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Chapter NumberXXIII - XXV
Chapter TitleTHE GIPSY MOTHER SEEKS HER LOST BOY.
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Newspaper TitleThe Brisbane Courier (Qld. : 1864 - 1933)
Trove TitleGrantford Grange
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GEANTFOKD GRANGE.

By MARY KYLE'DALLAS.

! f CHAPTEE ixni.

THE GIPSY HOTHEE SEEKS HEB LOST BOY.

i ONE night, Hagar, who had'grown thin and wan with grieving over the loss of her boy, sat crouched over a* little camp fire, warming her brown hands, and thinking intently. At last she looked up, and spoke to Aaron, who sat beside her, smoking.

"Sim. has stolen my lad," she soid quiotly. " I've been reading the stars for myself. Ho ia the man. Aaron, if,any harm comes to my little child, it would be botter for that manto be dead."

Aaron's Bwarthy face flushed ,red.

" You're out of your mind about the lad," ho said. " What should Sim. want of him ?"

" Aaron»" said the woman, solemnly, " I don't deceive you. Something tells mo that tells true that it's him. And, more than that-I've dreamt

three times of my lad._ And always his little face was pale, and his little hands stretohed out to mo. I must find him or die, Aaron."

"You left him of your own accord," said Aaron, "and did without him a good many years. Why can't you forget him now as you

did then ?»<

"Idon't know, Aaron," said Hagar,-I don't know how it can bo that I ever did. There was always a little craving for him in my heart always a hollow nothing could fill-though I hardly guessed what I wanted. But I saw him now and then, you, know, and ho was potted, and rich, and in want of nothing. Now he may be dead in a ditch, or starving at the roadside. Oh ! my littlo lad. Yes, yes, I did without him, as you say. And people bom blind do without sight. But when I got him-when I had him for my, very own, and called him my gipsy lad, and heard him call me mammy-tongue oannot tell how fond I grew of him, I said * This is what I wanted all my life. ThiB is what the Btars gave me, and I cast away. Now I have it, I'll keep it.' Oh ! Aaron, Aaron, then it was taken away from me-just then."

She hid [her face in her hands awhile, and then looked up, with more of her own bold, bright glance than Aaron had seen for weeks.

" I'm growing a fool," she said. " It's timo to do, and not to cry. I'm going to have my lad back, if he's alive. If he'ß dead, lot tho man who murdered him bowaro of Hagar, his gipsy mother! Aaron, I'm going to Albany, I'm going to watch Sim. with my own eyes ¡ and if he is playing me false, he'll rue the day he ever was bom-if the same blood is in pur veins ! He's crafty, but I can match him." ,

Aaron, knowing well how true hor suspicions were, could only venture to disuado his wife on the score that her suspicions were ground- less. , i

Her knew that sho would have her own way, and trusted, not only that Sim. had ao contrived aa to escape detection, but that if detected, his share in the thoft of the ohild would never bo discovered. , j

Bosidos, oppose her as ho might, there were none in the camp who would not serve Hagar, while he had little influence.

In a little while he began to remonatrate less earnestly, and by and by said, sulkily :

"Well, do aa you like; only its waste of timo. Are you going alono?"

" Anybody would only bo in tho way," said Hagar. " I shall not go to Sim. with my errand on my lips, I can tell you that. To-morrow I'll tell you more." ,

Sho did. The noxt day thoy had travelled within a few miles of a town .of considerable size, and she went into it, and remained absout for some hours. When she carno back she car- ried a bundle in her arms whiohjBho concealed within the tent of whioh she was ¡mistress until night. Then when the tents wero all pitched, and the camp wrapped in slumber, she exhi- bited the contents to the wondering Aaron.

They were a suit of men's attiro and changes

of fine linen. ¡ , i

Aaron examined them olosoly and nskod, with a puzzled foco :

" What aro thoso for ?"

" To wear,"' said Hagar. " Don't you believe1 that I can look manly enough for them ?"

The gipsy shook his head. ; >

"You oan do a great deal,"» ho said. " You.'re a cute one, I know j but you've got a face not oasy to forget, and in any dress thom that know you would bo sure to say, that's Ha- gar. Boaides, look here." i

He caught her around the waist as ho spoko, and with the other great hand pulled out her

comb.

The loosened hair fell as he did so over both

like a veil. It reached to Hagor's ankles, tall

as she was.

"That's not to bo tucked under oap or wig," he said. " You oan't hide your hau1, Ha- gar."

The gipsy gave a low, scornful sort of laugh. "Do you think I'd stop for a little loss of good looks ?" she said. " My little lad is worth more than all the hair that ever grew, and hero ia what will rid me of all I don't want."

And a pair of sharp scissors glittered before Aaron's eyes.

"You won't out off your hair, Hogar?"

Sho laughed and gave a littlo amp at the ends. Aaron oaught her hand. . r

"No, my beauty no," he aaid. Thoro's Other drosses 5 don't-don't !"

But Hagar pushed bim from her. She stepped beforo a little looking-glass which her piece of woman's vanity hod made one of tho adora menta of the tent, and lifted the great jetty masses in her hand. They were splendid beyond description; but she never paused. With, ruthless hand she severed them close to her head and lot them drop unheeded to (he floor. Then she parted them over one oye and combed thom away as a youth might, and turned

towards Aaron.

" They're gone," she said, " and all my good looks with them, eli, Aaron ?"

"I don't know but you're handsomer so," said the gipsy ;" but for all that, I wouldn't have takon any money to have it done. I novor knew a woman who could cut such hair off, Ha-

gar."

There was absolutely a tear in his eye as he spoke, bat Hagar never saw it. She went on with her work and soon stood dressed from top to toe in malo attire. ,

The garments were well chosen to drape tho queenly form and change it to that of a hand- some boy ; and when a little moustache, such aa any fop might wear, adorned tho upper lip, few would have guesaed that the wearer was a woman. Partly because Hagar's beauty was of auything but the petite order, and her height full that of many mou. ?

J " Would you know me, Aoron ?" she asked.

" I Bhould. I would know you in any dress," Baid Aaron ; " but, others won't. Keep out of the way of the women, Hagar, or they'll fall in »love with you." > "? ;

Then with wistful eyes ne watched hor os abo placed the linen in, a little portmanteau, just

Buch a ono as "a young dandy might have car-

ried.

" You are not, going to start to-night ?" he

asked. '¡¡j

" I am," said Hagar. " Of course you'll not tell how Lwent ; only that I'm gone. Sun. may havo spies in the camp. Gipsy blood is not al- ways to be trusted. Good bye, Aaron."

," How long will you bo gono ? When will

you send word to me ?"

