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g- —■ —1^ [NOW FIRS L'PUDLISt:ED.'] 1 BY MUTUAL CON- SENT. By J. MARSDEN SUTCLlFi E, Author of The Bells of St. Barnabas," "The Romance of an Insurance Office," "Revealed by Fire, &c., &c. [ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.] CHAPTER XVr. MTliAfc we have we prize not to the worth White we enjoy it, bur, being lacked auJ lost, Why. then we rack the value, theu we find The virtne that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours." IR Regina'd Dem- son weuded his way ^rom Kensington after his abortive r attempt to induce $Ly W inifred to set aside tlie compact made IW at.York, in a state of K\ mind bordering on frenzy, The magnetic iu- v 1 ilaence of her dazz1- H ing beauty had vl vfir^ s-\ fa created within him Vm a tumult of pas- yj=^\ /Jh sionate longings, |\ I y-Nj which her refusal to yfUtl, entertain his pro- Vuf\ I posal for a re- IIV 11 I I conciliation o nl y 1! ilA\ «erve* to increase, | IJ \^y/ /| V an(^ which rendered £ 11 f the consciousness of 7 AV\ defeat unsupport- ed y able. His self-love | and his pride were i$/ wounded. It mad- dened him to meet with an obstacle that interfered with his wishes, and he was full of bitternen that he bad humbled him- self in vain, and that cajolery and threaten- ing had alike proved powerless to move Winifred from her determination. Naturally, Xhe fever in his. mind was not allayed by the rnowledge that Claude Maclean was his wife's iover, and that Winifred returned his affec- tion. He oursed his folly for venturing to intrude on them at a moment so unpropitious for ihe success of Jiis plans. He believed that he might have fared better if he had withdrawn without making his presence known. In acting as he did he believed that the game was in his own hands, and that his Hidden appearance would cover the lovers with confusion, and place Winifred entirely at his mercy. Fool, fool," he muttered to himself as he strode along. What else nould I expect after coming upon her sud- denly in that way ? I ought to have retired and left her in ignorance of my discovery." But Sir Reginald was unwilling to own himself vanquished. He bad one hope left- the hope that led him to beat a retreat lest his plan, too, should be overthrown by continuing the contest. He thought that the Countess of Polehampton might succeed where he had failed. Women understand women best," he argued, "and Selina is a woman in a thousand." He resolved to place himself in his sister's hands without delay, and to act by her advice. He knew that she would be annoyed to discover that her scheme for marrying him to the Lady Isabel had come to grief, and that it would cost him something to make known his marriage. But he was confident that the countess would see that the only way to prevent the baronetcy becoming extinct was to bring about the reconciliation that he desired, and though he feared her wrath when she came to know the deception he had practised upon her, he was prepared to encounter even a worse hardship rather than forfeit his claim to the wife whom he had once despised, but whose beauty now enthralled him. Sir Reginald felt that the details of the story he had to tell were too shameful to be told to the Countess of Polehampton, and he contrived in unburthening himself of his secret to soften the facts, and made them lock less ugly than they would have appeared if thty bad been presented in their naked reality. Even then the results were less satisfactory than he hoped for. The Countess, on finding that her favourite scheme of bringing about an alliance between the Brutons and Denisons was scattered to the winds by the revelation. that her brother had already a wife Hving, t was more angry than Sir Reginald had expected. She felt that she had been shame- fully deceived, and could not be made to understand that Sir Reginald was not prac- tising some grim joke upon her. "I do not understand your story," she said, freezingly, when at last the earnestness of Sir Reginald's manner overcame her incredulity. "You say that you have a wife living and that she refuses to live with you, but you do not explain why she refuses. Or, at least, you give such a lame account of the matter that I cannot belp feeling that you are deceiving me." I swear to you that what I have told you is the truth," Sir Reginald exclaimed. We had grown tired of each other, and we thought a temporary separation was the best thing." But the Countess shook her head and flashed an earnest, penetrating glanoe on her brother, beneath which he quailed and his eyes fell. I do not believe you," she said, with oncompromising sternness. How can you expect