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[ALL BIGHTS IZIMZPVIM. j WHAT THE ADVER- TISEMENT BROUGHT. By J. QUAiLE. Maurice Grayland was scanning his wife closely. For ten minutes her eyes had been rivetted upon one advertisement column of the evening newspaper. "If it is something peculiarly interesting, Allie, you might ask a fellow to have a look," Maurice said playfully. His wife raised her head slowly. Her eyes, full of yearning tenderness, met those of her husband. Folding the paper until her fore- finger rested upon one small advertisement, she handed it gently to him without a word. Her eyes fell again, and she seemed to be once more absorbed in deep thought. z, What's it all about?' exclaimed Maurice Grayland good-humouredly, as he glanced at the advertisement. Then, in an under- tone, he proceeded to read WANTED.—Scmeou- to adopt baby boy, 10 months old. Qiute healthy, and very prat.ty.-Appiy J.. Box 9, News "Office. The smile passed from Maurice Grayland's face. He glanced furtively at his wife. She was still gazing abstractedly into the fire. What's the matter, Allie V' he asked, seeing that something was pressing upon her mind. I was only thinking, Maurice," she replied softly. Thinking of what 1" "Of that baby," she answered in the Same gentle tone. What about it T asked her husband, gravely. Her eyes were again raised to his. *'I would like to have it, Maurice," she replied dearly but tenderly. You would, eh he exclaimed with a look of mingled amusement and concern. 41 You would really like to have that baby, eh, Alice," lie continued deliberately. I would so much like it, Maurice." Her eyes glistened and her face brightened up as she made this second avowal. Maurice Grayland aad his wife had no child of their own. He had married her as a girl of seventeen and they had been li usband aDd wife for sevsn years. So far, he had prospered, and in all respects but one Windy Nook was an ideal home. There was no throbbing and articulate child-life in those well-furnished rooms, and the nursery had become the household store-place. Alice Grayland was yearning for the one element which could give completeness to her ardent, womanly nature. Her husband was a man of decision. He put a few questions to his wife and in a moment summarised his own mental analy- sis in the expression, You shall have it, Alice." On the fourth day after this conversation Alice Grayland found herself in possession of a ten months old baby boy. She had obtained it from one Margaret Dane, an old woman who declared that the baby was left in her hands to nurse or find a home for. Its father had been killed. The child had been born four months after his death, and the shock of her husband's death had so pros- trated his wife that she followed him when her baby was a month old. The old woman had cared well for the child, for when it was handed over to Mrs Grayland, it was, as the advertisement had described, quite healthy and pretty. A new life had opened to Alice Grayland. The child became the object of her constant love and attention. She loved it, indeed, as if it had been her own. So the home at Windy Nook was for a time one of unalloyed happiness. Three years passed. The home of the GraylanJs now resounded with the riot and prattle of little Ernest, their adopted child. Strong and vivacious, the boy had become the life of the place, idolised alike by Alice Grayland and her friends. But suddenly the ..trealll of good fortune turned. Stricken through the failure of a huge city concern. the house of Clement and Grayland came to grief. Maurice Grayland returned one night to Windy Nook legally penniless. Coming as the lirst reverse of his life after ten years of unbroken prosperity, the blow paralysed him. For three months he aloved about like one dazed. At the end of thakfcmiohe cault chill, which in his low state meant certain fever. Three weeks after taking to his bed they buried him. Windy Nook and its contents had been swept into the creditors' net, so that when the grave closed over Maurice Grayland his wife realised that the only thing between Ernest and herself and starvation was a small sum of her own, which might bring her in about eighteen pounds a year. Upon her own side she had one living relation, an old aunt, Sylvia, who was living obscurely upon a slender annuity. For the time, Alice Grayland and Ernest took up their abode with their Aunt Sylvia. I And now began the struggle of Alice Grayland's life. Her small income was insufficient to provide bare necessaries, and there was Ernest. "He must go. You have no right to be burdened with him,' said her aunt petulantly when they were talking over Alice's position. Go Where can he go V asked Alice piteously. "To the Union, if there's nowhere else," came the chilling answer. Alice would not hear of this. Her love for Ernest was now stronger than ever. She determined that she would try to support herself and him by music-teaching or work- ing with her hands. Her aunt upbraided her and spoke un- kindly of the boy. Alice became very Unhappy. Existence was now a burden. For twelve months she struggled on bravely, but only to tind themselves at the end of that time face to face with the sternest realities of life. She had failed to increase her income as she hoped she might, and her aunt had grown more censorious and overbearing. To save the expense of a governess she had herself commenced to teach