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[PUBLISHED BY SPECIAL ABBANGESIENT.] A DEAD CERTAINTY, By NAT GOULD, I Author of "The Gentleman Rider," "The Pace That Kills," "Racecourse and Battlefield," "The Dark Horse," "The Double Event." &c., &c. [COPYSIGHT.] SYNOPSIS OF PREVIOUS CHAPTERS. CEAPTKBS 1. & li.-A young and handsome girl, Patricia Royston, commonly called "Pat," is in charge of a friend of her mother's, Miss Helen "Woodruff. They are staying at Bettws-y-Coed, where "Pat" makes the acquaintance of Mr. Arthur Dunbar, a Yorkshire squire of sporting proclivities, whilst salmon fishing. Dunbar resolves to improve the acquaintance. CHAPTER III.—THE OLD LOVE. I Arthur Dunbar went angling again below the Swallow Falls, but he did not see Pat Royston, and the salmon had not much to fear from him. Pat Royston and her companion were un- expectedly called to Llandudno, where they had promised to visit a friend of Miss Woodruff s whenever it was convenient for her to receive them. She telegraphed for them to come at once, and they did not neglect the opportunity of paying a pleasant visit. Pat merely gave a passing thought to the angler at the Swallow Falls, and wondered whether he would really expect to see her there. She did not consider she had made an engage- ment with him, and he would no doubt have a good day's sport and think himself lucky there was no one tnere to interrupt it. She was wrong. Arthur Dunbar had gone to the river ostensibly for fishing, but in reality with the sole object in view of meeting Pat again. He waited patiently for over an hour, and then was in a fair way to lose his temper. She might have kept her word," he muttered. "Like all the rest of the girls, I suppose, selfish." finding she was not likely to put in an appear- ance, he gave up his angling and walked back to 16is hotel. He looked at the cottage as he passed, but saw no signs of Pat. The place seemed empty, and he wondered if she had gone away. and if so, whether he should ever see her again. He could not call and ask if she was indisposed, because he did not know her name. he sauntered into the billiard-room and found the marker the solitary occupant-as well he might be on such a lovely day and amidst such enchanting scenery. The marker was a prosaic man, and thought more of the green cloth than the green landscape outside ais domain. Moreover, billiards was his living; and it is an excellent thing far a man when he becomes devoted to the means by which he gains his daily bread. It is monstrous hard work at an uncongenial occupation. The billiard marker was not as a rule a talkative man, but he liked Arthur Dunbar, and conversed freely with him. Instinctively he divined that Dunbar was a lover of horses, and the marker was of a sportive turn and inclined to have his bit on." Not being in a. mood to wander about amidst romantic scenery, breathing in the air of love— and Pat, Arthur Dunbar set to work to wipe out his defeat oi the night before with the marker, and this he did to his entire satisfaction. I expect you do not get many visitors here who beat you* said Arthiar Dunbar. Not many. The biggest take down I ever had was when I gave a young lady forty in a hundred and she beat me by twenty-five." ile must have been a good player"' Yes, she is a fine player, and a splendid girl, too. There's not many about here can come up to her. Was she staying at the hotel?" asked Arthur. "She came with! an elderly lady who is, I believe, her guardian, or companion, and a pretty dance Miss Royston leads her; but she doesn't seem to mind it in the least, she is so fond of the girl," said the marker. What is she like?" asked Arthur, becoming interested. Which? The young one or the old one?" asked the marker. "The young one, of course." A beautiful girl, but a trifle wild. I think she comes from Australia, or some such out- landish place. She's not twenty yet, I should say, but she has travelled about a lot, and seems to know the world." Does she live here-at Bettws-y-Coed?" Only during the summer; they have a cottage up the hill." "Ah," said Arthur. "Has she chestnut hair, deep blue eyes, stands about five feet eight, walks well, and-" You've met her," said the marker with a smile. Fancy I saw her just below the Swallow Falls when 1 was fishing the other day," said Arthur. "That is one of her favourite haunts." Arthur Dunbar changed the subject, but after another game he strolled up to the cottage and asked if Miss Royston was at home. No," replied a middle-aged, spotlessly clean Welshwoman, and she looked as if she did not wish to say more. I met her and her companion