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“ And I found the child when she was
C H A P T E R X X V I . — (Continued.)
This w u the man whom aba bad s«<m lo s t”
“ And then Peterson turned up, and
• t her father'a houae, who had lodged
with them at the button factory, and o f stormed' and raved at me, till I told him
whom ahe had caught a glimpae even at where the child was, and he stole it from
Sedge H ill.. Tota and John Jenninga you back again. H e was fond o f that
were in the main thoroughfare o f HoJ- child when he was in a good temper,
borne, both interested in the shops, when which .wasn’t often though.”
“ H is w ife— is she dead?”
he touched Tota on the arm.
“ Ig>ng ago, he tells me.”
“ Don't you know me?” he aaked in a
“ Where la Edward Peterson now?”
husky voice.
“ In Worcester — Mitcheaon’s place,
Tots gave a little scream, and clung
near the river—-and you can put. the
more closely to John Jennings.
“ Oh! don't let him take me aw ay!" bobbies on to him, i f they’ re not taking
care o f him already. H e has treated me
she cried at once.
*T don’t want to take you away, Bes bad enough.”
“ Who is with him?”
sie— I only want to ask you how you
“ An old sweetheart, who will marry
are, after all these months," said Thomaa
hiin
when his legs get better.”
Eastbell, offering a very dirty hand to
“ Is It M ary Holland?”
the child to shake.
“ That’s her name. The woman who
“ Come, you let her alone, will you?”
said John Jennings aharply. John did was at Sedge H ill. You know her well
not admire the looks o f the man who had enough."
“ And she is with Edward Peterson at
1 forced himself upon the notice o f Reu
Worcester?”
ben's adopted child; John held Tots in
“ Yes.”
trust, and was watchful o f his charge.
Reuben Culwick waited for no further
The man before him was a forlorn speci
men of humanity, ragged and dirty. John news; he had learned more than he had
did not know Thomas Eastbell at first anticipated; he thought he saw all very
sight, but he was a judge o f dlsreputa- clearly to, the end now, and where his
bility— he had sehn so much o f it in duty lay. H e darted from the friendly
H ope street— he had become so disreput shelter o f the “ Magpie,” and hurried into
Holborn, and from Holborn through sun
able himself.
dry back turnings into Drury Lane,
“ I have as much right to .the child as where he met John Jennings, who passed
you have,” said Tom in a surly tone, a great deal o f his time walking up and
“ or as your master has, for the matter down the street in which Reuben Culwick
o f that. The child’s shtole, and you resided.
know i t ”
“ John,” said he, seizing him by the
“ I don’t know it.**
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— ■— arm, “ you must go to your sister’s house.
“ And its father will come to claim it Find Sarah Eastbell. Tell her I have
precious quick, too— see if he don’ t— and discovered that Miss Holland is in W o r
you can tell Mr. Culwick, too, direckjy cester, that I have left London in search
you get home. Say Tom Eastbell toM of her, and to end all suspense at once—
him so— or Viszobini.
You ought to her suspense as well as mine. I hope to
know Vizsobini o f the Sax e-Gotha.”
be back on Monday.”
“ You are Thomas Eastbelt, then?”
“ Is that all?”
“ Yes, and I don’ t care who knows It.
“ Y e s ... Now be off at once.”
You can give me in charge If you Hke
Reuben hurried to his lodgings, beg
— say for coining last year— I shall do it ged his landlady to be careful o f Tots
myself in an hour or two, if you don't till his return, looked in at Tota sleeping
— I hate the workua, and it’ s awful cold calmly in her little crib, stooped over
outside the prison. W here’s Sally?”
her and kissed her without awakening
“ Your sister, do yon mean?”
her, and then hurried away to the rail
“ Yes, o f course I do,” answered Tim ; way station, in the hope o f catching a
“ she ain’ t at Sedge H ill.”
night mail that should carry him on a
“ Never mind where she Is.’.’
portion of his journey toward Worces
“ Oh, I don’ t mind. She won’t help ter.