it after the triok you have played upon me ? You have led me along to believe that you were unmarried, whilst, forsooth, you had a wife hidden away aomewhere! It is ihameful What will Thereaa Goffin say when the truth comes to be known ? As for the lirutODP, I shall be afraid to look them in the face. 1 must know everything or I shall refuse to meddle." fl I have told you all that there is to tell," jaid Sir Reginald, gloomily. I do not think so," the Countess replied. u Yon say that the lady whom I know as Miss West is Lady Denison. I know her only a very little; she is quite a recent acquaintance but I do cut think she is a young lady who would require much coaxing to return to her wifely duty, unless there are reasons of which I am not informed. You must please yourself," she continued, "whether you give 1)1" nil your tonfidenoe or not, hut, unless I am tinned entirely, I will not stir in the matter, and you must settle your diiTerences the best way yoa can." Sir Reginald saw in the resolute face of his sister that it would be vain to appeal against this decree. It was horrible, he felt, to be com- pelled to reveal all his villainy but his deter- mination to regain possession of his wife bore him through the miserable shame of his confes- sion. It was a painful ordeal that he was compelled to pass through. His own voluntary state- ments would have left a good deal in the dark, where he fain would have it left; but the Countess, when once she obtained a key to the differences that had driven husband and wife asunder, contrived by adroit questioning to drag all the shameful truth to light. Never had an unhappy victim stretched on the rack experienced moreacute suffering than Sir Regi- nald endured during this process and when it was over, he felt like a criminal standing at the bar of inexorable justice to receive sen- tence of doom. Yet the countess herself suffered more keenly than her worthless brother. Sh" felt herself degraded by Sir Reginald's in- famous behaviour to his young and innocent wife, and her heart was wrung with pain as she thought of the acute and prolonged suffer- ing that Winifred must have endured before she was driven to the desperate step of cutting herself loose from her husband. I must have time to think over it," she said, after a pause. Your story surpasses belief." .¡ But you have promised that you would do all you could to bring about a reconcilia- tion," cried Sir Reginald, with dismay. That is true. But I did not suppose that I should hear, even from your lips, a story so shocking," she replied scornfully. "I will give yoa my opinion frankly, Reginald. If you were a widower to-morrow I would not move a hand to assist you to marry any woman. Nay, more, I would do all in my power to dissuade any woman whom you thought of marrying from linking her fate with yours. You are too unworthy. The fact that you are already married, and that it is only a reconciliation that is required makes some difference. Even thus I am not prepared to say that Lady Denison is not entirely right in her refusal to return to you or to bear your name and with my convictions I am not sure that your cause wili not suffer by my advocacy. Lady Polehampton was generally regarded in the circle in which she moved as a brilliant woman of the world, a born schemer, full of worldly policy and intrigue, and without heart. But she was essentially a just woman, to whom a mean act was uttew foreign, and she felt that to bear any part in persuading a woman to place her happiness in the keeping of her brother Reginald was a responsibility little short of appalling. In her heart she was oonrinced that no hard measure had beftl1 dealt out to him by W inifred's refusal toreturn to him, and that the least punishment that he deserved was to be left to pine and long in vain for the wife whom he had been so willing to discard; nor could she refrain from respect- ing the motives that had prompted Winifred to escape from the contamination to which she was exposed as the wife of Reginald Denison. Lady Polehampton eventually decided to call upon her newly-discovered sister-in-law, telling her brother, however, as she sallied forth on her mission, that she would not undertake to say a word in his behalf until she had heard Winifred's story from her own lips. When Lady Polehampton's carriage drove to the shabby little bouse in Kensington, the Countess found tb* window-blinds drawn and the house wearing a melancholy appearance of desertion. Her footman rang the door-bell again and again, but nothing was heard within the silent house save the untuneful clanging of the bell. It was clear to the Countess that Winifred had fled from