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He knocked two or three times Without getting'aiiy response; but sud; fiently he heard a voice inquire impatient y: I “Well. wot is it?” ' Looking down in the direction of the vows, he saw a young woman‘s smut-ty face peering at him indignantly from’_be- tween' the banistcrsof the basement stairs. “I am inquiring for a. personâ€"u fiddler ~" he began. ' “Second floor back." said the slavey, and the face instantly disappeared. though Clive could hear murmurs ofyreproach and complaint 'until they were drowned by the slamming of a door in the basement. After a moment or two of hesitation. he went 1in the rickety stairs. and knocked at a door on the second floor. It was a moment, or two before he received any answer; then a low voice said, "Come in,” and he entered. In a low, chair beside a handful of fler sat the girl he had rescued from the hook- gans. She was leaning back with her shawl wrapped round her as if she were cold; her face was very pale, and her large, dark eyes met his with a startled questioningvshe rose, gripping the arm of the. chair, and continued to gaze at him With surprise and an expression that would have been one of fear but for a touch of something that looked like a shy pleasure. The color rose to the clear olive of her face. and accentuated its girlish beauty; her lips opened, as if she would speak; but she said nothing, and only continued to gaze at him. ‘_‘I hoperI have not startled you?" said Clive. “I came to ask after you. and was told to walkup. I hope you are not ill from last night’s adventure. that you were not seriously hurt by that young ruffian." _ The tone, the manner in which he ad- dressed her, were just those in which he would have spoken to a girl of his own class; they had none of, that fatal and foolish condescension which some persons conSider it proper to assume when they are speaking to their inferiors. And the gill “‘9mf‘fl {’9 respond to his inborn court- esV. 0 rise to the GC‘ESSICZI, F“ 1t: we"): - I the color still struggled in For cheeks. and her bosom still fluttered; but she said quite calmly, and with a self~possession and grace that-rivers» not lost; upon Clive: “Thank you. it is very kind of you. sir. Won't you sit down?" . Clive drew .forward a. chair and waited for her to resume her seat: again just as he would have doneaif she had been a. girl of his own class. ‘onuhaven't answered my question," he said With a smile. She smiled in response. “Oh, no. I am not ill; ll'. was rather a nasty cut, but Tibby saw to itâ€"it was not bad enough for a doctor." She paused. then went on. "I am quite ashamed when I think ofâ€"- of last night. It was foolish of me to be so frightened and to faint; but I am al- ways nervous when I am singing in the streets." Her eyes were cast down. and her clasped hands closed over each other tightly; then she looked up at him with ‘51. quick glance. “I am not obliged to go; don't think that; it is my own free will. Elisha would rather I didn't; indeed. he has been all against it from the first; butâ€"f' she looked at him again, almost appealingly. as if she were eager that he should undemtandâ€"“but I felt that I ought to do something. that I ought to help to earn some money. Elisha is not â€"not strong. You saw. And sometimes he is not able to.play. And I do help them, him and Tibby. People give me money; more money than they give him, Elisha. says. when he's alone. But not often as much as you gave me last night. It wasâ€"too much. I wanted. to thank you for it, and all your kindness to us: but"â€" agnin she lookednt him appealingly. with :1. faigit apologetic smileâ€""there was not imc. “No,” said Clive.- with an answering smile. "But it. wasn't necessary to thank me. _Your song was worth more than that trifling sum. Is Elisha your fatherâ€" brother?" . ‘ “No,” she replied; "he's no relation:"’ Clive was not surprised at the informa- tion. Accustqmed as he was to the ap- parent _inconsistencies which were always presenting themselves to him in the lives of the poor people with whom he came in contact, he was struck by the girl’s manner, her mode of speech. and her voice; they were distinctly superior to those of the class to which she belonged: they were as freefrom vulgarity and as strangely inconsistent with her surround- ings as her graceful figure and the refined beauty of her face. "And Tibby’" he asked. “Tibbv is Elisha's daughter." she said, her dark grey eyes growing soft with syru- pathy and affection. “She calls me her sister. but I am not. I wish I was. for we love each other like sisters; and she is good, oh. very good to -me! So is ’Lisha." she dropped the. "E" in her earn- estness, and Clive liked her all the better for doing so. "I am an orphan. 