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le Walk: 81‘ an. his swung. arms. andvher head ‘1???” PEG m; "ms shoulder. "My poor, hf" “'3 2':.:~.;-.;mic Maude, What is this “'Omvriul secret. '2” he said. smiling. "Tell 11.0. Now, why cannot you be “O ‘3" enuw- . , "8 “Has he any friends or relatives among U10 glpSlCS ?” l “I don't know. I think I heard ~01 a mother, or brother. or some- thing- I intend paying him a last fisit to-night, and will deliver any so he may send to his friends.” 315511.. . “Will your rigorous father approve :01 such a visit 1’" , "Certainly. Jernyngham. My fa- idler. believing in his guilt, thought it his duty to prosecute; but he bears no feeling of personal anger toward him." said Lord V’illiers, gravely. ; "Well. 1 wish Germaine a safe pass- 'age across the ocean,” said Captain ‘Jernyngham. “He cut. me complete- HY out with that pretty little prize- !-widow of old Sir Bob Landers; but ll’il be magnanimous and forgive him. now. Oh, by Jove! Villiers, there goes Lady Maude Percy !” cried the guardsmau, starting sud- denly up, all his listlessness disap- pearing as if by magic. “Ah! my lord, I thought you would find the subject more interesting than that of poor Germaine,” he added, with a mischievous smile. Lord Villiers laughed, and his clear lace flushed. “The handsomest girl in London, and the greatest heiress,” said the guardsman, resuming his half-draw]. I‘What an intensely enviable fellow you are, Villiers, if rumor is true.” “And what says rumor ?" said Lord V'illiers. "Why, that you are the accepted lover of the fair Lady Maude.” Before the reply of Lord Villiers Was spoken; a. young lady, suddenly entering the room, caught sight of them, and addressed the guardsman with: “George, you abominably lazy fellow, have you forgotten you are engaged for this set to Miss Ash- ton ? Really, my lord, you and this idle brother of mine ought to be ashamed to make hermits of your- selves in this way. Lady Maude is here. and I will report you." tim, now. were goefi ,cried the g dexfly UI‘, a pearmg as lord, 1 1.110! subject; mor poor Germs mischievous gic tone. “ 'Why, forever fare thee Well said Lord Villicrs, laughing, as he turned in an opposite direction. The dancing was at its height as he passed from the music room. Standing at the head of one of the quudrilles was the object of his gaze â€"â€"1he peerless, high-born, Lady Percy. Eighteen summers had scarce passed over her young head, yet a. thoughtful, almost sad, expression ever fell like a. shadow on her bew- tiiul face. Her form was rounded, exquisite, perfect; her oval face per- fecLiy colorless, save for the full crimson lips; her eyes large, dark, and lustrous as stars, and fringed by long. silken‘black' lashes; her shining hair fell in soft glittering, spiral curls. like raveled silk, round her fair, moonlight face: and her pallet seemed deepened by its raven hue. Queernl}. peerless, dazzling, she.m0V- ‘7 I. And raising her finger warningly. Miss J rrnyngham tripped aWay. " ‘Fare thee wellâ€"and it forever said Captain Jernyngham, in a tra- F" ! cnmson u and lustre long, silke hair fell curls. like fair. moor seemed d4 Queenly. 1. ed throng beauties, ‘ Drinking :, "won, 1 Wish 'gge across the nemyngham. ' fly out with th .widow of old t [’11 be magmu ed through the brilliant train of beauties, eclipsing them all. Drinking in the enchanting draught of her beauty, _Lord Ernest Villiers stood until the dance was concluded; and then moving toward her, he bent our. and whispered. in a voice that Was low but full of passion: “Maude! Maude! why have you tried to avoid me all the evening ? I must see you 2 I must speak to you in Pl‘iVate ! I must hear my destiny ‘from your lips toâ€"night l Come With me into the music roomâ€"it is do- 901‘th now,” he said, drawing his arm through hers. “There, apart 1mm all those prying eyes, I can- lEam my fate.” The pale face of the lady grew pal- er; but without a, Word, she suflered herself to be led to the deserted room he had just left. "And now, Maude, may I cla° an ,answer to the question I ’5“ you last night ?” he said, bending 0V" Drinking 1n 1 of her beauty. stood until tint and then movi; answer last 11 her. “I answered you then, my lord," Ihe said, sadly, _' “Yes; you told me to goâ€"-to foyget you; as it such '9. thing were poo- §ible. Maude, I cannot, I will not, take that. for an answerL Tell me. do you 10Ve me ?” “0 ErneSt !â€"0 my dear Iord!‘ y_ou not 3 Brigâ€"cs; !â€"0 my dear Iord! you W 1 do !” she cried passionately. Then. Maude, will you not 13‘ 6-11: Wife ?" Uh, chzmnot ! 0 Ernest, I can. 3" she said with a. shudch. , Cannot, ! And why, in HeaVena n-d, that is my secret. I can ever be your wife., Choose : Worthier of you, and for- CIe Percy.” She tried to u Voice, but a. sob finished answer he gatheg‘ed _h§r me weak and silly, my .id, raising her head udly; “but there is a xtficient to separate us Lat. neither you up: any can ever know I"._ lord'll .WARDER, DECEMBER 25m.- 1902: What! in gzzcenv inkfand Dr Pitcher’s portrait and signature, are printed on the package. Refuse substitutes and imitations, as these are sure to disappoint. The price of the Tablets is 50¢. a box, or three boxes for $1.25, at all druggists, or sent. by mail by addressing the Dr. Zins Pitcher 00., Toronto. Ont. "And you refuse to tell this rea- son ? My father and your: are eag- er for the match; I love you passionâ€" ately, and still you refuse. Maude, you never loved me.” he said, bitterâ€" ly. Her pale sweet face was bent in her hands now, and large tears fell through her fingers. “Maude, you will not be so cruel,” he said, with sudden hope. “Only say I may hope for this dear hand." “No, no! Hope for nothing but to forget, one so miserable as I am. 0 Lord Ernest ! 1 will be your friendâ€"your sister, if I may; but I can never be your wife.” “Maude, is there guilt, is there crime connected with this secret of yours ?” he demanded. She rose to her feet impetuously. “And you think me capable of crime, Lord Villiers ?â€"of guilt that needs concealment ‘2" she said, with proud scorn. . - ‘7 A , ...... u-Aii‘fl ""‘" v “Excuse me, your lordship,” insinâ€" uated a. footman in his ear, “but there is an individual down stairs who persists in seeing the earl, and won't take no for an answer.” “Who is it ?” inquired Lord Vil- liers, impatient 1y. s.- q..â€" “â€"--r- "A gipsy. my lord,' a. deepen: . looking old itramper, too.” “1â€"-- 111;, I v...‘ --_ Her tone was xery sad, as she re- plied: “ Some (1113,1113; lord, I will tell you all; but not now. Let us part. hem, and let. this subject never be rcnchd bctwcen us.’ “One word, Maudeâ€"do you love ”-J _ “I am {mot-offended, Lady Maude Percy; neither have I anything to forgive,” he said. "You have reject- ed me, and I presume the matter ends there.” v-.v “But you are offended. O Lord Villicrs, if you knew how unhappy I aux, you would forgive me the pain 1 have caused you-” Her tone touched him, and taking her hand gently, he said: “It is I who should ask forgiveness, Lady Maude. Yes, I will accept the friend- ship you ofler, until such time as I can claim a. better reward. Notâ€" withstanding all you have said, I do not despair still.” He pressed her hand to his lips and was gone. Av ‘v , "â€"â€" “And why, fairest saint 1’” "Do not ask me, my lord. Let me tired and sic‘<. and very un- lkxuvst Ernest, leave me, and never speak of this again." “As you will, Lady IIaude,” he said. turning haughtily away. But a light touch was laid on his arm. and the sm'eet. voice of Lady Maude said: “1 have offended you, my lord; pray forgive me.” “I am not offended, Lady Maude go, I am happy. me !" “Now, why, ‘IIeavcn forgive me ?' Maude 2 you will drive me mad ! Is it such 21 crime to low: me. then ?" "In Some it is," she said, in her low, sad voice; “And why. fairest saint ?" "Do not ask me, my lord. Let me ‘ll Uuu avv- us- “You, Maude? No; sooner would I believe an angel from Heaven guil- ty of crime, than you. 0 Lady Maude! must, this secret, that. in- volves the happiness of my whoIe life, remain hidden from me ?” ~ -L A _.A But a. light. arm, and the Maude said: my lord; pray “Pray spare your pretty speeches for Lady Maude Percy, my lord," lisped Miss Jernyngham; “but. about this gipsyâ€"is it a. man or a woâ€" man 1‘"- “What's that about gipsia ?" sale the unceremonious little Miss Jeru- yngham, passing at that moment “You must know, I fairly dote or: gipsiw, ever since I saw that charm- D‘ ”'A «ips; queen! oh, delightful!" cried the young lady;‘ ‘my lord, wc must haVe her up. I insist on --hav ing my fortune told. " Al|5 la -vâ€" '77â€"- v , i, “Your slave hears, but to obey; Miss Jcrnyngham. Jonson, go and bring the old lady up." “Yes. me lud,” said Jonson, hur- g ipsy "22335;", I wish I were a. gipsy !' said Lord Villiers, gayly, “for such a rt-Ward." "What's all this about?" saw me guardsman. “My dear Clara, the way you do get the steam up at a. moment's notice is perfectly aston- ishing. What can I do for you ‘2" "Do you Want to have your for- tune told ?” “if any good sybil would predict for me a. rich wife, who would pay emy debts, and keep me provided with kid gloves and cigars, I wouldn’t ob- ject: but in any other caseâ€"â€"” His speech was cut short by the sudden appearance of the iootman with the gipsy queen, of whom he seemed considerably air-aid. “I wish to see Earl De Conroy," was he: abrunt demand- ingfiyo'ung man they are going transport." "Yes. me lud," saw Jonson, nur- rying off. "Georgeâ€"-George! do come here," exclaimed the young lady, as her brother passed: “I want you.” “What's all this about ?” said the mmrdsman. “My dear Clara, the v" woman, miss, they call her the queen, Ketux‘a." 1 do! Heaven “”3"“ Dr. Pitcher’l Back- mp“ Kidne Tablet; from the Erescnp ption of Dr. Pitcher (formerly Professor of Materia Medica and Genito- ”WWW m: 1 of 43%;; Begin Mich, U. S. A), which he used with Wonderful success for over twelve years in private practice in the Western Hosxwital, De- troit. [ They contain specific ingredients not found ‘in any other kidney ‘remedy, and it is not surprising, therefore, that they make cures in very ,many cases '11:?" other remedies We would caution on in purchasing the Tablets to see that the lacoompanying cut, priu: :1, as she re- lord, I will "And we ivish our fortune told, good mother." said Lord V1111“. my father will attend to you pru- entiv." "Your father !" add the woman. fixing her piercing eyes on his hand- some face, "then you are Lord Vil- liers." He extended it with a smile, and she took it in hers, and peered into it." Well, mother, what has destiny in store for me ?” "Much good or more evil. This night decides thy destiny; either thou shalt. be blast. for Iife, or if the scale turns against theeâ€"then woe to thee ! Stand asideâ€"tho earl ap- proaches. " "Nothing good [or your father's son," she hissed, “Give me your handfl’ A tuii. distinguished looking man of middle age approached. and look- ed with grave surprise on this group before him. “A word with you, lord earl," said the gipsy, confronting him. “I tell you I must speak in priv- ate. Is your time so precious that you cannot grant, ten minutes of it to me 1’" said the woman. \vv l-nv - rrrrrr “This Wasâ€"Ly, then." said the car], as he turned and led the Way across the hall to a, richly-furnished )ibrary. "You have guessed it. What has the future in store {01' mo ?" “Speak out, then." “ t. must be in private." “Who are you ?" said the earl, surprised and curious. “I am called the gipsy queen, Ko- tura," said the woman, drawing her- self up. "And what do you Want of me. woman 'I “Lord earl, behold at. thy feet a mother who comes to plead Ior her son !” said the strange woman, sink- ing on her knees at his feet. “Madam, I do not understand," said the car], surprised, and feeling himself obliged, us it. were, to use a respectful form of address, by the woman's commanding look. I had no one else in the wide world to love, not a. drop of kindred blood fan in any human heart but his. 0 Lord De Courcy, I have suflered cold and hunger, and thirst. and hardâ€" ship, that he might never want; I have toiled for him night and day, that he might never feel pain: I have stooped to actions I loathed. that he might be happy and free from guilt. And, when he grew older. I gave him up. though it was Iike ronding soul and body apart. I sent him away; I sent. him to school with the money that. years of unceasing toil had enabled me to save. I sent him to be educated with gentlemu. Scaring himsélf in a. softly-cushion- ed lounging chair, he waived {or his smgulzu' visitor to beltin. “My son is in your power! my darling, my only son !' my firstâ€"barn! Oh, spare him !" said the woman hoiding up her clasped hands. "Your son ! Madam, I do not un- derstand." said the earl, knitting his brows in perplexity. “That I will never do ! your son has been found guilty of willful robâ€" bery, and has been very justly con- dcnmed. I can do nothing for him." said the earl, while his brow grew dark. “My lord, he is innocent !" almost shrieked the wretched woman. "Well, madam! I am waiting," said the earl, alter a pause. "You have condemned him to transportation ! And he is as innoâ€" cent 0! the crime as the angels in heaven." cried the woman, in pa:- sionute tones. “Madam. I assure you, I do not understand. Who is your son 7” said the earl, more and more perplexed. SOD. “It is faise! as false as the black hearts of the pcrjurers who swore against him ! He is innocent of his crime, as innocent of it as thou art. lord earl. 0 Earl De Courcy, as you hope to: pardon Irom God, pardon him.” “You know him as Germaine, but he is my son, Reginaldâ€"my only son! Oh, my lord! spare him !” wildly pleaded the gipsy queen. "Madam, rise." “Not unti) you have pardoned my “I do not believe it ! He has been proxen guilty," said the earl, cold- 1y. “Madam, I command you torise." “Never, never! while my son is in chains! 