yesterday," he said, half apologetically. "You brought the salmon?" "I did." It was a nice fuJi." I am glad to hear it." Any message?" shle asked. No, but-" then ill bid you good-day, sir; I am busy cleaning up," and she left him standing on the path. Arthur Dunbar gave vent to a mild oath, and slammed the gate after him. Luck was against him, and he felt hardly used. He had been accus- tomed to have much of his own way, and he did not like being thwarted when he had made up his miud to a certain line of action. Now he learned Pat had left, Bettws-y-Coed lost her charm for him, and so he packed his baggage and departed forthwith to Llandudno, determined, after a night's stay there, to go home to Glen Royal. Leaving us, sir?" said the marker, as Arthur passed the door of the biiliard-room. Yes, I'm about tired of this solitude. Here's something for you. Put it on Whirlwind the first time he runs." Thank you, sir," said the marker, and he thought even more of the tip than of the sovereign Arthur Dunbar slipped into his hand. Arriving at Llandudno, he went to his hotel, changed his clothes, and after dinner took a walk on the promenade. He sat down and listened to the band, when he saw a group of four people coming towards him. He gave a slight start as he recognised Pat Royston and her companion, but he was still more surprised to see who were with them. Hector Bexley and his sister," he muttered, by all that's wonderful." He got up and went to meet them. Pat recognised hdm at once, and said to Miss Woodruff Here comes Mr. Angler. He has deserted the salmon." Arthur Dunbar!" exclaimed Hector Bexley, with a hasty look at his sister, who had suddenly turned pale. Greetings passed between them, but the two men did not seem on very friendly terms. Maud Bexley shook hands with him nervously. So you know each other?" said Pat to her. Yes, Mr. Dunbar is an old-friend," she added, after a slight hesitation. Have you met him before?" she asked in some surprise. I had the pleasure of meeting Miss Royston at Bettws-y-Coed," said Arthur; and Pat won- dered how he knew her name. Hc; was salmon-fishing," said Pat, in her usual quick way. and I gave him such a shock he lost his fishl; but he caught another, and we devoured it for hiin." Mr. Dunbar was good enough to leave a fish at our cottage as he passed by," said Miss Woodruff. Very kind of him, I am sure," said Miss Bexley, rather sarcastically. Mr. Dunbar is an expert angler." He throws a line very well," said Pat. Wish I could manage to do it. I always get my tackle in a hopeless tangle when I am fishing." Do you remain long in Llandudno?" asked Arthur. Mrs. Bexley has been kind enough to invite us to stay with her for a time," said Miss Woodruff. My mother and Miss Woodruff are old friends," said Maud. Arthur Dunbar seemed loth to leave. but he thought it better to do so, as his presence could scarcely be welcome to Hector Bexley and his sister. He raised his hat and walked on after expressing a wish to have the pleasure of meeting them again, but hie looked at Pat as he spoke. Maud Bexley in her room that night thought of the meeting with Arthur Dunbar. She was a fine-looking woman of four-and- twenty, handsomer than Pat would ever be, but without her charm. She first met Arthur Dunbar at Scarborough, and was one of his dangerous flirtations." Unhappily for herself she fell deeply in love with him and fancied he returned her affection. She was, however, soon undeceived, and much to her mortification found he had only been indulging in a passing flirtation. Hector Bexley considered Arthur Dunbar had not treated his sister fairly, and told him so. Angry words followed, and Arthur said some very bitter, not to say nasty, things about Hector Bexley. Unfortunately for himself Hector Bexley had not always steered a straightforward course. He was much given to racing and sundry forms of gambling; and when he lost he did not always pay his debts, and was guilty of shady actions. Men know each other's characters well on the turf. and Arthur Dunbar quickly discovered the kind of reputation Hector Bexley bore. He was sorry Maud Bexley had such a brother, and said so plainly. Hector Bexley was careful to conceal his mis- deeds from his mother, a highly respected lady, and alio from his sister; and naturally when Arthur Dunbar made insinuations against him Maud took her brother's part. This further widened the breech between Arthur and Maud, until at last they parted, and had not met again until he saw them on the parade at Llandudno. Maud Bexley quickly saw Arthur Dunbar was infatuated with Pat Royston, and she hated the girl for