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NEW SHORT STORIES. The Story of the Golden Angel. BY HENRY HERMAN. author of "Eagle Joe," "A Leading Lady,' "Scarlet Fortune," "Hearts of Gold and ,Hearts of Steel," A King in Bohemia," Tune's Whirligig," "For Old Vir- ginia," Joint author of One Traveller Returns," "The Bishop's Bible," "Wild Darrie," "The Silver King," "Claudian," etc., etc. She was only a. flower girl, and a very little one &t that. though she was past seventeen years of age. Not too rosy, nor too chubby either, but pale beneath her freckles, with big grey eyes that seemed to try to glitter brightly, but most likely Cad forgotten how to do 30 since she was a baby. A pleasant face, childish—impish if you like—if not over clean, with tousled hair which varied between auburn and red as the snn shone upon it, or the London smirchy grey prevailed. A frail little creature, thinly and poorly clad in spite of the howling April wind that cut lound corners and rushed along the street, gathering up the dust and hurling it into people's faces—a bleak Unmannerly wind that made the wayfarers wish themselves at home, and sent the little flower girl shivering and shaking into a nook in the wall, where a great towering column sheltered them from the cold. She had just sold a small bouquet to a gentle- TOan. The gentleman had been very unkind, and had nearly made her cry. He was n. tall, rather Jood-looking man, with fierce black eyes and a olack moustache, such as she had seen the fiends to the pantomime wear. He had pulled her lowers about, and had spoiled one of her prettiest yeses, and thrown it back into the basket. He had eaid that this one was faded, and that one not worth picking up in the street, although she had oought all only that very morning-very, very .«trly that morning—at Covent Garden Market. Had business been better she would have told him chat be did not know his own mind, that her 3owers were nice-s nice as anv in the Strand- bat she had had no customers that day, and had JIOt taken a copper before that gentleman came and although she had to suppress her sobs, and felt a ball rising to her throat as the geivtleman handled her rosebuds so roughly, she forebora And said nothing, and was very glad indeed *hen he flung a handful of coppers into her hand and went away. The lady who was with the gentleman bad re- proached the man for being so unkind to the little girl. She had said that the flowers were very pretty, at\d she liked them and the little iiower girt—Tom, they called her—had thought her a very beautiful lady indeed. And as she came to think of & she remembered that she had seen that lady's Jikeness at the print shop further down the Strand, where they exhibited the photgraphs of ladies—of great ladies—of queens and actresses —of singers and duchesses. Yes, she was sure she bad seen that lady's portrait there—that kind, lovely ladyV. And as sii a was shrinking in her corner to keep out of the w ay of the cold blast that scoured the pavement, she looked at the handful of coppers which the gentleman had given her. Lo and behold Aiz.ong the bronze there was something that shone "ellow-a golden coin, a golden coin larger than a sovereign, nearly as large as the coppers among; which it lay. A spurious coin. It had two holes in it—one at each side—little holes such as a man: might bore through the coin to hang it on his watch chain. And she stood look- ing at the coin in a quaint amazement, forgetting for the moments where she was, and what she was doing—a goldeti coin was so much out of her way. She had never had one in her life but once, and that was A half sovereign which she had been compelled to change the moment she had got it. Hal!o What you got there ?' Tom looked up in a fright. The voice was fruff and harsh. A big1, roughly-bearded police- man was standiaj? ill front of her, with his Ieg3 apart, and his haiids behind his back, scowling at her. "Well, what ye got there?" he repeated. Ain't you got a tongue ?" "I don't know what it is, Mr Policeman," fom replied with a slight shiver. It was so cold, aid the policeman's voice sounded so severe. "Don't know wiiat you've got! That's a nice «le, ain't it! Foric it over." Without waiting- he stretched out a hand and iook the coin. "Gold!" he said,, "furrin'gold!" He looked .poor Tom squarely 111 the face. And where did Ie get that from, p iease ? he asked. "A gentleman that bought a flower gave it to :"8 among his coppers," Tom answered faintly. "Oh exclaimed the constable. "Agennel- ooan give