" I don't know. I can't tell," said Hagar, her face growing dark. " I must find my lad if I search the world through, and if I get a clue I'll

follow it to its end."

She put out her hand to Aaron as she spoko ; but instead of taking it the gipsy took her in hu arms and kissed her. Hail he belonged to well-ordered Bociety where the husband's will must be law to his wife, she would never have passed from the tent into the moonlight night a moment after, leaving him alone ; but in tho midst of the civilized world theae wandering Bohemians had rules and codes of their own, and acted by them.

The blood of the rulers of the tribe flowed in

Hagar's veins, and by birthright she had au- thority over him, not he over her.

He stood watching her as she passed beyond the white tents in the moonlight, and then Hung himself upon the ground and clutched his ebon

hair with his brown hands.

As he lay with his face npon the ground, ho

felt something soft 'and silky touch his ' brow, and opened his eyes with a Btart. '

It was one of Hagar's jelty_ tresses whioh yet lay as thoy had fallen in a glitoring heap.

The gipsy proBsed his lips to them, and thon began to gather them up jealously, leaving no hair of the thousands that had boon severed upon the ground. When he had them all in his hand he began to twist them into a sort of cord -a very rope of polished jot,-and with fingers that trembled so that, dexterous as they woro by_ nature, they oould hardly perform the task, twinod it about his waist, and knotted it over his heart under the rough bluo shirt ho woro. '

That heart beat so wildly that he oould see and1 almost hear the mad pulsation. And in tho might of his one all-powerful emotion, his great, jealous, tortured love for Hagar-all that was mean and crafty passed for onoe from the bronzed faco of Aaron Had.

His handsome features and glittering eyes ; bia straight, low forehead ; and the red mouth, shut so firmly over teeth of snow, would hove caught an artist's eye ; and the tall, Blender figure might have been fitly repeated in the soulptor's clay.

Ho looked, as he stood there, as some Indian chief might have looked in the days when In- dians were the free masters of the soil, boforo they had been orushed into skulking and de- graded worshippers of the white man's fire- water; and no ono would have recognized the tinkering gipsy, light of foot and finger, who would rob a hen-rost or a clothos'-lino.

God made man in his own likeness, our Bible tolls us ; and there never yot was ono so moan and base that at some moment that truth was

not manifest in his look and voice and ges-

ture.

For more than a minute Aaron Had looked the grand man whom God created. By dawn his excitement had, in a groat measure, passed away, and he'was the lounging gipsy again to outward view. Still inwardly his ruling pas- sion moved him, and whon lie atarted from tho camp with his tinkers' tools, he had no thought of gain by work or pilfering. It waa the boat way of avoiding remark or queation ; but his steps were turned not towards tho doors of tho village housos, but in the direction Hagar had

taken.

He did not wish to thwart her purpose. Ho had a superstitious fancy that fate would favor her ; but he folt that ho must keep her in Bight, or pine for her aa she had pined for Otho. As, years before, whon she was the wife of the groud, fair-haired Henry Grantford, ho alao

ad pinod, longing for her presence ;-aa the prisoner lougs for Tibprty, or the condemned for pardon ; racked and tom by jealouB pangs, and burning for revenge upon tho man to whom she had given herself.

Ho knew, also, that Simeon Blix was wary crafty, and would stop at nothing to gain his own onda ; and Hagar, ovon with her bold

spirit, might rush into clangor, from whioh only a man's strong arm might protcot her ; and, full of these thoughts, he: kept on his way to Albany. I

Simeon Blix boarded at a respectable and fashionable boarding-house, in ? street. In fact, it was BO select a place that on his first application to tho landlady ho had nearly boon rejeoted as on inmate on account of his unpre- possessing appearanco and vulgar habits of Bpeeoh. Fortunatoly, however, Mrs. Gurnsey learnt who ho waa in time ; and, although bo wildered by tho evidence of her own senses, dooided that a member of such a roapootable firm, who woro suoh costly clothes and jowellory,) and made no objections to any torms, must bo a gentleman.' ' ,

Then, too, he bad such excellent connections ; and was to be married into suoh a respectable family. It must be, Mrs. Gurnsey thought, a mero freak of nature. She had hoard some whero that English noblemen were sometimes rough and course in their manners ; " and if they are," thought Mrs. Gurnsey, "who mightn't be."

So sho ohangod her frowns to smiles, and allowed Sim. to make ona of her select house- hold ; whore, at certain seasons, nore than one

member of the legislature might have boen mot

with.

And there ho seemed likely to remain, for vulgar man never valued gentility and aristo- cratie surroundings as Sim. Blix did. >

It waa far from a busy time with Mrs. Gurn soy. In fact, she was wishing for some new and suitable applicants for sundry vacant rooms under her roof, whon one morning the servant who attended the door announced tho fact that " the hoautifullest young gontloman that ever was" desired to BOO her, and proceed- ing to the parlor, found an individual who, to hor eyea,*seomed fully to answer the description. Wo have soon Hagar in her masculino at tiro, and need waste no words upon the tout ensem- ble of this elogant porsonigo, for it was Hagar, and no other who made that superb bow to stout Mrs. Gurnsey.

" You desired to speak to mo, I bolievo," Baid the lady, with her most genteel smile.

Her viaitor bowed.

" If I have been rightly informed, you have some vacancies in your establishment, ho said. " I should fanoy that I might bo very well suited here. May I ask your terms ?"

He spoke in a foppish, conceited way, twiBt ing tho end of MB moustache as be spoko, and Mrs. Gurnsey, who liked what are denominated t "airs," smiled approvingly-smiled, too, in a way that exhibited her whito false teeth to the beat advantage, and gavo a liOBty glance glass ward, to seo that hor hair was all right.

"Will you see the rooms?" Bho said. "I have three vacant. Dinner at six, and a little, supper before bed time. I don't starve my boarders. Wo have breakfast, lunch, dinner, tea and supper."

"Very nice arrangement," said tho visitor, with a little affected lisp. " Yes, I'll look at the rooms. I'd like to bo next somo respectable sort of person, you know. It's foolish, you may think, but I'm particular, so I'll ask who

are my neighbors, and decido on tho rooms by

that."

" Certainly, sir," said Mrs. Gurnsoy, leading the way up stairs. "I understand refined feelings, for I have them myself. In Mr. Gum soy's Ufo I nover thought to como to taking boarders, though, after all, I should do my es- tablishment a wrong whore I to cal! it a moro vulgar, boarding house. It is a home to the select circle who dwell beneath its roof. This way, sir. This, is I think, the beat apartment -front room with an alcove, bath-room ad- joining, marble mantel mid marble-topped fur- niture. Gentleman in the next "room-Mr. Kompton, a lawyer/'

Tho visitor looked doubtful, and Mrs. Gurn- sey led the way along tho corridor.