inspiring feelings of affection where she bad failed. t Maud Bexley was not a woman to give up the man she loved without a struggle, and although jihe had not seen Arthur Dunbar for some months before their chance meeting she had not forgotten him. That meeting revived all her old feelings for him, and they rushed back upon her with added intensity, the more so for being so long under control. # She was a passionate woman, and not over- scrupulous. She longed to possess Arthur Dunbar, with or without his love. Her brother knew this, and thought her a fool for her pains. Forget him," he said. I would not demean myself for giving him a thought after the way he has treated you." It is because he has treated me unfairly that I mean to have him if possible," she said. You don't mean to say you still love him?" asked her brother. I do love him," she answered passionately, and when the time conies I shall expect you to help me to win him." And make your lire miserable. 1 thought you had more sense, Maud," he replied. "Then you are mistaken," she answered. Maud Bexley's feelings were not to be envied as she sat looking out of t!!l window over the bay, with the Great Orme and the Little Orme rising upon either side. The scene was familiar to her, for her mother owned the house in which they were in, and Llandudno was a favourite place with all of them. But the view hlad no attraction for her to-night. She was filled with revengeful feelings against Arthur Dunbar and Pat Royston. She summed up the situation against herself in order to arrange her forces to the best advantage. She knew Arthur Dunbar would never marry her unless forced by some unforeseen circumstance to take such a step. He had told her plainly he did not love her, and therefore would not marry her. "He ought to have married me," she said. "He treated me shamefully. And now he has fallen in love with this chit of a girl. who has had very little education, has no manners, and who is not half as good looking as I am. Whether he marries me or not, he shall never marry her if I can help it. I should like to see him suffer as he made me suffer. Hector must help me. He's a good-looking man, and Miss Royston if constantly thrown in his way might be attracted towards him. I do not think she cares for Arthur Dunbar at present. I have found out some of the things he said about Hector are true. Perhaps that is all the better for my plans; he will not be over-scrupu- lous. I think he likes the girl, although what there is in her to attract men I fail to see. Miss Woodruff is such a dear friend of my mother's she could easily be won over to our side, and she is such an unsuspicious soul. I don't consider myself a very wicked woman, but when a man slights me. as Arthur Dunbar has, I feel it my duty to retaliate. Meeting him to-night has revived the old feeling for him. Why did he not marry me? I would have made him an excellent wife, and he need not have been ashamed to take me to Glen Royal. "I must have a chat over the situation with Hector. He bias not done much good in the world as yet for himself, or anyone else, but he can repair that neglect by assisting me." Hector Bexley was also brooding over the chance meeting with Arthur Dunbar. He was a man who, having every opportunity given him of keep- ing straight, had gone to the bad, or nearly so, from inclination. His mother believed in him, and it would have been ueless to try and convince her Hector Bexley was other than he appeared to be. He was mixed up with a shady racing set, and he owed considerable sums of money to book- makers of not particularly good repute. It galled him to think Arthur Dunbar had a fairly accurate knowledge of him and his doings. He was deeply in debt, and only saw one way out of his difficulties-marrying money. The Bexleys were a good family, and it was not generally known, outside certain circles, that Hector Bexley was a "bit of a scamp," to put it mildly. He was desperately in want of money, and the only source from which he could obtain what he re- quired was from his sister. He made up his mind to ask her to help him, and he was cunning enough to think this a favourable time to do so now she had met Arthur Dunbar again. CHAPTER IV—A RUN OF BAD LUCK. I Maud Bexley had an income independent of the allowance made her by her mother, and she had carefully husbanded her resources for some time past. When her brother tried to negotiate a loan with her she agreed to supply his wants for the time being, on condition he gave what assistance he could to accomplish her ends in regard to Arthur Dunbar. She had formed no definite plan yet, but her