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j H4 1 j. 4j.44j.4.4 - By CHAPTER V. (Continued.) Pauline had not much soul, and she did not really care much for music as music; but she liked the pleasant, sooth ing effect It had upon her. So she went to the opera two or three times a week, and In the intervals whispered scandal, ate Ices, drank coffee, or dozed gracefully behlud the curtains of her box. This evening Mrs. Seton and she were scarce ly settled in their seats before Lord Sum mers begged admission. The good-natured old gentleman look ed rather worried, as he took the chair behind Pauline and exchanged civilities with both ladies. "I have had a visit from Bennoir this afternoon, Pauline," his lordship began. "The poor boy is terribly upset by your refusal." "He will get over it." "But, my dear girl, have you no heart t all? To my knowledge this is the seventh most satisfactory offer you have refused. I dare say you have had quite as many of which I have heard nothing. I begin to think you are heartless." "Perhaps you are right," she said, in differently. "But you must allow there are two sides to the question. On the one hand, you ask why I do not marry. I answer your question by asking, on the other, 'Why should I marry?' I do not love these men who propose to me. I am my own mistress; I have everything I wish for and I am happy as I am." "There is the estate, you know, to think of. The succession lies between you and your Cousin Ethel, the sweet faced child I pointed out to you the other day. If you die unmarried, the estate will revert to her children at your death. Of course, there is nothing against that. But I am sensitive about the trust im posed on me by my old friend, Sir Paul. As I read it, his will lays the whole re sponsibility of this question of succes sion on my shoulders. In other words, he leaves me the power to pick and choose a fitting head for the House of Mailing. Now, in the event of your not marrying, the next heir will be the off spring of this Ethel and her "artist hus band, Mr. Dornton." Pauline ( had kept herself well under control, but she could not avoid an ex clamation as Lord Summers put this point before her. "That Mr. Dornton, to whom you have been kind, is. engaged to your cousin, you know. Well, he is a very nice young man clever, well looking, nice manners and all that; but I don't think Sir Paul would have chosen him as the perperua tor 01 the Mailing family." "Why not?" The question was put quickly almost, it seemed, in spite of herself. "Well, it seems to me that the question answers itself. Who is he? What is he? Whence comes he? Who are his people? What were his father and grandfather? Of course he will make an excellent hus band for poor little Ethel, for he is bound to come to the front." "Do you know, whenever you talk of that child, I fancy you regard me as an interloper? I am sure your sympathies re with her." "Not at all not at all! You are too sensitive. I am glad to know that Geoffrey's child is not likely to suffer hardship. This Dornton seems a manly, honorable young - fellow, and will take good rare of that pretty little creature. I shouLI not like to think that my old friend's (hughter was fated to spend her life in copying from the old masters of the Kensing'on Museum, as she told me she does now." It was well for his lordship's opinion of his ward's disposition that she was sitting with her face turned toward the stage during his kindly little speech. He was a shrewd old man, and, had he seen .the hatred and malice in her eyes when he spoke of Ethel, his previous judgment of her character might have been con siderably shaken. The next day Miss Mailing drove to the Kensington Museum, taking Babette with her. It was a students' day, and the visitors made the round of the gal leries in quietness, Pauline stopping in apparent interest by the side of every lady student. At last she found what he sought She passed on until she reached a quiet corner, and then beck oned Babette to her side. "You see that very young girl In the gray dress with her holland apron? That Is the person whose address I want. Keep her in sight until she leaves; follow her home, get her address, and then go to some of the shops close by and find out her name." "Mademoiselle does not even know her, name?" ' "I know her real name, but not the one she is going by just now. Whatever you do, don't miss her." Miss Mailing returned to her carriage, feeling that she had accomplished a good afternoon's work. CHAPTER VI. "I'll not give wayl If I stay away one day, I shall want to do It again, and, then my copy will not be finished." Ethel uttered this aloud, though she was alone, evidently with the "idea that merely hearing the words would, per haps, strengthen her waning resolution. Poor child! Her head ached, and her yes looked quite pathetlo with the heavy circles round them; but she refused to pity herself, and resolutely plunged her head into a bug basla of wattr, robbed - fr - y - - - rTif - - - - - M - ? Tjhe ife's Secret, OR A BITTER RECKONING CHARLOTTE M. BRAEME her hair half dry, and started for the museum. Though her head still ached a good deal, the copy made fair progress, and there was no sign of neglect or hurry In the work, her throbbing temples notwith standing. She always wore a hat with a rather large brim, when copying, to save her eyes from the light from above, and at the same time shut out most of the room and Its occupants from her view, so that her attention was not so liable to wander from her work. She was engaged on a difficult patch of shadow and she sighed as she realized i u.erence between her shadow and that of the old master. At that moment her father echoed the sigh; and followed it up by: "Too solid altogether too solid, my child!" "I know it as well as you do, dad," she said, plaintively; "but how am I to alter it?" "Suppose we leave the shadow for to day, and go out into, the sunshine for an hour or two?" "Now, dad, don't tempt me to desert the post of duty. If you knew what a struggle I had with myself before I start ed this morning, how I longed to stay at home and 'coddle" Instead of facing my work like a woman." ' "Leave the painting for a few mo ments, dear; I want to introduce you to Captain Pelling. My daughter!" Ethel plucked off her unbecoming head gear as she turned to face the unknown visitor. She was greatly surprised at the Introduction, her father having kept her in strict seclusion since she left school a year before. "I taught Coptain Pelling the rudi ments of sketching before ho went on an expedition to Central Africa three or four years ago, and he is so delighted with his own efforts that he wanted to carry me right away to Wimbledon at once, to see and praise them." "That Is scarcely a truthful statement, Miss Mallett," put in Captain Pelling with a smile. "I don't want praise, but judgment. The expedition I went out with is going to publish the result of our Investigations, and they want some of my sketches to illustrate the work. When I saw Mr. Mallett in Picadilly I thought, 'Here is the man who will tell me hon estly if I dare to allow them to be pub lished;' and I pounced upon him. And now I have obtained two judges in the place of one. My trap is waiting out side, and I trust you will let me take you both down to my little box. My house keeper will find us something to eat, and in the cool of the evening we can go quietly through my little pictures and arrange them together." Ethel looked puzzled. Mr. Mallett could hardly conceal the Surprise he felt at the adroit manlier in which his late pupil had managed to include "the child," Ethel glanced at her rather worn but prettily made dove-colored gown and her bibbed holland apron. "I am not in presentable order," she began. "But you will see no one but the house keeper and the present company. Show yourself superior to such considerations, Miss Mallett. It will be a positive favor to me, for they are hurrying the prep arations forward, and I should not like to be the cause of delaying the publication of the book. "Very well; I will come. But papa will tell you I am of no use in a case of this sort." Ethel leaned back In the well-cushioned phaeton and listened lazily to the conversation between the two men, her father sharing the back seat with the groom. Captain Felling's horses traveled well, and, the breeze blowing right in her face Ethel gradually lost the depressing pain in her head and began to feel interested in the places they were passing. Whn at last the horses stopped at a tiny cottage, consisting to all appear ances entirely of bay windows and creeper covered porch, and looking tinier still by comparison with the gigantic elm trees that surrounded it, she had a slight tinge of pink In her cheeks, and the dark rings had nearly disappeared from round her eyes. A pleasant middle-aged woman came to the hall door, and Ca'ptain Pelling handed Ethel over to her at once. "Give Miss Mallett a cup of especially good tea, Mrs. Crichton, and make her lie down until a quarter of an hour be fore dinner. Above all, don't let her talk; she has had a bad headache" Ethel looked at him In mute surprise "and It will return if she exerts herself before she dines." Mr. Mallett looked amused; but the captain, supremely unconscious of having said or done anything unusual, led ythe way through the long, low hall and out "at a glass door at the end. "This way, miss;" and Mrs. Crichton opened the door, through which she was followed by Ethel. CIIAPTEH VII. It was the loveliest room the young girl had ever seen. The walls were a subdued stone green, the curtains and general decorations were of the same color, artistically touched up here and there with gold. There was a soft old looking Persian rug that covered the whole floor, except a few Inches by the walls. The floor of the windows were bare, save for some exquisite specimens of skins which Ethel did not STsa know ' tho names. Each of these windows ws tastefully and luxuriously