'Lisha found me under the archway one night when I was ababv; and he has taken care of me ever smce: adopted me. don't you call it? He taught me to sing. He is a. great musician: you heard him play? But he doesn't play so well in the streets as he does at home here. Ah. then it is beautifulâ€"when we are alone, and it is quite quiet. He is nervous in the streets. too: though you wouldn't think it." "'es. he is a very fine player," said Clive. “I knew that while I was listening to him last night." Her eyes glowed with pleasure. and she leaned forward slightly. and nodded eagerly. "Are you fond of Dark Shadow; 01', A Coming Vengeance l l l l l i I l l singing?" "Oh, yes." she replied. with .a long breath. "It is"â€"â€"she looked round as if' for a wordâ€""beautiful, especially when I am by myself. and there is no one listen- ing, looking on. I_ forget everything then, and nothingâ€"nothing seems to matter.” ca see that you, too, are a musician," said Clve.‘ ~ - -'~ ."Oli. no." she hastened .tosay simply. "I Don't play anything. Elishiijried to save money enough to buy a pianoâ€"die said that it would be so much oetter for me, that presently I might get some engage- ments. if I could play my own'accom- paniments: but he got ill. He is very delicateâ€"and we had to have‘a doctor, and so the money went; the savings. __I mean; and we didn't have the piano. Elisha fretted‘about it: and he's trying to save Main. v I Wish lifefiulfint Olive was tone at not surprised by her-naive recital. He had long since dis- oovered that self-denial is more apt to flourish in the slums than in Mayfair. "And what does Tibby do?’! he asked. 3‘11 she also a musician?! --~r use. Miss Mina tells me you are train- ing her for the musical profession. She has a. beautiful voice, a sweet and natural one, and I'm sure she is an apt pupil." “You're right, sir. you’re right." assent- ed the dwarf with tremulous eagerness and enthusiasm. “It’s a wonderful voice, or rather it will be when it's properly trained. I do my best; but Iâ€"well. I'm lonly what you see, sir; and she ought to the dan The girl laughed: and Olive thought it a good laugh to hearâ€"it was so soft. so innocent. so girlish. “Oh no; Tibby does not know one note from another, and always mixes up ‘Kll- with if she lariiey' ‘The Minstrel Boy' doesn’t hear the words. But she is very clever." she added. as if she were afraid he should think she was disparaging Tib- by. “She makes flowers. She works at. a factory where they make the artificml onesâ€"for hats and boniiets, you know. She is so quick with her fingers, oh. won- derfully; and has such taste. You should see some of the beautiful things she makes. wreaths and sprays: they look so natural that you feel inclined to smell themâ€"to see if there is any scent." she explained. "But they do not pay her much." she sighed, “not nearly so miich'as they ought to do. Sometimes we _see the flowers that Tibby has made in the shops. and they are marked‘up ever so much; and poor 'l'ibby only gets eighteen- pence a day. Don't you think it is wicked to pay people such a little and get so much for their work?" . , “It is very wicked." said Clive, Wishing that. some of his political friends who called him a visionary. anhgitator. and :1 Don Quixote could see, and .listen to. this girl. “It is one of the things some of us are trying to reform.” , . “Oh. I am glad some one is trying." she said simply. “Tibby will be glad to hear that too. She will be home presently; it is past one, isn’t it?" As “Clive was looking at his watch, a voiceâ€"he recognized Tibby'sâ€"was heard on the staircase. shrilly exclaiming: . "You jest take your hoop off the stairs. Jimmy Ryan. You left it there last night. and I fell over it. and landed on my 'ead on the mat. You be orf home With it: these stairs ain't the proper place for you to ply hoop on. And while you re .Ihave a good me I've heard of." ster, one of the big’nien “I don't agree with you." said Clive. "I've known many a sweet and promising Egicfi‘ rufiiicd by some of the big men you ‘ â€"â€"'â€"""‘-"At n ‘ d _ t 1 i f 1 e o . . _ o cc 0 o ic uro so or in; or us u “That's true enough, sir." said Elisha, More workersfidieir home With our wonderful Chom- “at least. it's often the case: but. whether it is or not, any other mastci" is out of the question; we must go on as we are. I'm 'oping some day to give her a show. as we call it, at some concert or other. I'm sure _sho would be a success, becausei she can suig; yes, she can sing even now; ‘ and in a hall. one as was not too large for her young voice. shc'd make her mark." T “Yes: I think she would," said Clive: "but, if I may venture to oifcr‘any ad- vice to so good a musicianâ€"-â€"" "Meaning me. sir?" said the dwarf. with a mock surprise that touched Clive. “Yes.” he said. “I meant you. I should say, don't hurry hcr; wait until she has grown stronger. less tiiiiidâ€"" . “Mina's stronger than she looks. 