me— I ’ m her only brother, and starving
in the streets. But y6u can take my
C H A P T E R X X V II.
compliments to her, Mr. Jennings, and
Reuben Culwick was ifi the loyal city
I ’m to be heard o f at the ’Magpie.’ ”
early the next day. The cathedral bells
Reuben was hard at Trumpet work
were ringing when he was searching in
when John Jennings and Tots arrived
Mitcheson’s place for Edward Peterson.
home with the news o f their meeting
The man who had leaped from the top
with Thomas Eastbell. H e was working
window o f the button factory and broken
against time somewhat, but he set his
both his legs was not difficult to find—
pen aside to listen to John Jennings’
the inhabitants o f Mitcheson’s place
recital and Tots’ scared interpellations,
knew all about him, who he was and
paying particular attention to Mr. East-
where he was, and the country police had
bell’s information that the child would
been watching for his convalescence for
be fetched away presently by her father.
weeks past, in order to conduct him to
“ And he said that Barak might hear
safe quarters.
Edward Peterson was
o f him at the ‘ Magpie?’ ”
too ill to be removed at present— Indeed,
“ Yes,” answered John Jepnings.
o f late days the police had not been vigi
“ John,” he said suddenly, “ you must
lant, .a turn for the worse having taken
take a letter to Sarah at once.”
place in the sick man’s condition, and it
“ Very well, Mr. Reuben.”
being tolerably certain that he was d rift
“ Don’ t say anything of your meeting
ing from the laws o f his country in un
with her brother.”
due haste.
“ Trust me for that,” said John know
Reuben understood the position before
ingly.
he had reached the house— a policeman
“ She is not strong enough for any fresh
on duty in the street gave him the full
trouble,” said Reuben, as he drew a sheet
est particulars. I t was the back room
o f note paper toward him and wrote very
o f the first floor ,to which he had been
reluctantly an excuse for not being able
directed, and where he knocked softly
to see her as he had promised. H e alleg
for admittance. Some one crossed the
ed no reason-r-he would explain when he
room lightly, opened the door, and looked
saw her, he said— and he re-read the
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finished the writing o f it.
It was a
land, pale and thin, who faced him on
brief epistle; he should see her to-mor
the ianding place.
row, he hoped, and that would be time
“ You have, found me at las* then?”
enough for explanation o f his breach of
she inquired.
promise. Sarah trusted him implicitly,
They did not shake hands— the shadow
and would know that only business o f
importance could keep him from her. She o f the past mistrust was still between
did not expect a long letter from him, them, and there was no getting from it
and a heap o f reasons, at that busy hour in the first moments o f their meeting.
“ You know that we have been search
o f the day. Let the letter go.
In the evening, somewhat late, Reuben ing for you— advertising for you ?” said
Gulwick, not too fashionably attired, was Reuben.
“ Yes; but I did not care to answer
at the “ Magpie.”
It was eight o’clock
o r later, when Thomas Eastbell’s pock yet,” she replied.
“ You are attending upon Edward P e
marked coutnenance peered round one of
the swing doors.
The “ Magpie” was terson ?”
Tom ’s forlorn hope.
H e had seut a
“ M y husband— yes.”
message to his sister, and she might at
“ Your husband!” repeated Reuben
tend to i t
W ho knows? H e caught slowly.
sight o f Reuben Culwick, and his first
“ H e is wholly friendless now— he is
impulse was to bfcck into the street Then terribly alone— and at the last I have
he wavered; and while he was hesitating found the courage to do my duty,” he
Reuben came from the public houae and said.
confronted him.
“ Then the little girl— Tota-----”
“ You need not run away, Tom East-
“ Is mine. >It was his promise that I
bell,” said Reuben.
should have the child back— it was the
“ I haven't done you any harm," be revelation that she lived— that kept me
retdrned; “ I haven’t done nobody any silent when my suspicions might have
harm— never. A ll that you have heard given a clew to the truths which per
about me has been a pack o f lies. I ’ ve plexed you. T o have betrayed him at
been aa honest as I could be, and this that bitter hour was to kill my littlie girl.
is what comes o f i t I ’ m hard up— I ’m H e swore it— and I knew how desperate
starving, Mr. Culwick, I haven’t tasted a man he was, years ago,” she added,
food to-day.”
sadly. “ When he first came to Sedge
“ Where are your friends?”
