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ME MISTRESS OP 11,TOBIO1D HOITSE•
*VALID OF WRONG- AND RISSIOlittiB,
By ;Mrs. MAY AGES FLEXING,
Author of Lost For u Womn Mama
one, Secret'', Atte, Etc.
promised to return between twelve and
one, but ono passed and 110 oame not ;
two, and ho was absent still; three, and
in her burning impatience she was about
to throw on her hat and shawl and
hasten out in search of news, when the
door was flung open, and Mr. Leonard,
flushed, and panting, and perspiring,
rushed in.
"Hurrah, you've done it you've dono
it 1 you've got tho prize, Miss Randall!
Hagar's electrifying the whole of 'om
and got herself to the top of the tree.
If Abraham was around ho'd feel pretty
cheap just now, to see the fuss they're
making about her. I know you would
got it, Miss Randall 1 Let me congratu-
late you I Hurrah!"
And Mr. Leonard, in his delight,
waved his hat and gave a cheer that
sent the widow shrieking into the room
to sae what was the matter, And there
sho found. Mr. Leonard grasping Georgia
by both hands and shaking them with
o zeal and vehemence quito startling,
while Georgia herself, forgetting every-
thing, oven her success, in her sense of
the ludicrous, was laughing until her
cheeks wore crimson.
"Quite true, I assure you, Mise Ran.
doll 1 true, every -word of it, ma'am,"
said Mr, Leonard, with delighted im-
petuosity, turning to the startled widow.
"Upon my life, it is 1 Why, what a
genius you aro 1 ain't you, Miss Randall?
Bless my soul, what a fuss they aro
making about that picture of yours!
'Who's tho artist? Who's the painter?'
that's the my from them all. 'Does
any one know the artist 2' says ono fel-
low, a chap with as much hair on his face
as on a Chimpanzee monkey ; a great
artist he is, and a stunning big wig
among them, it seems. 'Tho picture's
quite wonderful, quite wonderful,' says
ho, 'would not disgrace Raphael him.
solf."Yes, sir,' says I stepping for-
ward, 'I know the artist; I placed that
picture there; there are the initials of
the artist's name,' says I, pointing to
them on the back, 'G. R. D. W.' By
the way, Miss Randall, that string of
letters are not your initials, though, as
you told me to say so, of course I did it.
'Why is he not here?' sing out half a
dozen voices together, while some
thousands of eyes turned eagerly on mo.
'How do you know it's a ho?' says I.
'The artist's not a man at all, but a
young lady.' Well, would you believe
it, they fairly laughed at the notion at
first, wouldn't be convinced at any price;
but when they found I really and truly
had. brought it there, and knew all
about it, they had to believe, and won-
derful was their astonishment to behold,
I assure you. 'A. lady paint that!' said
the head whiskerando I spoke of before,
staring at Hagar. 1 never heard of
suoh a thing. One thing is certain, she
either was not in her right mind, or was
the reverse of happy when she did it.'
'As to being in her right mind,' says I,
rather nettled, 'it would be well for
some of you chaps if you had as much
sense ; and as for being happy, I should
think she would be a good deal happier
than you all who have lost the prize.'
Well, some of them looked at one an-
other, and made the remark 'Te, he
at that ; and the disappointed artists
scowled at me in that shocking -way that
second and third-class villains do on the
stage, and walked off muttering curses
'not loud but deep' at me, and you, and
the judges, and Hagar herself, 1 have
no doubt, came in for a share. But the
upshot of the whole matter is that you
are to got tho prize, and be enrolled
among the brotherhood as a first.olass
artist, and go to a meeting of the holy
fraternity of painters to -morrow along
with me, and be looked at and let the
world know the artist of 'Hagar in the
Wilderness.' I left about five score of
people sketching it whon I came away,
and there won't be a magazine from
Maine to Alaska this day month that
won't have a steel engraving of it, and
you, too, or my name's not John Peter
Leonard. Bless me I won't the girls and
Mrs. L. be astoniahed. To think we
should have a genius in the house and I
should never know it; though, to bo
sure, I did think there was soraothing
extraordinary about you from the first
time I saw you. Well, well, well! won-
ders never cease."
