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—!■ i. J8. ) ALL RIGHTS R ESBEVED.] lIARD TO WIN, ft BY ^OHGE MANVXLLE FENN, **h'tGr of "Ship Ahoy," "Dutch the Diver, The Foundry Belle, dec., etc. tIlE STORY OF °ST RANGE LIVES. THE STORT 1850.— STRANGE LIVES. -0- CHAPTER XXXVI.—STRANGE EVIDENCE. « w..s a st.ran<,re night that, and seemed as if ita ^jbles were to have no end. j.*rank Morrison made a dash for the second but two of tho frightened servants ran in, J?]j with their help the young man was secured iiolti down till the arrival of the nearest a messenger having been also sent for {r?ct°r Sfconor, ho arrived a couple of hours y t, and between them the excitement of the husband was somewhat allayed, though he Eo>v half- nad. was the old story—days and days of heavy g °f stimulants, nnd the fevered madness that J^er.dh- comes in its wake had seized upon an too excited brain and it was only by the of the strongest measures that the medical were able to restrain their patient's violence. j. "leanwliile Torn was busy trying to'obtaiu some tnfr information, after seetuj; his father com- settled dom in the study with a good and a pint bottle of port. ^May—may I have 'em, Tom, my boy?" he d. res, old gentlemon," said Tom. "Mamma T?a% is ill now, "and won't interfere, and if it j?Ve.s you a few twinges of the gout, hang it all, he a counter irritant." 'ihia was after Lady Denver had been assisted to her room by Tryphie, who had however ,,n topped for a moment by Tom. "lfold un, my little lassie," he said pressing j*r hand. Hang me if you aren't the only one with a head upon your shoulders. You must ejp me all you can." I will Tom," she said, returning^ the pres- T^re ami Tom felt that Captain Garland's pre- ^ntiona from that moment were east to the winds. t One moment, Tryphie," whispered Tom as dy Denver was moaning on the stairs, half-way the first flight of which she was seated, with head resting on Justine's shoulder. You Ink there's no mistake—Clary has bolted." t Yes, I have been to her room, and she has ken her little Russia bag." fc*' But you don't believe this absurd nonsense that thev h.ive got hold of?" 'I can't, Tom," she said, but Clary has been '[y strange in her ways for some time past." Enon;h to make her," said Tom. "The old would drive me mad if she had her own way me. There, be off and get her upstairs to while I see what's to be done." iVyijhie went up, and Tom entered the dining- developing an amount of firmness and au- g°f;ty that astonished the servants, and startled butler into a state of abnormal activity. Now, Robins," he said, "who's with Mr Mor- ton?" « ^Edward and Thomas, sir." j. That's right. Now look here of course you low this absurd statement that has been going °Und the house, find that it's all nonsense 'Well, sir," said the butler, "Miss Hetley has j^onraged that sort of man about the place j."Confound you for a great pompous, out-of- wery fool, "cried Tom,bringing his hand down with teCrashuDon the table. "There, fetch all the ^ants in, quick." i ■bobbins stared, and felt disposed to give notice t. 'eave upon the spot, but Tom's way mastered .If11' and, feeling "all of a work," as he confided ^erwards to the cook, he hurried out, and soon the whole staff was assembled in the disiing- Justine having been fetched from her lady- <P'S side. Now then," cried Tom, opening his informal ^•"t. "Who knows anything about this." Please, sir, cried her ladyship's little foot j a snub-nosed youth florid with buttons, and aJl 'ram stolen sweets, "I see a man playing the outside to-night." you did yesterday and the day before." 10 Yes, sir," said the boy eagerly, "and Iheard lIhody go out." (j Did you ? said Tom, politely. "Now, look Vrhe' my boy if you dare to open that mouth of an(j ge(. chattering this monstrous piece of )1) 1018ense to people, I'll—I'll, hang me, I'll cut ears off." 6 b°y ducked and held an arm up, as if he tjV^cfced to be attacked at once, and ended by *i ln? refuge behind his best friend and greatest f.^y-to wit, the cook. ««jykpeak some of you, will you ?" cried Tom. any one Bee my sister go out ?" you please, sir," said the housemaid, if I ^y make so bold «« *es," said Tom, with sarcastic politeness, may make so bold. Now go on." « W H' I'm sure," muttered the woman. 