" This is a pretty room," sho Baid, " but not so large. Next door you'd have a young couple, Mr. and Mrs. Lovoboy. Ah, don't suit you, I seo. This ÍB the only other I have."

They had ascended to the third floor, and certainly the room now offered was neither as large nor aB elegantly furnished as the others. Mrs. Gurnsey looked disparingly at it.

" I put my enameled suits in this floor," she said. " Here you'd have Mr. Green next you,

and on the othor side a Mr. Blix."

" Mr. what, ma'am?" asked the visitor.

" Blix, sir. Not a very prepossessing gentle- man, but highly connected, I understand.

To her astonishment, a look of great satisfac- tion appeared on the visitor's face. He nodded,

twirled his moustache, and waving his hand, |

exclaimed :

" This room- pleases me. I need look no farther. I am perfectly satisfied."

Perfectly satisfied ! when was it that Mrs. Gurnsey had heard thoso words from the lips of any boarder, male or femalo? She began to think this young gentleman a model for his sex. In fact, he made so favorable an impression upon her, that she forgot to hint at references, and accepted him only too joyfully aa an iumato of her Belect boarding house.

How^ BIIO would have felt had she guessed that this elegant and perfumed exquisite was only a woman, and such a woman as Hagar, it is very easy to imagine.

The new boarder -gave the name of Johnson, ]

and thus he was introduced to the othor board- ers, on whom he made a» very favorable iinpres aion._ Sim. Blix, in particular, felt that this was indeed a member of the aristocracy of

America.

And oh, how Hogar-a natural actress, if

ever one was born,in a gipsy camp-carried out hor role. How Bho lisped, and twirled her moustaoho, and ogled tho ladies, and glanced superciliously at the gentlemen aoroBs Mrs. Gurnaey's table.

OHAITBB xxrv.

j f HAOAE MAKES A DISCOVERY. '

IMAGINE a tailor's fashion plate warmod into life by aomo modern Pygmalion, and you might fanoy it moving and talking as Hagar did. All the exquisitos who ever hved woro fairly out-

done.

And this perfumed elegant took a grand fancy to Sim. Blix-bocame, in fact, intimate with him boforo dinnor was over, to the groat amazement of Mrs. Gurnsey, who becamo more and more oonvincod that Bhe had made a groat mistake when she fonoied Mr. Blix no gentle-

man, i

Tho days passed on. '

Mr. Johnson was often in Mr. Blix's apart- ment, smoked many a oigar, and sipped many a glass of wine with him. The latter gentleman was romarkably oommunicative, espeoially about his marriage, which waa to take place aa soon as Miss Osproy WBB out of mourning.

" You know, of course," he said, " it an't tho (Tontoel thing for woddings to take place within a year after a funoral in tho family, and I'm willing she should have her way yet awhile

at least." i

i Thon ho rambled on about her brother, his best friona, and the Grange and its belongings, but not ono word that Hagar, »watching intontly despito all her acting, could oonstrue into an indication of any knowlodgo of the whorcabouta of her lost boy. i ¡

A week brought her no noaror to any scorets Sim. might have, Yet she discovored some- thing.

He roqoivod somo lottors whioh ho carefully guarded from observation-lotters addreaaed in a vulgar hand, and adornod by dirty smudges as of thumbs. These he looked up iu a little escritoire in his own room, and always carried the key about with him.,

Hagar watohcd for an opportunity to investi- gate the contents of this pieoe of furniture, but

in vain. .

Sim. was very wary, and nover left keys or lotters laying about.

Ono morning Mr. Johnson's bell rang vio- lently, and the girl who answered it, after somo conversation, ran down to toll hor mistress that Mr. Johnson had lost his keys, and couldn't dross until ho found them, or somo others to,fit tho looks of olosot and bureau. The landlady sont up all in hor possession, but none would open the doors and drawers, and tho anxious inquirer was in despair.

"WhorosMr. Blix?" he asked. "Perhaps ho'd oblige mo."

" Oh, what a pity. Ho went out an hour ago, and Baid as ho was goin' to somo plaoo out of town, ho wouldn't bo back to-night," replied the girl. ,

, This was what hor listener desired to hear. In a minute another question was asked by tho lounging , exquisito in dressing gown and slippers.

"I say, do you know of any lookamiths, or people ofthat sort, about hore, Betsy ?"

" Bless you, Mr. Johnson, I don't know what I've boon thinking of not to speak of it. There'a one of thom tinkora down at numbor forty a mending a kettle. I saw him when I took the milk, and if ho an't gono, ho's likoly to have keys ; they generally do, on a great ring, you know."

" Aw, do thoy, woally ?" said the person ad- dressed. "Well, bwingyour tinker, Betsy, and boforo you go, let's have a kiss." <

" Go 'way, sir," cried Betsy. ' "I do wonder. I sha'n't ; there, now. Kiss, indeed !" and away she flow, blushing to tho oyos, to bring the tinker from number forty.

Soon sho returnod.

" This hero's the room." she said. " The

gentleman that's lost his keys is insido," and a

knock sounded on tho door.

" Como in, aw, como in, do," cried tho occu- pant of tho apartment, in his daintiost drawl ; and in an instant Aarpn Had entered the room.

Both figures-tho ' elogant, lounging one upon the aofa, and tho soiled and sooty one beside the door-whore turned ^or 'a moment into statues. Whon tho first surprise was over, Aaron entered and looked the door bo- land him. ' (,'

" Hagar," he said, with his voice suppressed to a whisper, " did you aend for mo ? Did you know I waa near you ?"

Ho almost hoped sho had, but tho gipsy wife did not oven understand the feeling in her husband's breast. Sho only answered :

" No. How should I gueBs you were hore, Aaron ? Why did you oome ?"

" To the houae, or the oity ?" - - " Tho oity, of course,"

" I carno to be near you, I think," said tho gipsy.

" Well, well," Baid Hagar. " After all, I'm glad you are hero just now. I couldn't trust everyone. I don't want a koy to my bureau. I want to open this door whon I chooso. Simeon

Blix haa the room on the othor sido. You understand. Now go to work."

The gipsy hesitated for a moment. Ho looked at his wifo intently, and seemed half in- clined to refuse, but after a acoond consideration of the request, put down his burdons, and began to piok from tho ring such keys as scorned moat likely to fit the look.

Hagar looked on with an interest the Btrongth of whioh was exprosaod plainly upon hor hand-

some faoe.

"You surely have ono?" aho aaid,

" Yes, yes ; never fear," replied Airón. " If you want one I'll find it somowhero, whethor I have it hero or no. But look you, Hagar, I'm afraid you may get yourself into trouble. Opening locks is no light matter, if it comes to

law."

