, the matter upon which they f,.0 fcach other as of old, two beings separated Uod Wor't'» which wondered at and did not ei'stand them. What a curious office it was for du'1J' favourites of fortune as they seemed, to "Perse aud give away tho foundation of their £ 'o importance! for Jock owed everything to a"d Lucy when she had accomplished this Oect of her existence, and carried out her father's but' w°1.1^ no doubt still be a wealthy woman, jj0 ''ot j11 any respect the great personage she was wJls a view of the matter which never the minds of these two. Their strange 'laC* ma(^e Lucy less conscious of tiie \y fnt6 Persona' advantage which her ironey r' t-lia.ii any other would have done. Slis he^w' lndeed, that there was a great difference >n 7een 'ler ear'y home in Farafield, and the liouse liat %v'lere s'ie had lived with Lady lt0D P'1* and still more, the hall which was her hut siie had been not less but more courted h; worshipped in her lowly estate than in her °ne' Hnt' '.ler Cher's curious philosophy had ctet* her mind and coloured her perceptions. <jju.ll,kd. learned, indeed, to know that there are °u„lties in attempting to e*act the part of Provi- (j, aQJ taking upon herself the task of provi- or 'ier fellow-creatures—but these difficulties ^othing to do with the past that she would iuia seller by this endowment. Perhaps his 1446iladtiun was not lively enough to realise this "Jto °* s'tuati°M- Jock and she ignored it S^ther. As for Jock, the delight of giving was strong in him, and the position was so that it fascinated his boyish imagination. l°f 8UC'1 a Part as that, of Haroun-al- Raschid in PQJJ "e> and change the whole life of whatsoever Vl8j0 c°bbler or fruit-seller attracted him, was a Brovvn of fairyland such as Jock had not yet out- l)ia Hut the chief thing that he impressed on ^er was the necessity of doing nothing by •aid «• "Just wait till we can talk it over," he f0>i two are always better than one, and a it warns a lot at school. You wouldn't think PerliaPs, but there's all sorts there, and you \V'e 1 a when you have your eyes well open. ^oue-h11 over an(* settle if it's good ° "ut don't go and be rash, Lucy, and do « yourself," 8 i!Jn r'rdear- i should be too frightened," tKB., Sa „is was on one of his last days when V were walking together through the shrubbery. by this time, and he might ^Oot shooting partridges with Sir Tom, but to i n°t so much an out-door boy as he ought he preferred walking with his ^1* his arm thrust through hers, his head stoop- ing over her. It was perhaps the last opportunity they would have of discussing their family sec-rels a matter, they thought, which really c< nc?rnecl nobody else, which no one else would CM re to be "roubied with. Perhaps in Lucy's mind there was a sense of unreality in the whole matter but Jock was entirely in earnest, and quite convinced that in such an important business he was his sister's natural adviser and might be of a great deal of use. It was towards evening when they went out, and a red autumnal sunset was accomplishing itself in the west, throwing a gloam as of the brilliant tints which were yet to come on the foliage still green and luxuriant. The light was low and came into Lucy's eyes, who shaded them with her hand. And the paths had a touch of autumnal damp, and a certain mistiness, mellow and golden by reason of the sunshine, was rising among the trees. We will not be hast}* said Jock; we will take everything into consideration, and I don't think you will find so much difficulty, Lucy, when you have mo- I hope not, dear," Lucy said and she began to talk to him about his flannels and other pre- cautions he was to take, for Jock was supposed not to be very strong. He had grown fast, and he was rather weedy and long without strength to support it. "Wehivebuen so happy together," she said. We alway were happy together, Jock. Remember, dear, no wet feet, and as little football as you can help, for my sake." Oh, yes," he said, with a wave of his hand, "all right, Lucy. There is no fear about that. The first thinrj to think of is poor old father's will, and what you are going to do about it. I mean to think out all that about the examination, and I suppose I may speak to M'Tutor "It is too private, don't you think, Jock? Nobody knows about it. It is better to keep it between you and me." 1* I can put it as a supposed case," said Jock, and ask what he would advise—for you see, Lucy, you, and even I, are not very experienced, and M'Tutor he knows such a lot. It would always be a good thing to have hid advice, you know—he There was no telling how long Jock might have one on on this subject. But just at thismoment a quick step came round the corner of a clump of wood, and a hand was laid on the shoulder of ealh: "What are you plotting about P" asked the voice of Sir Tom in their ears. It was a curious sign of her mental condition, which Lucy remembered with shame afterwards without being very well able to account for it, that she suddenly dropped Jock's arm and turned round upon her husband with a quick blush and access of breathing as if somehow, she could not tell how, she had been found out. It had nev<'r occurred to her before, through all those long drawn out consultations, that she was concealing anything from Sir Tom. She dropped Jock's arm as if it hurt her, and turned to her ind in the twinkling of un eye. Jock," she said, quickly, "and I were talking about M'Tutor, Tom." "Ah once landed on that subject and there is no telling when we may come to an end," Sir Tom said, with a laugh; "but never mind, I like you all the better for it, my boy." Jock gave an astonished look at Lucy, a half defiant one at her husband. That was only by the way," he said, lifting up his shoulders with a little air of offence. He did not condescend to any further explanation, but lie walked along by their side with a lofty abstraction, looking at them now ar.d then from the corner of his eye. Lucy had taken Sir Tom's arm, and was hanging upon her tall husband, looking up into his face. The little blush of surprise—or was it of guilt?