brother was quite willing to act in any way she desired so long as he was supplied with money. "What you do with your money I cannot imagine," said Maud, "but that is your own affair, and it would probably not increase my affection for you if you told me everything." "There are some things I would rather not talk about," ho said, "and that is one of them." "Then I will not question you on the subject," she replied, "but I do not like to think you are gambling and throwing your money away on the racecourse." "I suppose Dunbar gave you that idea of me," he said angrily. "He appears, or appeared, to know a good deal about you and your ways," said the wily Maud in her endeavour to embitter him against Arthur Dunbar. "He's not such a very 'clean potato* himself," snapped Hector. "Much as I have cause to be angry with him I do not think he would do a mean action," she replied. "Am I to draw an inference that you think I would?" he asked. "Oh dear, no," replied his sister. "I am not making any inference, and you are quite wrong to jump at conclusions." "By the way, 1 suppose you know he has left Llandudno?" said her brother. Maud Bexley started, for the news was unex- pected. "No, I was not aware of the fact. Are you quite sure it is correct?" "Quite. I asked at the hotel where he was stay- ing, and they informed me that he had been called away into Yorkshire on business—-something con- nected with his stable, I suppose." Hector Bexley was quite right. Arthur Dunbir had been called to Middleham by an urgent letter from his trainer, and, after seeing Pat Royston, had departed for Yorkshire. He had some difficulty in seeing Pat, but he was a determined young man, and succeeded. At first he thought of telling her all that took place between himself and Maud Bexley, but on second consideration he came to the conclusion it would not be fair to Maud to do so. "I wished to see you for a few moments before I left for Middleham," he said, when he met her in the Happy Valley. "Are you going away?" she asked with interest, and he noted it with inward satisfaction. "I have to go, unfortunately," he replied. "Why unfortunately? I should have thought you would h.vo been pleased to return home." "Unfortunate because my trainer writes me several of the horses are coughing, and that my particular pet Whirlwind is worse than any of them. Still more unfortunate because I shall leave your pleasant society," he said earnestly. Pat laughed merrily, and her mirth jarred upon him; and yet he knew he had no right to be angry with her for being in such good spirits. His departure could mean very little to her. "You are really a most accomplished payer of compliments," she said. "I assure you I feel quite flattered." He gave an impatient gesture of denial, and said: "I told you I was not in the habit of paying silly compliments." "Y ou said you were not in the habit of paying compliments. You said nothing about their being silly. Candidly, I think all compliments are silly, and they are seldom genuine." "Do me the justice toO acknowledge you think I am speaking the truth when I say I am sorry to leave your society." "If it will afford you any gratification, and prove a solace to you in your desolation at the thought of leaving me, I will," said Pat in a bantering tone. "You have only met me two or three times; I am afraid you take sudden fancies which lapse of time quickly dispels." "Not in your case," he answered hastily. "I shall never forget the first time I saw you below the Swallow Falls, with the sun shining through the trees and reflecting upon your hair like bur- nished gold." nl "Quite poetical," laughed Pat. "Permit me to say my hair is not like burnished gold. I object to the simile. It is harsh and metallic." k are inclined to be merry at my expense," he said. "Is there any reason why I should be sad? Do you usually inspire sadness? If so I am sorry for you—and your friends," she replied. May I include you amongst my friends?" he asked eagerly. She hesitated a few moments, looking at him inquiringly, and then answered slowly: "I see no reason why we should not be friends, and she emphasised the last word. "That is some consolation," he replied, "and I must rest content for a time." Changing the subject of their conversation Pat Royston said: "So you keep raCA horses. I love horses. My father owns several in Sydney." "I am glad you like horses," he said. "Per- haps some day I shall have the pleasure of shew- ing yourself and Miss Woodruff round my stables at Middleham." "I am afraid Miss Woodruff would not take much interest in horses," said Pat smiling, "and I know she regards