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MY 130le U Sty! u 1:15 with eyes burning with dis- ‘pmsure. “You luwcn’t seen them 'iora long Limc. I suppose?” mllas Glynnc's gray-blue eyes Fair View. 0! CUlec. ght they had gone abroad " "I thou :mflas xemar'ks. a little st:.qg' or d ,1 suppose )IISS “(n-Incl. 31nd» C . brother are at 110nm?" her Yes thev to at home.” Wilm t o n 19 never once sumthis; that. like a! other womenâ€"false, selfish, trea- cherous creaturesâ€"she, gentle and wk and modest as she looks, has Mn as selfish and false as any one of them! His sight grows dim. his guises are beating violently, heart and brain are raging like a volcano in the fury of .wrath and grief and jealousy that. sweeps over him. Forgetting everything, but impell- an by a fierce longing to be gone out m‘iiilmot Sarjent’ 5 presence, with 3113 111351137 “ellâ€"fed countenance. his Snug aspect of respectaclc prosperity LLd his intolerable assumption of §uperiority, Dallas rises hastily, and Li.blindly g1 opmg for his hatâ€" not mg it though it is on the table ‘fore him â€" when Mrs. Sarjcnt News into the room, with the usual tell whatâ€"her Cold avoidance 0! aim since the date of that hurried visit, her negiect. to write a. fine to ask him how he Wasâ€"ill, alone, desolate, almost destitute as he has been, while she was living in luxury! He grinds his teeth as he thinks ofit. And to think“ hehas if'Yon didn’ t send off that letter 0! io Yolunde. I hope?” Hrs. Sarâ€" begins, and pauses astounded henShe sees “ ho is confronting her. 1-“ bless me, Captain Glynne! Is you?” she exclaims sharply. . What amazed, for haughty Cap- 03mg, Who has never been 8 than coldly civil to her, is king at. her now with almost a munate" cousin is doing his best to console her for her {aimless hus- band! This is the secret reason of a great many thingsâ€"he cannot quite "And with love to aunt, and uncle and to yourself, dear Yolande, I am yours most afimtionately, "WILMOT SA RJ EST.” Dallas Glynne’s brain seems to he suddenly set on fire as he reads it. Yolande’s faithful and “most. affec- "“ ' t Sarjen " Mrs. that! to hair ' on cc “Butb 11 y one keen annouglza :13th if WEEDOt, go an 15am 3188 new d some ‘0" 2?“ much. an you lxlse "Riel-s Still. and his I under his moust: I s“DDotie your ”“103. isn't. a] bluntlv “Vim , N At this moment his eyw fall on a freshly-written letter lying on the writing-table just. beside Wilmot’s am The ink on the heavy .busi- mes-like writing is glistening yet. The fourth p; we Iics uppermost, and Dallas can read. nearly as plain as print, from Where he sits, the ter- mination of the letterâ€" . "Yes, a little business. {shall run down and see them it I an spare the time,” Dallas says. in his coolest. and most languid hi,“ ‘3 Mt i". is she?" be N 1y. "I have stayed awgg ; bec“we I thonght. she (11” She never quteâ€" ‘ ' rLSiuiEut more bluntly. ’ h” “m; “41.- mm law “Won’t Wee. firm!” Wilmot Sarjent says, with '3 the vehement. meaning he can 28".? by the ejaculation. "Well, ‘M’re thereâ€"if you've any business fl :1 .” I'm!” Glynne's gray-blue eyes be- @ to ghttef dangerously. "He is mm brmg me to book " he ' , With pride and mm, 1. min flood tide. pe ”a. EV . 'lhl h “Oh. wigs. Sarjent," Dallas 'w ‘ strange humility; “3”» goodâ€"natured WOW" “I appeared to him in the m rustle CHAPTER XLH. 7 noâ€"noL for quite a long Dallas rcplics, with studied of friends, Em} hale“ filmot, usually one of the ad friendliest of fellows to vith in a day’s walk, meets mne's mood by one equally cold. He does not notice gy for the "intrusion." i'ye do. Captain Glynne " n his brict‘cst business man- 'nm. 111-. Dormer's addrws? muons know it?” ‘5???" he asks coldly, 111, and his pale lips er his moustache. 