Georgia Siniled, but her cheek was
flushed and her eye flashing with
triumph. Never bad she looked so
beautiful before, and the old gentleman
gazed at her with profound admiration
as she stood like a triumphant young
queen before Inm.
"You are right, Mr. Leonard, 'wonders
never will Mase. Somo day, very
shortly, I intend to give you a still
greater surprise."
"Eh—how-;--what is it t" Said the old
man, puzzled by her radiant face.
"Never mind, sir. You shall know in
good time. To,morrow I will go with
you to receive my reward of Merit. I
have never got ono since 1 bit school,
but I don't know but that I rather like
the idea after all."
As she spoke the door was opened,
an the widow re-entered.
"Well 2" egad Georgia, inquiringly.
"There are two gentlemen in the next
room who want to see you, if yeti please,"
she amid.,
"To see me 1" sold Georgia, in stir.
"Yes'in ; they asked for MissRaisdall."
Georgia's heart thibbbed, and her
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aolor oame and wont. A sudden faint. poking round tho world till doomsday
AM seized her, and sho sank into0 and not found one another. If I don't
their. deserve a service of tin plate, I shall
"Why, bless ray heart! what'll the feel obliged to you to lot mo know who
matter 2" said Mr. Leenarel, in surnrize does.
"Land of life and Wagged premise I"
exclaimed Mr. Leonard, who had origin-
ally come from "away down Bast," and
when excited always; broke out into the
expletives of his boyhood, "Low did you
do it? Do tell, Curtis?'
"Well, you see," began. Mr. Curtis,
With the air of ono entering into an ab.
struse narrative, "Randall—his name's
Darrell, but that's neither here nor
there; 'what's in a name,' as that nice
man, Mr. Shakespeare says, or, rather,
as he makes Miss Juliet 00,pulet say
when speaking of young Mr, R. Mon-
tague, her beau. Randall, as I was say.
ing got hold of a picture of little Emily
—I moan Miss Murray, a friend of 1111110
—(ITSIVR by Mrs. Wildair there, while
residing in your house and doing the
governess dodge under the name of Ran-
dall too, which turns out to he a family
name after all, and ono day ho accident.
ally showed it to mo, and if I didn't
it. jump six foot when I saw it, then call
me a fiat, that's all. Of course, I asked
him no end of questions and found out
where ho got it, and then it was all as
clear to me as a hole in a ladder, and I
knew in a twinkling who 'Miss Randall'
was. So we tore along here like a couple
of forty.horso-power cornets, and, after
gleefully. a whole day of most awful bother, wo
found out where she was. And hero wo
came, and here we found her, and so, no
more at present from yours respectfully,
Dick Gin.iis." And Mr. Curtis made a
Point of holding out an imaginary dress,
like an old lady in a minuet, and cour-
tesied profoundly to the companyaround, around.
"My dear Miss Ran—I mean my dearMrs.
Mrs. Wildair, allow mo to congratulate
you," said M. Leonard, his face all in
a glow of delight as ho shook her warm-
ly by the hand, "upon my life, I never
was so glad in all my days. Good
gracious! to think you should turn out
to bo such a grand lady after serving as
governess in our— Woll, well, wain
And that you should find your brother
tho same day you took the prize for tho
best picture in the Academy of Art.
G -o -o -d gracious I" said Mr. Leonard,
with a perfect shake on the word.
"What! Georgia taken the prize? It
can't bo possible that you are the suc-
cessful candidate whose wonderful pic-
ture everybody is talking about 2" ex-
claimed her brother, whose turn it was
now to be astonished.
"Mr. Leonard says so," said she, smil-
ing.
"Oh, Jupiter I" ojeculated Mr. Curtis,
thrusting his hands into his pockets and
uttering a long, low whistle, indicative
of an unlimited amount of amazement,
"and you really and trulypainted 'Hagar
in tho 'Wilderness ?' "
"Yes, I really and truly did," smiled
Georgia.
"Well," said Mr. Curtis, in et tone of
resignation, "all I have to say is that
nothing will surprise me after this. And
that reminds me, I've quite forgotten an
engagement down town, andinust be off.