H ill I wrote, warning you o f dhnger—
“ They turned me out o f their house. but not knowing what the danger was
They said I was a blundering fool. One which threatened Sarah Eastbell.”
o f them kicked me, last time I saw him.”
“ I see,” murmured Reuben Culwick.
“ The Captain r*
“ I was a woman in the toils, and knew
Tom Eastbell laughed sardonically.
not what to do,” she continued. “ When
“ No, he can’t kick.
He broke both Sarah had disappeared, he said • she
his legs in the country, jumping from a should retnrn RT safety to Sedge H ill if
window o f the button factory to get out I would keep my peace— and I was forc
o f the way o f the police. H e can only ed to trust him. Ah, sir! do not blame
•wear and ?uss yne now.”
me too harshly—It was my child’s Hfe,
, “ Is this Edward Peterson the father my child's happiness against Sarh East-
o f the little girl you met this morning?” bell’s, and I acted like a mother, in the
“ H e says he is. H e gave me money one hope o f clasping her to my heart.
to take care o f her altogether. But R I could not have brought your cousin
wasn’ t enough, so I lost her,” said Tom back had I owned that man for my hus
coolly— “ or rather,” hs added, interpret band— I was In the dark with you— and
ing Reuben’s look o f disgust correctly, my little Bessie lived.”
“ my old woman lost her. It
And you love this man?”
had a mito o f tooling.
She answered: “ H e killed my love
fault. She never .................
In her for
anybody
save K------M
herself." ”
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yearn ago. I i o my duty fai « h a ap-
without
>rse, and took my child
with him,
spirit o f revenge that
nearly b:
heart. M y marriage and
that child’ s
were not known to the
world I
at Worcester— although
your moth
•brays doubted me. I tried
hard to 11'
rt from the past, when
I believed
e girl was. dead, but
it all came
last autumn. This,”
she added,
bitterly, “ is a strange
time fo r explmmtlon.”
.
“ I have not come for explanation— I
have no right to demand it,” said Reu
ben; “ but let me ask if my father knew
o f your marriage to Edward Peterson?"
“ I dared not tell him. I wae very poor
— I wae alone tn the world, without a
friend, and he had confidence in me, and
liked me for ‘ my dead father’s sake.
Would he have wished you to marry me
had he dreamed of this?” she added,
with an impressive gesture toward the
door o f the sick room.
“ W hy did he wish this marriage ”
said Reuben.
“ H e told me on the day he died that
he had ruined my father— deceived him
in some way o f business and got rich
by his disgrace,” she said.
“ Heaven
knows i f this mere true, or the wander
ings o f a demented mind. It is beyond
our guessing at, and belongs not to our
present lives.”
“ M ary Holland, It waa true,” said
Reuben, solemnly; “ I bring a proof o f
it in his atonement— reparation.”
“ Impossible.”
“ H e has left you all his money.”
There was a wild scream— an awful
yell from the room which M ary H ol
land, or, rather, Mary Peterson, had
quitted, and M ary ran back into the
chamber, followed by Reuben In his
haste to be o f assistance to the affright
ed woman.
It was only a cry of delight Captain
Peterson had heard all the news.
“ Is it all true?” he gasped forth, turn
ing to Reuben as if to a friend on whom,
in this crisis o f J»la life, he might rely.
“ A ll the money is left to M ary H ol
land,” answered Reuben.
“ H ow is it— how is it that— that*—this
can be?" he inquired, catching at Reu
ben’s hand and clasping it with hla trem
bling fingers; “ you see how excited I
am, but I can bear good news. Good
news will save me yet, please heaven.”
“ There haa been discovered another
will, signed by my father the day before
his death. In it ray father bequeaths
the whole o f his property to hla.faithful
friend and housekeeper, M ary Holland.”