89.99098 Your wife is a 1t, Mr. D1 of course ”on, isn't she?" Mrs. luntly, “Your Door arks', a. lime staggered. Miss Dormer and her at home?” oi- her voluminous t you let your ATCHMANâ€" ~WARDEB. WEB, 1101', 1902.. “Your mother - my body Nora: who else?" Hrs. Sarjent replies seathingly. “Fifty pounds for some dressing gowns and under linen and things with French names, all got. new for her wedding. though Yolanda herself told meâ€"I made her tell me and show me her ehequeâ€"bookâ€"ihat Lady Nora has had nearly tom- hunâ€" dred pounds for new clothes since spring, and goodness know: how much before that! " unit-rs. Sarjen ," Dallas says. look- ing at. her as if he (1011th her sanity, "whose wedding?" seen you! Poor uncle was always such a one for trying to run after people with handles to their names. He's had enough of his earls and vis- counts by this time. I don’t want to blame you for others’ faults," Mrs. Sarjent gow on, using her handkerchief energetically until her 1.5313503 in: beefy in ”hue; ffbnt it’s flirt-defined me of trim and tibial-relational forwéth, that that. poorfoolish o‘h‘lan'an n’m‘daso much grand poor aunt. Karen and Yo- 1%:x'-'.lori- the‘ may of that. â€" fripperied'afid W63'% Sar- gent. says, coining a. scornfnl word, "because the was ‘nLv lady,’ If“? pose, or because she was your moth- er! Goodness hem her, 99“ little soft-hearted 30059, with ‘ bill enough to make an honest woman's hairstandnponhe'hea’dw 1'“ this very morning." “Whose? What " Dalla- asks with a confused belief that be is lis- tening to ; description of some or- nithologiCaJ curiosity- _â€" ,. ‘TA_-A “You'd do if you’d keep to that," she responds dolefully; “but you know as well -as I do that. you and yours have been the ruin of the Don- mcrs. Would to Heaven they’d never "if he wasn’t then, he is now,” Mrs. Sarjcnt replies drily. “The most that can be saved or scraped up out of everything will be only a few hundred pounds a. year Wilmot says, sofarashecansee. Ofeourse he has had to do everything {or them -â€"l:e and poor Yolande; and of course, being a. married woman, the poor child couldn’t do anything withâ€" out you in‘the way of signing or set- tlin". You haven' t behaved well to her nor any of us. Captain Giynne. and I tell you so to your face!" she adds determinedly. “All you 've been to that poor child is a misery and a heartâ€"break, and I don't suppose you'll ever be much else unless she learns how to manage you." “I'll try, with Heaven's help. to be very difl'erent in the future,” he says humbly, and Mrs. Sarjcnt gives him another slap in an extremely hearty and unrefined fashion, nods her head. and wipes her eyes. - _ -- "\fin}. ram- mother’s -â€" Lady - ”He was ruined then?" Dallas quer- ies, trembling and astonished and. oh, so humbled and ashamed. "Fair View, of course." Mrs. Sarâ€" jcnt replies, beginning to stare. ”Bless my soul, don't you know they’ve no place else now, and no- thing else to live on. until uncle Silas’s affairs are settled. but Yo- lande's money? And aunt Koren won’t spend a. shilling of that. with- out. moaning about. it, poor old soul! She dow get. tiresome â€" that's a fact. As soon as poor uncle was able to travel, they took him down there, you know.” “Was he ill??’ Dallas asks, putting his hand to his head in bewildérment. “Was he win?" Mrs. Sarjcut. re- peats. "Don't. you know? I’m sure I thought her ladyship would have thought it. worth her “bile to tell you that! He had a fit. the day the erashcameinthgcity,andlm was nearly “twenty-four hours 'uncon- scious. . It Was enough to kill him, poor man! More than forty thou- sand went. in a swamp in that. blessed Pacific Salvage rubbish â€"-. I would- n't have given them waste paper for their shares any day -â€" and in other things.” “Where is she? That's a pretty question for a