6iJ)i a*r'" sa^ s'iei I was going upstairs to- and I heard my young mistress sobbing <^ly in her room." said Tom, and you stopped to q en" Which I wouldn't bemean myself to do any- wilf of the kind, sir," said the woman, with a toss J" the head but certainly she was crying, and ^°n after I was leaning out of the second floor "ndow, it being very 'ot indoors, and we've been &JK>d deal 'arrissed lately by her ladyship." ,'ft°on," said Tom impatiently. Which I am, sir, as fast as I cm," crid the Kenttem "and there was that tall handsome Italian disguiseo°°k thinks is a furrin* nobleman in YVs »»•H'JS 0n his instrument. "And gaH rom, sarcastically, him J of a sudden he stops, sir, and I see fro down the hairy." • „ X yfcs, of course,1" said Tom. f( And then there was a lot of whispering." (< If. t sa,'j Tom, oh, ah, of course." And that S all- sir. nnlj; iTitr jmnnflf mi "asti't in the room when I came back." u No w then, all of you," cried Tom, "once for 7?' this absurd rumour is one of the most ridi- wlous—'What's that you say 1" he cried sharply, heard a whisper. I was a saying to Mamselle Justme that my ia(Jy was always encouraging them men sir,said the housemaid, "and that if I'd one of the spying sort I might have seen « 'Poor thing" said the cook, loudly. "She has J.1* drove to it." Silence!" roared Tom. How dare you ?" i_ Which there are times, sir, when one roust £ ?aV said the cook, who had evidently been ratling her nerves with something potent. I've a deal in my time, and there's no doubt about j!* We're all very sorry for you, sir, but we all Sut*8 ^hat my young lady's been drove to go away ,that dark young man." > It is not true," said a sharp voica j and .Ustine stepped forward to the table with her eyes flashing, her white teeth set, so that she r* the words as they came through, and In her jj^'tement and championship of her young ^tress, becoming exceedingly French. "I it is not true. You canaille, you, your silly talk about ze organiste. It is a He j* great lie to say such vicked, cruel thing of my j* great lie to say such vicked, cruel thing of my •K4' y°un £ mistress. Ah, bah that for you all," tn i Cried, snapping her fingers, "you big silly J*?*8, all the whole of you. What, my young "Ustress go to degrade herself wis one evasion, r^ttie ca! She could it not?do. Sare, I am J^gry—;t makes me folle to hear you talk. I say Hot true." t .Damme, you're a trump, Justice," cried Tom, .Cl.tedly, as he caught her haud and wrung it. are right. She would not degrade herself that-" 4i They are stupide," said Justine, sharply. .Yes," cried Tom, "and mind this: any one ho dares to put about such a disgraceful scandal who's this?" 1 There was a loud ring just then, and the butler wok«d in a scared way at Tom. go and open it," he said. .The next minute there were voices_ and steps 22*rd in the hall, and directly after Sir Grantley filters came in, followed by a policeman, and a /^o»fed, dirty-looking little man, whose toes out in rows from his boots, and who held r1 his hand a very battered brimless hat, which he ??Pt rubbing when he was not engaged in pulling forelock to first one servant and then another, i 'Oh, here you are," said Tom, sliarply, as the i^onet advanced. "She's gone off with Huish, f^n't she ?" i "N—no," said the baronet, dejectedly. CI I nted him out—followed hiiri from place to place th this policeman. He's been with Morrison 1 the evening, and he's now back at the club, J)lYing whist." 1-0" Then it's as I say," exclaimed Tom, speaking ndly, for the baronet looked terribly cut up. «rank Morrison's had another upset with my Renée"- "Has he ?" said Sir Grantley, dolefully, as if it "idn't matter to him, the least in life. "Yes," said Tom and she's left her home." c, Oh f" said the baronet. f,. "Well, Oluu't jo-a coc," orio-1 Tom. Sho ani ^»ary have gone together somewhere. No," said Sir Grantley, sadly. I uou't see." "Then you're a bigger fool than I took you for," Tom, sharply. "Now then, what do *now about it ?" he cried to the policeman. But a moment. Here, the whole pack of you, J'ear out. And mind this: Mademoiselle JustinS S right. Thank yon, Justine. Go