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All work gum- In New Quarters New the Gamma St. Brlige * "Some new embroglio, I suppose," lshe said, not at all appeased by his iseeming carelessness as to what the ghowager Lady Tregarthen or Mrs. ;Taylor-Smith might say when gossip started. -v vâ€"v ' bed, but not to sleep, whereas Jack? Stanhope never afterwards remem-‘ bered undressing, so thoroughly tired was he, and so absurdly happy, not- withstanding the awkward situation divulged at the dinner. - self to divert the other man’s thoughts from the embarrassing tapic of Mrs. Vansittart. HotnewthatBi-andwasnotnkely _ â€"â€"vâ€" wc-mUulvu “Of course it was fortunate that Enid and 1 had jolly well made up our minds somewhat in advance, but it was a near thing, a matter of flag sig- nalsâ€"otherwise I should have been compelled to consider myself ruled out of the game. Therefore, during your tea-table tactics, if the Dowager, or that old spit-fire, Mrs. Taylor-Smith, says a word to you about Brand, just give ’em a rib«roaster with Enid’s two hundred thou’, will you? Whilst they are reeling under the blow throw out a gentle hint that Constance may en- snare Traill’s nephew. ‘Ensnare' is the right word, .isn’t it? The best of it is, I know they have been worrying you for months about my friendship with ‘girls of their class.’ Oh, the joy of the encounter! It must be like blowing up a battle-ship with a tup- penny hapenny torpedo-boat.” So her ladyshipâ€"not without pon- dering over certain entries, in the Books of the Proudly-born, which re- corded the birth and marriage of Sir Stephen Brand, ninth baronet, “pre- sent whereabouts unknown”-went to "Well it is, in a sense,” he admitted. "You see, we are jolly hard up. It’s a squeeze for you to double my pay, and, as i happened to inform Mr. Traill that I was going to marry Enid, long before he knew she was his daughter, it came as a bit of a shock afterwards to hear that he intends to endow her with two hundred thousand pounds on her wedding-day. Now the ques- tion to be discussed is not whether the adopted daughter of a poor lighthouse- keeper who may be Lord This-and- That in disguise is a good match for me, but whether an impecunious lieutenant in the Royal Navy is such a tremendous catch for a girl with a great fortune.” Lady Margaret was stunned. She began to breathe quickly. Her utmost expectations were surpassed. Before she could utter a word her son pre- tended to misunderstand her agitation. “An “Mother,” said he suddenly, “Mr. Trail] and I have had a lot of talk about Enid during the past two days. I have not seen you until this evening before dinner, so I have not had an Opportunity to tell you all that has occurred.” As each complaisant sentence rolled forth he laughed quietly in the dark- ness. “My dear boy,” she cried vehement- ly. “you dont understand the value of such credentials. You always speak and act as if you were on board one of your hectorlng warships, where the best metal and the heaviest guns are all-important. It is nOt so in society, even the society of a small Cornish town. Although I am an earl’ s daugh ter 1 cannot afford to be quietly sneer- ed at by some who would dispute my social supremacy.” She confided something of this to her son as they drove homewards, and was very wroth with him when he treated the idea With unbecoming levity. Every Parisienne, some Americans, a. few English women, possess this gift. Constance had it, and Lady Mar- garet knew now that it was a lineal acquisition from her mother. The dis- covery enhanced the belief, always prevalent locally, that Brand was a gentleman born, and her ladyship was now eager for her son’s assistance in looking up the "Landed Gentry” and other works of reference which define and glorify the upper ten thousand of the United Kingdom. Perhaps, that way, light would be vouchsafed. Being a little narrow-minded, the excellent creature believed that a scandal among “good” peOple was not half so scandalous as an affair in which the principals were tradesmen, “or worse.” a full-length mirror; others can give one glance at a costume, twist and pull it into the one correct position, and walk out, perfectly gowned, with a happy consciousness that all is well. It had always been a matter of mild wonder in Penzance how Constance Brand had acquired her French trick of wearing her clothes. Some women are not properly dressed after they have been an hour posing in front of Indeed, her ladyship had much to say to him. She, like the others, had been impressed by Mrs. Vansittart’s appearance, even under the extraordi- nary difficult circumstances of the occasion. The feminine mind judges its peers with the utmost precision. Its analytical methods are pitilessly simple. It calculates with mathemati- cal nicety those details of toilette, those delicate nuances of manner, which distinguish the woman habitu- ated to refinement and good society from the interloper or mere c'opyist. CHAPTER XVIII. iNlD WEARS AN OLD ORNAMENT Lady iIargaret took her departure from the hotel at an early hour. Her .1311 went with her. Their house was situated on the outskirts of the town, and, although StanhOpe would gladly Lave remained with the two men to discuss the events of this night of sur- prises, he felt that his mother demand- ed his present attention. Loans 1'8 CV Copyright by McLeod Allen. Light Pillar “Then the manner of Enid’s rescue is conjectural '2" “Absolutely. But Stanhope, who is a sailor, and two men named Spence and Jones, who were Brand’s col- leagues on the Gulf Rock at that time, have helped me in building up a com- plete theory. It