Hogar laughed. j "No ono shall over know unless you tell them," she aaid. "I haven't lost my wits yet."

.' Nor your beauty, Hagar," said the gipsy. "You look handsomer than I ever saw yqu, with all your lad's dress. How I'vo wanted to seo you, girl. The grasB never wanted rain in

summer more."

Hagar made no answer. She thought only of her lost child, and felt angry at tho delay which any interchange of words occasioned.

" Make haste," she said, after a few moments. " Evory minute is prooious."

And Aaron went back to his keys with some- thing very liko a sigh.

Perhaps, had Hagar known tho strength of |

Aaron's affection, she might, even "at that mo- ment, ha*,? ¡valued it moro. Aa it was, sho re- garded heMiUBband just then only as one who might bo usoful to her.

She watched bim as sho examined the keys, stamping her little foot and biting her red lip, and listened moro and more impationtly as he spoke again.

" Hogar, that brother of yours is moro than a match for you." , ,

" Don't coll him my brother," said Hagar. "There's none of my mother's blood in his

veins."

" You know who I mean," said the gip«y, " He's wary and wily-sly as a possum. He

may play dead and bo alive. While you are I plotting against him he may be plotting against

you, and make you rue any trap you sot for ' him ; that ia, if he knows about the littlo lad. j I doubt it myself."

He stooped over his keys as he made that last I assertion to hido the face which might betray ' him ; but he might bave spared the pains, for Hagar was not looking at him.

Impatient and anxious, she began to paco the floor, and only paused when Aaron arose from his knees and beckoned her.

" lVo found it/' he said.

And hastily advancing, Hagar saw the key he had fitted to the lock turn easily and noiselessly

beneath his band.

The next instant tho door stood wide open, giving a full view of Sim.'s apartment.

Tho husband and wife stood looking at each j other in silence. Hagar breathed fast; the I gipsy seemed to listen Uko a hare. Then the woman's lips carne close to his, and she whis- pered :

" I want another key. That piece of furni- ture hides every letter Sim. receives. His se- creta are there if they aro anywhere."

I It carno into Aaron's head once more, aa he

stood hesitating Cn the«threshold, that this wo- man actually had more than human knowledge of events-that no power oould hide from her whatever she sought to' know-and ho yioldod to hor mandate with a dark prosentiment that ho was sealing his own fate. Ho knew what gipsy love and gipsy bato could do, and felt as Burod that if .his part in her boy s adbuotion woro discovered, somo fearful fate awaited him.

For Sim. ho felt no pity. Ho had been his tempter, on that might-his tomptor in other evd deeds aforotimo,-and' he »felt that what- ever Hagar might soo fit to do to injuro him ho had well earned. <f An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth" is a maxim tho gipsy knows by practice if no$ by precept. ,

With Boft-Bnod feet that made no Bound on

tho thick carpot, he crossed tho room, knelt

down before the esciUoire, and did his work skil-

fully, and deftly, t Key after key .was tried in vain, but at last the right one was in the gipsy's' fingors. The'soft oliok of the lock told Hagar this, and she mot Aaron-as ho oamo softly back to hor sido with a brilliant emile. '

Thore are not many husbandB in the " first sooioty" of Christian,) communities whoso wivos*! snubs so thiill thom through and through as this of Hagar's did the tinkering, thieving gipsy. Obeying his warm impulse, ho caught hor to him and kissod hor red mouth pasBion atoly ; and sho, grateful for his sorvico, kiesod him again. ' ' l '

"There, therej" abo ¡said. "Now go. Re mcuibor to Bpoak to1' me outsido, if you speak at all, OB though I where what I look hko. Good-byo." , , i

i"Good morning, sir," said the gipsy, as he passod through the door into tho entry without.1 "It's boen a troubles orno job, but I'm glad I've suited you at last. Good mornipg, sir and' thank you.'1 v ?* '

And with his jingling keys ovor hie arm, and his tinker's furnaco at his back, plodded away behind the housemaid, who, with little faith in the general honesty of tinkers, watohed him woll out of tho house and locked the front door after him. ' » "

Bro this was accomplished Hagar was bend- ing over Sim.'a escritoire.

It was full of papers and letters-business do- cuments, receipts, memoranda, oto. Every- thing was neatly tied up and marked, and no- thing appeared whioh was in tho least mystori ous, BUVQ something Very uko a love-lottor,

whioh ouoloBed a look of red hair tiod in a true lover's knot. i j

Hagar spout at loast two hours in tho perusal of tho documents, and at last had arisen with tho belief that hor labor was in vain, when, in a little recess,' sho espied turco lotters in soiled onvelopos, directed to Mr. Simoon Blix in a coarso hand, 'and adornod by divors blots and splashes of ink. " * '

Determined to leave nothing unroad, she oponod tho first one. It oontainod only thoae

words :

" Roooivod of Mr. Blix, twonty-fivo dollars in

advonoo." ' '

Sho oponed tho Bocond.'' ' Tho words woro identically tho same, save that tho date waa ono

month lator.'

In tho third, dated only the day boforo, was tho recoipt : but it finished with those words :

"Mr. Blix, lisbali bo at Albany before you have time to sond again. I'vo got a proposition tomako,'that, considering what you Baid, will moat likely be agreoablo to you. Yours, rospoot fully, t ° ( " PETEB GINOEB."

Hagar read thom through, laid thom back in thoir nook as they had boon boforo, re-locked1 tho esoritoite, aud went baok to her own room to pondor on the ohanoos that thoso letters-or rather thoso receipts-had anything to do with Otho's disappearance, . 'l

Tho only reason slip had for thinking so waa tho fact that the dato of tho first was that of tho day on whioh horichild was stolon from hor. Tho moro BIIO thought, tho stronger hor suspi- cions giow, until at last thoy touohed very closoly on the truth, and she dooided this man, whoovor ho might bo, rooeviod monoy from Simoon for tho oonoeahnont of her ohtld.

Whon this bohof took possession of Hagar's mind, all the soft brightnoBa loft hor great blaok eyos, and thoy glittorod as though a rod ooal lay ia tho depths of, each ^-the fierce, blood-

thirsty orbs of an angorod tigress. ¡ ¡

For a whilo sho paced, hor room, as ono of thoso splendid but ferocious croaturos might hor cogo, and it was woll'that Sim. wai nob within roach of thoso beautiful brown hands, for they could willingly havo torn him limb from limb in their fury. (

At lasé, howevor, tho more orafty elements of hor gipBy nature g»ined uBoendanoy, and she bogan to consider hor plans morp coolly.