racing as a device of the Evil One." "Do you think racing men are more wicked than other people?" he asked. "Dear me, no. What an absurd question. Why should they be?" she said quickly. "I am afraid many people differ from you," he answered. "I have known some very good men who are fond of racing," she replied, "and some very bad. I am sorry to say my father did not always pick and choose his companions with discretion. But then it is so different in the Colonies, where you meet people of widely diverse views on the ques- tion of moral obligations towards their fellow- men. When Arthur Dunbar left her Pat Royston gave a little sigh, which might have been one of relief, but did not sound much like it. He waved his hand to her and raised his hat as he went down the hill, and she returned his salute. This Ame- what ardent young sportsman impressed her. She liked him, was fond of his society, what little she had had of it. but nothing more. No sooner was Arthur Dunbar out of sight than Pat for the time being forgot him and commenced to romp and play with a group of children, and soon the Happy Valley was ringing with their shouts of merri- ment. It was characteristic of Pat that she had never met the majority of these youngsters before, and yet she romped with them like an old playmate. and the children accepted the situation as a matter of course. Pat was full of spirits and as active as a Welsh mountain lallif which there were many on the Great Orme, feeding on well-nigh inaccessible ledges of rock, hundreds of feet above the sea. When they were in the midst of their fun Miss Woodruff and Maud Bexley appeared on the scene. Pat's hair had been pulled down and was stream- ing over her shoulders in wavy masses that were the envy of half the girls present. She was in a state of dire disorder and evidently revelling in it. She was being rolled over and over on the grass by several children just able to toddle about, and hugely to the delight of the little ones. "Surely that is not Miss Royston?" exclaimed Maud in tones of contempt which nettled Miss Woodruff, who at first sight of Pat felt inclined to reprimand her, but now changed her mind. If Miss Woodruff occasionally called Pat to order she did not like other people to interfere with her pet. "That's Pat, bless her," said Miss Woodruff. "She is quite a. child herself yet, and how she revels in innocent fun. I wish there were more girls like her at her age." "Rather undignified for a young lady arrived at the years of discretion, is it not?" asked Maud, "more especially when there are several gentlemen about evidently enjoying the fun. I should not wonder if some of them have been amusing them- selves by taking snapshots of your young charge in various graceful attitudes." "They would be no gentlemen to do so," re- torted Miss Woodruff. "But think of the temptation, my dear Miss Woodruff," drawled Maud. "Just look at Miss Rovston now." Pat had been rolled down the slope by a crowd of laughing youngsters, who shrieked with delight as she reached the bottom, and springing to her feet shook the sand out of her hair and dress. Just wait until I catch you," said Pat to the highly delighted group at the top of the mound, as she shook her fist at them and then hurried up the sand-bank. The children scattered in all directions as sho reached the top, shouting and laughing as they ran. For a moment Pat hesitated, and then started in pursuit of first one and then another, rolling them over in the sand as she caught them. An aristocratic-looking man passed close by Miss Woodruff and Maud, and said to the lady with him: "What a jolly girl that is. Full of life and spirits. She enjoys the fun quite as much as the youngsters. She ought to enjoy her young life and remain a girl as long as the world will let her. Miss Woodruff looked at the speaker gratefully; for she loved to hear Pat praised, and she recog- nised him as a well-known member of Parliament and a Cabinet Minister. Such testimony was worth having, and took all the sting out of Maud Bexley's remarks. Quite unconscious of the approval of such an authoritv, Pat Rovston played on until she was exhausted, and happening to catch sight of Miss Woodruff, came running down to her, flushed yd out of breath. "We have had a romp," she panted. "It was such fun." Then noticing Maud Bexley's face, she added: "You ought to have been with us, Miss Bexlev; a roll down thbse sand-hills is most exhilarating. It is much more pleasant than it looks, I assure you, and not a bad way of coming down hill. Have you ever tried it?" asked Pat, misch ievouslv. "Certainly not," said Maud. "It is