—with which she had received him was still upon her cheek. She W;S far more animated than usual, almost a little agitated. She asked about the shooting, about the bag and how many brace was to Sir Tom's osvn gun, with that conciliating interest which is one of the signs of a conscious fault; while Sir Tom on his side bending down to his little wife, received all her flatteries with so complacent a smile, and such a beatific belief in her perfect sincerity and devotion, that Jock, look-1 ing on from his superiority of passionless youth, regarded them both with a wondering dis- dain. Why did she make up in that way to her husband, dropping her brother as if she had bi."Mi plotting harm. Jock was amazed, lie could not understand it. Perhaps it was only because lie thus fell in a moment from being the chief object of interest to the position of nobody at all. CHAPTER vr, A SHADOW OF COMING EVENTS. Lucy's mind sustaiued a certain shock when her husband appeared. During her short married life there had not been a cloud, or a shadow of a cloud between them. But then there had been no ques- tion between them, nothing to cause any question, no difference of opinion. Sir Tom had taken all her business naturally into his hands. Whatever sliewisliedshehad--ot-nqy,befoi she expressed this wish it had been satisfied. He had talked to her about everything and she had listened with docile attention, but without concealing the fact that she neither understood nor wished to understand; and he had not only never chided her, but had accepted her indifference with a smilo of pleasure as the most natural thing in the world. He had encouraged her in all her liberal charities, shaking his head and declaring with a radiant face that she would ruin herself, and that not even her fortune would stand it. But the one matter which had given Lucy so much trouble before her marriage, and which Jock had now brought back to her mind, was one that had never been mentioned between them. He had known all about it, and her eccentric proceedings and conflict with her guardians, backing her up, indeed, with mucli laughter, and showing every symptom of amiable amusement; but he had never given any opinion on the subject, nor made the slightest allusion since to this grand condition of her father's will. In the sunny years that were past Lucy had taken no notice of this omission. She had not thought much on the subject herself. She had withdrawn from it tacitly, as one is apt to do from a matter which has been productive of pain and disappoint- ment, and had been content to ignore that portion of her responsibilities. Even when Jock forcibly revived tho subject, it continued without any practical importance, and its existence was a question between themselves to afford material for endless conversation which had been pleasant and harmless. But when Sir Tom's hand was laid on her shoulder, and his cheerful voice sounded in her ear, a sudden shock was given to Lucy's being. It flashed upon her in a moment that this question which she had been discussing with Jock had never been mentioned between her and her husband, and with a sudden instinctive perception she became aware that Sir Tom would look upon it with very different eyes fiom theirs. Site fell. that she had been disloyal to him in having a secret subject of consultation even with her brother. If ho heard he would be displeased, he would be taken by surprise, perhaps wounded, perhaps made angry. In any wise it would intro- duce a new element into their life. Lucy saw with a sudden sensation of fright and pain, an unknown crowd of possibilities which might pour down upon her, were it to be communicated to Sir Tom that his wife and her brother were debating as to a course of action on her part unknown to him. All this occurred in a moment, and it was not anv lucid and real perception of difficulties, but only a sudden alarmed compunctious con- sciousness that filled her mind. She fled as it were from the circumstances which made these horror3 possible, hurrying back into her former attitude with a penitential urgency. Jock, indeed, was very dear to her, but he was no more than second, nay he was but third, in Lady Randolph's heart. Her husband's supremacy he could not touch, and though he had been almost her child in the old days, yet he was not, nor ever would be, her child in the same ineffable sense as little Tom was, who was her very own, the centre of her life. So ?he ran away, so to speak, from Jock with a real panic and clung to her husband, conciliating, nay almost wheedling him, if we may use the word, with a curious feminine instinct, to make up to him for the momentary wrong she had done and which he was not aware of. Sir Tom himself was a little surprised by the warmth of the reception she gave him. Her interest in his shooting was usually very mild, for she had never been able to get over a iitue nuiiui SUB lIaU, aue, pernaps, to her bour- geois training, of tho slaughter of birds. He glanced at the pair with an unusual perception that there was something here more than met the eye. You have been egging her up to some rebel- lion," he said Jock, you villain, you have been hatching treason behind my back!" He said this with one of those cordial laughs which nobody could refrain from joining-full of good humour