her husband. Lady Polehampton's face, which had worn a serious preoccupied look since Sir Reginald imparted his story to her, assumed a graver expression on discovering Winifred's flight, It spoke to her in silent but pathetic eloquence of the dread of a pure minded woman lest she should again be enslaved in the terrible degradation from which she had broken away. The Countess mentally applauded Winifred's act, though she regretted the lost opportunity of making her acquaintance in a new aspect. Sha was sharper and more peremptory in her tone when Sir Reginald called to learn how she had sped on her errand. "Your wife has fled," she said, "and my assistance is of no avail." She has eloped with Claude Maclean," said Sir Reginald, in his disappointment and wrath. Don't be a fool," retorted the Countess, angrily. Claude Maclean is a man of Ihe most irreproachable integrity. I1,loping with other men's wives is not in his line. I will pawn my honour for his." How was he to know that she was my wife h returned Sir Reginald savagely, for- getting in his anger that he had addressed Winifred as Lady Denison in Claude's pre- sence. lie only knew her like the rest of the world as Miss West." Then why should be elope with her ? replied the Countess with remorseless logic. Sir Reginald looked non-plussed at this shaft, but he clung to his opinion stvil)boriii v, having, as he imagined, reasons for his sus. picions with which lie did not see fit to ao- quaint his sister. Winifred's flight aroused his jealousy to madness. He resolved that he would dis- cover the place of her retreat, if he had to go to the ends of the earth in search of it. W hHl he knew where she lay hidden he wi uld renew his appeal to his sister to bring about a reconciliation. On leaving the Countess of Polehampton's i residence in St. Jamess-square Sir Reginald struck out for one of the streets leading to the Strand, where he found what he was looking for—the office of a private inquiry agent. But he refrained from giving the detective his entire confidence. He contented himself by instructing him to place a strict watch on the movements of the Honourable Olande Maclean and to report to him. On his theory his plans were well laid. Ilia mind, darkened with jealous suspicions, had leaped to the conclusion that Claude Maclean knew the secret of YY inifred's hiding-place. If he only knew where Maclean was to be found be thought that he would soon be able to track Winifred's place of concealment. He did not know that Claude Maclean was as ignorant as himself of the place of Wini- fred's retreat, or that his own footstep- were being dogged. Nevertheless, he wasoarefully "shadowed" during the anxious days that followed whilst Winifred a fate hang in sus- pense, for Claude was determined to protect the woman whom he loved from the coercion of her husband, and to ensure for her perfect freedom of choice in determining her own destiny. So to accomplish this aim, Sir Reginald was shadowed wherever he went.
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CHAPTER XVII. A'as life's p-.it Is ma}- be unsmootli Her way moy iie through rough riiiir>;fs Tlieu who her pitriss sin! pains will soothe j Her sonTiw- slune and m*h». them le« ?" "She must have been a mere obiJd when, that "iilain Denison tricked her into a marriage with him. Think of her position—a friend- less girl, left alone in a foreign city, without a sou! to look to except the hound who basely | u ed h';< advantage as her appointed guardian to imm "e on her innocence ,nd oaiole her < into sharing his ruined name and reputa- tion." The speaker was Claude Maclean, who was expatiating to Lady Falconridge with honest warmth on the wrongs of the deeply injured wife of Sir Reginald Denison. The scene was the breakfast-room of Claude's residence on CampdenHill. It was a terrible blow to Claude Maclean when he made the unlooked-for discovery of Winifred's marriage. But his sorrow over his vanished dream of happiness was swallowed up by his anxiety occasioned by Winifred's fl igh t. and the uncertaint/that hung over her fate. His anxiety became aggravated when several days elapsed witKout bringing any tidings to allay his fears. Hence Lady Fal- conridge, reading between the lines when Claude wrote to her for any information com- municated by Winifred whilst at Glen-Orlooh that might tend to throw light on her probable place of retreat, hastened to Kensington to comfort her son in the great trouble that had befallen him. It is a very piteous story," said Lady Fal- conridge, and f feel very keenly for Wini- fred, but it is most unfortunate for you." Don't trouble yourself about me, mother," I cried Claude