man to ask me about his own wife!" Mrs. Sarjent says sharply. "She is at home with her own people of course! Where should she be?" “At. Fair 'iew?” he ovations. starting. "Well said!" exclaims Mrs. Sarâ€" jent. giving him a. sounding slap. “Well, what are you going to do?" "Where is she?" he asks sorrow- fully. thinking of the long miles, the long days that may lie between him and the sight. of her face, a touch of her hands. “I have been a. fool and misled and mistaken. Mrs. Sarjent,” he says in a. low. choking voice. “but. not. a knave. I never wronged my wife wilfully; I never knowingly caused her pain -â€" only once, through folly and thoughtlessncss. I' love her and I honor her.” of her. I don’t. think sne‘xr shake hands with you- She thinks you’ve spoiled Yolande's life, and nearly broken her heart -â€" and so you have! Poor child!" Strains, Strain, Cut-,VoundyUlun. omsaqmsmjmaaam Stings of Max:313, €016»th TROOP OIL A LARGE BOTTLE. 23¢. BRITISH WW2 water on LINIMENT am 30'. wages as she has been giving. and so has inflicted a good deal 0! un- necwsary discomfort and privation on horse]! and everyone around her. Once Yolanda attempts to remanâ€" stratc earnestly with" her; but she never attempts it. again. "It. was enough to bring down a judgment on us to see how money ," Miss Dormer says wrathfully. “1! I’d kept. thinginmyown hands col ought; I wouldn't. have been as I More than the silence and melan- ‘choly of autumn for the summer no! wealth and luxury that has gone forever pervades the silent. house:- ‘hold, narrowed down to {we indi- viduals now, whereof one is broken down to a. state of almost childish weakness of body and mind, one is querulous, fretful. and eccentric through age and trouble, and one is young, with a. breaking hart and a. spirit well-nigh crushed. ( There are only two servants now. and neither of them is properly trained or elBCient; but poor old Miss Dormer, with a. childish, un- reasoning fear of debt and pOVerty. suddenly overwhelming her, has ob- stinately refused to disten to advice or logical arguments from any one concerning her brother's position or future income, and at once. on her return home, has begun a wholmle work of cutting down expensw by dismissing her good cook and ex- cellent housemajd. telling them, with martyr-like heroism. that she can no longer afford to pay than ‘ such wages as she has been giving. and Down at Fair View, in the fading gardens and in the leaf-spriziklcd paths. the breath of autumn is in the air of the silent, shadowy, dy- ing day; the soft melancholy of the spirit of autumn pervades the over- blown flowers, the over-ripe herbs and vegetablw, and the harvest. fields getting reaped and bare. On this quiet sunlws autumn after- noon the "poor little fool" is cer- tainly feeling that. the World is too hard for her. . “Not she!" Hrs. Sarjont rejoins. with bitter compassionatcness. “She will ask nothing but to put. her arms around his neck and cry for joy over him. Poor little 1001! She's too soft {or this world, uny- how!" “Never mind. mount," “‘51ng says consolingly; "maybe Yolanda will ask him all those questions herself." ‘There,” she saysâ€""I’ve never asked. him a. question al'out. his position or prospects, or what. he’s doing, or what. he's going to do, or whether he’s going to drug that. poor child down into poverty with him. or whether he's going to Lake her away from those poor old foik who want. some one to look alter them. or one single question I meant. to huge asked him."