it to you. And where's the gennel- man, if you don't mivjd He's gone, sir. I can't see him any more, sir." Hooky Walker exclaimed the constable. You'll have to try .and make the inspector believe that. You cooi€> along o' me." Where do you want me to go to ?" whimpered Tom. I haven't done anything, I assure you, air. A gentleman gave me the coin, and it isn't my fault chat he gave it to me." Yw pitch that lyoBnih.to the inspector," said the constable. You oouie along o' me to Bow- street," A orowd had begun to collect by this time. A rough crowd—boys, and ■otli^(flower girls, and men, and they all stared at her and glared at her. What's up ?" asked them. II Slae's a thief, I suppose stole something," suggested another. Not much good, else they wouldn't take her to Bow-street," thought another. Tom heard all the remarks, and her little heait quivored within her. Times were bad enough, and she had sold only one little bouquet, and the afternoon was coming on when customers would be plentiful; and she would lose the best part of that time. And then the shame of it. She had never done wrong in hf?r life. She had starved many a day, but she had never taken anything that did not belong to her, and now she was to be dragged through the streets like a. thief. She commenced to cry, and the tears ran down her cold oheeks. Oh, don't take me to the station, Mr Police- man," she s;aid. "I don'i want the money. I didn't ask for it, and Ididn't know I'd got it until just then." II You go and tell that to the inspector," insisted the officer, and no nonsense, now. Just skip along." The way seertred so long. She knew every bouse on the roadr and there bad never seemed to her so many horses to pass before she arrived at Bow-street pcliaa-statrion. The streets appeared to her fuller than ever they had been—more people in them and all of them staring at her, and all of them trying to look into her face. Another pickpocket taken to Bow-street," she heard one woman say. Oh, that's Tom," another voice exclaimed. they've caught her all last; she who pretends to be so straight." The station at last. The wind had been so cutting, andHhe crowd that had followed; poor Tom had so pushed against her, and in her endeavour to protecll her basket, her clothing had become disordered, and they bad said so many spiteful things about her that she was glad when the station-door was shut behind iter. The big room with its whitewashed walls wd glowing hearth lire, seemed quite cheery and somelike in comparison with the chill street. On a high stool, at a desk in the corner, sat the inspector. He did not seem at all a harsh man, as be looked her straight in the face while the con- stable told him what he knew and gave him the golden coin. .ø Do you know the girl ?" he asked. Ob, yes," replied the constable, she's one of the regular flower girls." And where do you live, young woman ?" he asked Tom. In Bedfordbury," was the bear-brokea reply. In Bedfordbury. Where ?" At Mrs Rafferley's whelk shop." Nice place that for a young woman to live "to," he exclaimed. I can't help it, sir," rejoined Tom, sobbing her hardest. Trade is so bad, and it isn't every where they'll take a young woman in who to be up at four and five o'clock in the morning." "Do you know anything ajboub her?" the in- spector asked the constable. Nothing agin her so far," was the answer. "You had better send for Berwick," said the inspector. The constable left the place and returned a few moments afterwards with a tall man in ordinary clothing. The man had a thin, sharp face, a shrewd face. Here, Berwick," said the inspector, when the man had stepped near, do you know anything *tkH)Mhi$ £ £ } ?" Oh, it's Tom," replied the detective. She's all right. What have you been up to now f he added, turning to the poor girl. I've done nothing, sir," Top cried, nothing, M all; and I'm gniri £ TO lose my afternoon's work, and they've spoilt half my flowers, and they've torn my dress, all because a gentleman gave me a golden coin that I didn't want at all." You had better look at the thing, Berwick," said the inspector. She says a gentleman gave it her in the street among a lot of coppers." The detective took the coin and examined it closely. Then he walked to the window with it, and scrutinised it even more carefully. This is peculiar," he exclaimed, taking a printed paper from his pocket, and stepping to the inspector's side. Look here, I'd lay odds that that's a bit from the Pelsmere robbery. You read this and compare." He laid the printed paper on a. table, and