impulsively, I can only think of her. Help me to find her, and then shield her from the persecution of a scoundrel. I ask no more than that." "But I must think of you," said Lady Fal- conridge with a warm glance of affection. It will quite spoil your life, for yours is not ,1 shallow nature. Vou are not one to forgot quickly." No, mother, I shall never forget," said Claude with mournful emphasis. You will Claude with mournful emphasis. You will tell me that I ought to try and forget her, re- membering the barrier that stands in the way of my happiness. But that is impossible. Love is independent of volitions. I cannot by any act of my will cease from loving. My affection for'Winifred will outlast my life. It is different from my love for you, but it is like it in this. No other can take its place." And Claude stooped and kissed his mother. I do not esteem you less because you can- not quickly change," said Lady Falconridge, after a pause, but I must think of what is most for your good." That is soon settled," cried Claude. When I know that Winifred is safely sheltered I shall learn how to bear my disap- pointment. I shall find a solace in my work and in the kuowiedge that she is safe, but whilst this anxiety continues I am too dis- tracted to think of anything beside her." II If I could only believe that," said Lady Falconridge doubtfully. ^1 mean that if I felt assured that you would be satisfied to know that Winifred WM with me I would wil- hngly go to her, when you have discovered where she is hidden, and ask her to make her home with me at Glen-Orloeh." That is all I want. When once she is I placed out of his reach and is able to order her life in her own way I shall be satisfied." But you could not come to Glen-Orlooh if •be were there," said Lady Falconridge. Why not? What is to hinder me I coming ?" exclaimed Claude, hotly. Ii You have taught me to despise the oonven- tionalisms of an artificial society, and I mean to do so. We can be friends, I suppose." The position would be one of danger to j both," said Lady Falconridge. I There is nothing to fear," cried Claude. J I have had my hour of temptation, but it is past. Winifred shall not suffer in reputation on my awoutit." But you cannot speak for her," continued j Lady Falconridge. Yon tell me that she knows of your love and returns it. How can she endure being thrown in your company without parn ? If seeing me gives her pain, I will not come to Glen-Orlocb," returned Claude prompUy. J For a moment there was a struggle in the mind of Lady Falconridge, éiod how intense j was the struggle was shown by the nervous working of her pale, thin lips. Iier affection for her son was the supreme joy of her life, and his visits to Gien-Orloch bad hitherto constituted the main souroe of her happiness. How she welcomed his visits. They were the one pure ray of bliss that fell on her in the lonely secluded life that had been her lot since her widowhood. How could she give up this happiness? She felt that to submit to be debarred from the society of her son was a heavy sacrifice to make, and she visibly shrank from the ordeal. I When she looked at his handsome facp, so pale and resolute that the exquisite chiselling of every feature was thrown into stronger relief by the strong emotion that mastered I him, her heart misgave her. She thought, too, of the overthrow of his happiness, and how the wreck of his hopes was made more bitter to him by the knowledge that the woman whom be loved with a futile passion j might be in sorrow, with no one at hand to help her to bear her load, and her lips fal- tered, enable to refuse the boon for whiott he asked. Her mother's love oonquered her reluctance. She was ready to sacrifice her one gleam of happiness to bring peace to bis heart, and she was rewarded by seeing the tension of his features relax when she gave him the promiso be asked for. Meanwhile Lady Falconridge was unable to render Claude the assistance he hoped for, to enable him to solve the mystery of Winifred's retreat. She re-called, one by one, the various incidents of Winifred's life, as she. had heard them at Glen-Orlocb, without affording any- thing in the nature of a clue to her present whereabouts. "Then you know nothing more than tbat her father died in Paris, and that she subse- quently came to Lngland and wen1; into train- ing as a hospital nurse f" queried Claude, anxiously. "Jhat is all," answered Lady Falconridge. "She was always very reticent, yoa remem- ber, about her life after her father's death. Now, of course, her silence is explained. She must have been married when she came to England." "True; and that affords no clue whatever," said Claude. It