“ T hat’s my wife,”
said
Peterson,
quickly; “ don’t forget ahe’a my wife.
W e were legally married years ago, upon
my soul, I swear it— it’s easily proved
— isn’t it easily proved, Mary? T ell him
so— don’t stare at me like that.”
“ Yes, I am his wife,” said Mary, thus
appealed to; “ Inara not M ary Holland.”
“ Oh, that makes no difference,” cried
Peterson; “ you were Mary Holland, you
have always been known by that name
to old Culwick, nnd it's your money—
I know law enough for th at A ll yours
— and all your husband’s— why, it’s as
clear as daylight
This brings me—
back— to— life! W here is the will?”
” 1 have brought it with me.”
“ G ive it— to md,” said Peterson; “ it
isn’ t safe in other bands. 1— I will keep
it till I ’ m— stronger.”
“ L e t him have i t ” »aid the wife, care-'
lessly; “ it will calm him, and rest is
necessary.”
s.
“ I would prefer your taking it, Mrs.
Peterson,” said Reuben, producing the
w ill; "better still to leave it with a trust
worthy solicitor to act upon. There will
be no opposition to It in any way from
Sarah Eastbell.” :
“ It w ill' be safe enough in my hus
band’s keeping,” said Mary, with strange
listlessness.
Reuben gave her the will, and she
crossed with it to her husband’s side and
placed it in his hauds, which with great
difficulty began to unfold the paper on
which Simon Culwick’s last testament
was written.
“ I — I shall be glad— when I ’ m better,”
Edward Peterson*whispered at last; “ you
can put it under my pillow— now.”
“ And the child?” asked Reuben, curi
ously.
A gesture, quick and deprecatory, from
M ary Holland came too late to arrest the
qnestioi), or to check the excitement o f
the prostrate vagabond, who half raised
himself in bed in his vehemence.
“ I ’ll never seè the child again— I ’d
rather die than seemlier. She shall never
be more than the beggar’s brat she is!”
jie shouted.
“ W hat has she done?”
“ She turned against her own father—
when there was a chance o f making
money, It was she, that cursed child, who
betrayed me.”
The color vanished from his face again,
and once more thé leaden hue suffused
It, and the eyes closed, as by the pres
sure o f the hand of death itself upon
them. Mary was at his side, when life
seemed coming slowly back agàin, shs
said to Reuben: .
“ Leave me now. You see what he is
— what he hns ever been. I would pre
fer to be alone— to the end.”
Reuben passed from the room afld
left the dving man to bis strange wife's
care. H e had done his duty, he had sur
rendered his father’ s will into the hands
o f those it was to benefit, and It had
been coldly, almost unthankfully receiv
ed. L e t him get back to Sarah Eastbell
and to the brighter life wherein she
moved.
(To be continued.)
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the dealer said, opening the barrel to r
his Inspection, “ la that i f yon pnt them
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■aid the customer, who happened to be
the fath er o f a half grown hoy, “ but
I’ll tako them.”
This filling of your h |irt
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Italian army, y e t even among them
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the fea t recently achieved by one o f
them.
T o run an ordinary fo o t race is easy
enoqgh, but to run at to ll speed fo r
several hundred yards holding In one
hand a spoon on which rests an egg
and to reach the goal without dropping
the egg i « a fea t which must be prac
ticed carefu lly a long tim e before it
can be perform ed successfully, and as
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surprise when ah Italian officer mount
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toba Free Press.
Mothers w ill find Mrs. Winslows’» Soothing
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during the teething period..
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Mother— I don’t know what la the
world to do with my son. H s ia a bora
rover.
Neighbor— W hy not make a Methodist
minister o f him?
In the N ew Zealand Medical Journal
appears this story: On w alkin g to the
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T h e C s a r a T yran t.
“ Monday,” exclaim ed the prisoner In
Mrs.
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The atrocities o f Rus
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Friend— W hat have yon learned?
it?” And be marched on with dissatis
Mrs. Lakeside— I saw in a paper this
faction Imprinted on every line o f his morning that in Russia no one is permit
face.
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