pointed with his finger towards the spot, where the inspector read as follows :— A bracelet formed of six angels of Henry VI. Bach coin has on one side the figure of St. Michael standing upon a dragon, and the inscrip- tion HENRICUS. DI. GRA. REX. ANGL. Z. FRANC. On the reverse a ship with a large cross for a mast, and by the side of the ship a shield with the arms of France and England and the inscription FRANCIE, CRUCE, REDET." "That's one of them, as sure as we're here," said the detective. "You look at the little holes on each side. That's where the coins were joined together to make a bracelet of them. Now, Miss Tom," he said, you answer me straight. You gay a gentleman gave you this coin. What sort of a gentleman ?" A tall, handsome-looking gentleman," Tom A tall, handsome-looking gentleman," Tom answered. Do Y"2 think you'd know him again if you saw h:«i?" "Yes I should," Tom replied. "But there was a lady with him, and I know where to find the picture of fchat lady. It'a in the print shop in the Strand." The detective looked at the girl with surprise and suspicion. The picture of the lady who was with the man who gave you that coin 1" he asked. Yes," answered Tom confidently. If you will only let me go, I'll very soon show it to you." 11 All right," said Berwick. Now, dry your eyes, and don't cry. If what you say is true, no harm shall come to you. You come along with me and show me that picture. I think it's all right, Mr Lewis," he added to the inspector. I suppose there's no actual charge against her. You can leave her with me. Now, trot along, my dear." Poor Tom's little heart bounded with joy. Such a load taken from her. The street was as chill as before, and the wind whistled and howled as much as ever.. but she noticed it not. When the station door openad she felt as if she were going out into the sunshine, though the sky was grey, and the people shivered as shey hurried along. Tom peered about her anxiously, but the horrid crowd was gone. Nobody jeered at her. Nobody looked at her, or at the detective as they passed along towards the crowded Strand. Now, I'll buy a flower from you and pay you well," said the detective, "if what you tell me is true." It's quite true, sir," rejoined Tom, when they bad arrived at the print shop. A lot of people were standing there gaping at the photographs in the window. Tom had to stretch herself on tiptoe to be lble to see. Look here," she exclaimed at last. "There, that's the picture of the lady." Lady Pelsmere, by Jove '"cried the detective. You're sure that's the lady ?" "Quite sure," replied Tom. "I know her among a thousand. She has such a nice, kind face. Lady Pelsmere herself concerned in that robbery," Berwick said to himself. I'm afraid," he added, turning to Tom, I shall have to get you to go with me, Tom, to identify the lady herself." II. The Right Honourable the Earl of Pelsmere, G.C.B., G.C.M.G.. LL.D., formerly one of her Majesty's Envoys Extraordinary and Ambassador Plenipotentiary, at one time a Cabinet Minister, and at the time of this our present history, metfy ber of her Majesty's Privy Council, was seated in his library in Kensington Palace-gardens. He was an old man, well on in the seventies, but time, the destroyer, had dealt leniently with him. His face, furrowed by few wrinkles, was still ruddy of complexion. A wholesome vigour was marked about it, and though the hair and the little side whiskers were white and glossy as the brightest of silver, the eyes still gleamed with the light of early days. His was a handsome old man's face, a dignified face, the face of a polished statesman and gentleman. As he sat there in his big library chair he looked shorter than he might have done when standing, for he was a tall man, though a slight stoop of the shoulder diminished his height. A man in the early fifties, smoothly shaven and grey-headed, was standing by the library table. He was dressed in irreproachable, but unpreten- tious black of a nearly clerical cut. and looked a. picture of the confidential servant of a bygone age, a type of which only a few specimens still exist among the retainers of the great English houses. You have no news then, about the jewels, Morton ?" asked the earl. "None, my lord," replied the man. "I am very sorry, indeed," said Lord Pels- mere. "I am sorry for her ladyship, although she does not seem to feel the loss very keenly. As far as I am concerned there is among the lot only one object the loss of which I really regret. That bracelet has been in our family for four