*'° ‘ When he is quite out of sight. Mrs. Sarjcnt turns round from the win- dow. and sits down suddenly with a flismzwwl face “No, )ou needn’t. " he says coolly, raising his hat, and marching of! at. a swinging pace. “Captain Glynnc. I needn’t. ask you where you are going now?" And there is such desperate anxiety to ask evident in her face that. Dallas laughs a, little maliciously. “I’ll talk to you again when you're in a. better temper with me. )lrs. Sarjcnt," Dallas says faintly smiling and is going out, when she runs af- ter him to the very doorstepe. let me have i ?" “Indeed I won't," Mrs. Surjcnt re- plies coolly â€" "neither you nor Yo- lande. I suppose What's hers is yours and yours is hers now, it you’re going to be as you ought to be. Well, neither of you shall pay one penny of Lady Not-u. Carter's debts for fine clothes â€"â€" not. a. ha'- penny â€" so you needn't ask for it. for you sha’n't get it!" “Thank you, I would rather not." he assures her; but. she insists; and, when Wilmot brings in the wine him- self; he drinks about a halfâ€"glass of sherry? and bids them both good- byg “About that bill you mentioficd just now,” he says hurriedly. flush- ing before them â€" "will you please let me have it?" “Indeed you'll _not 3! glass of wine!" Mrs. E positively. “Wilmot!" icily, "but. I can't. be expected to take much interest in hearing 0! a person whom I do not know in the least. I! you will excuse me noW. Mrs. Sarjcnt, I will say goodâ€"bye to you," he adds, smiling pleasantly and taking her hand. "and I [here to see you soon againâ€"in happier circumstances. ’ ' “No..” he replies oompooedlx WWI a slight smile. "I'vms not' aware of it. I have not seen my mother (or some time. She was at. perfect. lib- erty to please herself. of course: but I am naturally a little surprised." "I should think you were." Mrs. Surjent says. chuqkling; but Captain Glynne’s face and manner check her from saying what, she longs to say. “He’s a. Mr. Carter -- a very weal- thy man and a most respectable man.” she begins cautiously. but. Dallas checks her again. Dallas's {ace in crimson; and trembling tram head to fool. I recovers himself with a despert fort. Nora's!" Hrs. Sarjent unswert. and then bursts into a loud hugh.‘ “Law bless my soul, don't. you know you've got a step-father?” - Nora’s!" Hrs. E am glad to héar it '11 not go without, a. " Mrs. Salient. says I crimson; and he is lead to foot, but he With a desperah: e1- says That sweet calm autumn day had posed. and many more bun follow- ed. and now October's rough winds are stripping the woodlands born and bringing wet stormy nightmwith the windows rattling and the ruin beating against the panes. and the wild blasts howling around the closed doors and cut-tuned enco- ments of Home. Yolanda Glyn'iie and her W are in theirownhomo. 1th.. pretty unpretentious little house lorty miles nearer London than Pair Vlev. for Dallas goes to huh. only day. .4 His friend Ir. Davin. has got him]. post. filth plenty cl hard mrknnd not top will”! “Then: is no use in my saying anything or being glad." she says. in a. low piteoun way; “you will go away agdn and leave me alone!” gazes at. him with wild eyes [all 0! ngonimd longing. aid. with her hand clenched on his. refines her head lromhisbmsttolookethim. _ But. Yolanda literally cannot speak to him (or a full minute. She {eels that. she is suflocating and choklng with excitement, but. strives brune- ly to keep control of herself. She and over again, while he covm her face with kisses. "Yolanda. won't you speak to me? Won't you try to forgive me. darling?" he pleads. straining her to his heart. lifting her upon his knee. pressing the little head with its dishevelled brown hair tightly against his breast. "Sweet- heart. won't you speak to me? I heard that you wrote to me. but I never got any letterâ€"never knew anything of your terrible troubles. my darling! I would have come from the ends of the earth to you it I had thought you wanted me! Yol- ande. speak to me. dear!" "My poor little girl! ‘Ily poor little wife! My