is impossible she can have friends in England to whom she would go." Claude relapsed into silence, and sat with knitted lJrows pondering the problem, when a servant entered the room bearing a carbon a silver salver. Claude took the card eagerly, and read, Mr. Van Be Wetkh, Private Inquiry Agent. Show Mr. Van De Weyer this way," he said to the servant, and then, turning to Lady Falconridge, he explained, he is the detec- tive who has been watching Denison." Mr. Van De Weyer's appearance raised no suspicion of his calling in life, an advantage possessed by few of his fraternity. He was well and cleanly built. His bearing was smart I and soldier-like, a circumstance explained by the fact that be had served in the conscrip- tion, and at his age—he was not more than tive-and-thirty-he might still look forward to military service in the cause of Father- land. He was a Teuton every inch of him. as indicated by his tall, well-set frame, and his phlegmat c countenance. Impertur- bability was stamped on every lineament of hi* face, though his quick, restless eye denoted great shrewdness and intelligence, 1 hope you bring good news," said Claude, after exchanging greeting# with the detec- tive. That is for Monsieur to decide," said Mr. Van de Weyer, withont moving a muscle of his face. Sir Reginald Denison has left London by the Paris mail from Charing Cross this morning." Claude Maclean and Lady Falconridge exchanged a quick glance of intelligence. Has he obtained tidings of the lady P" asked Claude eagerly. That is impossible to say at present," re- turned the deteotive. What do you mean by 1 at present asked Claude. "Madame Van De Weyer has accompanied him to Paris and will continue her surveil- lance." Is your wife a detective, too ?" asked Lady Falconridge smiling. Madame Van De Weyer is what is called in England 'my better half, replied the detecttve with a bow of respect. If Mon- sieur intends to interfere for the lady's pro- tection I think he should follow," he added, addressing Claude Maclean. "I think so, too," said Claude. "You can accompany me, I suppose ? If Monsieur thinks it neoessary. Madame Van de Weyer has full instructions how to proceed, and may be thoroughly depended upon to do her duty. All tbat is really required is that she shall be furnished with the time of your arrival in Paris." You may be of use if you can come," said Claude. "As Monsieur pleases, I am entirely at your servioe," replied the detective, with another bow. "May I suggest that if your preparations can be made quickly you can take the boat this afternoon from New- haven to Dieppe ? The journey is tedious, but we can arrive in Paris at midnight, which will not give Sir Reginald too long a start." I. A very capital suggestion," exclaimed Claude enthusiastically. What do you say, mother? It depends on you. Will that hurry you too much ? I have no preparations to make," replied Lady Falconridge. "I have not unpacked yet." Then, that is settled," exclaimed Claude. Ii You will meet us at Victoria, Mr. Vande Weyer." If Monsieur pleases," said the detective, rising to take his leave. And soon after midnight Lady Falconridge and Claude Maclean arrived in Paris. (To be continued,)'
The Downward Step.
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The Downward Step. Some four miles from the centre of the busy manufacturing town of 13- there is a row of small cottages, very simple in con- struction, and having little attraction except- ing the low rent demanded for them. They are far from town, and there is no public con- veyance to shorten the distance, so that only those who are compelled by poverty to choose a cheap residence reside there. Bat each house has a little garden attaohed to it, with hedges between, and some of these I wee domains were bright with flowers. One day two children sat ander one of the hedges, busy in building a house of chips. Close enough to touch them, but separated by the hedge, a man crouched listening to the baby I prattle as eagerly as if it held important information. If we touch any of old Bates's posies he'll eat us. Hannah says so said the younger of the children, a bright boy, three years old. The other one, a grave-looking little maiden of five, answered seriously :— Men don't eat boys and girls. Mamma says we must say 'Mr. Bates,' not 'old Bates.' And she says perhaps he's not cross, but sick or sorry. He looks cross '•Mamma aays not to touch his posies, 'cause it'lJ.