Randall, don't you come. I know you
have lots of things to say to your sister.
Mr. Leonard, you have an engagement,
too—don't say no—I'm sure you have—
come along. By -by, Randall, old fellow;
good.day, Mrs. Wildair. Pll drop in
again in the coarse of the evening. Now,
Mr. Leonard, off we go I" and Mr. Curtis
put his arm through Mr. Leonard's and
fairly dragged him away.
"And so instead of a poor unknown
governess, I have found in my sister one
with whose fame the whole city is al-
ready ringing," said Mr. Randall, whon
they wore alone, as he looked proudly
and fondly in her beautiful face. "Dear
Georgia, how famous you are."
"it can't bo the artists, you know, be.
cause they don't know your name or
address. What does ail you, Miss Ran.
dell ?"
"Show therein here. I will sco them,"
isaid Georgia, faintly, raising her head
and laying her hand on her heart to
still its tt1)30111t11011B throbbings.
Georgia's hour had come.
The door opened, and Georgia rose to
box feet, deadly pale, with many, emo.
tions, ao Dick Curtis and Mr. Randall
entered.
"1 was right—it is she I" cried Mr.
Curtis, joyfully, as ho sprang forward
and. caught both hor hands in his.
"Huzza I Oh, Mrs. Wilehdr, Mrs. Wild -
air to think I should ever see you
again 1" said Dick, fairly ready to ory.
"Mrs. Wildair I Why, what the—"
Mr. Leonard, in his astonishment,
made use of an improper word, reader,
so you will excuse mo for not repeating
My dear Mr. Curtis, I am truly glad
to see you again," said Georgia, in a
faltering voice—"more rejoiced than I
have words to say,"
"And this gentleman I rli bet you a
dollar, now, you'll say you don't know
him " said Mr. Curtis, rubbing his hands
Not uuo, sir," said Georgia, taking a
stop forward and looking up in the pale,
agitated faro of Mr. Randall, Mary feat.
ure of which was familiar to her now.
"My dear, my long lost brother 1 My
dearest Warren I" And with a groat
cry sho sprang forward and was looked
in her brother's arms.
"Georgia 1 Georgia 1 my sister I" was
all he could say, as ho strained her to
his breast, and tears, which did honor
to his manly hoart, dropped on her
bowed head.
"Huzza I hip, hip, hurrah 1 it's all
right now 1" shouted Mr. Curtis, as he
flourished round the room in a frantic
extempore waltz of most intense de.
light, and then, in the exuberance of
his joy, he seized hold of the astounded
Mr. Leonard and fairly hugged him in
his ecstasy.
"Help 1 help! murder I fire 1" yelled
Mr. Leonard, struggling frantically in
what he supposed to be the grasp of a
maniac.
"There I take it easy, old gentleman I"
said Mr. Curtis, releasing him, and
cutting a pigeon's wing. "Tol-de-rol-
de-riddle-lol 1 Don't raise such an awful
row! Ain't there a pidkre to look at,
my hearty? Hurrah I Oh, how happy
I feel 1 And to think that I should
have been the means Of bringing them
together—I, Dick Curtis, that never did
anything right before in my life I Good
gracious 1 Tol-de-rol— Hello? Where
are you going so fast, old gent 2"
iVir. Leonard, the moment he found
himself free, bad seized his hat, and
was about to decamp, in the full feeling
that a lunatic asylum had broken loose
somewhere, when Georgia, looking up,
espied him, and said :
"Mr. Leonard, don't go. My best
friend must stay and share in my joy
this happy day. Can you guess who
this is 2" she said, laying her hand
fondly on hor brother's shoulder, and
looking up in bis face, with a smile
shining through her tears.
"Guess," said Mr. Leonard, testily—
"I don't need to gneiss, young lady. I
know well enough it's young Randall,
and I must say, although he is a name-
sake ofyours, it doesn't look well to see
you flying into his arms and hugging
him in that manner the moment he
comes into the house, No more does it
look well for Dick Curtis to take hold of
me like a bear, and dislocate every rib I
have in the world, as he has done."