own dear little wife!" she hears him saying over Tom Blackford has u. very quick firm step for a heavily-shod garâ€" dener; and Tom Blacldord is guilty 0! extraordinary presumption m paus- ing at the open window to stare in at. the desolate littlc figure by the work-table. Tom Blackford too has a very goodly presence. it this polo handsome young fellow with the silky {air moustache and brilliant gray-bluc‘cycs is he! The next. moment. he has leaped over the low wiréowâ€"sill, and with incoherent. words of glwdnees and tenderness and pleading has caught. Yolandc in his arms. Her heart. beats wildly cvcn yet. at the burat chance 0! tidings 0! her darling. “It. is only Tom Blackford. alter all! How stupid I am!" she saw: with a. quick trcmulous sigh. There is silence now for a moment. and Yolande is laying her head down with a weary sigh of relicl, when she tanciw she hears the footsteps again crossing the sward at the corner of the house. and then com- ing down the narrow gravelled spawn right. in front of the Work-room. “Some visitor, I am aIraid," she thinks at. last, with an unsettled look at. her gown and tumbled cults. “Why don't. they ring or knock ? 1 hope Anna won’t. open the door with a. soiled apron. as she did ya- tcrday. Well, I can’t hcip it. it she does! Oh, dearâ€"I hope it. isn't a. visitorrwhom I must. go in and talk to!" v She does not trouble to ascertain whose are the steps. though she knows that they are neither the maid-servant's not those of the solitaru gardenerâ€"if does not matter whose the footsteps are. She is very tired with bodily fati- gue from a long hard morning's work in helping the two inefficient young” servants: she feels solitary and helpless and forlorn. spending this calm pleasant afternoon sewing in a; dull room facing a. dead Wall. Her tears are flowing as she rests her aching head, with all the brown hair roughened and dishevelled. on the pile of coarse kitchen towelling which is being mended. And in the stillnes-i of the silent house and the quiet grounds she fancies she hears footsteps walking up the (tra- velled drive to the house, and then pausing- -loitering in a curious pun- poscless fashion. "I am. tired of hoping. tired o! praying.” Yolande moans. with her head laid down on a pile of house hold linen. “It is not the will 0! Heaven that. I should be happy. I have lost. all that made life precious to me. and yet. I must. try to live on somehow.” pronde like a. thick cloud envelops the lonely girl. sitting there in the gloomy silent room. thinking of her life. marred before she is two-and-vtwcnty. Impatience at her fate tempts her to cry out against Heaven and against man â€"â€" dull despair. which tries to call it- sell resignation. prevents her. Itmonllesâ€"ogmthâ€"mbo alone. the greatest that the sorrow- ful monotony of her day: ever bring. to her now. Her aunt Koren nu gone to n neighbor's house to tea. and old Uncle Silo-.81ter his early dinner, has listened loebly to the reading of the newspaper by Yolé nnde until he falls asleep. So then is an end to the small woes and the petty fldgets and cons-grained speeches and martyrblike moods for ewhile. “I do not know how I m to en- dure it." Yolande repeats. with dreary calmnessâ€"“week after week. month after monthâ€"perhaps year al- ter year-trying to be patient with aunt, trying to be cheerful with unâ€" cle, putting up with unnecessary dia- comfort. pinching, contriving with needless economy {or nothing! I! there were a. special or worthy ob- ject in itâ€"il it were to benefit. any} one clear to meâ€"I could do it eno- ily, cheerfully. willingly. I can't now! What shall I do? What can hand! this “moon. «the flu alone having in the work-room with the window open. ,IO In their nupntmtiom mue home My Norafindshersonand he dngeHn-hv when Hr. Cal-mt bring! back his wile from a. lengthen- ed lawman on the math-nu and. u! m veg-y My ”'0 M" Yo!