and fun, and a pleased consciousness that to teach Lucy to rebel would be beyond anyone's power. At any other moment she would have taken the accusation with the tranquil smile which was Lucy's usual reply to her husband's pleasantries; but this time her laugh was a little strained, and the warmth of her denial, "No, no, there has been no treason," gave the slightest jar of surprise to Sir Tom. It sounded like a false note in the air; he could not understand what it could mean. Jock went away tho next day. He went with a basket of game for M'Tutor and many nice things for himself, and all the attention and care which might have been his had lie been the heir instead of only the young brother and dependent. Lucy herself drove in with him to Farafield to see him off, and Sir Tom, who had business in the little town and meant to drive back with his wife, ap- peared on the railway platform just in time to say good-bye. Now, Lucy, you will not forget," were Jock's hst words as he looked out of the window, when the train was already in motion. Lucy nodded and smiled, and waved her hand, but she did not make any other reply. Sir Tom said too- thing until they were driving along tho stubble fieldsin the afternoon sunshine. Lucy lay back in her corner with that mingled sense of regret and relief with w liich, when wo are very happy at home, we see a guest go away—a gentle sorrow to part, a soft pleasure in being once more restored to the more intimate circle. She had not shaken off those impressions of guiltiness, but now it was over, and nothing further could be said on the subject for a long time to come— What is it, Lucy, that you are not to forgot ?" She roused herself up, and a warm flush of colour came to her face. Oh, nothing, Tom, a little thing we were consulting about. It was Jock that brought it to my mind." "1 think it must bo a httle mors than just a little thing. Mayn't I hear what this secret is?" OJ), it is nothing, Tom," Lady Randolph re- peated and then she sat UD erect and said, I must not deceive you. It is not merely a small matter. Still it is just between Jock and me. It was about papa's will, Tom." Ah! that is a large matter. I don't quite see how that can be between you and Jock, Lucy. Jock has very little to do with it. I don't want to find fault, my dear, but I think, as an adviser, you will find me better than Jock." "I know you are far better, Tom. You know more than both of us put together." That would not bo very difficult," he said, with a smile. Perhaps this calm acceptance of the fact nettled Lucy. At least she said, with a little touch of spirit, And yet I know something about our kind of people better than you will ever do, Tom." Lucy, this is a wonderful new tone. Perhaps you may know better, but. I am doubtful if you understand the relation of things as well. What is it, my dear ?-that is to say, if you like to tell me, for I am not going to force your confidence." f "Tom-oh, dear Tom ? It is not that. It is ather that it was something to talk to Jock about. He remembers everything. When papa was making that will "here Lucy stopped and sighed. It had not been doing her a good service to make her recollect that will which had enough in it to make her life wretched, though that as yet nobody knew. He recollects it all," she said. He used to hear it read out. He remembers everything." i suppose, then," said Sir Tom, with a pecu- liar smile, there is something in particular which he thought you were likely to forget?" Here Lucy sighed again. I am afraid I had forgotten it. No, not forgotten, but-I never knew verv well what to do. Perhaps you don't, remember, either. It is about giving the money away." Sir Tom was a far more considerable person in every way than the little girl who was his wife, and who was not clever nor of any great account apart from her wealth. She was devoted to him, so that he could have very little fear how any conflict should end when he was on one side, if all the world were on the other. But, perhaps, he had been spoiled by Lucy's entire agreement and consent to whatever he pleased to wish, so that his tone was a little sharp, not so good- humoured as usual, but with almost a sneer in it when he replied quickly, not leaving her a mo- ment to get her breath, I see, Jock, having inspi- ration from the fountain head, was to be your guide in that." She looked at him alarmed and penitent, but re- proachful. I would have done nothing, I could have done nothing, oh, Tom without you." It is very obliging of you, Lucy, to say so nevertheless, Jock thought himself entitled to re- mind you of what you had forgotten, and to offer himself as your adviser. Perhaps M'Tutor was to come in, too," he said. with a laugh. Sir Tom was not immaculate in point of temper any more than other men, but Lucy had never suffered from it before. She was frightened, but she did not give way. The colour went out of her chreks, but there was more in her than mere insipid submission. She looked at her husband with a certain courage, though she was so pale, and felt so profoundly the disuieasure which she had never encountered before. I don't think you should speak like that, Tom. I have done nothing wrong. I have only been talking to my brother (If-of-a thing that nobody cares about but him and me in all the world." And that is Doing what papa wished," Lucy said in a low voice. A little moisture stole into her eyes. Whether it came because of her father, or because husbnnd.