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f [". EIGHTS RESEKVBD. ] ;¡Õy LASS I OR I THE STRANGE STORY OF VIOLET I. BY I MARION WARD. H i* Ftf)T Author 01 Loves Thorny Path, Fair Lady." &c. CHAPTER XVL I ACCUSED OF THEFT. I The letter which had so raised Violet Mason's hopes was not, in the Least like that other letter which lured her to Grange End some weeks before, though it must have been from someone well acquainted with her movements, since it was addressed to her new lodging-, 99, Hyatt's Row. "My doar Violet,—You have little cause to think kindly of your mother, but I Impe to show you that it is not my fault my only child has grown up a stranger to me. I expect your Aunt Hannah has told you just t-ke bare facts of my story, how that I was the youngest ynd prettiest of a large family, and she spoilt me as much as though she had been my mother instead of only my elder sister. I was in qaie of the Buralem pot-banks. The over- seer fell in love with me, and we were married before I was eighteen. "M.Y h-ufiband had always been free with his money, so when he died two years later there was nothing saved, and I and my baby were H?aiiniih got me a poet as maid to a lady g(jng to India, promising to look after you herself while I was away. I bad a good time in India, and I was able to send Hannah plenty of money for my little girl. Then, when you were eight years old, I married again, my second husband, Captain Staunton., being a gentleman and thinking no end of me, although on one poisrt he was as hard as a flint; he would not let me send for vou. But he agreed that I should send Hannah double the sum she had always had, and you should stay with her. "Hannah wrote to me sometimes, and she gave you her own name for fear your father'8 family should try to get posses- sion of you; she said they would think Violet Mason belonged to our brother James, who went to Australia ages Ago. "But I want to tell you of the future, our future, which I hope will be spent together, Violet, if' you can forgive your poor mother her long- neglect of you. Captain Staulltün died this summer, and as soon as I could get my business affairs settled I came to England and got to Birmingham a fortnight ago. "What I heard then horrified me! In all the years of my absence I never sent Hannah less than twenty pounds for you, and for a long time past it has been oter fifty, yet I hear she sent you to a factory as soon as you left school! ".She is de8-d, poor soul, so I must not say what I think of her. Even as a young woman she was of a very careful, saving turn, so she mry have banked the money in your name. She had queer notions, too, about people keeping to their own station and not trying to rise above it, so she may have thought it right to bring you up as a factory lass. < "That is all changed now. I have five hundred a year of my very own, and 'I mean to take a villa, at fldgbasten and give my girl a happy time. "You will wocder that I write instead of coming to see you, but I do not want J vour landlady to see me. When you and 1 are settled in Edgbaston. we don't want her to be coming round and asking for „yeu jaiflt because you once lodged with her. "So you must meet me somewhere fcr us to .discuss our plans. I think you had better come and have tea with me at House, the big draper's near New Street Station. Be at the entrance to the tea-room at four o'clock on the day you get this letter, and I will be waiting for you there. I am still in widow's mourning, so there will be no difficulty in your recognising me, and I sincerely hope, dear, that you will soon learn to love "Your affectionate mother, "ADA STAUNTON." Violet read this long letter through with kfcsn pleasure, and not a single doubt as- sailed her as to its bona tides, for the writer had contrived with consummate clearness to add a few facts to her narra- tive which Violet knew to be true. Aunt Hannah had always told the girl they came originally from Burslem, and that she herself had worked in a pot-bank there. She had expatiated on the idleness I and vanity of her youngest sister Ada, who had actually turned her back on weil paid, honest work to go to the euds of the earth as white slave to some rich lady. Then the widow récrwd to her sister's saving ways, hinting that Hannah banked the remittances instead of spending them on Violet, and the- old maid herself on her deaiJi-bed had alluded to "her little hoard." It all fitted in, there was not one link wanting. "She is my mother, she will take care, of me, and all this dreadful loneliness will be over," thought Violet, with a sigh of intense relief. T IShoe had been "out" more than a month now, and in spite of Mrs. Jcnes's sovereign she had had a very hard time. As. soon as she foun4 the sort of woman Miss Gibbs was, the dread of being turned penniless into the streets if her three shillings were I not forthcoming every Monday, took posses- sion of the poor girl, and she paid six weeks' rent In advance so that whatever happened she would at least have a, roof over her head for that time. For the rest, she had lived on as little as she could, tea and toast being her great stand-by; indeed, Slllce. Mrs. Jones left Birmingham Violet had not had oe good, substantial meal, the result being that her cheeks had begun to look thinner, there were dark .rings round her eyes, and the- thin, drawn mouh told its own tale of patient suffering. It wanted live, minutes to four when Violet reached the prill cipal entrance to Stafford House, and her heart sank within her, for a. sale w.i3 going on and the shop looked thronged. She entered the shop slowly, gazing a little vaguely about her—conduct which, poor child, had she only known it, was the very way to excite suspicion from the shop- walkers and cue or two detectives in plain clothes, who stationed near the most thronged counters with a," view to detecting any attempt at shop-lifting. One of the girls Behind the lace counter I looked a little less unapproachable than the rest. She had fair, hair, a little like Nora Smith's, and just the oame bright blue eyes, and somehow that touch of ? resemblance to her friend emboldened Violet to ask her a question. Please could you tell me the was to the tea-room? she said .hesitatingly. "I have to meet someone there." Mabel Greene was a very kind-hearted girl, and instead of snubbing the shabby questioner, she flashed on her a sunny smIle., The te:¡,oom'g on the second floor. If you go up in the lift you'll find the door lust opposite where you get out." In the distance Violet could see a notice, "To the lift," and she turned from 'the lace counter to make her way towards it, when she suddenly felt. a sharp tug at her ulster, but she waited a moment and then passed, oo. "In such f. 