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When he left, however, at his usual dinner hour he was with- out the slightest inclination to eat, and with a craving for some relief from the monotony of the glaring streets. he walked up to Regent’s Park, hoping that there perhaps he might- find the fresh air for which he was longing. “Come along, will you!” shoutâ€" ed a rough voice behind him. He glanced round and saw an evil- lookingtfiupp who was speaking to a most forlorn little boy at his heels. The child seemed ready to drop, but with a look of misery and fear and effort, most painful to see in such a. young face, it hurried on, keeping up a wretched little sort of trot at the heels of its father, who tramped on doggedly. Presently the tramp pause-d outside a public- house. “Wait for me there in the park,” he said to the child, giving it a push in the direction. And the little fellow went on obe- diently, until, just at the gate, he caught sight of a costermonger’s barrow on which cool green leaves and ripe red strawberries .were temptingly displayed. Frithiof lin- gered a minute to see what would happen, but nothing happened at all, the child just stood there pati- ently. “Have you ever tasted them?” said Frithiof, drawing nearer. The boy shook his head shyly. “Would you like to “I” Still he did not speak, but a look of rapture dawned in the wistful child eyes. “Sixpcnnyw0rth,” said Frithiof to the costermonger; then signing to the child to follow, he led the ’ ONLY A‘ MONTH; OR. A CURIOUS MYSTERY EXPLAINED. Earns: 1:23;: lliff’iffium'ns a a Frithiof grew deadly white. Feel- ing sick and giddy, he made his way along Oxford Street, noticmg dream. Just in front- of Buzzard’s 3. Victoria was waiting,"a remark- ably good-looking man stood on the pavement talking to its occupant. Frithiof would have passed by with- out observing them had not a fa- miliar voice startled him into keen consciousness. He looked up hast- ily and saw Lady Romiauxâ€"not the Blanche who had won his heart in Norway, for the lips that had once been pressed to his wore a hard look of defiance, and the eyes that had ensnared him had now an exâ€" pression that confirmed only too well the story he had just read. He heard her give a little artifi- cial laugh in which there was not even the ghost of mcrriment, and after that it seemed as if a great cloud had descended on him. He moved on mechanically, but it was chiefly by a sort of instinct that he found his way back to the shop. “Good heavens, Mr. Falck! how ill you are looking!” exclaimed the head man as he glanced at him. “It’s a good thing Mr. Robert will be back again'soon. If I’m not very much mistaken, he’ll put you into the doctor’s hands.” “Oh, it is chiefly thishot wea- ther,” said Frithiof, and as if anxi- ous to put an end to the conversaâ€" tion. he turned away to his desk and began to write, though each word cost him a painful effort, and seemed to be dragged out of him by sheer force. At tea-time he wan- dered out in the street, scarcely knowing what he was doing, and haunted always by Blanche’s sadly altered face. “Then he returned he found that the boy who dusted the shop had spilled some ink over his order-book whereupon he flew into one of those violent passions to which of late he had been liable, so entirely losing his self-control that those about alarmed. “I can bear it no longer,” be Way into the park, sat down onlsaid to himself. “I have tried to the nearest seat, put- the basket of strawberries down beside him, and glanced at his little companion. “There, now sit down by me and enjoy them,” he said. And the child needed no second ’bidding, but began to eat with an eager delight which was pleasant to see. A “Eat, too,” said the child, point- ing to the basket. And Frithiof, to smiled and i took strawberries. “There, the rest are for you,” he said. “Do you like them 2” “Yes,” said the child emphatié Cally; “and I like you.” “Why do you like me '2” “I was tired, and you was kind to me, and these is real jammy l” But after this fervent little speech he said no more. Then before long the father reappeared, and the lit- tle fellow with one shy nod of’the head ran off, looking back wistfully every now and then at the stran- ger who would be remembered by him to the very end of his life. The next day, something happen- ed which added the last drops to Frithiof’s cup of misery, and made it overflow. The troubles of the past year, and the loneliness and poverty which he had borne had gradually broken down his health, and there came to him now a re‘ relation which proved the final blow. He was dining at his usual restaurant. Too tired to eat much, he had taken up a bit of one of the society papers which some one left there, and his eye fell on one him, three please two or of those detestable paragraphs which pander to the very lowest tastes of the public. No actual name was given, but everykone knowing anything about her could not fail to see that Blanche Romi- aux was the woman referred to. The most revolting insmuations, the most contemptible gossip, end- ed with