most un- becoming." "Really, do you think so?" said Pat. "Now, I should have thought it just the opposite, judging by the apparent attraction it presents for numerous people." "Gentlemen," snapped Maud. "Then I wonder you have never practised it," was the sharp retort. It was evident Pat did not like Maud Bexley any more than Maud liked Pat. Miss Woodruff saw a storm brewing, and hastened to make peace. "You had batter put up your hair, Pat," she said. "I suppose the children pulled it down." "Yes," laughed Pat. "One inquiring damsel of s ix said it was not real; and then they set to work to demonstrate the fact, and were quite surprised to find they were mistaken." She said nothing about meeting Arthur Dunbar, so that Maud, as we have heard, was unaware of his departure until told by her brother. As for Arthur Dunbar, he could not get Pat Royston out of his mind as he journeyed to York- shire. He was, however, anxious about his horses. During the season a run of bad luck had dogged him persistently. The stable had been out of form, as stables are at times, and everything went wrong. Well-planned coups were upset and "doad certainties" did not come off. Horses won when unbacked and were thought to have no particular chances, but were merely started to get a line for something else. Arthur Dunbar commenced badly at Lincoln when a horse he had backed heavily got a bad start in the handicap, and could never make up his lost ground. The animal, however, ran well enough to shew the handicapper he had made a mistake in giving it such a lenient weight, and consequently he took better care of it next time. A couple of real good things ran second at York when they were looked upon as sure to win, and even at Pontefract a very fair horse, upon whom odds were laid freely, succumbed by a head to an outsider. "Mr. Dunbar's stable, which has been dead out of form all the season, has met with another stroke of bad luck. Most of the horses are coughing, and Whirlwind, who was thought likely to land a big back-end handicap for his popular owner and thus get back some of the heavy losses, we understand, is the worst of the lot. The luck must change soon, and we hope for Mr. Dunbar's sake, and that of his experienced trainer, it will not be long in coming." Thus the "Sportsman" of the morning when Arthur Dunbar was hastening to Middleham. Not pleasant reading this for the young owner, and Arthur knew the case had not been over- stated. He was afraid to think how much his losses tallied up to, but he knew they ran into thousands. He did not lose heart, however, for he knew one "dead certainty," if it came off, would pull him round with a balance in hand, if the commission was well worked, and Martin Mill, who did Arthur's racing investments, was not the man to make any error, or let the cat out of the bag by injudicious chattering. Martin Mill knew the value of a silent tongue, and no one could gather anything from his stolid face. Arthur Dunbar placed great faith in him —more than he ought to do, so some of his friends said. They were wrong. Martin Mill was as straight as a die, and what is more to the point he was very partial to his employer. He worked harder and schemed more for Arthur Dunbar than he ever did for anyone else, and the "averages" he returned were far more, as a rule, than could have been expected. It had upset Martin Mill more than he cared to acknowledge—this run of bad luck in Arthur Dun- bar's stable. He had been planning a big coup with Whirlwind for the Cesarewitch, and now the horse was in a hopeless state—at all events for that race. Gilbert Honey had consulted the commissioner, before he wrote to Arthur Dunbar, and when he received a reply he sent a message to Mill to come to Middleham to meet his employer. After a roundabout journey Arthur Dunbar ar- rived at Leyburn and was met by Gilbert Honey, the trainer. As they drove to Middleham Honey explained the state of affairs at the stables, and said he had asked Martin Mill over to meet him. "I shall be glad to see him," said Arthur, "and you did quite right to ask him to come. Martin Mill is a shrewd man, and looks a long way ahead. If anyone can suggest a way out of the muddle he is the man. By Jove, Honey, we must get a win, the luck is bound to change before long." "It has been dead against us for some time," was the trainer's reply, "and I'm afraid it won't change this season. Wait until next spring, Mr. Dunbar, and then I think we have one or two will give 'em an eye-opener and make Martin Mill have some good settling days." (To be continued.) -•

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