is quite clear that the second boat did not sink. as was re- ported by the captain of the John 8. She was damagad. and had he: mast to St. John's five weeks later. could only tell me that you had felt very cold and wet. That is all I ever knew of the fate of the Esmeralda until, in God’s good time, I met Stanhope on board the Falcon." “It is easy to understand that I should be fanciful to-night,” he said, returning to the cheery glow of the fire and the brightness of the room. “The whole story of the disaster cen- tered in the narratives of the sailors and the negro. They all declared that both boats went’down. The crew 01 the barque, who ran to starboard, as the leading boat was swamped and sank on that side, imagined they heard cries to Port. But though they lower- ed a boat, and cruised about the local- ity for hours, they found nothing but wreckage. You, Charlie, when I went He passed a hand over his eyes and gazed again at the moonlit roadway. From the black shadows opposite a policeman crossed towards the hotel. and he heard a bell ring. These tri- vial things restored his wandering thoughts. How the discovery of his lost child had brought back a flood oi buried memories! Too often had the elder man pictured that horrific vision. It had darkened many hours. blurred many a forgetful moment of pleasure with a quick rush of pain. Even now, as he looked out into the still street, he fancied he could see Enid’s mOther smiling at him from I luminous mist. Mr. Traill rose and paced slowly to the window. Pyne stared into the fire. There was no need for either of them to conjure up the heart-rend- ing scene as the sharp prow of the sailing- sh." p cleft through the seas and spurned the despairing hands clutch ing at her black walls. “Well, on the fourth of July, putting - into Hardanger to celebrate the day ' with some fellow-countrymen, I re- . ceived a cable which rendered my pre- sence in New York absolutely imper- ative. There was a big development scheme just being engineered in con- nection with our property. In fact, the event which had such a tragic se- quel practically quadrupled your for- tune and mine. By that time, the ladies were so enthusiastic about the sea-going qualities of the yacht that they would have sailed around the world in her, and poor Pyne had no difficulty in persuading them to take the leisurely way home, whilst: I raced off via Newcastle and Liverpo. l to the other side. I received my last cable from them dated Southampton, July 20th, and they were due in New York somewhere about August 5th or 6th, allowing for ordinary winds and wea- ther. During the night of July 21st, when midway between the Scilly Isles and the Fastnet, they ran into dense fog. Within five minutes, without the least warning, the Esmeralda was struck amidships by a big Nova Sco- tian barque. The little vessel sank almost like a stone. Nevertheless, your father, backed by his skipper and a. splendid crew, lowered two boats, and all hands were saved, for the mo- ment. It was Pyne’s boast that his boats were always stored with food and water against any kind of emer- gency, but. of course, they made every effort to re ch the ship which had sunk them, rather than endeavor to sail back to this coast. As the Esmer- llda was under steam at the time, her boilers exploded as she went down. and this undoubtedly caused the sec-. and catastrophe. The captain noticed i that the strange ship went off close: hauled to the wind, which blew steadi- : iy from the west, so he, in the lr-adng; f boat, with your father and mowâ€"i» you and my wife and child, followed in that direction. He shouted to four men in the second boat to keep close, as the fog was terrific. The barque, the John 8., hearing the noise of burst- ing boilers, promptly swung round, and in the effort to render assistance caused the second and far more ser- ious catastrophe. The captain’s boat encountered her just as the two crafts were getting way on them. Someone in the boat shouted, they heard an answering hail, and instantly crashed into the barque’s bows. The sail be- came entangled in the martingale of the ’bowsprit, the boat was driven under and filled, and the second boat crashed into her. All the occupants of the captain’s boat were thrown in- to the sea. You were grasped by a negro, a powerful swimmer. He, with yourself and two sailors, were rescued, and that was all. Your father was a strong man and he could swim well. He must have been stunned or in- jured in some way. The two sailors jumped from the second boat and clung to the barque’s bobstays. The whole thing was over in a few sec- onds.” “1t is a dim memory, helped a good deal I imagine, by What I have heard since.” voyage? v "0"" v- ..eralda across, and we followed by mail steamer. During the last week of May and the whole of June we cruised from Christiana almost to the North Cape. The fine keen air res- tored my wife’s somewhat delicate health, and you and Edith throve amazingly. Do you remember the _____A ,__ fill ..as men arranged that We s ould pass the summer among the N02 .veg- "ran 1'10de but the two ladies were ner- .0115 about the ocean xoyage east in Aprii, so your father brought the Es- Mr. Trail}, glad enough to discuss a more congenial subject, marshalled the ascertained facts. It was easy to see that here, at least, he stood on firm ground. to leave them In dubiety as to the past. Discussion now was useless. a mere idle guessing at probabilities, so he boidly plunged into the mystery as yet surrounding Enid’s first year of existence. "Your father, as you know, was a noted yachtsman, Charlie,”_ he said. nudged, he