0 my lord, you do not know, how I have loved that boy! I new: came near mm, m mono should suspect his mother was , a. gipsy. For twwtyâ€"three years, my life has been one long dream of him, sleeping or waking, in suflering and trial, the thought that he was near me gave joy and strength. And now he is condemned for lifeâ€"condemned to a. far on land. among convicts and felons, where 1 will never see him again ! 0 Lord De Courcy ! mercy, mercy for my son !" A spasm 0! pain passed over the face of the earl; but he answered, CHAPTER IV. "God would {orgive him. had I pleaded to him thus; but you. tiger- heart, you will not I" shrieked the woman. ”0 lord earl, l have never knelt. to God or man before; and to haw: my petitions spurned now! You hold my life in the hollow of your hand. and you will not. grant. it. '.” “0 my God ! how shall I convince him ?" cried the Wrewhcd woman. wringing her hand- in wildest. daâ€" puir. "0 Earl dc Courcy. you, too. have a son, handsome. gallant noble, the pride 0! your old up. (In last. scion of you:- proud race! For his sake. for the sake of your son, pardon mine 2" __ ' _____ ‘ “Once more I tell you. I cannot. Your son is condemned; to-morrow his sentence will be executed, and I have no power to avert it. And madam, though I pity you deeply. I must again say he dwcrves 10.. Your son deserves his late; all the more so: for his ingratltude to you, utter all you have done for him. I deeply guy you; a Heaven hears me. I o ’3' "1 hell you I cannot." "You canâ€"you can ! It in in your power ! You are great and rich. and powerful, and can have his sentence annulled. By your soul's salvation. by your hopes of heaven. by your mother's grave, by Him whom you Worship, 1 conjure you to save my son I" “Oh then, for my cake. 1! were to one spark o! pity {or me in your heart. do not kill me! For, Lord De Courcy. It will be a double mur- der, his death and mine, if thiam- tence 13 executed.” I connot. pardon him I” “no is not (“My 1 Pal-h tho uoulsobnseutobcllevo such n woehood of my high-hearted boy !" cried the gipsy. “ He. my proud, glorious. klngly Reginald, stoop to such n aims! 0h! sooner could the angels themselveo be guilty of it. than he 1" “Wow, you an ! Once min I and must tuner." "The law must. take its course: I cannot prevent it, and once more. madame, I beseech you to rise. You shout-1 kneel to God alone." A fearful night was that despair- maddcucd woman. as she knelt. at. the stern enrl’s feet, her very voice sharp with inward agony. ” H'y poor woman. you deceive yourself. I can do nothing [or your son." said the earl. ‘ uw'my: 'fWomun. you-m In guuty. fiiny'. His face secméd hardened with iron, despite the deep pity of his heart. Ht; shaded his eyes with his hands to keep out the pitiful sight; but. his stern, determined look passed no; “You are yielding! He will yet be saved ! Oh, I knew that. ironâ€" heart. Would soften !" she cried out, takirg hope from his silence. “What. ? Do you .1] refuse 7 Oh. it cannot be! I am going mad, I think! 'I‘cl; naeâ€"tell me that. my son will live !" “Oh. you havebyou have ! Do you think he could live one single day among those with whom you would send him ? As you hope {or pardon, pardon my son !” "It is (iii in vain. Rise. madam." "You refuse ?" “I do. Rise!" With the bound of a. wild boast, she sprung to her test, and like a tigraxs robbed of her young, she stood belore him. Even the stern earl drew back in dismay. “Then, heart of su-el. hear me 2" she czicd. in a voice terrific in its very depth 0! despair. "From this moment I vow, bctore God, to do vote my whole life to revenge on you I Living. may ruin, misery. and despair. equal to mine, be your porâ€" tion; dead, may you never rest in the earth you sprung from ! And when. standing before the judgment seat of God, you sue for pardon. may he hurl your miserable soul back to perdition (or an unsyee! “Woman. I have no power over your son's l_i1c." Appullcd, horrified, the iron earl shrank back. {roux that oonvulscd. terrific faceâ€"that. {ace 0! a fiend. and not of mortal woman. A moment after, when he raised his head. he was alone, and the gipsy, Keturc, was gone, Whither ? May my éurse descend to your child- ren and children's children {or ever ‘ May every earthly and eternal evil follow a wronged mother's curse !" That same nightâ€"three hours lat- er. in a. narrow, dark, noisome cell, with grated window and iron-barred door, with one fliskering. uncertain lump lighting its tombâ€"like darkness. sat two young men. One 0! these was a. youth of three-andâ€"twenty; tall and slender, with a dark com- plexion; a, strikingly-handsome tune: a. daring, reckless air. and an ex- pression of mingled scorn, hatred, defiance, and ficrceness in face. There were fetter: on his wrists and ankles and he wore the dress of a. condemn- ed felon. By his side sat. Lord Ernest Vil- liersâ€"his handsome face looking deeply sad and gave“. “Gon‘fmine‘: 'Heaven knows, it I could do anything for you, I would!" said Lord Villiers, excitedly. “My father believes you guilty, and I can do nothing. But remember that you leave one in England who still bo- licVes you innocent." trary, notwithstanding." “Who is that, German” ‘I" “fly motha'." , "when is she? Can I bring but 10.1qu 2" said Lord Vining. nurt- (Continued on page 4-) CHAPTER v. HOLIDAY GIFTS g given by either I. J. WETHEB , Lind-s , or by L. T. LOCHHEED, M. A... ' ° t Superintendent Mason kfiiachl’itno 00.. Ltd" Q King-at. Vest, Toronto. IN SEWING MACHINESâ€"Elbe Rota Wm New Williams. The and the Wheeler Wilson. All [nth-amt: and Ma- chine. will he mummy-alums. [hunch-w” lab for sale in a mwmnuMUdk w the h." GILLESPIB “mafia-oils,” sales-(Mia!!! in m adOlflANS. - CHANGE OF HANAGEMENT. 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My fa- thcl‘. believing in his guilt, thought it iiis duty to prosecute; but he bears no feeling of personal anger toward him." said Lord Villiers, gravely. , "Wt-El. 1 wish Germaine a safe pass- ace across the ocean," said (‘aptain Jég-nyughani. "Ile cut the completeâ€" 1v on: Wllll that pretty little prize- widow of old Sir Bob Landers; but I'll he magnanimous and forgive him. now. Oh, by Jove! Villiers, there goes Lady Maude Percy!” cried the guardsntan. starting sud- denly up, all his listlessness disapâ€" pearing as if by magic. “Ah! my lord. l thought you would find the sililjt't't more interesting than that of poor Germaine.” he added, With a mischievous smile. Lord \"illiers laughed, and his clear flushed. "The handsomest girl in London. and the greatest heiress," said the guart‘lsnian, resuming his halfâ€"draw]. -'“.