to her lady* 'hip now. I shan't forget this." 1 The Frenchwoman bowed and smiled, and drew skirts aside as she swept out of the room, ^hile the rest of the servants shuffled out in An f^kward fashion, as if everyone were eager not to last. "Now then," cried Tom to the policeman, as She baronet went to the chimney-piece to r$«t head upon his hand, whv are you comet" "This gentleman, sir," said the constable, Odding his head at Sir Grantley, asked 111t tØ e up the case. Beep Investigating, and I've "Jot some strange evidence, J V What is it ?" cried Tom. ..The constable led the way into the hall, where jhepe was a rush, for the servants had beefl stand- 5 £ g gazing at something new the door. P?' Thought I'd take a look round, sir. said the jpQstable, "to see if there wW Anything in th« of a clue, and I found this,' Ifia pointed to an oblong chest, covered with ?*9«n baize, and with a Cduple of broad leather ^faps aoross it. "Why it's an organ," said Tom. j Yes, sir," said the constable nodding. That's fut about what it is,'1 stared at the man, and tha man stared at om, and then they returned to the dining-room. Where was it ? said Tom, shortly, „ Just underneath the Area steps, sir, close agin •he dust bin," said the constable. „ 'Ought to have been in it," cried Tom, sharply. Now who'§ this fellow r' jThe ragged man, who had been standing on one jS with the foot of the other against his knee, ■joking like a dilapidated crane, put his foot down, d began to make tugs at his hair. w. Bed parding, sir, on'y a poor man, sir. Been «*9kin' up a job or two, fetching up kebs and ker- ^ages^ sir—party, sir, over at three 'undred and sir. I was a waitin' about atore the swells |*ffan to coma, when I see3 a big tal) man a J*ngin' about, lookin' as if there was soinething so I goes into the doorway lower down, and w&tches on him." "Had he got an organ with hira ?" said Tom 6 I lie'erd one a playin' just afore, sir, and then I see him a leaning agin the hairy railings, aud arter a bit he seemed to chuck somethin up agm the winder, and then walks off. Well, go on, my man," said Tom, eagerly. Then I didn't think more on it, sir, till all at once I sees a hansome come up and stop at the corner and this same chap gets out, and that made me feel wild-like, and take notice, 'cause it seemed as if I ought to have looked out sharper, and got the job." All right; go on." cried Torn. Well sir, then he goes away and the keb waits and he walks by this here house, and begins whistling this here as I've often heard them orgm 8rTheelma1nysucked in his cheeks, and whistled three or four bars of the prison song in Trovatare. Then, as I kep my hye on him, I sees the front door open quietly, and a lady come out in a ong cloak and she seemed as if she was gom to f^int awav. but he lutciiea her tight, and half ri/na her along to wheer the keb was a standin, S irLlyfor him i» time, hoi Jin, my arm over the wheel so as to keep the lady's dress OU^Yes0yes cried Tom, for the man, who had keut o'i'polishing his hat, dropped it and picked it up hastily, to begin repohstnng it. Well sir, she was a crym like one 0 clock-m hi disteriks like—and he says something to her in a furren languidge, and then, as he gets in he says, Take keer, he says, called her oy her name bk"'Name ? What name ? cried Tom, eagerly. Well vou see gov'nor it sounded luce Bella Meer, or Mee—her—' Take keer, Bella, Mee her,' he says, just like that." s., Bella mia," muttered Tom. "Yes sir, that's it, air: that were the young name and then he jumps in, and I shoves down the apron, and he pokes the trap-door open, and away they goes down the Place like one o'clock." Well ?" said Tom. # That's about all gov'nor," said the man, look- ing into his dilapidated hat, and then lifting and peeping inside the lining, as if he expected to find some more there. No, i aint," said the constable, come now. He gave you something, didn't he ?" "Well s'pose he did, said the man, sulkily; "That aint got nothing to do with it, 'ave it? The gent don't want to rob a pore man of his 'ard earnin's, do he?" What did he give you, my man r said Tom, eagerly. "There, there, show me. Not that it matters." Yes, sir, excuse me, but it does matter, said