"No, I haven't, Mn. Leonard," inter-
ruptod Dick; "there's Mrs. Leonard,
your chief rib—I haven't dislocated her,
have I?"
Mr. Leonard's look of deepest disgust
was so irresistible that Dick broke off
and burst into a fit of immoderate laugh-
ter, snapping his lingers and throwing
his body into all aorta or contortions of
delight, and his example proving con-
tagious, both Mr. Randall and Georgia,
followed it, and all three laughed with-
out being able to atop for nearly five
ininutosoluring which Mr. Leonard stood,
hat in hand, looking from one to the
other, with a look of solemn dismay un-
speakably ridiculous.
"Do not be shocked, Mr. Leonard,"
said Georgie, as soon as she could speak
for laughter, "though really you are not
BO without cause. Did I not tell you I
would surprise you oftener than you
thought? Mr. Randall is my own, my
only, my long lost brother."
"Her brother! Oh, ginger I" muttered
Mr. Leonard, completely bewildered. "I
might have known two such geniuses
must be related to one another."
"For all you have kindly done for my
sister, Mr. Leonard, accept my thanks,"
said Mr. Randall, as he came forward,
with a smile, and shook him heartily by
the hand.
"Well, what a go this is, anyway 1" said
Kr. Curtis, raeditatively. "Only to think
if it! And all through ine—or, rather,
through little Emily's picture 1 Why, it's
wonderful! downright wonderful I—ain't
It, Mrs. Wildair?"
"Mrs. *Midair I" exclaimed Mr. Leon-
ard, looking from Dick to Georgia with
wide-open eyes. Then, as a. sudden light
broke in upon him, "Why, Heaven blase
my soul I" he eiaoulated. "Sum enough,
they told me Randall'e sister was Wild.
air's wife—the one that ran away. Great
Jahosaphittt to think the should turn up
again in such a remarkably funny wey,
and should prova to be our Miss Randall!
CHAPTER XXIII.
OVER VIII NVORLD.
"They stood apart,
Like rooks which have been rent asunder,
A dreary sea now flows between,
But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder,
Shall wholly do Away, I ween,
The works of that which once hath been,"
OCILIMIDGE.
"Oh, Warren, what is fame compared
to what I have found to -day 2" sho said,
sweetly. "What is fame, and wealth,
and all worldly honors compared to a
brother's love? But one thing more
is needed now to make me perfectly
happy."
"I know what you mean, Georgia—
your husband. Is it possible you care
for him still, after all he has made you
suffer 2"
She looked up in his face, and he was
answered.
"Then, for your sake, 1 am sorry he
has gone," he said, slowly.
"Gone 2" she repeated, with a paling
cheek. "Gone where ?"
"To France, on some important mis-
sion from government that no one can
fulfill so well as himself, and I have
not the faintest idea of when he will re-
turn."
"Now that I have toldyou all that has
befallen me," said Georgia, some half an
hour later that same afternoon, as
brother and sister sat side by side by
the window, "I want to her your adven-
bures and 'hair -breadth 'sompest by flood
mud field' since that sad night, long ago,
when wo parted last."
"I fear you are doomed to be disap-
pointed, then, if you expect any such
things from mo," said hot' brother, smil-
ing. "My life has been one of most in-
glorious safety so far, and.' nevor had a
hair.breadth escape of any kind since I
was born."
"How strange it is that 1 could never
believe you dead," said Georgia, musing.
y. "Mies &SWAM, too, tO MO her own
I've a good mind to swear 1—upon my Ivordg, constantly averred that you had
life, I have 1" 'got taken m sotnewberes,' and never
"And all through me, toe, Mt. Leon- would hear for a moment that you had
ard,' said Mr. Curtis, exultingly; "if it perished in the storm."
hadn't boon for me they might have gone, "Well, Miss Jorrisha was right," said
arren, "thougli really 1 need not thank
her for it, as .1 am C11140 Costain, fro.
vour doseri tion, that oho is tho old lady
that burned mo out that same night,
However, I forgive her for that, mildews
her a long debt of gratitude besides, for
all she has done for you. Yon remember,
of course, Georgia, the company we used
to act with ?"