“ mm: "1 "8 W '° my in any house before in my “1e, marâ€"with a. shiver-“l M grand ham!” "In token of my W; “Id mud {or Dd!” MU M his wife Yolmde" Lady Pentrecun Ins bequeathed twelve thou-and pound- to Mill and his heirs absolutely. "Stall we at, : grander hon-n. little woman. or shall we save it. up tor a. beirs?" Dallas asks. And, on the my evening that use come-downtodinnadmdinher {rah mourning for the am :1th. post bring: n letter WW3.- mars solicitor. a“ nun.» w: 0! his legacy. “I shall put on black for her. dent," Yolanda nanâ€"“not. hm she was a countess and a relative, but because I mourn her in my heart." Yolanda and Dallas choose the loin“- licst huge anchor of snowy flowers that (30th Garden can produce â€"â€" one man- 01 um blossom and trembling glimpses of maidenâ€"hair ternâ€"and sand it with their names udthclrlomwddecpmand think only that they have lost a {dead of whom they will hear no more. . But October has not closed when Yolanda rcccivw one morning a. black-edged cnvdopc with a coronet above the seal. She has been ex- pecting a letter from Lady Pen- treath {or two or three weeks in answer to one she has written to her to tell her of her happiness and the goodness of her beloved to her. and his amiabflity and thoughtful- ness and numerous other perfection. And now a letter comes from Isa.- bello to tell her that poor Lady Pentrcath's suacringn are over. to!!- ing her too the date fixed (or the funeral. that ceremony that seen. to follow with such ghostly Wig after the last gasping broom .I - After a grant. deal of rcrsxznsim, Miss D‘ormcr is induced to comm: to this arrangement. llx'r brut'nvr does not. appear to care much ow way or thc other. The blow hm seemed to stun him. and he potter: about his garden. and talks about his fruit-trees and cclcn‘hetls. but very seldom 0! his lost. fortune. . “You are not to blame for tlu deeds of that wicked Lord I‘cnâ€" trcath. your cousin. Captain Glynnc." Miss Dormer says plainâ€" tively; “and it’s hardly {air, I think, (or you and Yolande to deprive yourselves 0! three hundred a. year to mid to our comforts. It, shows a nice nil-end in youâ€"that. is all 1 can any. 0! course you know that every shilling we have will be left to you and Yolanda and your chil- dren. Captain Glynnc?" "Thank you. aunt Koren." he says gully. ‘1! hope the young beggars will have to wait o long Limo for ltfi" ”The what?" ask. the oli!‘ W lon‘kiag scandalitcd. ~ ' m1?°88t1r9â€"Pubieoâ€" youngstm g .. solvxg n.3,) 15:.th lm' b“ mâ€" _ s an; again a Premsc old lady. to igns. Some other of OM Silas Dormer's speculations have turned out um quite so budiy as was exixctu! there are three or {our thm'mr pounds more than any one hope for rescued from the ruin. 'Hm: Will be perhaps abOUt five hundrm a year secured when the windingâ€"'3. process is over: and to this N:- both Dallas Glynnc and his “'3 insist on adding three hundred a year more. 7_ _ ‘ sand from depths that. have sac!“- down tens of thousands at sown CHAPTER XLIV.. and 1M. Better The“: Pleoe in Linden to purchase anything in the Jewellryl e then at C. Hughsne. We are showing en tline of Brooch- es and Gem Binge you should see. Prices awaydown. We will also sell a limited number of Lediee' Gold Filled l of ’0; mm Wetche ”up. ”pasting. 15% of [cringe Lioeneee “uk‘ "fort 1mm rm!) EVA). "Why can'tyousuy wherein-â€" 10: a while. at. all events?" hi- lordship asks. fidgeting in him chair and mumbling ova- his words. “I an going away again almost m (lately. and shy“ be has out ta!" ”in visits; and you can ho lair tress hue, Belle. and do just. as you plane.” W. " Min Glover ”with 1131:“: and Mac. “I can do notln'nx else." "Until the new Comma cams," Ii. Glover supphmmts m you're not. axiom! You can't b3 Iv You can't mean you'rc' going to Iotve me?" Hc is sipping Scotch whiskey u. soda-mm and turning our th. page. at a. review when Isabelle a!