the constable. Now then, out with it," The man thrust his hand very unwillingly into his pocket, and brought out what looked like a small shilling, which was eagerly snatched by Tom. "Vittoria Emanuele—Lira—Why, constable, it's an Italian piece I" "That's so, sir," said the constable. "There, be off with you; there's half-a-crown for vou said Tom. "Constable," he cried, as the latter closed the door on the walking rag-bag, '4 quick, not a moment to bt? lost,^ Xii&t cabman s number, and as soon as you can. t "Eioht sir; that's first job," said the con- stable." "You'll be here?" "Yes, till you come back. Spare no expense to get that number." The constable was off almost before the words had left his lips, and as the door closed Tom turned to Sir Grantley, who still stood with his head leaning upon his hand.. Now, then," he said, what are you going to do ?" Don't know," was the reply. It looks bad," said Tom, "but I won't believe No—poor girl," said the baronet, sadly—" I'm beginning to think she didn't care for me, don t you know." Tom stared at him wonderingly. Are you going to help me run them down ? "Yas—no—I don't know," said the baronet. I suppose I ought to shoot that fellow—Belgium or somewhere—if there is a fellow. But I don t think there is." You don't ?" said Tom. "No," said the baronet, slowly. "Thought it was John Huish—s'pose she did care for John Huish—blackleg don't you know. Doosid glad it isn't—poor girl." But you heard ? She must have gone off with somebody. You know what the people think. If it is so, she must be saved at all costs." "Yas—of course," said the baronet, sadly; but—don't think it. Miss Hetley was a lady- she couldn't stoop to it—no—couldn't—ahe'd sooner have married me." Wilters," said Tom, holding out his hand and speaking huskily, "thank you for that. We never liked one another, and I've been a con- founded cad to you sometimes; but—but—you— you're a gentleman, Wilters, a true gentleman." They shook hands in silence, and then Tom said, eagerly, You'll come with me." "Ya8—no," said the baronet, quietly. It's best not. All been a mistake, poor girl. I've been thinking about it all, and it wasn't like she'd care for me. Lady Denver is very flattering and kind, but I've driven your poor sister away. I think I'll go home now," "Perhaps you are right," said Tom, quietly. very awkward," continued the baronet. Things have gone so far. But I ought to have known better. Could you—a soda and brandy, Tom—this has shaken me a bit—I'm rather faint." The cellaret was open, stimulants having been fetched from it for her ladyship's use. and Tom hastily poured out some spirit into on of the glasses on the side-board, and handed it to the baronet. "Thanks." he said—"better now, I think 11'11 go home and bowing quietly to Tom, he jslowly left the house. CHAPTER XXXVII.—DOOTOK STONOR'S OPINION. "Poor old Wiltera," said Tom, as the baronet left the house "I didn't think that he was such a thorough gentleman. But this won't do II Tom was thoroughly wound up by the excite- ment, and the feeling that everything now do. pended upon him, that he seemed to forget that there was such a thing as fatigue. "Now guV'nor," he said, hurrying into the library, where the old man had finished his port and cigar. and then laid his head upon his hand to sit and think of the little fair haired girl who had played about his krees, and who had, as it were, been driven from him, to go—whither ? who could tell? „ "Eh? yes, Tom," said the old man. Quick as lightuing, father. Clean linen and socks, brush and shaving tackle in a email bag, and we're off—pursuit.' II Pursuit, Tom, eh ? Do you mean me 1" "Yes you, of course," said Tom. "Hadn't—hadn't her ladyship better go, Tom?" said his lordship, feebly, Hang it, no, father. You and I go to. 1 » gS" But—but—but, Tom," faltered the old man and there was a lingering look of hope in his pathetic face, It isn t so bad as I thought, is it?" 1 don't know, father, 'pon my soul, I can't Bay," said Tom. W e'11 see. Poor Clary has been driven to this mad step by her ladyship, and it is possible—mind I only say possible—that she may have preferred to accompany-no, d: n it all I'm as mad as she is: even Wilters