Ernest the rudiments of the more common subjects but teaching was a diffi- cult task to one inexperienced as she was. Life had become shrouded in thick and deoressing gloom. Alice stood alone in the little parlour she used as her dining and workroom. Ernest had gone to bed, and she was thinking of the happy past and of the great changes there had been. A light knock at the front oor disturbed her. It's something for you," si-ld her aunt, soming into the room a moment afterwards and holding towards her a dirty and crumpled envelope. Alice took the envelope and opened it. There was a dirty scrap of paper bearing some almost illegible pencil writing within. It took her some time to make a coherent message out of the badly-written characters. After many attempts she concluded that their purport was this :— To MBS GRAY LAND. Madam,— If id was you at got a baby from Margftt Dane moren four yetri ago I wisht as you'd coins and see me it 6 house, 2 Terrace, Mortlake Sree.-Your mosb respectful servant, MAECET DANE. I Alice Grayland did not know whether to rejoice over this communication or to ignore it and throw the piece of paper on the fire. Then she reflected that it concerned her boy. Anything concerning his early history or which promised to open a way for him in the future was of interest to her. So she decided that on the following morning she would make a pilgrimage to the address given and learn the best or the worst. It was a wretched tenement which bore No. 6 upon its door in No. 2 Terrace, Mort- lake-street. With much trepidation Alice Grayland knocked at the door. It was opened by a roughly dressed woman, who stared hard at her with arms akimbo as Alice asked for Margaret Dane. Come in she said gruffly when Alice had ex- plained the object of her visit. Leading the way to a small inner room the woman uttered an uncouth "There she be," and retired, leaving Alice to make her own observations. It was an ill-furmahed place, the chief item of furniture being a rough and dirty bed, on which on old woman lay. Her face was sallow and her cheeks sunken, and her bony hands worked uneasily upon the rough bed-co-eritig. Are you Mrs Grayland asked a hollow and jerky voice as Alice stood near a little window. 44 Yes I am," she replied. Was it you as got a baby-a boy-from ine near five years ago 1" asked a hollow voice. Yes," answered Alice timidly. 06 Ah Well Listen to me, Are you listening I" I'm listening attentively," said Alice. 1 u Well, lemme tell yoa. Is that child lvm Yes," answered Alice again. Good job for you. Lemme tell you. That child's proper name is Farn- worth—Cyril Farnworth. Are you lis- I ten in V Most patiently. Please go on," said Alice, whose interest was now at the pitch of excitement. "Then lemme tell you. That child's entitled to a lot of money. His uncle, as brought him to me, was named Reginald Farnworth. He were the second of three brothers. The eldest were that child's father, an' the only one as married, to my knowin'. Cyril's father was killed by being throwed from a horse when out huntin'. The child weren't born then. Most of the money of the Farnworths and Copse House, their place, was to go to Reginald if his brother died and left no child. Cyril was born 'bout four months after his father's death, and were entitled to his father's share. His mother died soon after the baby was born. Reginald wanted the baby out of the road, so that he could have the money and the house. That's how I came to get him." How did you learn what you have told me 1" Alice Grayland asked, with a feeling of bewilderment over the possible outcome of the story, if true. That don't matter now," answered the old woman. I'm not long for this world, an' I want t' see right done by that child. I didn't know uowt o' this when he comed to me. or I would 'na took im." Can you give me anything which would serve as evidence supporting the story 1" asked Alice, feeling thdf up to that point. she had only been listening to a poverty- stricken oid woman's tale. The woman lay silent for some minutes, her eyes and features working nervously, as if she were mentally struggling to recall I some forgotten facts concerning her narra- tive. Are you listenm' ?" she asked at length, startling Alice with the sharpness of Yes," said Alice. I her question. Then, lemmc tell you. You see, Master Fred, the youngest brother—he were in India when his brother Herbert died, and when Cyril were born. Tell 'im what I've told you, an' ask im t' come an' see me. That'll get it right." Alice thanked old Mrs Dane for the information she had given, and, promising to follow her advice, took her leave. Copse House, the home of the Farn- worths, stood about halfway between Reading and London. It was a quaint old place with a high-pointed turret over- run with ivy at the western angle, and upon all sides but the south was hidden hy thick strips of woodland. Alice Gray- land walked with a iluttering heart up to the front entrance of Copse House at live o'clock on the afternoon of the day follow- ing that on which she had visited Margaret Dane. The journey had been much longer than she anticipated, and she feared lest Mr Frederick barn worth should he from home. To her unspeakable delight, how- ever, she found that he had just come in from shooting, and, though fatigued by a long day in the wood, would give her an audience. Stating that she wanted to see him upon important private