the words, “An interesting divorce case may soon be expect- ed.” {bear this life, but it’s no useâ€"â€"no use.” Yet after awhile there rose with- in him a thought which checked the ,haunting visions of failure and the alonging for death. He remember- ied the face which had so greatly struck him the day before, and again those kindly words rang in his ear, “Courage! the worst will pass.” At length cloisng time came. He dragged himself back to Vauxhall, shut himself into his dreary little room, pulled the table toward the . open window, and began to work at Herr Sivertsen’s translating. But at last he was at the very end of his strength. A violent shivering fit seized him. Work was no lon- ger possible; he could only stagger to the bed, with that terrible con- .sciousness of being utterly and lhopelessly beaten, which to a man is so hard to bear. Later on, when the summer twi- ’light deepened into night, and he could no longer make out the har- bor, and the shipping, and the fa- miliar mountains, he buried his face in the pillow and sobbed aloud, in a forlorn misery which, even in l Paradise, must have wrung his mo- Ether’s heart. | 'X' * * * 1 Roy Boniface came back from De- ‘I vonshire the following day, his holi- ]day being shortened by a week on account of the illness of Mrs. Hor- ner’s uncle. As there was every reason to expect a legacy from this aged relative, Mr. Horner insisted on going down at once to see whe- ther they could be of any use. relieved the monotony of his daily work by always keeping " two or three hobbies in hand. The mania for collecting had always been en- couraged at Rowan Tree House, and just now botany was his keen- est delight. He was contentedly mounting specimens on the night him began to look ' making him more than ever fussy and pompous. . “Ah, so you have come back; that’s all right!” he exclaimed. “I had hoped you would have come round to us. However, no matter, I don’t know that there is anything special to say, and of course this sad news has upset my wife very much.” “Ah,” said Roy, somewhat skep- tical in his heart of hearts about the depth of her grief. “We were sorry to hear about it.” “We go down the first thing to- morrow,” said James Homer, “and shall, of course, stay on. They say there is no hope of recovery.” “By the bye,” said Mr. Horner, “I have just remembered to tell . you that provoking fellow, Falck, never turned up to-day. He never even had the grace to send word that he wasn’t coming.” “Of course he must be ill,” said Roy, looking disturbed. “He is the last follow to stay away if he could possibly keep up. him looking ill before we left.” “I don’t know said James Horner, putting on his rection of the speaker. hat; “but he certainly has the worst temper I’ve ever come across. It was extremely awkward without him to-day, for already we are short of hands.” “There can hardly be much do- ing,” said Roy. like a desert. However, of course I’ll look 11p Falck. I dare say he’ll be all right by to~morrow.” But he had scarcely settled him- self down comfortably to his work after James Horner’s welcome de- parture when the thought of Fri- thiof came to trouble him. Like most people, Roy was sel- fish. With an effort he tore him- self away from his beloved speci- mens, and set off briskly for Vaux- hall, where, after some difficulty, he found the little side street in which, among dozens of others pre- cisely like it, was the house of the three Miss Tumours. A little withered-up lady opened the door to him, and replied nerv- ously to his question. “Mr. Falck is ill,” she said. “He seems very feverish; but he was like it once before, when he first came to England, and it passed off in a day or two.” I “Can I see him ’2” said Roy. “Well, he doesn’t like being dis- turbed at all,” said Miss Charlotte. “He’ll hardly let me inside the room- But if you would just see him, I should really be glad. You will judge better if he should see the doctor or not.” ' “Thank you, I’ll go up then. Don’t let me trouble. you.” “It is noise he seems to mind so much,” said Miss Charlotte. “Si if you will find your way up alone. perhaps it would be best. It is the first door you come to at the top of the last flight of stairs.” Roy went up quietly, opened the door as noiselessly as he could, and went in. “I wish you wouldn’t come in again,” said an irritable voice from the bed. “The lightest footstep is torture.” We all thought see how ill his friend seemed. about illneSS,” turning his flushed face in the diâ€" “London looks‘thought I would come and see after For Student and Faculty One ink filling of. a medium sized \Vaterman’s Ideal will write about 20,000 words. Think what a savingr '0'" Emu“ 0! time that means. You can write conveniently, anywhere,’ with this pen. that you carry safely in yOur pocket. \Vnterman's Ideal makes poor writing good and good writing better. The rubber holder is strong and finely finished, and the pen point is I4-carat gold. With average care one Waterman’s Ideal will last you for a lifetime. Avoid substitutes. 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