- Lers, and 4.1m light of his " little friend" in her exquisite mar-5‘- m- 0! thick dull brocade. jet-anâ€" arms. In an additional pleasure to him. Suddenly his “little triad" overwhelm- him with the m meat that. she is leaving Pam Place in we morning. "Leaving! For good?" b (no swued to be angry. H ‘ Not, youâ€"o! course not!" Bell. thought. “ You would not. have a. down my legacy to five handrail pounds it you had known the term. of her will! 01 course not!” % But on Lhis‘évening he Seals 1“ candied to everything and any one. and in a sweetly-pious m of mind. Ho has enjoyed an a- cellcnt dinner. and his MOI. lot 3 wonder in not. troubling him. W.udwlthnmaolmp¢ sew-x oflherwhistcflwoct a. ’"J‘ko't. amt [grudged you her Mr- ship's bequest. Belle." he a“ gloomily, when the will was read. In her despair at this answer, Led, Nora. eonfwses to her son what a- has done with the ring, and he him. self writw to Isabelle Glover for it; This letter is all that that am young woman has been waiting ”g On that Very she peeks up he: trunks to leave entreath. when: she has remained since the Countess" funeral. with her friend and staunefl ally. Mrs. Vavasorw The Earl. who has been staying with a friend in Derbyshire to seek consolation to. his widowed heart. returns home (h next day. and in the evening. when he has retired to his study, he has ‘ visit trom his "little friend." ' He is in a particularly amiabl- temper this evening -â€" some speculaâ€" tions have turned out splendid]; within the last few days, and. for a. newly bereaved widower, he is in very good spirits. His late Coun- tess’s weak-minded will was a. blow to him certainly, but then the mono eyheinhcrited athcrdeathisaso- lane in itself. ‘. "I am well all now, Lady Kai. and money is not so much an ob” to me as the pomion “them I fancy," she writes in reply. “Boo sides," she adds in a postscript. “ti. ring is not. really yours in any sell- of the word. I have never been aci- ed for it by either its former om or its later owner, Captain Dana. Glynne." _ - . “I am glad to hear it," Dallas can in very cool curt. tones. "I hop. you will be happy. mother, but. i don't, want my happiness 811de any more. Mother, 1 mast In“ Joyce Murray's ring back without delayâ€"I will pay you whatever you plcase to charge me {or it." "You shall have it next. week. na- las.” Lady Nora says briskly. But she reckons without W elle Bella. Glover. She otters W â€"{i{tyâ€"â€"cighty guineas in vain for tho ring. Miss Glover informs her an. if she were to otter a thousand 3 Would be all the same. “You shall have it, Dallasâ€"I tau you so before," Lady Nora. responds. with a pout. “I have only just rev turned home. you see; and now I want. you and Yolande to come IQ and 500' me and Mr. Carter, and (lint with us, and be friendly 8.1th He is really the best. of good kind creatures!" with as much smiling wowq‘ .v . she has been their tender W recs. the little lady, looking pert-ct- ly radiant. comes one cold a” November to see them, wrapped : splendid sealskin and sabla h: which Hr. Carter has just paid a hundred guineas. She makes hex-ad. quite at. home. and ignores all .- pleasant things in the past -â€" a does not Quite approve of such Q modest menage but. still she is var; affectionate and pleasant and w lul and gracefullv maternal. But b.- {one she goes herson takesheruide. and smaly and dctcrminedly do. mands the diamond and sapphi!‘ ring. ‘lf I must pay for it I will. moth- er, no matter “hat it. costs, " It. says, "but. the ring I must and will have!" “Ho- 0: PAGE m