At prosont she oould provo nothing. It was all guoBS work. All sho could do was to wait until the man who had written to Sim. made his appearance. '

Thon, if she diod for it', she would overhear thoir conversation, and khow all that could bo learnt by it. Meanwhile" she i would watch crouching for her spring. ,

Thoso iwho saw the dainty, dolicato dandy wholouuged in Mis. Gurnsoy's parlor, or trifled with the viands at her tablo, for the next two wooks, would havo boon amazed could thoy havo loarnt the truth-oould thoy havo soon standing before thom tho gipsy mothor, in tho full torrent of her rage and longing. ' ;

It was well for hor, that Bho had not muoh longer to watch and wait, : . .

Ono day, whon tho boarders woro assembled in the general parlor, some one inquired for Mr. Blix.1 '? ' t

"A stout gentleman, sir," said tho girl who brought tho message; and ho saya his name is Ginger."

Sim. rose in somo trepidation.

" Show him to my room," ho said. I'll be thore duectly.'' _ . f '

And nervously tossing the end of a cigar he had just finished into the fire, walked out 0,f the parlor hastily, to piovont tho excellentV-Mri Gingor from'walking in. ,

Boforo .the creaking of feet on the staircase had died away, Mr. Johnston had saunterod from tho room also-sauntoring idly enough while eyes wero on him, but tho moment tho door had closed resuming the natural fleetnoss of the gipsy woman's atop, and actually flying up tho staircase. ' ' ''

So that Mr Blix had scarcely ushered 'his guest into his own apartment,, boforo Hagar knelt boside the koyholo of tho adjoining room, ready to watch and liston. < 'j ,

Her heart beat wildly, but sho froze horeolf into a statue, and hardly allowed hor breath to ebb and flow in her droad lest it should drown some precious word,, ' *

The first was uttered by Sim."

" Have a gloss of brandy, Mr. Ginger ?"

"Thankee air," replied that gentleman-"I don't caro if I do. Talking is dry work."

Then there WBB ft ohinking of glasses ; thon a emell of cigar smoke. Would thoy never come to businoss ? Hagar tskod herself. Or had Bbe been idiot enough to fancy Borne secret between these two when there was in reality nothing but some ordinary transaction ?

" Fine liquor this," Baid Ginger ?" " Tolerable," answered Blix.

He was in no hurry to come to the point, which ho expected ho would find to be an ad-

vance in the circus manager's demands upon |

his purse

The man himself was pondering on the proba-

bilities of success or failure. Ho had not | fathomed Mr. Blix yet. At last ho spoke :

"Surprised to see me,_I guess," ho said.

" No," said Mr. Blix j " you wrote, yon

know."

" Yes," replied the manager. " I had a mind to soy what I had to aay in that letter. But you advised caution, and caution was my motto. No black and white about it, says you, and I stuck to that. I came here on purpose to see you."

"Ah!" said Sim.

" On purpose," said the manager. " You've

paid what we agreed to reg'lar and gentlemanly

so far." '

" Yea," said Sim.

"Yes," said Mr. Ginger; "yes, of course." Then he cleared his throat. " The fact is, Mr. Blix, if you don't ohooae you needn't ever pay me another cent. I deal honest with people. I might oheat you, but I won't."

" What on earth do you mean ?" aBked Sim. Mr. Ginger coughed again.

"Aa gentleman to gentleman in his own

private apartment," he said, " what do you say

to answering one question up and down ?" |

" What is tho question ?" nskod Sim. ! Mr. Ginger oloared his (throat again, took a glass of brandy, and enid slowly : ' <

" Well, aro you fond of him ?"

" Fond of whom ?" asked Sim.

" The boy," replied Mr. Gingor.

At this Hagar trombled liko a loaf. Sho al-

most sunk beneath her excitomont.

" The boy !" Suroly hor suspicions woro cor root. She liBtonod moro intently. Sim. nu

Bworod :

" I don't caro two straws about him."

" TJion you wouldn't mind losing him ?" asked

tho manager.

Sim started to his feet.

".fs he doad P" ho asked.

"No," repliod Mr. Ginger. , 1

"J thought; that would bo too good luok,

soid Sim. '. Haa ho run away ?" '

Mr. Ginger laughed.

" No, ho hasn't run away, I hope," ho said, in a voico whioh proved that his doubts as to Sim.'s feelings woro ovor. [ " Plump and plain, I'd Uko to havo tho boy. ' It's an oxpenso to you now. It won't bo then. I can mako him usoful in the professional lino. Thore's no know- ing but I could mako a fortuno of him ; only what's the uso if you can take him away when you Uko? If you want to be rid of him just make kim over to mo ; promiso not to claim him, and moko np your mind he's dead, if vou please. Thoro, that's my buslnôSB in a' nut- shell, and if you'ro ngroeablo, say so."

Thoro waa a pause. Sim. waa considoring. At last he said slowly, ' '

" It's the bust thing, after all, I oan do with 'him. Only when it's done, it's dono. You'ro not to chango your mind and come pestering

mo about him." '

" Not I," oriod tho oirous manager, eagerly j "not I. That boy ia a card. If ho bolonga to 'mo, I can do moro with him than with tho old ost rider I havo in my company. He's a goniua of the first wator. But then bo's got a sperit of his own, and I'vo got to be ablo to havo him uu dor my thumb, you see. Woll, sir ?"

" Well," said Sim., " no moro noed to bo said. Tho matter is settled. From this minuto I don't know anything about suoh a child. You under- stand that? If you ohooso to adopt him, you oan-'t'aint my ooncorn."

Mr. Gingor burst into a loud laugh.

"You'ro a jolly ono¡ sir-you aro," ho said. " A regular jolly ono. Muoh obliged to you, sir, Hero's your good health."

There was moro ohinking of glassoB, and thon a buBtlo of doparturo. Hagar, listening, hoard

tho words :

" I must mako haste, or I sha'n't catoh tho train," from Mr. Gingor. And thon staggorod to her foot, giddy with the knowlodgo that tho first stop towards the rocovery of hor lost oblld had at last boon tukon. '

CHAPTEE XXV.

THE EDQITIVE.

THESE had boon pursuors upon Lionel's trnok -mon fierce to hunt him down, as though ho had boen somo wild boast-angry mon, who looked upon hinit boliovine ho had porpotratod

tho orimo for whioh ho had boon doomed to death as a fiend inhuman form.

The more aomo of thom remomborod his

winning smile and pleasont spoooh, the greater grow their hotrod of him as tho aroh princo of hypocrites.