øtealing!" W e\(g.ot someF said the litilo girl; but njamraa's so busy, she can't have posies." And, indeed, there was a strong contrast between the few poor plants in Mrs. Grey's garden and those that met the eye in the next one. The old man who lived there alone, ragged and forlorn, seemed to have but one pleasure, and that was working in the tiny garden, making every foot of it beautiful with choicest flowers. That he always listened intently to every voice from his neighbour's cottage, drawing as close as the hedge per- mitted to the open windows, none knew but himself. He bad been three months in the poor House, and listened eagerly to any scrap of gossip about Mrs. Grey. He heard the ser- vants pitying her "come duwn" when her husbands failure in business was followed by his death. He bad heard Hannah, the one servant, tolling another from across the street of the luxury her mistress bad enjoyed only one year before, and bewailing the poverty that made her walk to town, day after day, to give music lessons to support her children. Ever shrinking from notice, Mr. Bates was as watchful of his neighbour as a detective. He was a tall man, bent over as if crippled by age or pain, and his face, deeply lined and very stern, was shaded by gray hair, soft and abtui- dant. Green spectacles concealed a pair of large, dark eyes that softened strangely as he listened to the children. Many times he had seemed about to speak to them, starting forward, but always draw-1 ing back with a muttered "Better not! better not!" But on this day he went from bush to bush of his rarest flowers, until he had his hands tilled, when he tossed the whole fragrant mass over the hedge into thel.ip3 of the astonished children. When they looked up a face over the hedge amazed them still more, for the old man was smiling. This was the beginning of their friendship, 1. and everyday saw it grow stronger, livening j found Mrs. Grey at home, and at bed-time there was always some new story of baby prattle, telling how xYfr. Bates had let the children wander about in his house and garden in perfect freedom. But he avoided her, giv- ing her no opportunity to thank him. She would have been glad, out of her scanty means, to offer some neighbourly help to his greater poverty, but there was something re- pellant in his face and voice that held her back. She wondered even that the children were not afraid of him. It was in September that for the first time sho, too, crossed the boundary of his- garden, timidly, for she was a shy, gentle little woman. Only twenty-five years old, she looked, in spite of her heavy mourning and pale, sorrowful face, even younger. Widowed and an orphan, her life was cen- tered in her children, and she could not be ungrateful for kindness phowii to them. bo when they told her their eccentric friend had hurted his foot dreadful bad," she con- quered her sby timidity, and went to offer assistance. •< It was nothing," he told her gruffly, as she entered the bare, mean sitting-room, where he lay upon a sofa, but he let her bring him some dinner and wait upon him, owning that the pain of a bad sprain had pre- vented his cooking for himself. The children trotted to and fro, delighted to wait upon him, but he was not very gracious, and said bat little, until Mrs. Grey said :— Cyril, dear, get mamma another slice of bread." What did you call the boy?" he asked, sharply. "Cyril. Oh, you have only heard his pet I name, I Birdie.' Birdie, come here and tell Mr. Bates your name." "Cvril Preston Grey," said the child, Cyril Preston said Mr. Bates, harihly* "I knew a man of that name once." Every shadow of colour left the widof* face, and she looked for a moment as if she would faint. Then, conquering this by a violent effort, she said: You knew him ?" I knew no good of him," was the qui*3* reply. He was a thief She tried to speak, but her white lips madØ no sound. The man I mean," continued Mr. BAWI was a defaulter from the B-- Bank, gø had been cashier there, and he stole money. The blood rushed to the widow's face, her voice trembled with anger, as she said Since you know that, you should also know that Cyril Preston has re-paid e*er £ dollar, principal and interest, to the bafl* five years ago." You knew him, too ?'