don'): be- lieve it. Father, no I no I I no 111 Wilters is ritfht my sister Clare would not stoop to take such a step. She is a true lady. Then there's Ren^e "Yes, Tom, God bless her, she is," faltered the old man, "and I shan-shall about break my heart if I'm to lose both my darlings," ( "Come father, come father," aaid the young huskily. This is no time for tears, you must act Yes, and in future too. You see what giving way to her ladyshiu has done." Yes, yes, mv son," said the old man. I'll tvbel—I'll strike'for freedom." Tom smiled sadly as he gazed at his father; and then he rang the bell, which was responded to promptly t}jree(» said Tom, How's Mr uttle quieter, sir. Doctor Stoner is with bI "Send up and ask her ladyship if she can see us. Then put a change of linen m one valise for his lordship aftd for myself." The butler bowed, and returned at the end of five minutes to say that her ladyship was sitting up in her boudoir if they would join her. Her ladyship looked really ill as she sat there tended by Tryphie and Justine, and the latter moved towards the door. You need not go, Justine," said Tom, quietly, and the Frenchwoman's eyes sparkled at this token of confidence is she resumed her place by ^°Tom mailed the change in his mother, and he was ready to condole with her, but she swept his kind intentions to the winds by exclaiming: Oh Tom, I can never show my face in society apain. Your two wicked, wicked sisters, after the brilliant matches I bad made for them. They've broken my poor, poor bleeding heart." "Poor old ladyt" said Tom, bursting into a sarcastic fit in his rage at her selfishness and utter disregard for the fate of her children, But w,want; some money to go in search of Money cried her ladyship. Searoh ? Not a penny. The wicked creatures. And to-morrow. Suoh a brilliant match. Oh that wicked girl 1" "No, no," said Tom, "it was to be to-day, But don't fret, mia oara madre, as we say in Italian. It Is only a change. A fine handsome son-in-law, Italian too. You ought to be proud of him "Tom I"cried her ladyship. "Oh Monsieur Thomas, it is not so," cried Justine', shaking her head. •1 Qh yes," cried lom, sarcastically. r: Such a nice change. Yon adore music, mamma, and the signor can attend reunion with his in. 8t*?|wVoii are killing$*. Oh that I was ever a mother. Anthony, if any of my brothers Jiad gpdken So to dear mamma, papa would have felled him to the ground.' "It will be grand," said Tom, rubbing his hands. I. Clare can slog too, and take a turn at the handle when the signor gete tfred, "Take what moijey you want. Tom," Bobbed hap ladyship, and she handed her keys. Tom smiled grimly, topk the keys, ànd did take what money he wanted frolft a slhall cabinet on the side table. "Where—where are you Kotngt" sighei her ladyship. "Where 1" said Tom. U everywhere. To bunt out the two poor girls, and bring them back home." "No, no, Tom, impossible-impossible," cried her ladyship. H W 8'11 see about that," said Tom Now father, come alongand the douple descended to the dining-room. "I say,'dried a familiar yoioe } and Doctor Stonor followed them downstairs, Wd'i doctor, how's your man ?" Bett«r,' was the reply; but I say, Lord Anthony — my dear Tom, this is ead news about Ren^e and Clare. You don't think they have"—— No, don't, said Tom, snappishly j "and look here, doctor, if any one repeats that confounded absyrd story to vou about the Italian, knock him down—no, poison him, that's more in your line. Don't believe it," < ■ I don't think it's at all likely that I should, said the doctor, quietly. "Poor little lassies Matters must have been rather hard for them to make them leave their homes in so strange a wav." "There, for heaven's sake, doctor, hold your tongue," said Tom, who was rapidly walking up and down the dining-room, and occasionally glancing from the window at the gas-lit street, "Do you want to get me for one of your in. mates ? "No, no," my dear boy," said the doctor, II I only want to help you. I'm more troubled than you think about those girls. Is there any place where they would be likely to go ?" "Can't think of any," said Tom. •'Your uncle's ?" (To be continued.)

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