1 Ho had boon in thoir vory olutohos many a timo, and hud escaped as by a miraolo. Tho travelling tinkor's dress had eorvod him woll, and now the hunted man, inuocont as ho WBB, had almost grown to believe himself guilty, so degraded waB ho by disguiso, and by the awful doom pronounood upon him,

' in overy eye that rested on him ho saw BUS pioion, in ovory voico heard its ooho. Some- timos thoro soomed no hope savo indoatb, and but for the memory of Coraldino, bo might ,ovon have takon his life into his own hands. But when this thought"aroBo-this beautiful memory of hor unfaltering trust, of her love acknowledged in his hour of groatost misery, of hor belief that his innocence would bo provon hopo whispoiod, " Live. Somo day thou shalt stand beforo thy fellow mon, innocent in thoir oyes of this murder, m thou art in those of the angels who dwell abovo-as thou art in Goriildino's." ,

, And so ho journeyed on, farther and farther from the spot moat dangerous to him-ever wèatwaVd. i

Whon tho tinkor's dross was oast asido, it was still too Boon to resumo his own. The dis- guise whioh offered itsolf to his fancy -waa that of a sailor, and for this ho oxohanged Borne of the garmontB in his bundle at a Jovr's clothing

Btoro.

It was a roliof to wash, and wear oleau linon onco moro, to fling away the clumsy tokens of a tinker's calling, and soo his own reflection in tho way-Bide brookB ho passod, no loagor bo grimed i and dusky, for Lionol Peyton, na wo must henceforth call him, waa daintily noat by naturo,'and shrunk, with almost womanish dis- gust, from soiled flesh and clothing. Yet still ho was diguisod, still a fugitive, still a man who, in MB own proper person, could never have tho legal right to nny home save tho prison coll, to any foot of ground savo the space allottod for a felon's gravo. Do what he might, wander where ho would, over his hood this truth hung by a Binglo hair, like the sharp sword which was

tho dread of Damocles. '

And now his monoy was quito gone, and ho must somehow earn his broad. Henvon only know how. For tho paltriost position ho needed some reference, and at tbo hard labor in roads and sowers to which any man of strength is welcome, he would not havo oarnod enough to keep bira from starvation ; not that his

frame was weak, but ho hod indolent, student habits, a sauntering though ologant stop, raguo ideas of what work meant, and no moro aptitude for drudgery than ono of thoso fine racers you have seen, who would como off but poorly if fastened to tho shafts of a ladon cart. O vor and ovor again ho had paused, hoping to find a safo resting place, but overy time somo new alarm had sent him on his way again.

On barns or fonetís, ,ih tbo least likely piucos ho would find fluttering that horrible postor which had BO haunted him on his journey, offering $¿000 reward for tho arrest of one Lionel Malcolm Royton, with a wood cut of his faoo at the top, and a description of his porsonal appearance, whioh Boomed to tho hunted man moro vivid than it actually was.

Once, whan worn with a long day's tramp ho stopped at a road-aide tavern for a glass of ale, and th«re the hidious thing stared at him from behind tho bar, and he fancied an old farmer who stood near it regarded him with a Buspicious glance, and asked sundry questions aa to hia journey with any but a sociable and friendly motive.

Again, when ho had found lodgings in a farm-

house, ho heard through the chinks in the wall I of his sleeping apartment, the woman of tho house talking over the horrible murder of tho tho little child, and wishing Heaven would throw the murderer in her way.

"I'd hang him myself," abo said, in her strong, masculino voice, " boforo ever ho should got away from me. What a wrotch ho must be!" and with a dread of detection which could scarcely have boen more terrible had ho indeed been guilty, Lionel Peyton had escaped from tho houso in the dead of night, rather than meet that woman's eyes in the broad light of day.

At last, in a little town called Edgoffeld, chance, for the first time favored him with an opportunity of replenishing his scanty purso.

Sauntering along tho road one bright after- noon, with tbo last penny in his purse and wretched thoughts lying'like lead within his heart, he saw, scudding over the field, only separated from this road by a low fence, an el- derly gentleman dressed in arab, woaring a broad brimmed hat, who waa uBing his plump legs to tbo best of his ability to escapo from a ferocious black bull, who was evidently beat upon tossing him. Short of wind, as fat old gentlemen often are, there was little doubt as to the end of the race, and, in all probability, tbo wearer of tho broad-brim would havo come to grief, bad not Lionel, seizing the knotted branoh which lay opportunely in his path, leaped the fence, and by a well directed attack upon the bull, afforded the old gentleman time to clamber over the bars into the road.

To osoapo himself was not so easy a matter, but 'even that was accomplished, and finally Master Bull stood roaring at his enemies on ona aide of tho fonco, while they were making their way to a rcspootful distanoo on the othor. This accomplished, the old gentloman grasped the hand of Lionel, and bogan to pour forth un- bounded protestations of thankfulnoss, to which Lionel ropliod in languago which caueed the old gentloman to rogard him oarnoatly. '

" Friond,"ho said, aftor a pauso, " thy speech is not that of a seafaring man. I doubt if thou wast bred to that calling."

Lionel blushed scarlet, but answorcdinacalin

tone:

" You aro quite right, Bir-I was not," The old gentleman nodded.

"Ayo, ayo, the samo old story,"ho said " the same old story. Every boy wants to bo a sailor, I boliovo, and I supposo thoo ran away from thy paronts, and adopted in hasto a life theo regrots at leisure."

" I cortainly havo no prosont fondness for a seafaring life," said Lionol.

" It is not tho calling for a young man of thy nppoaranco and education," said tho Quakor. " Dost thou live hereabouts P"

" I havo had no settled home," said Lionol, " since I-loft the'soa," ho added, blushing once more as the falaohood passed his lips.

" Bad, vory bad," said tho old gentleman. " Tho worst thing for a young man ; and pray has thoo dooidod on any other oalling ?"

"That is tho vory thing "whioh most troubles me," said Lionol. ' ' '

"Ayo, ayo," said the Quakor, " we must pay for our follios in thiB world. Thoo has lost the boat starling yonra of thy life at work whioh noeda only strong liinbB. Theo would havo boen on thy way to indopondenoo by this timo, most probably, had'st thou taken to sohio pro- fession. However, holp is bettor than advice, and I think that I can holp thoo. Ono good turn deserves another. How wouldst thou Uko to tbaoh ?" ' " '

"As well as anything oleo," said Lionol. " But schools aro not always to bo found, and a sailor would not be oonsidoiod the bosttoookor,

I fanoyi ovon should I meot with ono." J

"I understand-I understand," said tho Qua- kor. " But look, now, I'vo takon a fonoy to theo. Theo soo« that whito building yonder,

with an olm tree boforo tho door ?" '

" I do," said Lionol. ¡ ' >

" That is Edgoflold sohoolhouso," said tho Quaker, " and to-morrow tho oommittéb moot to aeleot a toaohor. I know tho applicants simporing Nonoy Doau, and tipsy Jaboz Grant, and one John Drow from St. Louis, who has no friends hero, I am ' suroj whon it comos to an examination thoe can eclipso thom all, and I am on tho aoinmittoo. It the place will suit thee, oomo there at nine to-morrow and try thy luok. William Phlox gives you his word it sholl bo'good. The salary is low, but thoo will board around a week at a time at each scholar's houso, and thus savo oxpoiiBos. Wiint does theo say?" < '

Lionel folt a qualm of disgust, but tho thought of tho ono solitary oont in his purso

decided bim. ' ' '

"Thank you," he said, "I shall be thora."