business she was ushered into a reception room. She had spent about ten minutes in con- templation of the many evidences of wealth which the room afforded when a tall man, still young and of military presence, entered. It was Frederick Farnworth. A genial remark from him upon the object of her visit set Alice Grayland perfectly at ease, and, being herself a cultured woman, she was enabled to tell her story in language which immediately rivetted her hearer's attention. As she proceeded it was evident that she had touched upon a topic of the keenest interest to him. He was astounded by her narrative, and would have cross-questioned her closely but for her ingenious disavowal of all further knowledge and her plea that he would see Margaret Dane, and hear the story from her own lips. From the agitation which he manifested during the latter part of her narrative it was evident that some informa- tion bearing upon it was already in his possession. He insisted on Alice Grayland dining at Copse House, and tried hard, though in vain, to persuade her to stay until the next morning, whan he would accom- pany her to town to see Margaret Dane. Frederick Farnworth lost no time in acting upon the information Alice Grayland had put him in possession of. By noon on the following day he had proceeded to Mortlake-street and had a long conversation with old Mrs Dane. From her house he proceeded to the city. During the afternoon he returned to her house accompanied by a solicitor and a clerk. The solicitor subjected the old woman to a long interrogation on affidavit, her depositions being minutely recorded. "I'm afraid it is true, Mr Farnworth," said the lawyer, as the three of them seated themselves in the carriage to return to the city. It proved to be (rue. And a great deal more than Margaret Dane had revealed came to light, through the information she was able to give. Alice Grayland's adopted boy was proved to bj the lawful child of Herbert Farnworth, and to be entitled to his father's interest in the Farnworth estates. It was proved that Reginald had defrauded his younger brother Fred in perpetrating the gross injustice under which he had usurped his position at Copse House, and sent an innocent child, as he hoped, into life-long banishment. The wrong was brought home to him, and Cyril was lawfully invested with the estates and rights whilst Fred Farnworth found his interest m the Farnworth patrimony largely increased. The legal proceeding brought Fred much into company with Alice Grayland. He had never married, and being 34 was still on the youthful side of manhood's prime, whilst she bore abundant traces of youth. The tender love she had shown to Cyril and the hold she had gained of the boy's affections made a profound impression upon him. He thought seriously over the possibilities of taking the boy away trom her of the need there was of someone to stand in the place of a mother to him, and then came the thought which had haunted his waking and sleeping hours of late, that it was time he asked some good and true woman to blend her life with his. Who more suitable for him he thought than Alice Grayland, who had clung to Cyril as to her own child, and had been instrumental in securing for Cyril and himself the full share of their paternal inheritance. So he decided to ask her to become his wife. Alice Grayland sat sipping a cup of tea in the dining-room of Copse House. It was her fifth visit, made at the pressing request of the lawyers who were acting for Frederick Farnworth and on Cyril's behalf. The business had been disposed of, and Alice was partaking of a little refreshment before leaving the house. She was reflecting upon the events of the past few weeks, and was thinking of the future. There was the sound of footsteps. Raising her eyes she found that Frederick Farnworth stood before her. I have come," he said, speaking in low but measured tones, to ask a very serious question. You have rendered me an incal- culable service, and have given evidence of an affection for Cyril which I dare not think of blighting by a separation. And you have compelled me to regard you in a manner I am utterly unable to describe. The feelings I' I have towards you leave me no course but to ask you to let your love for Cyril con- tinue, and, if possible, increase by yourself entering into a close family relationship with us. I ask you if you will be my wife, and I be-I beg of you not to refuse." It was all so unexpected that Alice Gray- land burst into tears. Her* head sank upon her breast, and she hid her face in her hands to hide her discomposure. Frederick Farnworth tried to allay her emotion, and repeated his question. She begged for time to consider. She would give him an answer, she said, within a week. The answer was given. It was one that made Frederick Farnworth leap for joy. It was a consent to become his wife on the condition that Cyril were allowed to live with them, and be treated as her own son. They were married. Copse House became once more a happy home of the Farnworths, for Alice was entirely fitted to fill the high position of its mistress and hostess. With the love of a true husband, added to that between herself and her adopted boy, all the gloom of the dreary years through which she had passed since the breaking up of her tirst home was swept away, and the son of life shone brightly again.

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