‘.hat an intensely enviable fellow you are, Villiers, if rumor is true.” "ind what says rumor?" said Lord Villiers. "Why, that you are the accepted lover of the fair Lady Maude.” Before the reply of Lord Villiers gmg spoken; a young lady, suddenly entering the room, caught sight of them, and addressed the guardsman “George. you abominably lazy feliow, have you forgotten you are engaged for this set to Miss Ash- ton ‘? Really. my lord, you and this idle brother of mine onght to be ashamed to make hermits of your- selves in this way. Lady Maude is here. and i will report you." Anti raising her finger warningly, Bliss Jtrnyngham tripped away. " ‘Fare thee well-and if foreVer!’ aid Captain Jernyngham, in a tra- git tone. " 'Why, forever fare thee well l’ " said Lord Villicrs, laughing, as he turnt'ti in an opposite direction. The dancing was at its height as me passed from the music room. Standing at the head of one of tho quailrilles was the object of his gaze â€"the peerless, high-born, Lady Percy. Eighteen summers had scarce passed over her young head. yet a thoughtful, almost sad, expression eta-r i‘ell like a shadow on her beauâ€" tiful face. Iler form was rounded, (‘Kquis‘ltt‘fi perfect; her oval face per- fectly colorless, save for the full crimson lips; her eyes large, dark, lustrous as stars, and fringed by 10312;. silken-black lashes: her shining hair fell in soft glittering, spiral "2:43. like raVcled silk, round her fair. moonlight face: and her pallor .7:.’:lt‘ti deepened by its raven hue. «Quin-n1}. peerless, dazzling, she mo"- ed through the brilliant train of bt‘a‘ltie.\’. eclipsing them all. Drinking in the enchanting draught of her beauty, Lord Ernest Villiers stood Until the dance Was concluded; and then moving toward her, he bent art-r. and whispered. in a voice that Was low but fUIl of passion: “Maude! Maude! why have you "tried to avoid me all the evening ? I must see you X I must speak to you in primte ! I must hear my destiny from your lips to-night l Come With ma- into the music roomâ€"it is doâ€" St-rted now," he said, drawing his arm through hers. "There, apart from all those prying eyes, I can learn my fate.” The ' ale face of the lady grew pal- ,lly :1 er; but without a word. She suflered herself to be led to the deserted room he had just left. "And now, Maude, may I claim an answer to the question I asked you last night ?” he said, bending 0V“ her. “I answered you then, my lord," the Said, Sadly. . ”Yes; you told me to 80”“! {Olga you; as if such 'a thing were pos- sible. Maude, 1 cannot, I will not. take that for an answer, Tell me, do you love me. ‘2” "0 Ernest lâ€"O my dear lord! you know 1 do l" she cried passionately. “Then. Maude, Will you not b. mineâ€"my \vife ?" "'03:, I cannot l 0 Ernest, I can- not 3” she said with a. shudder. “Cannot. ! And why, in HeaVen'B name 'P” "31:: lord. that is my secret. I can ne‘er, never be your wife, Choose some one wortliier of you, and for" 387. Mantle Percy." She tried to giant; her voice, but a. sob finished 3‘3 “e"; or relatives 1 1’ cute. for all answer he gathered her in “ ; arms. and her head drop- ??fl «2:; his shoulder. "My 1300131“! ‘7 2‘<-:;1.;:‘.lic Maude, what is this TOW-rim: Secret -.>" he said, smiling- Tdt ;;.e. Now, why cannot you be my wife 1‘" 10%}!qu think I.“ wealtand silly, my 80~m13shc said, raismg her head l‘eaéimm proudly; “but there is a. , , fore‘ffé;;ouc saint-lent to separate us .5 'li‘lng one that. neither you nor any . moxtal can ever know 1"- â€"â€"-â€"- Dr. Pitcher- Back- ‘W ache Kidne Tabla; , ‘ from the are pro ._ ‘ption of Dr. _ _) gins Pitcher (formerly 7* Professor of Materia. Medica and Granite. Unmagiseas? fiich. ' l ego 0 adj. .- A 43%;; Detroit, Mich, “ U.S.A.), which he used with Wonderful success , for over twelve years in private practice in the Western HOSpital, De- ‘ trait They contain specific ‘ ingredients not found in any other kidney remedy, and it is not surprising, therefore, that they make cures in very ,many cases ‘ hero other remedies We would caution .-. on in purchasing the .1 Tablets to see that the ’ i ' accompanyingcut, prin- ted in n ink, and ' ~. Dr. Pitcher’s portrait and signature, are printed on the package. Refuse substitutes and imitations, as these are sure to disappoint. The price of the Tablets is 50c. 33. box, or three boxes for $1.25, at all druggists, or sent by mail by addressing the Dr. Zine Pitcher 00., Toronto. Out. / =___________._.____â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€" "And you refuse to tell this reaâ€" son ? My father and your: are eag- er for the match; I love you passion- ately, and still you refuse. Maude, you never loved me,” he said, bitter- ly. Iler pale sweet face was bent in her hands now, and large tears fell through her fingers. “Maude, you will not be so cruel,” he said, with sudden hope. “Only say I may hope for this dear hand." “No, no! Ilope for nothing but to forget one so miserable as I am. 0 Lord Ernest ! 1 will be your friendâ€"your sister, if 1 may; but I can never be your wife." "Maude, is there guilt. is there crime Connected with this secret of yours ?” he demanded. She rose to her feet impetuously. “And you think me capable of crime, Lord Villicrs ?â€"â€"of guilt that needs concealment ?” she said, with proud scorn. "You, Maude ? l believe an angel No; sooner would from Heaven guil- ty of crime, than you. 0 Lady Maude! must this secret, that in- volves the happiness of my whole life, remain hidden from me ?" Her tone was very sad, as she re- plied: “Some day, my lord, I Will tell you all; but not now.. Let us part here, and let. this subJeCt never be renewed between us.” “One word, Maudeâ€"do you me ?" .‘I Inc !” . ’ "Now, why, ‘lleavcn forgive me? Maude. ! you will drive me mad ! Is !' 1 crime to 10W: me, then ? in her love do ! 1 do ! Heaven forgive it such z ' "In Some it is, ’ she said, low, sad voice. “And why, fairest saint “Do not ask me, my lord. Lot me go, 1 am tired and sic'~?. and very unâ€" happy. Dearest Ernest, leave me, and never speak of this again. "As you will, Lady Maude," he said, turning haughtily aWay. But a light touch was laid on his arm, and the sweet voice of Lady Maude said: “1 have offended you, my lord; pray forgive me.” “I am not offended, Lady Maude Percy; neither have I anything to forgive,” he said. “You have rejectâ€" ed me, and I presume the matter ends there." “But you are offended. O Lord Villicrs, if you knew how unhappy I am, you would forgive me the pain I have caused you-” Her tone touched him, and taking her hand gently, he said: “It is I who should ask forgiveness, Lady Maude. Yes, I will accept the friend- ship you ofler, until such time as I can claim a better reward. Notâ€" withstanding all you havc said, I do not despair still.” He pressed her hand to his lips and was gone. “Excuse me, your lordship," insinâ€" uated a footman in his car, "but there is an individual dOWn stairs who persists in seeing the earl, and won't take no for an answer.” “Who is it ?” inquired Lord VII- liers, impatiently. . _ “â€"- t)” 5. w n-_-. I “A gipsy, my lordg a deepen _ looking old tramper, too.” ’ "What's that about gipsiw ?" salt the unceremonious little Miss Jeru- yngham, passing at that moment “You must know, I fairly dote or . gipsies, ever since I saw that charm ing young man they are going tr. transport.” “How I wish I were a gipsy !’ said Lord Villiers, gayly, “for such a reward." "l’ray spare your pretty speeches for Lady Maude Percy, my lord," lisped Miss Jcrnyngham; “but about this gipsyâ€"is it a man or a wo- mo ll ?"'« "A woman, miss, they call her the gipsy queen, Kctura.” "A gipsy queen! oh, delightful!" cried the young lady; “my lord, W( must haVc her up, I insist on hav ing my fortune told.” "Your slave hears, but to obey, Bliss Jcrnyngham. Jonson, go and bring the old lady up." . "Yes. me lud,” said Jonson, hur- rying: off. “Georgeâ€"George! do come here," exdaimed the young lady, as her brother passed: “I want you.” “What's all this about ?” said the guardsman. “My dear Clara, the way you do get the steam up at a. moment's notice is perfectly aston- ishing. What can I do for you ‘2” "Do you Want to have your for- tune told ?” “If any good sybil would predict for me a rich wife, who would pay any debts, and keep me provided with kid gloves and cigars, I wouldn’t ob- ject: but in any other case-â€"” His speech was cut short by the sudden appearance of the footman with the gipsy queen, of whom he seemed considerably afraid. “I wish to see Earl De Courcy," was he: abrunt demand- Mllut ' f‘l ‘ "And we was our fortum told, good mother." said Lord Villicl. my {other will attend to you proo- entiv." "Your father i" said the woman. fixing her piercing eyes on his hand- some face, "then you are Lord ,Vll- liers." "You have guessed it. What but the future in store for me ?" “Nothing good for your father's son," she hissed. "Give me your hand.” He extended it with a smile, and she. took it in hers, and peered into it." Well, mother, what has destiny in store for me ?" "Much good or more evil. This . night decides thy destiny; either thou shalt be blest for life, or if the scale turns against theeâ€"then woe to thee! Stand asideâ€"tho curl ap- proaches." . A tall. distinguished looking man of middle age approached, and look- cd with grave surprise on this group before him. “A word with you, lord earl," said the gipsy, confronting him. “Speak out, then." “it must be in private." “Who are you ?" said the earl. surprised and curious. "I am called the gipsy queen, Koâ€" tura," said the woman, drawing her- self up. ”And what do woman ?" “I tell you I must speak in priv- ate. ls your time so precious that you cannot grant ten minutes of it to me ?" said the woman. "This way. then," said the cat], as he turned and led the way across the hall to a richly-furnished library. Seating himself in a softly-cushion- ed lounging chair, he waited for his Singular visitor to begin, you Want of me. CHAPTER IV. “Well, madam! I am waiting," said the earl, after a pause. “Lord earl, behold at thy feet a. mother who comes to plead for her son !" said the strange woman, sink- ing on her knees at his feet. "Madam, I do not understand," said the earl, surprised, and feeling himself obliged, as it were, to use a. respectful form of address, by the woman’s commanding look. "My son is in your power! m darling, my only son !’ my first-born! Oh, spare him !" said the woman holding up her clasped hands. "Your son ! Madam, I do not un- derstand." said the earl, knitting his brows in perplexity. “You have condemned him to transportation ! And he is as inno- cent of the crime as the angels in heaven,” cried the woman, in pas- sionate tones. “Madam. I aSsure you, I do not understand. Who is your son ?" said the earl, more and more perplexed. "You know him as Germaine, but he is my son, Reginaldâ€"my only son! on, my lord! spare him 1" wildly pleaded the gipsy queen. “Madam, rise." “Not until you have pardoned my son." “That I will never do ! your son has been found guilty of willful rob- bery, and has been very justly con- demned. I can do nothing for him." said the earl, while his brow grew dark. "My lord, he is innocent almost shrieked the wretched woman. "I do not. believe it ! He has been proxen guilty," said the earl, cold- ly. "it is false ! as false as the black hearts of the pcrjurers who swore against hin; ! lie is innocent of his crime, as innocent of it as thou art, lord earl. 0 Earl De Courcy, nsyou hope for pardon from God, pardon him." “Madam, I command you to rise." “Never, never! while my son is in chains! 0 my lord, you do not know, how I have loved that boy i , I had no one else in the wide world to love, not a drop of kindred blood ’ran in any human heart but his. 0 Lord De Courcy, I have suffered cold and hunger, and thirst, and hard- ship, that. he might never want; I have toiled for him night and day, that he might never feel pain: I have stooped to actions I loathed, that he might be happy and free from guilt. And, when he grew older. I gave him up, though it was like rending soul and body apart. I sent him away, I sent him to school with the money that years of unceasing toil had enabled me to save. I sent him to be educated with gentleman. ginsy- . life has been one long dream of him, sleeping or waking, in suffering and trial, the thought that he was near me gave joy and strength. And now he is condemned for lifeâ€"condemned to a far of! land. among convicts and felons, where I will never see him again ! O Lord Dc Courcy ! mercy, mercy for my son !" A spasm of pain passed over the face of the earl; but he answered, 6 our-um tavern-u. your son fl gouty. I cannot pardon him 1" “lie is not (Ulltyl Pals]: tho noulsobnseutobellevo such a falsehood of my high-hearted boy i" cried the gipsy. "He. my proud, glorious, klngly Reginald, stoop to such a dime! Oh! sooner could the angels themselvoo be guilty of it than he !" “Wow, you rave! tell you, rise." "Pardon, pardon for my non !" "Madam. I cannot. I pity you. Heaven knows I do but he is guilty and must surfer." ”O my God ! how shall I convince him ?” cried the Wretchcd woman, wringing her hands in wildest deoâ€" pair. "0 Earl do Courcy, you, too, have a son, handsome, gallant noble, the. pride of your old age, the last scion of your proud rate! For his sake. for the sake of your BOD. pardon mine !" "Once more I tell you, I cannot. Your son is condemned: to-morrow his sentence will be executed, and I have no power to avert it. And madam, though I pity you deeply. I must again say he deserves it. Your son deserves his fate: all the more so: for his ingratltudo to you. after all you have done for him. I deeply pity you; a Heaven hears me. I do !" “0h then, for my sake, if there is one spark of pity for me in your heart. do not kill me! For, Lord be Courcy, it will be a double mur- der, his death and mine, if thisscnâ€" tcnce is executed.” "The law must take its course: I cannot prevent it, and once more. madame, I beseech you to rise. You should kneel to God alone." “God would forgive him, had I pleaded to him thus; but you, tiger- heart, you will not !" shrickcd the woman. "0 lord earl, l have never knelt to God or man before; and to haVc my petitions spurned now ! You hold my life in the hollow of your hand, and you will not grant it !" "I tell you I cannot." "You canâ€"you can ! It is in your power ! You are great and rich. and powerful, and can have his sentence annulled. By your soul's salvation. by your hopes of heaven, by your mother's grave, by Him whom you worship, I conjure you to save my son !" A fearful sight was that despair- maddcaed woman, as she. knelt at the stern earl's feet, her very voice sharp with inward agony. IIc shaded his eyes with his hands to keep out the pitiful sight; but his stern. determined look passed not away. His face seemed hardened with iron, despite the deep pity of his heart. "You are yielding! He will yet be saved ! Oh, I knew that ironâ€" heart Would soften !” she cried out, taking hope from his silence. ” My poor woman, you deceive yourself. I can do nothing for your son." said the curl. “What ? Do you .ll refuse ? Oh. it cannot be! I am going mad, I think! 'l‘cl'. meâ€"tcll me that my son will live !" “Woman, I have no power over your son’s life." “Oh, you havcbyou have ! Do you think he could live one single day among those with whom you Would send him ? As you hope for pardon, par-dun my con l” "it is all in vain. “You refuse ?" "I do. Rise !" With the bound Once again I Rise, madmn." of a Wild beast, she sprang to her fc:t, and like a tigrm‘s robbed of her young, she stood before him. Even the stern earl drew back in dismay. “Thin, heart of steel, hear me? she oiled, in. a voice terrific in its very depth of despair. "From this moment I vow, before (lad, to dc» vote my whole life to revenge on you ! Living, may ruin, misery, and despair, equal to mine, be your por' tion; dead, may you never rest in the earth you sprllng from ! And when. standing before the judgment smt of God, you sue for pardon. may he hurl your miserable soul back to perdition for an answer! May my curse descend to your child- ren and children's children for ever 1 May cvcry earthly and eternal evil follow a wronged mother's curse !" Appalled, horrified, the. iron earl shrunk back. from that convulscd. terrific faceâ€"that face of a fiend, and not of mortal woman. A moment after, when he raised his head, he was alone, and the gipsy, Ketura, was gone, Whither 7 CHAPTER v, I! That lame night-three hours lat- er. in a narrow, dark, noisomc cell, with grated window and irombarred door, with one fliskering, uncertain lamp lighting its tomb-like darkness, sat two young men. was a youth of three-nnd-twenty; tall and slender, with a dark comâ€" plexion; a strikingly-handsome face; a. daring, reckless air, and an ex- pression of mingled scorn, hatred, defiance, and ficrceness in face. There were fetters on his wrists and ankles and he wore the dress of a condemn- ed felon. 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My fa- thcl‘. believing in his guilt, thought it iiis duty to prosecute; but he bears no feeling of personal anger toward him." said Lord Villiers, gravely. , "Wt-El. 1 wish Germaine a safe pass- ace across the ocean," said (‘aptain Jég-nyughani. "Ile cut the completeâ€" 1v on: Wllll that pretty little prize- widow of old Sir Bob Landers; but I'll he magnanimous and forgive him. now. Oh, by Jove! Villiers, there goes Lady Maude Percy!” cried the guardsntan. starting sud- denly up, all his listlessness disapâ€" pearing as if by magic. “Ah! my lord. l thought you would find the sililjt't't more interesting than that of poor Germaine.” he added, With a mischievous smile. Lord \"illiers laughed, and his clear flushed. "The handsomest girl in London. and the greatest heiress," said the guart‘lsnian, resuming his halfâ€"draw]. -'“.‘.hat an intensely enviable fellow you are, Villiers, if rumor is true.” "ind what says rumor?" said Lord Villiers. "Why, that you are the accepted lover of the fair Lady Maude.” Before the reply of Lord Villiers gmg spoken; a young lady, suddenly entering the room, caught sight of them, and addressed the guardsman “George. you abominably lazy feliow, have you forgotten you are engaged for this set to Miss Ash- ton ‘? Really. my lord, you and this idle brother of mine onght to be ashamed to make hermits of your- selves in this way. Lady Maude is here. and i will report you." Anti raising her finger warningly, Bliss Jtrnyngham tripped away. " ‘Fare thee well-and if foreVer!’ aid Captain Jernyngham, in a tra- git tone. " 'Why, forever fare thee well l’ " said Lord Villicrs, laughing, as he turnt'ti in an opposite direction. The dancing was at its height as me passed from the music room. Standing at the head of one of tho quailrilles was the object of his gaze â€"the peerless, high-born, Lady Percy. Eighteen summers had scarce passed over her young head. yet a thoughtful, almost sad, expression eta-r i‘ell like a shadow on her beauâ€" tiful face. Iler form was rounded, (‘Kquis‘ltt‘fi perfect; her oval face per- fectly colorless, save for the full crimson lips; her eyes large, dark, lustrous as stars, and fringed by 10312;. silken-black lashes: her shining hair fell in soft glittering, spiral "2:43. like raVcled silk, round her fair. moonlight face: and her pallor .7:.’:lt‘ti deepened by its raven hue. «Quin-n1}. peerless, dazzling, she mo"- ed through the brilliant train of bt‘a‘ltie.\’. eclipsing them all. Drinking in the enchanting draught of her beauty, Lord Ernest Villiers stood Until the dance Was concluded; and then moving toward her, he bent art-r. and whispered. in a voice that Was low but fUIl of passion: “Maude! Maude! why have you "tried to avoid me all the evening ? I must see you X I must speak to you in primte ! I must hear my destiny from your lips to-night l Come With ma- into the music roomâ€"it is doâ€" St-rted now," he said, drawing his arm through hers. "There, apart from all those prying eyes, I can learn my fate.” The ' ale face of the lady grew pal- ,lly :1 er; but without a word. She suflered herself to be led to the deserted room he had just left. "And now, Maude, may I claim an answer to the question I asked you last night ?” he said, bending 0V“ her. “I answered you then, my lord," the Said, Sadly. . ”Yes; you told me to 80”“! {Olga you; as if such 'a thing were pos- sible. Maude, 1 cannot, I will not. take that for an answer, Tell me, do you love me. ‘2” "0 Ernest lâ€"O my dear lord! you know 1 do l" she cried passionately. “Then. Maude, Will you not b. mineâ€"my \vife ?" "'03:, I cannot l 0 Ernest, I can- not 3” she said with a. shudder. “Cannot. ! And why, in HeaVen'B name 'P” "31:: lord. that is my secret. I can ne‘er, never be your wife, Choose some one wortliier of you, and for" 387. Mantle Percy." She tried to giant; her voice, but a. sob finished 3‘3 “e"; or relatives 1 1’ cute. for all answer he gathered her in “ ; arms. and her head drop- ??fl «2:; his shoulder. "My 1300131“! ‘7 2‘<-:;1.;:‘.lic Maude, what is this TOW-rim: Secret -.