511‘; and she’s not nervous; that is. she’s not when she’s singing: she forgets cverytliing'thcn but the music. She’s a born musician. But your advice is good and kindly meant, sir; and I’ll think on it.” “Do,” said Clive. ' He held out his hand, and the dwarf took it. shyly and gratefully, . "Oh. by the way," said Clive, over his shoulder. and as he was leavmg the house. "I should like to send you a litle souvenir. a little remainder of our unpleasant ex- perience last night, or, shall I say. a little thanksgiving for our escape from more serious consequences? You won't be offended?" . , _ The huncliback, with his hand griping the stair-rail, colored and shuffled his feet nervously. "We’re poor enough, sir." he said, "but we've neverâ€"I mean to say. we’ve never took money from any one. excepting what we’ve earned." ‘ Clive went back and laid his hand on the dwarf’s shoulder, his own face as red as Elislia's. ' . “My dear fellow. I should no more think of offering you money than I should think of~ofl’ering you a blow. My little tribute Ian adventure that proves the pos- / ’l‘ 'opics, lcal Process. prices paid rompt l l ; you contract and the )l‘lCOB we pay. COMMERCIAL ART W6 RKS, RISKING A COLLISION. Adventure With a Hand-car in the The fireflies of the tropics are very brilliant, but it is hard to be- lieve that one of them should be mistaken for the headlight of a lo- comotive engine 1- Mr. H. M. Tom- lin'son, how-ever, the author of “The Sea. and the Jungle,” tells of sibility of such a mistake. He was at a. point on tho Maderia, River sixty miles above the falls, from which his steamer was to start for England the next; morning. There road that runs round the falls. With another gentleman and three natives to help them, he made the trip by a handâ€"ear. The sun declined, some monkeys began to howl, and the sunset temâ€" 't, ’ 1; our mother it will be laid at the shrine of Musicâ€"you figufioéid 2%.}? 1:11;“? mifiutes from the understalmliPâ€"whicltil liotllll ylou andtI revetr- plfstkruslhedl §l()1\an-OI; as. Its blast ‘Goat and Compasses’ to wash yer face. once an_ 9V6; an S a exnec you 0 s 00 tie 11 1 ea screens on You’d better tell her from me that soap's accept it in that sense. Good-bye. and g y cheap. almost as cheap as dirt; it’ll be a bit of information for her. I s’pose she doesn’t wash yer because she might lose' Yer. and she wouldn’t know yer again with a clean face." There was a boy’s shrill retort, a sound of scuffling on the stairs. the patter of flying bare feet, and a. moment after- wards the door was flung open, and Tibby bounced in, flushed but triumphant. . “I don’t know wot. boys are coming toâ€"" she began as she opened the door; then she stopped suddenly at the sight of Olive, and, with her arms akimbo and her whole attitude and expression 'an epitome of resentment and indignation. she demanded: , “Well, who are you, and wot do YOU want?" Mina went to her, and laid a soothing hand on her arm. .“It is the gentleman whoâ€"who was so kind to us last night, Tibby,” she said in a 10W Voice. good luck to you!" On his way to his rooms he called at the warehouse of a famous pianoforte maker, and spent nearly an hour selecting an instrument. The man who waited on him found Mr. Clive Harvey rather hard to lease; for it appeared that he wanted a rst-class piano in a cheap and simple case; in fact, he wanted a. sixty-guinea instrument that should look like one cost- ing flve-and-tweiity. He tried a great manyâ€"Clive had a. good touch and a keen earâ€"and at last he selected one. gave his cheque for it. and ordered it to be sent to "Miss Mina, No. 19, Benson's Rents." "Oh. and by the way." he said, "I want it delivered quietly, you know. If you can deliver it without my friends knowmg the firm from whence it comes. I should e “lad.” , b’l‘lle man began to smile knowingly“ but his smile dried up under Clive’s direct and rather stern gaze. and he nr0m1§6d that Clive's instructions should be carried I I was no train that night on the rail- either hand, and the rain beat with the roll of kettleâ€"drums. Then we got on an up grade, and two of the spent natives collapsed, with heaving chests. So the other cha'p and I stood up in the night, looked to the stars, from which no help was to be had, took hold of the pump-handle like gallant gentle- men, and tried to forget that there were twenty mile-s farther to go. Away we went, jog! jog! up-hill. I thought that gradient would not end till my heart and head had burst; but it did end, just in time. We gathered speed on a down “011, is it?" retorted Tibby. “And wot claim. fiilvlzliit," lsahid ,plive, “address it to grade. “re flew_ Presently the . . ? ' i t., v ‘ r. is a,’ no se. . - 333% 1.13111??? gerllflgtifi‘e‘bl liléizeYaLiri‘dqso“l23 (To be continued.) man WIt'h the levels yelled, “The tell