* He was my dear brother." Dear ? You surely do not hold a brothef dear who disgraeed you "CyriJ," the mother said, what do yofJ pray for every night ?" The child repeated a baby prayer, and added, God bless dear mamma and N annIe, and bless dear Uncle Cyril, and bring hi10 home to mamma." There was a moment of silence, and the" Mrs. Grey sent the children away. When she was alone with her neighbour she said: II Yon say you know my brother. Call you tell me anything of him P Oh. if yoø could know how I long to hear I" Is it not better to know nothing of a who was only a curse to those who him ?" You are a harsh judge. If he sinned, he atoned. He has repaid everything." Killed his parents ?" Not so. If they sorrowed for his sin they rejoiced in his repentance. His name never harshly mentioned in his home, aitf* earnest prayers were daily offered for bin* Where is he ? Tell me all you know of hico. And then, with a sudden movement, Mrs, Grey bent her head an4, broke into a pa*' sion of tears, sobbing: 1\1y brother! My brother!" She had wept violently, but when her sobi grew more quiet, a gentle hand was put upol' her bowed head, and a low, tender VOlet said: Anna!" She looked up. A gray wig lay on illo floor, and on that a pair of green spectacle but the face bending over her was that of » man of thirty-five or six, with brown bJJr and soft, dark eyes. It was ten long since she had seen that face, and sorrow made it far older than the years would b*v* done, but sbe knew it at once. Cyril! Cyril!" she cried, kneeling beside him, with her arms around bis neck. 0* my dear, dear brother!" You are glad!" he said in a low voico Of amazement. Glad to see me!" Glad, for I love you! Who was alw*?? the kindest brother to his little sister. C/r' could you think ever I did not love you!" A thief! A forger he said bitter' I have no excuse f»r my sin, Anna, that mean one only too often pleaded, that meant to replace the money. It was lost io gambling! My feet were on the bigbvrsy to ruin, when I saw that disoovery of Of theft was inevitable, and 1 fled. Bat punishment began at once, and never remorse more gnawing, penitence more si0' cere." You were never out of our prayerS, Cyril." t "Darling, that was as the bitterness .o! death, that certainty that I had brought d' grace upon ray home—made my father's o*1" a reproaoh." But you did all you could to atone." Is Yoa can never know, dear, tbrolJg what privation and toil I earned the to pay the bank, 1 went hungry, half-clotb and half-frozen, working early and every dollar. But when the debt was paid tune smiled on me. My employers were men, and they gave me an opening in factory. Do you remember, Anna, how laughed at because I thought I could inv 1 think, even now, if father had let me my dearest wish and study machinery I n»' £ j never have fallen. Bat I hated the bank,*11 any temptation is doubled to escape fr°- drudgery. My love of machinery 0 laughed out of me at home, but it bec* t my friend when I needed one. In the [ intervals of leisure I had at the factor^i ( perfected a patent tbat my employers adop-jv and helped me to introduce into other f* £ j ries. It has made me a rich man, Anna- I craved a sight of my old homp, and the faces there, and so I came to B parents were dead, and you a widow and pO to Dear, do you guess how I have longed f help you since I came to be your neighbor and yet feared you would curse M, If spoke r" A "Hush 1" she said softly. "I am of sorry you are rich, Cyril. I was thinking (J" the joy it would be to me to work for ,0Ø' i'ou vriil go with Aie, Anna, to my home, I cannot stay here. Every face j B would 6eem to reproach me. have a home where you and your chil^^ can be happy, and where you can fold 1°^ hands in idleness, if that will please you. 00 is a lonely, desolate home now, Anna, but will brighten it for me ? "Gladly." 4 Iier held her in a close embrace for a | minutes; then he said, whispering: Anna, tell me where Lena is ?" She shivered a moment, and her voice full of sorrow as she said Lena is in Boston. Married P" Yes." She did not forgive me f No she was very bitter." > 1 deserved it. I had no rignt to risk happiness as well as my own name. I could ask her to marry me after I becaII,^) shame to all who loved me ? Yet I loved & Anna." I know, dear, but Lena was proud." J "She was right to forget me. I sinned was justly punished. But, oh! if I c°lit make all young men, all boys, realise 4 importance of the first step in dishonesty would gladly give my life. Only a fived"^ bill, Anna, at first, but the remptatioll repeated, the strength to resist grew we,& until the end. Can you—dare you trust,, dear, to those young lives so dear to yoo • ( Yes; more willingly than I would to 1 who did not know the bitterness of sin penitenoe." J So two cottages were vacated and io brother's beautiful home Annie Grey trIeS J make the life of a repentant sinner peace and usefulness. Cyril Preston, and penitent, thanks God daily for the that could not die, even when bitter came to crush it. He is a prosperous, ell man, but ever in his heart is the sorrow shame that will follow sin, no matter & deep the repentance. And ever his that Cyril, his nephew, may learn from J1 to avoid that first downward step that leg sin.—2Cew York Ltdgev. I
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