>" he said, smiling- Tdt ;;.e. Now, why cannot you be my wife 1‘" 10%}!qu think I.“ wealtand silly, my 80~m13shc said, raismg her head l‘eaéimm proudly; “but there is a. , , fore‘ffé;;ouc saint-lent to separate us .5 'li‘lng one that. neither you nor any . moxtal can ever know 1"- â€"â€"-â€"- Dr. Pitcher- Back- ‘W ache Kidne Tabla; , ‘ from the are pro ._ ‘ption of Dr. _ _) gins Pitcher (formerly 7* Professor of Materia. Medica and Granite. Unmagiseas? fiich. ' l ego 0 adj. .- A 43%;; Detroit, Mich, “ U.S.A.), which he used with Wonderful success , for over twelve years in private practice in the Western HOSpital, De- ‘ trait They contain specific ‘ ingredients not found in any other kidney remedy, and it is not surprising, therefore, that they make cures in very ,many cases ‘ hero other remedies We would caution .-. on in purchasing the .1 Tablets to see that the ’ i ' accompanyingcut, prin- ted in n ink, and ' ~. Dr. Pitcher’s portrait and signature, are printed on the package. Refuse substitutes and imitations, as these are sure to disappoint. The price of the Tablets is 50c. 33. box, or three boxes for $1.25, at all druggists, or sent by mail by addressing the Dr. Zine Pitcher 00., Toronto. Out. / =___________._.____â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€" "And you refuse to tell this reaâ€" son ? My father and your: are eag- er for the match; I love you passion- ately, and still you refuse. Maude, you never loved me,” he said, bitter- ly. Iler pale sweet face was bent in her hands now, and large tears fell through her fingers. “Maude, you will not be so cruel,” he said, with sudden hope. “Only say I may hope for this dear hand." “No, no! Ilope for nothing but to forget one so miserable as I am. 0 Lord Ernest ! 1 will be your friendâ€"your sister, if 1 may; but I can never be your wife." "Maude, is there guilt. is there crime Connected with this secret of yours ?” he demanded. She rose to her feet impetuously. “And you think me capable of crime, Lord Villicrs ?â€"â€"of guilt that needs concealment ?” she said, with proud scorn. "You, Maude ? l believe an angel No; sooner would from Heaven guil- ty of crime, than you. 0 Lady Maude! must this secret, that in- volves the happiness of my whole life, remain hidden from me ?" Her tone was very sad, as she re- plied: “Some day, my lord, I Will tell you all; but not now.. Let us part here, and let. this subJeCt never be renewed between us.” “One word, Maudeâ€"do you me ?" .‘I Inc !” . ’ "Now, why, ‘lleavcn forgive me? Maude. ! you will drive me mad ! Is !' 1 crime to 10W: me, then ? in her love do ! 1 do ! Heaven forgive it such z ' "In Some it is, ’ she said, low, sad voice. “And why, fairest saint “Do not ask me, my lord. Lot me go, 1 am tired and sic'~?. and very unâ€" happy. Dearest Ernest, leave me, and never speak of this again. "As you will, Lady Maude," he said, turning haughtily aWay. But a light touch was laid on his arm, and the sweet voice of Lady Maude said: “1 have offended you, my lord; pray forgive me.” “I am not offended, Lady Maude Percy; neither have I anything to forgive,” he said. “You have rejectâ€" ed me, and I presume the matter ends there." “But you are offended. O Lord Villicrs, if you knew how unhappy I am, you would forgive me the pain I have caused you-” Her tone touched him, and taking her hand gently, he said: “It is I who should ask forgiveness, Lady Maude. Yes, I will accept the friend- ship you ofler, until such time as I can claim a better reward. Notâ€" withstanding all you havc said, I do not despair still.” He pressed her hand to his lips and was gone. “Excuse me, your lordship," insinâ€" uated a footman in his car, "but there is an individual dOWn stairs who persists in seeing the earl, and won't take no for an answer.” “Who is it ?” inquired Lord VII- liers, impatiently. . _ “â€"- t)” 5. w n-_-. I “A gipsy, my lordg a deepen _ looking old tramper, too.” ’ "What's that about gipsiw ?" salt the unceremonious little Miss Jeru- yngham, passing at that moment “You must know, I fairly dote or . gipsies, ever since I saw that charm ing young man they are going tr. transport.” “How I wish I were a gipsy !’ said Lord Villiers, gayly, “for such a reward." "l’ray spare your pretty speeches for Lady Maude Percy, my lord," lisped Miss Jcrnyngham; “but about this gipsyâ€"is it a man or a wo- mo ll ?"'« "A woman, miss, they call her the gipsy queen, Kctura.” "A gipsy queen! oh, delightful!" cried the young lady; “my lord, W( must haVc her up, I insist on hav ing my fortune told.” "Your slave hears, but to obey, Bliss Jcrnyngham. Jonson, go and bring the old lady up." . "Yes. me lud,” said Jonson, hur- rying: off. “Georgeâ€"George! do come here," exdaimed the young lady, as her brother passed: “I want you.” “What's all this about ?” said the guardsman. “My dear Clara, the way you do get the steam up at a. moment's notice is perfectly aston- ishing. What can I do for you ‘2” "Do you Want to have your for- tune told ?” “If any good sybil would predict for me a rich wife, who would pay any debts, and keep me provided with kid gloves and cigars, I wouldn’t ob- ject: but in any other case-â€"” His speech was cut short by the sudden appearance of the footman with the gipsy queen, of whom he seemed considerably afraid. “I wish to see Earl De Courcy," was he: abrunt demand- Mllut ' f‘l ‘ "And we was our fortum told, good mother." said Lord Villicl. my {other will attend to you proo- entiv." "Your father i" said the woman. fixing her piercing eyes on his hand- some face, "then you are Lord ,Vll- liers." "You have guessed it. What but the future in store for me ?" “Nothing good for your father's son," she hissed. "Give me your hand.” He extended it with a smile, and she. took it in hers, and peered into it." Well, mother, what has destiny in store for me ?" "Much good or more evil. This . night decides thy destiny; either thou shalt be blest for life, or if the scale turns against theeâ€"then woe to thee! Stand asideâ€"tho curl ap- proaches." . A tall. distinguished looking man of middle age approached, and look- cd with grave surprise on this group before him. “A word with you, lord earl," said the gipsy, confronting him. “Speak out, then." “it must be in private." “Who are you ?" said the earl. surprised and curious. "I am called the gipsy queen, Koâ€" tura," said the woman, drawing her- self up. ”And what do woman ?" “I tell you I must speak in priv- ate. ls your time so precious that you cannot grant ten minutes of it to me ?" said the woman. "This way. then," said the cat], as he turned and led the way across the hall to a richly-furnished library. Seating himself in a softly-cushion- ed lounging chair, he waited for his Singular visitor to begin, you Want of me. CHAPTER IV. “Well, madam! I am waiting," said the earl, after a pause. “Lord earl, behold at thy feet a. mother who comes to plead for her son !" said the strange woman, sink- ing on her knees at his feet. "Madam, I do not understand," said the earl, surprised, and feeling himself obliged, as it were, to use a. respectful form of address, by the woman’s commanding look. "My son is in your power! m darling, my only son !’ my first-born! Oh, spare him !" said the woman holding up her clasped hands. "Your son ! Madam, I do not un- derstand." said the earl, knitting his brows in perplexity. “You have condemned him to transportation ! And he is as inno- cent of the crime as the angels in heaven,” cried the woman, in pas- sionate tones. “Madam. I aSsure you, I do not understand. Who is your son ?" said the earl, more and more perplexed. "You know him as Germaine, but he is my son, Reginaldâ€"my only son! on, my lord! spare him 1" wildly pleaded the gipsy queen. “Madam, rise." “Not until you have pardoned my son." “That I will never do ! your son has been found guilty of willful rob- bery, and has been very justly con- demned. I can do nothing for him." said the earl, while his brow grew dark. "My lord, he is innocent almost shrieked the wretched woman. "I do not. believe it ! He has been proxen guilty," said the earl, cold- ly. "it is false ! as false as the black hearts of the pcrjurers who swore against hin; ! lie is innocent of his crime, as innocent of it as thou art, lord earl. 0 Earl De Courcy, nsyou hope for pardon from God, pardon him." “Madam, I command you to rise." “Never, never! while my son is in chains! 0 my lord, you do not know, how I have loved that boy i , I had no one else in the wide world to love, not a drop of kindred blood ’ran in any human heart but his. 0 Lord De Courcy, I have suffered cold and hunger, and thirst, and hard- ship, that. he might never want; I have toiled for him night and day, that he might never feel pain: I have stooped to actions I loathed, that he might be happy and free from guilt. And, when he grew older. I gave him up, though it was like rending soul and body apart. I sent him away, I sent him to school with the money that years of unceasing toil had enabled me to save. I sent him to be educated with gentleman. ginsy- . life has been one long dream of him, sleeping or waking, in suffering and trial, the thought that he was near me gave joy and strength. And now he is condemned for lifeâ€"condemned to a far of! land. among convicts and felons, where I will never see him again ! O Lord Dc Courcy ! mercy, mercy for my son !" A spasm of pain passed over the face of the earl; but he answered, 6 our-um tavern-u. your son fl gouty. I cannot pardon him 1" “lie is not (Ulltyl Pals]: tho noulsobnseutobellevo such a falsehood of my high-hearted boy i" cried the gipsy. "He. my proud, glorious, klngly Reginald, stoop to such a dime! Oh! sooner could the angels themselvoo be guilty of it than he !" “Wow, you rave! tell you, rise." "Pardon, pardon for my non !" "Madam. I cannot. I pity you. Heaven knows I do but he is guilty and must surfer." ”O my God ! how shall I convince him ?” cried the Wretchcd woman, wringing her hands in wildest deoâ€" pair. "0 Earl do Courcy, you, too, have a son, handsome, gallant noble, the. pride of your old age, the last scion of your proud rate! For his sake. for the sake of your BOD. pardon mine !" "Once more I tell you, I cannot. Your son is condemned: to-morrow his sentence will be executed, and I have no power to avert it. And madam, though I pity you deeply. I must again say he deserves it. Your son deserves his fate: all the more so: for his ingratltudo to you. after all you have done for him. I deeply pity you; a Heaven hears me. I do !" “0h then, for my sake, if there is one spark of pity for me in your heart. do not kill me! For, Lord be Courcy, it will be a double mur- der, his death and mine, if thisscnâ€" tcnce is executed.” "The law must take its course: I cannot prevent it, and once more. madame, I beseech you to rise. You should kneel to God alone." “God would forgive him, had I pleaded to him thus; but you, tiger- heart, you will not !" shrickcd the woman. "0 lord earl, l have never knelt to God or man before; and to haVc my petitions spurned now ! You hold my life in the hollow of your hand, and you will not grant it !" "I tell you I cannot." "You canâ€"you can ! It is in your power ! You are great and rich. and powerful, and can have his sentence annulled. By your soul's salvation. by your hopes of heaven, by your mother's grave, by Him whom you worship, I conjure you to save my son !" A fearful sight was that despair- maddcaed woman, as she. knelt at the stern earl's feet, her very voice sharp with inward agony. IIc shaded his eyes with his hands to keep out the pitiful sight; but his stern. determined look passed not away. His face seemed hardened with iron, despite the deep pity of his heart. "You are yielding! He will yet be saved ! Oh, I knew that ironâ€" heart Would soften !” she cried out, taking hope from his silence. ” My poor woman, you deceive yourself. I can do nothing for your son." said the curl. “What ? Do you .ll refuse ? Oh. it cannot be! I am going mad, I think! 'l‘cl'. meâ€"tcll me that my son will live !" “Woman, I have no power over your son’s life." “Oh, you havcbyou have ! Do you think he could live one single day among those with whom you Would send him ? As you hope for pardon, par-dun my con l” "it is all in vain. “You refuse ?" "I do. Rise !" With the bound Once again I Rise, madmn." of a Wild beast, she sprang to her fc:t, and like a tigrm‘s robbed of her young, she stood before him. Even the stern earl drew back in dismay. “Thin, heart of steel, hear me? she oiled, in. a voice terrific in its very depth of despair. "From this moment I vow, before (lad, to dc» vote my whole life to revenge on you ! Living, may ruin, misery, and despair, equal to mine, be your por' tion; dead, may you never rest in the earth you sprllng from ! And when. standing before the judgment smt of God, you sue for pardon. may he hurl your miserable soul back to perdition for an answer! May my curse descend to your child- ren and children's children for ever 1 May cvcry earthly and eternal evil follow a wronged mother's curse !" Appalled, horrified, the. iron earl shrunk back. from that convulscd. terrific faceâ€"that face of a fiend, and not of mortal woman. A moment after, when he raised his head, he was alone, and the gipsy, Ketura, was gone, Whither 7 CHAPTER v, I! That lame night-three hours lat- er. in a narrow, dark, noisomc cell, with grated window and irombarred door, with one fliskering, uncertain lamp lighting its tomb-like darkness, sat two young men. was a youth of three-nnd-twenty; tall and slender, with a dark comâ€" plexion; a strikingly-handsome face; a. daring, reckless air, and an ex- pression of mingled scorn, hatred, defiance, and ficrceness in face. There were fetters on his wrists and ankles and he wore the dress of a condemn- ed felon. 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