"Yes, perfectly. Don't I remember my
own performances on the tight.rope and
onliorsoback as the 'Flying Circassian?"
sho said, smiling.
"Well, when the old lady turned me
off that night, I never felt more like do.
spairing in all my life. Iwas wretchedly
olad—if you don't remember it, I do—
and it was bitterly cold, Still I would
not go back without help of some kind
so 1 staggered on and on through the
blinding storm, until at last, benumbed
and helpless, I sank down on the frozen
ground, as I thought, never to rise
again."
"Poor little fellow I" said Georgia,
sadly, in whose mind the image or the
slight, delicate boy ho was than rose
uppermost.
Warren laughed at the epithet, applied
to one who stood six feet without his
boots, and went on :
'I suppose I had fallen into that sort
of stupor which precedes froozing tc
death, and was unconscious; but whon
next I awoke to the realities of this ex-
ceedingly real world, I was in bed in a
meanly furnished room, and the face 1
behold was thet of Betsey Stubbs. Dc
you remember Betsey Stubbs, Georgia—
the one who used to figure on tho bilit
as Eugenia Do Lacy ?''
"And always played the artless little
girl, although she was thirty years old,"
said Georgia, laughing. "Oh, I romans.
ber her."
"Well, there she was, and there I wax
with hor, and with the company again.
It turned out that two of the mon wore
passing along tho road, returning to the
village—what do you call it ?—Burnfiold
and stumbled over me, lying stiff and
noarly frozen on the road. They knew
mo immediately, and carried me off tc
where the rest of them wore; and if
was resolved they should decamp with
me, for that old tyrant of a manages
thought it too much of et good thing tc
lose three at once. So, in spite of my
tears, and cries, and struggles, and
entreaties, I was forcibly carried off a
little after midnight, whon the storm
cleared away, and brought back to the
oity.
"Well, Georgia,for nearly another yam
I remained at our old busineso, and -with
the old set, too closely watched to think
of escaping, and to escape from them was
now the sole aim of my life. The oppor.
tunityso long sought for came at last
One night a chance presented itself, and
I was off; and fickle fortune, as if tired ol
making me a mark to poke fun at, came
to my aid, and I made good my escape
from my Jealous guardians. For hours
I wandered about through the city,
until at last, worn out and exhausted, 1
curled myself up on the marble door-
steps of an aristocratic mansion, and
fell fast asleep.
"A hand grasping my, shoulder and
shaking me roughly awoke me after a
time, and as I started up, I heard a gruff
voice saying :
'Hallo 1 you little vagrant, what are
you doing here?'
"I rubbed my, eyes and looked up. An
old gentleman, who had just alighted
from a carriage, stood over me, with no
very amiable expression of conntenanco,
shaking me as if he would shake a reply
out of me by main form.
'.1 stammered out soinething—I don't
know what—and terrified lest he should
give me into the bands of a policeman,
I tried to break away from him and fly;
but the old gentleman held on like grim
death, and seemed nob to have the
slightest intention of parting with me
so easily.
"'You're a pickpocket, ain't you?'
said he, sharply.
No,
,
sir said I, half.angrily, and
ni
looking him in the face, am not.
"'Then what brought you here,' per.
slated he, 'if you were not a juvenile
thief ?'
" 'I was tired, sir,' said I, 'and I sat
down here to rest, and so fell asleep.'
"The old gentleman kept his sharp
eyes fixed on me as if he would read me
through, with a strange look of half.
recognition on his face.
I "Please let me go, sir,said', again
struggling to get free.
"'What's your name, boy'?' said the
'
old man without heeding me in the
slightest degree.
"Warren Randall Darrell,' replied L
"As if he had been struck, tho old
man loosened his hold and recoiled; and
1, seizing the opportunity, darted off,
but only to find myself in the grasp of
a servant who stood holding the horses,
" 'Not so fast, my little shaver,' said
he, grinning; 'just you wait till Mr,
Randall's dono with you.'