'crowd as this, people must jostle each other a. bit, she reflected quietly. If I wa a great" ladv yrifh a tlUr,, full of I might.feel a bit afraid of pickpockets, but there's nothing on me that anjroiw* could want to steal." I She hada.chcd the lift; another moment and she would have entered it, but before her turn came to pass- through the doorway, a tall man seized her rather roughly by tl,e-,Oxm and asked, What? have you got in your pocket?" Utterly bewildered, Violet turned to her questioner. Notlring except my purse, a letter, and a handkerchief," she answered quietly, I have not bought anything here; JI only came to moot a lady in the tea-room." I shall have to trouble you to come with me to the manager's office," returned the man sharply. You'd better come quietly," he added in a threatening torre as the girl hesitated, or it will be worse for you." Almost as though by magic, a tall, middle- aged man seemed to appear from nowhere, and addressed himself to her persecutor. "'I am a shareholder in this company," lie said gravely, "and a personal friend of the manager. I will answer for this young ludy a3 for myself." "I don't know you, air," the detective said curtly, "and my orders are to charge the young woman with stealing a collar, value .two guineas, from the lace counter. You can come with her to the manager if vou can cozne -vv?, *th lier to ?hQ manager if vE)u "We will both go to the manager," was the answer. "Miss, Mason," turning ta, Violet, "I can see tha.t you liave quite for- gotten me, but I am thankful for your sake that I am here." I "I know you now," and Violet drew a long, trembling breath. "You are Major Muurc. Mr. Seymour, the manager of Hethericg- j ton's, was soon in 'the melancholy looking waiting-room to which Violet and her cham- pion had been conducted, and the defective, Austin, did not feel much comfort in seeing him +- take the major's hand and give it a hearty grip. The man told his story. He had seen the young woman hanging about the laco counter; he had-followed her, and had dis- tinctly seen the end of a valuable- lace collar protruding from her ulster poekct. "I never stole it," said Violet simply, when Austin had triumphantly produced the collar from her pocket, "I came here to—to meet a lady. I can show you the letter making the appointment." Mr. Seymour took the folded sheet and read the passage. He looked very grave. "This proves that you were in the shop for a perfectly legitimate purpose. How do you account for this collar being found in your ulster pocket?" "There was a crowd round the lace counter," said' Violet, "and I waited there quite five minutes till I could get a chance to speak to the young lady in charge of 'it. I wanted to ask her the way to the tea- room. "Miss Greene is at the lace counter." sfeid the manager. tr Austin "-to the detective— "yon had better ask her to step here." "It was Miss Greene set me on the young woman's track," said Austin. "She told me she had missed a valuable collar, and she was sure a. woman with black hair who had been hanging about the counter asking ques- tions had taken it." "There was a black-haired woman, with a. red face, looking at the collars," said Violet, soon after I left the counter I felt a tug at my uLster. Perhaps she really took tfce collar and put it into my pocket when she found she was being followed." "I shouldn't wonder," said the manager quietly; then, as the detective disappeared, he turned to his friend and asked: "By th,- way, Munro, where do you come in ? '«& cojne in' because I know Miss Mason to be incapable of theft. Not much more than two months ago I had the misfortune to cause her aunt's' death, for the pgox lady I was knocked down by my car aijd. died within two hours, and although I was acquitted of all blame at the inquest, I called: on Miss bson-who, I understood, to be the vic- tim's only near relatioTi-to offer her pecu- niary compensation for her aunt's loss. She absolutely rrf,sed to take a penny; she said- she was young and strong and preferred to earn her own living. Now, Mr. Seymour, a girl who was so full of honest independence in August cfoesn't turn- thief in October." "I should say 1100," said Mr." Seymour. "But here comes Austin, and Miss Greene with him." The fair-haired assistant flashed Violet a look of kindly sympathy, a-nd went straight to the point at once. "I am positive that the collar was taken ty a stout, mi&dle-ageti woman with black hair and a red face. She has been hanging abmit my counter two or three times "this afternoon, and when I spoko to her she always asked for some sort of lace Tve do not stock. I remember this young lady," she glanced at Violet, "perfectly. She asked me the way to the tea-room, but she was not near enough to the missing collar to have taken it, and I saw it safe after she had turned away." To do Mr. Seymour justice, he admitted ■ Violet's innocence fully, and, apologised to her for all the unpleasantness she had gone through, finally suggesting that she should go to the tea-room and keep her long-delayed appointment. "You are not fit to go," .said Major Munro kindly, "the tea-room will be crammed, and you look ready to faint now. I am sure Mr. Seymour will allow you to wait here, and' I will keep the appointment in your stead. Do you know the lady's name, and can you de- scribe her?" "Mrs. Staunton. She would be in widow's words. I think she is nearly forty, but prob- ably she looks older, as she has spent many years in India." (To be Continued.) _1-

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