himâ€"strite.” ' w... VI<~u â€" l'bl‘arkel brake! Mina's face flushed; and she looked from one to the other appealingly. ‘ “I am sorry you regard my visit as an intrusion, Miss Tibby.” said Clive; “but don't you think you would have concid- ered me rather impolite. not to say hard- heartcd and unfeeling. if I had not come to inquire after yourâ€"sister. who was very cruelly hurt last night?" , bThe word sister somewhat mollified Tib- y. “Oh, that's why you’ve come. is it?” she said, still irater and resentfully. "An’ now, as I suppose she’s told you. you'd better go. We're very much obliged to You: but we don't want no swells here. Swells is all very well in their way. I dare say. though I never could see wot God made ’cm forâ€"any rate, we’ve got no use for ’em. We're 'ard-working people, and wot you'd call poor; but we’re ’onest. an' we’ve got our proper prideâ€"some of us.‘ ’Ow would you like Mina or me or Iii Defence of Stepmotlicrs. Stepmothers (according to a. lady who stands in that relationship) have more to contend against than most people realize. They are .al- ways compared with the first Wife, generally to their disadvantage. There are, of course, some . bad stepmothers, but the good stepmo- ther abounds, and she does her duty amid difficulties unknown to the ordinary mother. Too often the children in her new home have been poisoned in their thoughts towards her by some ill-natured relative or I But the brake was broken. The car was not running, but leaping ahead in the dark. Every time it came down, the wheels somehow found the rails. A light was comâ€" ing toward us on the line; and the others prepared to jump. I could not even see that light, for my back was turned, and I could not let go the flying handle, else we should have lost control entirely, and I might have a broken arm or two as well. I shut my eyes, and waited for doom to hit me in the back. The blow was a. long time in ’Lisha to bounce into your swagger room , , . . ' ' i ' jest betcfituso “(can beer; lruifxedzrhp in a friend of the family. Nothing that d T315511 iegmsle £9103 row W1 you. . e nigi e ore .- - - '. . , S a As she spoke she dashed at the cupboard. She does 15 rlght’ bf‘mause She ls 3’ firefl , n ’ y ’ and produced a. cloth. which she procted- stepmother. But tlll'S Slur on step- 3‘ ' ed to lay on.the table with an omplii sis which was Significant of her desire \‘or his departure. ' “I assure. you that I .should be very grateful. Miss Tibby.” said Olive. "and I should think it very bad manners of you if you did not call." “Ah, we don't sell manners at this shop." remarked Tibby; "they’re too ex- pensive, and take up too much time. And, speaking of time. we're goin' to hev our dinner; cold ’addock and bread and cheek». I s‘pose you ’aven’t had yours?" "No.’ said Clive, wondering whether it would be well for him to accent the com- ing invita‘ion. "Then I should advise you to go and get it," said Tibby emphatically. Clive could not refrain from laughing at this unexpected rebuff. “I thought you were ‘going to ask me to stay." he said good-tempercdly. “Ah. that's about the most foolish thought you've ever had." she retorted. “I'm not naturally a ill¢mannered girl. but you'll excuse me saying that there's some people whose room is more welkim than their company." - “I certainly mustnot stay any longer after that broad hint,” said Clive. “Good- bye, Miss Mina; good-bye, Miss Tibby.” Mina took his hand. and held it in her warm little one for a second or two. but Tibby. accruing to affect ignorance of his extended hand. nodded abruptly to him over her shoulder as she went to the cup- board for the cheese. With a smile and a nod to Mina, as if to assure her that he was not wounded by Tibby‘s cavalier treatment. Clive left them. On his way down the stairs he met the little hunehbnck. wholwas just entering the house, with his violin in its cover under his arm. He started and peered up at Olive, and greeted him with nervous shyness. . “I have justbeen 'to inquire after your daughter." said Clive. “I am glad to find that she is not so badly hurt as I feared." . _ “Thank you: air; it is very kind of you.” said Elisha. "It was a cruel blow. Mina’s not like some girls; she's delicate-like and timid: not delicate in the way of health, I donjt mean; she hasn’t had a day‘s illness since she was bornâ€"I mean." he corrected himself hastily, "since she was a a baby." Clive nodded. "She has been telling me how good you have been to her," he said gravely. . _ The. dwarf reddened. ‘.'Not more than she deserves. sir." he said. “Mina’s the best and loviugest girl that ever breathed; Npt more hillllgn she deserves. ,fhe aiu' c' , mor'_ e'pi ,; V_ ’m as fail)? of her as sale we ; and I'm grateful from my 'esrt for' the kindness you showed us last night. air. 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