hundred years. The six angels that composed it were given to Hutro de Pelsmere by Margaret, mother of Henry VIL, and he carried them on his person on Bosworth Field. After the fight he had them made into a bracelet and gave them to his wife. They were my good angels,' he said, they shall be the Pelsmere's hereafter.' Since then every Lady Pelsmere has worn them, and now they are gone. I am sorry, very sorry, that they are lost. I don't believe in luck or bad luck, but there may be something in old sayings afterall. And about the other matter 2" he asked. Have you a report for me ?" "Here it is," said Morton, and the earl took the paper handed to him. As he glanced at it his brow darkened and he bit his lip. JII8! The ffinilanan who was with you gave it mt" "You can go, Morton," he said, and the man left the room. Then he touched a bell, and a powdered and plush-liveried servant entered with stately step. Tell her ladyship that I wish to see her," said the earl, and tho servant bowed with a. deep obeisance and withdrew. I shall have to end this," Lord Pelsmere said to himself. "She does not know she is standing on a brink. It is my fault, perhaps. I ought not to have married a woman young enough to be my grand-daughter. It's my fault, my fault. Bad luck!" he added, after a slight pause. That string of good augels gone out of my house Bah I am an old fool to think of such things But there 1 can't help thinking about them. Since they have been gone, an icy barrier seems to have arisen between Helen and myself." He rose and walked with slow and measured step towards the window, and looked out half absent-mindedly. That's what our new society philosophy brings us to," he went on in self-communion. A wife's happiness, a husband's honour-they have wiped the words from their vocabulary, and substituted for them an easy-conscieneed phraseology of their own. Ah he sighed, "I can well remember the time when a husband, treated as I have been, would have sought his remedy with a pair of hair- trigger pistols. Then your young men about town were more careful in their intercourse with other people's wives." He turned as the door opened nearly noise- lessly, and Lady Pelsmere entered. She looked even handsomer than she had done in her walking costume, dressed as she was in a loose wrapper of closely-clinging soft silk, bordered with rich lace. You sent for me, Pelsmere," she said. Yes, Helen," replied the earl. Come and, sit down by my side, I wish to speak to you." She turned aside with a movement of pouting weariness, and sat herself down on a low easy chair with the air of a martyr prepared for her fate. The old earl took a light Chippendale chair and seated himself by her side. I asked you yesterday morning, Helen, not to go out with Captain Ferrers." She looked at him languidly, and ejaculated an uninterested Well ? You did go out with Captain Ferrers," the earl continued. She barely turned her head and looked at him again. Again a meaningless "Well?" escaped from her lips. 0 Why did you refuse to concede to my wish ?" he asked. "You were seen with Captain Ferrers at the Haymarket matinee, and you were seen with him in the evening at Covent Garden." The lady raised her eyes, and a faint sneer pursed her lips. Your detectives serve you well," she said. The information conveyed to you is quite correct." My detectives, since you will call them by that name, have given me much more informa- tion besides what I h$ve told you," said the Earl. I have learnt sufficient to ask you to cease all intercourse with Captain Ferrers. 1 am sure you will see the propriety of this when I tell you that SQUT nauie is being bandied about in the clubs as j that of Captam Ferrers' mistress." She rose with her bosom heaving and her eyes flashing. You have heard that statement, Lord Pels- mere," she said, and you have not told the men who so slandered me that they lied." I have no doubt that they lied," said the earl, that the men who have spread the report have slandered you, and because I have no such doubt I come to you to ask you to do me this favour-to stop before it is too late. he went on, with a fervour to which his white hairs gave an unusual dignity, "save me, save yourself, from this impending disgrace. The breath of scandal soon tarnishes the fairest reputation. Think of the result if such a report were to come to her Majesty's ears. Surely a man like that cannot have obtained such a power over you that you cannot give up his society for my sake, for the sake of yourself, for the sake of your honour ?" She stood there for a few heart's beats' space, silent. "You are treating me as if I were a child, Pelsmere," she said. "I am to live a life of a nun. I suppose. You will go nowhere, and I am to live in seclusion with you. Balls, parties, theatre, opera, none of these are to be for me, for, surely, you cannot expect me to go alone and if I know Captain Ferrers it is not my fault. You yourself introduced him to me." There you are mistaken, Helen," interposed the earl. Captain Ferrers introduced himself to us on the journey from Rome to Paris. The slight service which he rendered you at the Vinte- mille Custom House about your jewel case was his only introduction and, considering that the very case has been stolen from this house, with many more of your valuables, since then in the most mysterious manner, I do not value his setviee very^ighly. I do not look upon Capoain .Ferrers as a man who would wait to be properly introduced if hp desired to force his acquaintance upon a woman." She burst out in a peal of mocking, silvery laughter. I really believe, Pelsmere," she exclaimed, that you are jealous. Confess it, now, you are jealous!" The old earl replied with dignity Jealous of Captain Ferrers ? No, my dear. I am jealous only of your honour and mine." "I can take care of my honour without your interference, Lord Pelsmere," said the countess, and turned to leave the room. He stopped her by a movement of the hand. Then you will promise not to see Captain Ferrers again?" I promise nothing," she answered haughtily. "I am conscious of no act of mine which gives you the right of accusing me." I am not accusing you," he pleaded softly. I only wish to warn you. A single unguarded step, and you will fall beyond my power of help. I know I am not the agreeable companion you might wish for a husband. You call my ideas old-fashioned, my conversation slow, my manner of looking at things out of date, and I feel that you are right. I cannot keep pace with the sham philosophy of our modern society. I have been accustomed to look upon wifely love and husband's duty as holy, not as trifles to be played with. I am old, and I am growing older each day, and I feel it; but I love you, my dear Helen, as truly as any husband can love you, and I am as jealous of your happiness as a younger man might be. It is not for myself that I plead, but for you. Think of your fair name. I do not wish you to live in seclusion, but this man with whom you spend your hours is not worthy of your consideration. I have learnt a great deal about him. His conversation is pleasant and polished, I admit, but surely you have not per- mitted him to become indispensable to you. Oh, Helen, it would be two monstrous, too shocking!" "No man is indispensable to me," the countess replied pointedly and feeling puilfcy of no wrong, I will accept no man's dictation." A faint knock was heard at the moment, and in answer to Lord Pelsmere's Come in," a servant entered. I'm sorry to disturb your lordship and your ladyship," he said, but there's a man in the hall who said that he wished to speak with her I ladyship on urgent business. I told him that her ladyship was with you, and he simply said So much the better.' There is a young girl with him, j and he gave me this card and his." I With that he handed to the astonished earl a visiting card and a golden coin. The earl read I aloud the words printed on the card—"James Berwick, Metropolitan Police, Criminal Investi- I gation Department," and passed the card to the countess. I I suppose he is here about the robbery, my dear," he said. It will hardly be necessary for you to see him." "He said that he particularly wished to see her I ladyship," interposed the servant. All right. Brown," said the Earl, show the man in here." He had been turning the coin carelessly in his I hand, but when the servant had left the room his glance alighted upon it, and a faint cry of sur- prise escaped him. One of our good angels come back he ex- claimed. Look here, Helen, this is one of the angels which composed your bracelet-the bracelet which has been in tjie Pelsmere family ever since the Tudor days, and which was stolen, together with the other jewellery. One cannot possibly mistake the coin. There are the little holes on each side through which the rings were fastened that held the bracelet together. How was this found, I wonder ?" The Countess looked at the coin wearily. I am sure I cannot guess," she answered. I don't want to be bothered about this. It was quite enough to lose my jewels without