The Quakor smiled approvingly. | 1 " In, tho moan while," ho said, "thoo must' lodge al my houso. I will take no rofusal. Wo wostorn mom aro not aooustomod to lot our Monds ehirk our hospitality, and thoo is a fi iona

who has dono mo somo sorvioo."

1 And ho put MB hand through Lionol's arm, and fairly compelled him to oomplianco.

That night Lionel slept undor the Quakor'a roof,' tho woloorao guost of tho family, whioh oonsisted of his wife, two pretty daughters, Ruth and Hannah, and a stalwart son named Eben, and in tho morning wont np to tho old sohoolhoiuo to Btand his examination.

To a mau of his education it was suproinoly ridiouloUB, ond ho waB obliged to ohoko down many a laugh at tho quostions propounded, whilo friend Phlox sat with a quiot grin upon his faoo,iwhioh provod that ho also onjoyod the scono in whioh his protogeo took a shnro.

At last tho laroo was ovor, and tho committee dooidod in favor of oui1 hero, who had written down his signature, John Rodman.

It waa with a pang that ho once moro as- sumed a'name not his own; but nocosaity knows no law, and that whioh had boon posted ovor tho longth and, breadth of tho States was,

of course, not to bo givon unless ho dosirod to' bring dotootion upon his own hoad,

So as John Rodman, Lionol accepted tho position offered him and became tho toaohor of Edgoflold Sohool, boarding, for tho first wook, with Friend Phlox, who, with tho rest of the ooromittoe, took an occasional turn in accom- modating tbo tenohor.

It was a monotonous sort of lifo-n lifo that gave him too muoh timo to think upon tho past ; but ho did his duty and " brought on " the whito-hoadod urchins wondrously. Paronts overwholmod bim with compliments and Friond Phlox took groat credit to himsolf for his ox

oollont choice

On Sundays ho went to tho littlo churoh ; and if tho sermon was at times forgotten in a dreamy reverie, cortainly oflbrod up silant but heartfelt petitions to tho Ono who had soon fit to lay so hoavy a crOBS upon his shoulders.

What would bo not havo given to havo soon Gemldino but for one moment ; to havo boon ablo to catoh a glimpse of tho little parsonage whore his good old friends still dwolt, or to whisper one word of comfort in his niothor's ear.

( How many yours of lifo would ho not havo given to havo boon rid of that horrible ooousa tion which had sent him forth a lonely wanderer

over the faoo of tho'oarth.

Alas ! so blind are wo, that though tho moans by which ho could havo assorted his entire in- nocence woro presently flung in his way, ho had no knowledge of thom,

1 One morning, as lie made his way sohool ward,

Lionel found that ail tbo available fenoos and rooks in tho neighborhood were ndornod with postora, on whioh nppearod tbo worda !

GINCER'S MASIUOTU CIBOUB.

Daily Appoaranoo of Master Auguste Gonzalez,

the Infant Wonder of tho World.

And, a fow days aftor, saw tho tont and onolo suro of thoohcus, and hoard from within tho strains of music which always accompanied the performances of that institution.

At that vory moment littlo Otho was whirling around the ring poised tiptoo on tho baok of a woll-trained horse, smiling and kissing his hand to the ontronced spectators and ready to obey tho mandate of tho ring-master :

' "Now,"Master Augusto, show thoso ladies and gentlemen how you can leap through the pretty hoop yonder, and ride on again without the slightest interruption."

All the treasures of tho world could not havo been worth as muoh to Lionol as what ho would have scon had he entered that circus tont : but he passed'it by with a baro glance, not only on that day, but on many another-for it stood but a short distance from tho school-houso.

Goma homo at night, too, ho often hoard the farmors wives talking of tbo wonderful ohild they had takon their children to soo, and nover guessed (how should he?) that the littlo ono had anything to do with his destiny.

Ginger's Mammoth Circus remained along whilo in tho neighborhood, for Edgoflold proved appreciative i but, though some of the lady performers and all of tho goutlomon occasionally were seen in public, and though Mr. Ginger, for the sako of gaining popularity, went to Bleep in a conspicious pew of tbo village church every Sunday morning, tho youthful star of the company was kept closely within the tent, and mortal eyes were nover fixed upon him save in tho costumo in which ho performed his feats of horsemanship, or vaulted through tinselled hoops, or danced upon the tight-rope. Mr. Gingor felt fearful of making his treasure

too common.

At laBt, however, littlo Otho began to pine. His cheeks grew palo and his form thin. All the remedies administered wore of no avail, until Mademoiselle Rosina, who in private life was a married lady and had children of her own, gave Mr. Ginger a piece of her mind.

" It's fresh hair tho child wantB," she slid. " This place smells of saw-dust and gin and lamp-oil. Let him go out of doors a bit and ho'U pick up. I know what childron is, and you don't, Mr. Ginger."

The gentleman shook his bead.

" I'd lose by lattin' the public see him gratis,"

he said.

"Bothor," said the^woman. "You don't suppose great actors in the cities shut them servos up, do you? Why, I've Boen Forrest walkin' down Broadway many a timo."

"Willagee is difforènt," said tho manager. " Liko enough they'd got him to porform for 'em on their elothcs-linoB and save thoir ton cont pioooa. Boaidos I know that imp. Why he'd as Boon run away aa eat his dmnor. And then his tonguo goes so. You know ho hois a lot of higlifalutin stories about whore he's lived? and if he'd toll thom lies to the poople about town, why they'd think he'd beon kidnapped,' and I'd got -tho village about my ears, though I've been at'such spains eddioating him, and havo adopted him fair and square from one who had tho right to givo'him up.l'<

" Vory weU," aaid tho woman. " Do as you pleaso ; but you'll loso him, that's all."