was one of the first men ‘9 cross the Atlantic in his own boat rider Steam and saiE. Twenty ytars .30, in this very month, he took my rife and me, with your mother, you, Mid ur iittie Edith, then six months' _-..,d on a dtiightt‘ul trip along the Flor- {La coast am: the Gut of Mexico. It 9” THE DURHAM CHRONICLE maid, who was given charge of the two children,‘ told Pyne that Mrs. Vansittart had been greatly upset the previous evening. The girl was sure that the lady had passed nearly an hour in tears kneeling by the side of her bed. Then. having regained con- Continued an page ‘I. “Here’s to the reconciliation oi Brand and his wife,” he said, with a lighter tone and more cheerful manner than he would have deemed possible five minutes earlier. Pyne followed his example. “Say, uncle,” he cried, “here’s a queer item. When I first met Con- stance I spoke of Mrs. Vansittart, and I called her my prospective stepâ€"aunt.“ “A d d silly name, too. ” - “Constance seemed to think that, or its feminine equivalent. She correct- ed me, ‘You mean your fiancee’ s aunt,’ she said. ” “Oh, did she?” “Yes, and here’s to her being my fiancee’ s mather. ” Mr. Trail] helped himself to a whis- key and soda. Nevertheless, he was the richer for a sovereign as he went out. Sergeant Jenkins, however, was too loyal in his friendship to Brand to tell them exactly how it came about that Mrs. Vansittart was sheltered in La- burnum Cottage. He admitted that he directed the lady to the house in the first instance. and that Mr. Brand told him subsequently to convey the stated message to the hotel. Uncle and nephew glared at each other as men do when they call the gods to Witness that no madder words could be spoken. Before the waiter, they perforce restrained themselves. But Pyne shouted: “Where is the policeman?” “He is down below, sir. Shall I bring him up?” “She went out, sir about an hour ago, andâ€"” “Has she not returned?” “No, sir. A policeman has just called to say that she was taken ill, and is now bein’ cared for at Mr. Brand’s house.” “Yes, what of her?” demanded Trail], whilst Pyne found himself imagining that which caused his heart to beat more rapidly than even the fight for life in the saloon of the Chi- nook. “Beg pardon: gentlemen,” he said, “but I thought you would like to know about the lady in No. 11, Mrs. Vansit- tart.” It was on the tip of his uncle’s tongue to ask for some explanation of the very gratified tone in which Mas- ter Charles made this remark, but the head waiter entered, solemnly, with the air of respectful and discreet de- corum which only an English family butler or a head waiter can assume without burlesque. “I bought it in Bergen. I remember your poor father laughing about it. [t was odd to find an Irish emblem in that out-of-the-way little town. I have not seen it yet, but it. is ludicrous to think that so many coincidences 3am affect two different children cast adrii‘t about the same time in open aoats at the junction of the St. Seorge’s Channel and the North At- "It’s the kind of thing that doesn’t occur with monotonous regularity," agreed Pine. “By the way, I have just made an interesting discovery on my own account ’ “W hat is it?” “It might easily have happened that not Enidâ€"â€"sorryâ€"I mean Edithâ€"but I should have been the Youngster cast adrift in that boat.” “Yes, that is so, of course.” “And I would have grown up as Constance’s brother. Guess things have panned out all right as it is. ” “It is new enough. It point of View, which is Now, about that brooch? “No. I fancy that they were hin- dered in their yarn. Believe me, there was always enough to do in that wonderful place. Besides, I knew about the brooch. Had they mention- ed it, I guess the gray matter at the back of my head would have become agitated by thought." “Yes, of course. I am talking to you as if you were hearing this sad history for the first time.” thh phe mornirig came doubt. “Yofi know that her garments were marked E. T., and that a little shawl was pinned about her with a gold brooch set with emeralds arranged as a four-leafed shamrock?” “The girls told me something of the story on the rock,” said Pyne. “Gee whiz! I little dreamed that Enid, or Edith.) mean, was my first cousin.” 1 broken, by the comsfon. In the dark- ness and confusion she would be readily carried “past the barque, which was probably traveling four girnots an hour. The two sailors, in Espringing from her gunwale into the lbobstays, would certainly cant her iconsiderably, and at that instant my Ipoor wife either threw her child into i: the boat with a last frenzied effort, or isomeone caught t1: ; baby from her as 2she sank. The boat was seen by l ’ :Jraud floating in with the tide on the ' coming of the 30. h of July. She had been r. ne days at sca. Some survi or must have given the little one n01. rim- ment in that time. as a twelveâ€" months- o.‘d child could not p-"ssibly have lived. in all likelihood. the bank of fog clung to the surface ot’ the s.'a and followed the tides, as there was little or no wind on the days following the loss of the yacht. Again, there were pro- visions in the boat, but no water. ‘v’hy? Either the water-casks had started their staves when the smash took place, or a careless steward had failed to fill.them. The next thing is the identity of the boat. By the stu- pidity of a sailor, one of the Esmeral- da’s life-boats was burnt to the water’s edge in Norway. He upset a tin of petroleum whilst he was opening it, and a lighted match did the remainden Indeed, he and another man at the oars narrowly escaped death. 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