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unscrupulou'5 nuraE a way to have rev< nge. The property would all descend to an heir; the child, as yet unrecognised by Its mother, was a girl. The temptation came and was admitted. -Let us chaiige </f<° fA''MrcM. My boy shall be the heir of all the proud estates-the girl shall be my charge instead, and I shall then, through him, control the fortune-! of the future Deanes; aye, better still, shall stab the father In a tender place; when all his love is centred on his heir! This whisper came to her at night-almost audibly it seemed to her-as she sat gazing on the moonlit beach and scanning the sea, whose never-ceasing surf keep booming on the shore. But how to effect the exchange ? Her own child would never pass as Mrs. Deane's while on that there. The doctor-would know them even. No; the doctor had been there but once, and never inquired for the child. lie was ill, poor man, and, some said, dying. The clergyman was asked, and had been put aside at once. Nothing easier should the mother not yet recover: and if a ship would only come how well it might be done' And so she thought and planned all night, and nursed the children underneath the boat turned bottom upward on the beach. Two pretty mites they were, these babes—both very small and fair, with dark and dark-blue eyes and dimpled arms and rounded cheeks, though pale just then-brother and tister they might be as yet; and so Lucy pandered tven as she nursed the heiress, and watched her baby sleeping. The morning dawned, and still she sat and gazed in dreamy longing e'er the sea. Of a sudden she started up, and with 'a piercing scream roused the sailors and the other men at once. The doctor, pushing from his hut of boughs, was running head- long to the sea. He was mad—the fever had seized him in its full embrace—and he was mad' Ere they could stop him he had rushed to the rocks, which were high above the swirling sea. Throwing his arms aloft, he I eried out: Help help! A sail! a sail! Hurrah!" He teaped into the foaming breakers and was seen no more alive. For one brief second his head was -visible in the foam, and then he sank to bf torn in pieces by the sharks which crowded round the body. 1 Lucy Layton heaved a dee" sigh. Poor man she said, despite herself, and then a rushing flood of thought came full upon her br .in. The l!t,st objec- tion to her plan had been removed. The doctor dt;nd she had nothing more to fear. The children woutdbt changed, and her revenue would be a'complisbed. But the poor maniac's cries had duectcd attention to the sea; and yonder, bearing down with sa' Is all set, her sails at full from truck to tanrail, comes a full-rigged ship, the Biiti,h ensin streaming from the peak. They came nearer and nearer. A yell of joy and welcome went up from all assembled on the shore. Ha da were Nvvf,,d, oars were spliced and lifted up with handle chiefs for fags, and cheer after cheer as given for the ship. The clergyman amongst the rest was wild as any schoolboy, and ran up and down upon the shore within a srrull space as if he had. hit a succession, of sixes at'a cricket match and w:s running them all out at once. The noise and cheering had long ere this awakened Mrs. Dcane, who iecbly inquired the cause of all the uproar. She had then recovered her faculties, and Lucy noticed her collected manner and her lo fin gaze as it rested on the child. Give me my baby, nurse," cried the poor mother. How can I ever repay you—tell me. Yes; th<re then, my darling'. Come, give it to me— quick. 13 it a boy or girl r_l hope——- But which is it ?—<cll me. Lucy pretended not to hear, but the question could not be ignored. Now or never was the time. A. aigh escaped her, but she rose, and taking up the <:hild, xhe said- A si,lendici. boy--fin heir for the colonel, worthy of his parents, I'll be bound "A boy! Ob, nurse, I am so glad. Colonel Deano wiU be delighted. My hoy, my boy And th& poor lady, clasping the baby'boy, fell* backwards on the rough couch which had been ex- temporised for her use. In a few hours afterwards the survivors of the IJurham Castl were taken on board the homeward- bound ship which had picked up another boat, and came cruising on the chance so near the shore on which the rescued people had gained a footing. Thus Lucy Layton had succeeded in her plan, and, clasping the little girl in her arms, she went on board the ship defiant and expectant. Her revenge had yet to come unon the man who tad despised and scorned her thr<*ugh his supposed thild-her own. on' (TQ be continued.)