" You don'tireally think so ?". said tho mana- ger, turning pole. ' >

" I do," ropliod Mademoiselle. " Besides, for the matter ol that, I'd rather tako lum out and koop him from running away or talking than see him pino so. Come, I always walk out about oight in the morning, and I'll tako him along with me. Performances don't commence untÜ'

ten, you know, and there's plenty of time. You '

won't know him in a week. < I

" Woll, if you will keep an eye on him, I can't1 objoot," aaid Mr. Gingor. " I'd liko to have his' oolor back and to soe him fatter ; oolor and fat' takoa with tho ladios of tile audience."

Madomoisollo muttorod something very liko " Ugh, you bruto !" but BIIO took good oare not to lot Mr. Gingor boar it, and felt quite happy at having gained hor point. ' "'

Evory morning after that littlo Otho had his walk, and Madomoisolle's predictions wore provod oorreot, for his checks bogan to glow and his oyos to sparkle again beforo the week

waa ovor.

'MadoinoisDllo-poor thing-had a good deal of honorable fooling about hor, and remembered Mri Gingor's interests oven whilo he was out of Bight and hoaring.

Sho novel' took Otho into the village streets, but kopt bim in tho shady lanes upon the out» Bkirts ; and the few who met him woro hardly suro that tho littlo 'fellow in a jaokot oould be ' tho auporior being in tights and spangles who had flitted boforo thom in the cirous tont.

Tho manager found no reason to regret what ho had done, and tho walks wore oontinued with- out intermission. . .

Ono day, going farthor than usual, the two,t who had grown to bo groat frionds, oamein' Bight of a low whito ' building with a sort of oupola'upon the roof, within whioh a bell was ringing.

" What's that ?" nskod Otho.

"Tho building do you moan?" askod Made moisollo. " That's a school. Should you like to go to school ?"

" No," ropliod Otho. " I hato studying." Thou ho hoaved a great sigh. " ït's nicer than riding always, whothor you Uko or not, though," he said. " I moan to run away some day.*'

" Oh, no," said Madomoisollo, in gioat haste, hor wish lo avoid anything treasonable upper- most. " I'm suro it s Bplendid to rldo and to hoar nil tho pooplo applaud you. And if you COMW run away, Mr. Gingor could easily catch you in a fow minutos, 'Taint any uso trying it. Look thorn now at tho nice littlo girls and boys going to sohool."

Thoy woro oloao by the windows now, and thoy woro vory low,'so that tho child could see into tho long school-room. Ho wont neorear and standing tiptoe on a stono whioh lay against tho wall, poopod in.

It intorostod him mightily to wntoh tho tow hoadod urchins taking theil- seats, and to hear

thoniurmur of thoir voices as thoy bogan to con '

their lessons.

Soon tho door oponod and the toaohor carno in. Ho took 1rs place at tho doBk and laid aside his

hat.

Otho began to look moro eagerly. His littlo Angora ólutohod tho Bill and his faoo was pressed against the glass.

His oyos nover movod from Lionel's foco. Could it bo his tutor P Ho askod himself the question fifty times boforo ho auaworod in the affirmative ; But at last, some turn of the hoad, somo glanoo of tho oye, convinced him, and he

oriod aloud.

'Jit is Mr Malcolm! It is Mr. Maloolm! Oh, Madomoisollo, it is Mr. Maloolm 1"

"Who is? What do you mean?" asked tho

woman,

" Tho teaohor-tho toaohor !" oriod Otho. " Oh, lot mo go to bim ! Ho will tako mo home! Lot mo go !,'

But tbo woman olutehed him tight.

"You must ask Mr. Gingor first," she aaid. " I promised not to lot you talk to folks, There oomo away."

But tho ohild clung to the sill and boat with his littlo hand upon tho pane.

" Mr. Malcolm !" ho said-" Mr Maloolm ! It's Otho! Oh, tako me homo! take me homo I" ^ . _,

Tho murmur of tho voices within drowned his, Tho shuflling of foot and scraping of stools coyorod the tap of his little fingers on the glass ; and tho clock at that moment striking nine, 'Madomoiaello began to fear tho anger of the manngor ond dragged hor charge away.

Sho waa a scout woman, but sho found the task almost boyond hor strength.

Tho oxoitomont of both whon thoy reached the tout was suoh that an explanation was necessary, and Madomoisollo gayo hor version in a manner which oausod Mr. Gingor to deolare that ho would nover lot the child out of his sight again. (

As for Otho, ho only repoated that ho had soon Mr, Malcolm, and that ho would go to him

and bo taken home.

" You havo uo right to keep ino hore," he said. " My mammy isn't coming, and I hate you all. I -will go back to tho Grange-I will! I will! I'll kill you if you keep mo! That was Mr. Peyton, and I know he U be glad to

find mo."

How glad the oluld novor know ; and, to do Mr. Gingor justico, tho true facts of the case nover presented themselves to him. Ho believed Sim.'s story, and, although tho ohild had talked so much of the Grango, only fancied it somo fino house in whioh ho had resided for a whilo.

It might bo possible, however, that there wore poople in the world who might fancy they possessed some right over the ohild-(in fact. Mr, Blix had said so)-and the teachor might bo one of thom. It was best, on the whole, to bo cautious ; and ho resolved to keep Otho within the tent during tho remainder of the Btay of the oircus company at Edgoflold.

For tho moment all his energies woro required to force the child to play his usual part in the day's performances.

[TO SB CONTINUED.]

" SOIBBBINO SOLUTION.-Mr. F. Oakley sends us the following rocipo for a soldering fluid, whioh ho says he has used for many years with auccesB !-" Two ounoes muriatio acióf, in which as much zinc is dissolved aa it will hold, to which add half an ounce sal ammoniac Clean the motal*woU and the solder will run and ad

hero to any part of tho metal to which the so- lution is applied. It will also Bolder brass and Bteel togother."

"A NEW plagno," says the Wood's Point Leader, " bos latoly made its appearance, the objoot of attack being principally beer barrels. A small specieB of beetle, of a most peculiar con- struction, arrived in myriads at tho Alpine ¡Brewery a few days ago, and set to work indus- triously for the purpose of riddling the beer barrels, Tho proboscis forms an oxoollent gim- let, with which the little insect ponetrates the hardest wood in on incredible short time, while the hinder portion is shaped Uko a shovel, and is employed in getting,rid of the saw dust. Their labors are most destructive, ,as they make a cloan hole through the staves, and somo of the full barels are leaking in fifty places. No ono hero ever heard of this inseot before, or witnessod its ravages." '

A GENTDEMAN, having built a' large house, was at a loss what to do with the rubbish. His steward advised him to havo a pit dug large enough to contain it. " And what," said the gentloman, smiling, " shall I do with the earth whioh I dig up from it?"-To whioh the steward, with gi eat gravity, replied, "Have the pit large enough to hold all."