furnished, There were two very tine paintings on the walls, aud the whole room was lit tered most picturesquely with valuable, curiosities brought home by Captalu rolling. Ethel looked round her with a sense of supreme delight. Mrs. Crichton mis took the look, aud apologized for the general untidiness of the room. "You see, miss, Captain Peling took the house only three weeks ago. He don't allow Martha or me to touch his wonderful curiosities, so I am obliged to put up with this dreadful state of things. You will find this couch more comfortable for a rest than either of tuose small ones. If you will allow me, I will throw this light woolen shawl over your feet. Let nie raise your pillow the least bit. There" after carefully ar ranging It, "that is more comfortable. I will bring the tea in a few minutes. How good the tea was, and how enjoy able the great quietness and peace seem ed to Ethel after the distracting roar and rattle of the London streets! Captain Pelling came through the win dow by-and-by and was surprised to sue Ethel lying there. He had expected Mrs. Crichton would tnke her to her own sanc tum.' He stood irresolute for a moment just inside the window, and then crossed the room to look more closely at his pretty young guest. "She's as pretty as a picture, and as good as gold, if I know anything about physiognomy. She has a trouble of some sort, poor little child! I should like to kiss those tears aawy. I 'wonder what she's worrying about. Perhaps Mallett Is hard up; he seems a careless soft of a fellow. I'll see if I can't help them a bit in that direction, anyway." . This was a genuine red-letter day for Ethel. She was so intensely interested in the Captain's description of his trav els that for the time she was drawn out of herself and her own affairs. Mr. Mallett, too, was heartily pleased. And Pelling was equally satisfied with his guests. When the evening was over, he was surprised to find how well he: had talked, and he felt convinced that suc cessful conversation as often depends on the quality of the listener as of the talker. There was not much progress made in the ostensible purpose of the visit, seeing that the "little sketches" which turned out to be rather good specimens of their class led the way to so much descrip tion that they looked only at some half dozen before they came to one that cre ated a diversion which lasted until they started for home. The Captain had been holding forth on the pluck and fidelity of a native ser vant at whose portrait they were look ing, when Ethel said: "I wonder you did not persuade him to come to England with you. Your rela tives would have worshiped him in their gratitude for having saved your life so often." "I have not one relative in the world. Miss Mallett," answered the Captain gravely. Ethel's glance was full of sympathy. "I beg your pardon," she put in' hast ily; "I am sorry I made the remark." "Don't be sorry. I'm very glad. I of ten long to talk a little about myself. You can't believe what an awful feeling it is to know that there is not one per son in the world who Is sufficiently in terested in you to. care for your private concerns." "Decidedly unpleasant," murmured Mr. Mallett "You'll hardly believe, Mallett, that this is the most, domesticated evening Pre spent for the last six years. Jolly hard, when you consider that I am nat urally fond of home and all that kind of thing! I was just getting weary of the loneliness of this place, but your being here to-night has changed the whole as pect pf affairs. It looks so homelike to see you sitting there as if you belonged to the place, Miss Mallett. To-morrow night I shall fancy I see you still there, and be reconciled for a time at least." "You should marry best recipe In the world for loneliness!" Mr. Mallett ob served, laughingly. '.'Tried it, and round it a failure." "Eh!" Mr. Mallett sat upright and stared into his host's face. "I beg your pardon, Pelling, if I have said anything unpleasant." "Not at all in fact, if I shouldn't bore you so horribly as to prevent your ever taking compassion on me again, I should like to tell you about my marriage. Some times I think it must ail have been a dream, It seems so unreal." He sat for a moment gazing absently into the garden, which was beginning to look dim and shadowy in the summer twilight, as if he were calling up the past from its gloomy depths. Ethel felt a shiver of superstitious awe pass over her, and the movement seemed to bring back the captain from the momentary reverie into which he had fallen. (To be continued.) Those Heartless Creditor. "No 'I can't afford to work for $3,000 a year." "Can't! And why not?" "Because It would be too good a thing for my creditors. They'd take it all away from me." Cleveland Plain Dealer. ' Verdict of Jndire Lynch. 'low did the trial of the alleged horse thief end?" asked the stranger from the effete east "Oh, in the usual manner," replied the landlord of the Arizona village inn. 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