<pok<! sharply to her, it perhaps would have been difficult to say. This made Sir Tom ashamed of his ill-humour. It was cruel to be unkind to a creature su gentle, who was not used to be foupd fault with; and vet ho felt that for Lucy to set up an independence of any kind was a thing to be crushed in 1 he bud. A man may have the most liberal principles about women, and yet feel a natural indi;rn -,rion when his own wife shows signs of desiring to act for herself; and, besides, it was not to be endured that a boy and girl conspiracy should be hatched under his very nose to take the disposal of an important sum of money out of his hands. Such an idea was not only ridiculous in itself, but apt to make him ridiculous, a man who ought to be strong enough to keep the young ones in order. My dear," he said, "I have no wish to speak in any way that vexes you; but I see no reason you can have- at least I hope there has been nothing in my conduct to give you any reason—to with- draw your confidence from me and give it to Jock." Lucy did not make him any reply. She looked at him pathetically through the water in her eyes. If she had spoken she would have cried, and this in an open carriage, with a village close at hand, and people coming and going upon the road. was not to be thought of. By the time she had mastered herself Sir Tom had cooled down, and he was ashamed of having made Lucy's lips to quiver and taken away her voice. That was a very nasty thing to say," he said, wasn't it, Lucy ? I ought to be ashamed of myself. Still, my little woman must remember th;lt I am too fond of her to let her have secrets with anybody but me." And with this he took the hand that was nearest to him into both of his and held it close, and throwing a temptation in her way which she could not resist, led her to talk of the baby and forget everything else except that precious little morsel of humanity. He was far cleverer than Lucy he could make her do whatever he pleased. No fear of any opposition, any setting up of her own will against his. When they got home he gave her a kiss, and then the momentary trouble was all over. So he thought, at least. Lucy was so little and gentle and fair that she appeared to her husband even younger than she was, and she was a great deal younger than himself. He thought her a sort of child-wife, whom a little scolding or a kiss would altogether sway. The kiss had been quite enough hitherto. Perhaps, since Jock had come upon the scene, a few words of admonition might prove now and thon necessarv, but it would be cruel to be hard upon her, or do more than let her see what his pleasure was. But Lucy was not what Sir Tom thought. She could not endure that there should be any shadow between her husband and herself, but her mind was not satisfied with this way of settling an im- portant question. She took his kiss and his apology quietly, but if anything had been wanted to im press more deeply upon her mind the sense of a duty before her, of which her husband did not approve, and in doing which she could not have his heh), it would have been this little episode altogether. Even little Tom did not efface this im- pression from her mind. At dinner she met hot- husband with her usual smile, and even assented wh, he remarked upon the pleasantness of find- ing themselves again alone together. There had been other guests besides Jock, so that the remark did not offend her; but yet Lucy was not quite like herself. She felt it vaguely, and he felt it vaguely, and neither was entirely aware what it was. In the morning, at breakfast, Sir Tom received a foreign letter, which made him start a little. He started and cried, "Hullo!" then, opening it, and finding two or three closely-scribbled sheets, gave way to a laugh. Here's literature!" he said. Lucy, who had no jealousy of his correspondents, read her own calm little letters, and poured out the tea, with no particular notion of her husband's interject ions. It did not even move her curiosity that the letter was in a feminine hand, and gave forth a faint perfume. She reminded him that his tea was getting cold, but otherwise took no notice. One of her own letters was from the Dowager Lady Randolph, full of advice about the babv. Mrs. Russell tells me that Katie's i Mldren are the most lovely babies that ever were seen; will not let them wear shoes to spoil their feet, and other vagaries of that kind. I hope, my dear Lucy, that you are not fanciful about little Tom," Ladv Randolph wrote. Lucy read this very coinposedlv. and smiled at the suggestion. Fanciful ? Oh, no, she was not fanciful about him—she was even silly, Lucy thought. She was capable of allowing that other babies might be lovely, though why the feet of Katie's children should be ot so much im- portance she allowed to herself she could not see. She was roused from these tranquil thoughts by a little commotion on the other side of the table where Sir Tom had just thrown down his letter. He was laughing and talking to himself. Wily' shouldn't she come if she likes it ?" he was saying. "Lucy, look here, since you have set up a con- fidant, I shall have one, too," and with that Sir Tom went into an immoderate fit of laughter The letter scattered upon the table all opened out, two large foreign sheets, looked endless. Nobody had ever written so much to Lucy in all her life. She could see it was largely underlined and full of notes of admiiation and interrogation, altogether an out-of-the-way epistle. Was it possible that Sir Tom was a little excited as well as amused ? He put his roll upon a hot plate, and began to cut it with his knife and fork in an absence of mmd which was not usual with him, and at intervals of a minute or two would burst out with his long "Ha. ha," again. "That will serve you out, Liucy," ne said, with a shout, 11 i set up u con- fidant, too." (To he continued.)



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