being troubled with the prosecution of the man who stole them. If they have found him, so much the better. I do not wish to have anything to do with it." The servant entered at that moment ushering in Berwick and Tom. Tom had put on her prettiest dress. Poor as it was it was simple and neat. Her dishevelled hair had besn smoothly combed, and thus attired and furbished, she looked really nice. The girl recognised Lady Pelsmere the moment she saw her. That's the lady," she exclaimed. I know her again. That's the lady, Mr Berwick, who was with the gentleman." The Countess looked at Tom through her eye- glass. Oh, you are the little flower-girl," she ex- claimed, whom we met on the road to the Hay- market yesterday. Why do you come to me to- day ?" I have been in such trouble, my lady," said Tom, nearly tearfully. The gentleman who was with you gave me a golden coin among the coppers, and they took me to Bow-street Police- station, wanting to know where I'd got it, and how I'd got it. and from whom I'd got it; and I told them all I knew. And now this gentleman has brought me here to show him that it was really you who was with the gentleman who gave it to me." Lady Pelsmere's face bad turned a ghastly white. She gripped the back of a chair with a nervous tremor, and clung to it. '1 Captain Ferrers gave you that coin ?" she asked, hoarsely. The gentleman who was with you gave it to me," Tom answered. There was a silence in the room for a few moment's space, which they all felt to be oppressive until it was broken by the slight rustle of the Countess's dress. The Earl stepped forward at last. You are a police officer?" he said, and Berwick bowed. I sappose you think," he said, that this coin formed a portion of the jewels stolen from my house a few weeks since 1" "It looks very much like it," retorted the officer. "The description of the coins in the bracelet tallies exactly with this gold piece." And you say, my dear," the Earl asked Tom, that the gentleman who was with Lady Pels- mere yesterday gave you this coin ?" What ye, got there 1" demanded the policeman. I Oh, yes, my lord," answered the girl. Look I there," she added, pointing in terror to the Coun- tess, who, with staring eyes and blanched face, was standing, seemingly unconscious, in the centre of the room. Lord Peismere rushed towards his wife, and caught her in his arms at the moment when she was about to stagger and to fall. His senile strength was insufficient, and the tall, graceful figure slid down and fell in a heap upon the floor. Go, leave us for a moment," cried the Earl, as Berwick was about to fly to his aid. Wait outside. Cau I not assist you?" asked the detective. "No," answered the Earl, peremptorily. "Wait! outside." When the Countess regained consciousness of her surroundings she found her bead resting upon a eoft pillow, and herself stretched full length on the carpet. Lord Pelsmere was kneeling at her side. "Where am I ?" she asked faintly, and wearily raised herself and looked about the room in a troubled wonderment. "You have fainted, my dear Helen," replied the Earl, "and I thought it best that we should be left alone." The Countess looked at her aged husband for a moment in a piteous, mute appeal. Then she threw her arms about his neck, and drawing his face down to her, kissed him on the forehead. I I am sorry, my dear," she said, "so sorry. I have been wicked, very wicked. I have been thoughtless, and but for this mercy of Heaven, might not have known what I was doing until it was too late. Forgive me You shall have no reason to chide me hereafter." She raised herself and held out her hand with' a happy smile. We are good friends again," she said. Are we not, Pelsmere ?" He looked at her proudly. "One of my golden angels has come back again, my dear," he said. The others will follow. Thank you, Helen, thank you That same night Captain Ferrers disappeared from Londou. He had been much known about town. and the frequenters of the giddy whirl of London's gaities heard of his departure with regret. Rumours flew about the clubs and the captain's former haunts that the police were look- ing for him upon some charge or other. But Lord Pelsmere, jealous of his wife's fair name, had used his great influence, and the breath of scandal was but faint. Tom has left the Strand, and no longer sells flowers. She has found a kind and beloved mistress in Lady Pelsmere. [The End.] NEXT WEEK— AN OLD COUPLE, By G. R. SIMS, Author of "Tales of To-day," &c., &c.

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