'"Mr. Randall!' repeated 1, and in.
stantly a sort of conviction flashed
across my mind that he might be my
grandfather,
'At tho seine instant the old man ap.
preached me, and catching me by the
arm, gazed long and steadily into my
face, plainly revealed by. the light of a
streot.lanip. I looked up in his agitated
/ace quite as unflinchingly, and so }ve
stood for noarly five minutes, to the
groat bewilderment of the coachman,
who stared first at one then at the
other, as if he thought wo had both lost
our senaos.
"Tell me' ' said the old man, after a
'
pause 'whatwas your mother's maiden
name?
" 'Alice Randall,' said I, my suspicion
becoming certainty; 'and you aro my
grandfather.'
"'What he exclaimed, with a start.
'Do you know mo ? Who told you 1
was
" 'No one,' said I, 'but I think so. My
grantlfathor's mine is Warren Randall,
and that is the tame on your door-plato
there. I was called aftor hira.'
You aro right,' said be, 111 au
agitated voice, 'I am your grandMth cr. g
My poor Alice! You have her
boy—the same eyes that once made Ole 1*.
light of my home. Where—tell 100
ct-
wiiooe she 1S now?'
'I don't know,' said I, half -sobbing,
'She's dead, I'm afraid — she ELO(I
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Georgia.'
'Nlio is Georgia?'
"'My sister.' i—÷0
"And your father ?' he sold, with a
darkening brow.
'"Is dead, too ; has been dead this
long, long time.'
so you are an orphan, and peor,
and friendless,' ho Said, speaking as
much to himself AS to mo. 'Poor boy
poor little fellow I Warren, will yon
conic and live with rue — with your CD
grandfather ?'
"I thought for a moment, and then CD,
shook my head.
"No,' said 1, can't. I must find P ti
my mother and Georgia.' C+
"Whore are they 2' ho said, eagerly.
'I thought you told mo they wore dead.'
"'1 said I didn't know, and I don't.
They may be dead, for it is over a year
since I saw them last. I was carried
away from them by force, and now I am
going to mole for them.'
"
You 1' said bo. 'How can a little
friendless boy like you find them? No,
,no, Warren, stay with me, and let inc
search for your mother. Imay succeed,
c+
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but you will starve era you find them, CD 1---i
or bo put in prison. Warren, you will
stay 2' " .,.
"And you did 2" said Georgia.
'And 1 did. I answered that what
ho said was true, and that he was far
more likely to succeed than I was, That P --' 1
night I slept in a princely home, with ;
servants to cooio at my call—with every 0 i....1 3 1,...3
luxury to therm every sense mound me.
Was not that a sudden change, Georgia, Cf W h -rt
from the miserable quarters of the glp 1....., ..--
'Yes, indeed," said Georgia. "And CP 02 a)
players 2"
what change did it raake in yon? Did
affluence spoil you 2"
CD
"Di might have, if I had staid long
ermugh there " said \\Terrell, ensiling,
0 0 0
"for I, with all my perfections—and li 1— It CD
you want a list of them just ask Miss
Felice Leonard—am not infallible. I L __,,.. CD CI--
him thou, but I have since thought that,
keep MO all to hiraself, and make me
his retnrn he told me that both my mo-
ther and sister were dead. I believed
finding, you provided for, he wished to
his sole heir.
and, though I grieved for awhile, the L) CD C..).4
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pa,
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,...., 1.....,
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gave him my history, and he despatched [....,./,
a trusty messenger to Burnlield,and upon ;
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novelty of everything around me kept I (1)
ray mind from dwelling mueh on ray be- • I-1 CD
reavement. My grandfather told me he
intended to send me to school, and, C± &-
when lie died, make me his sole heir, on
condition that that I would drop the
detested name of Darrell and take his. ekt) Ct.
Not being very particular about the e- 0
matter, I readily consented, and two
months afterwards I was sent to old
Tale, whore he himself had been edu-
cated, there to be trained in the way I
should go.
Well, Georgia, I reraained there four
"I had so long thought, Georgia, that
you and my mother were dead that the
revelation did not take me by surprise,
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years, and won golden opinions from the
g
recalled nit at last. 1 hurried back to p..
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big wigs of the institution, and delighted
tho heart of my kind old grandfather
by my progress in the arts and sciences.
A letter announcing his sudden death
New York in time to follow him to the
grave, and, when the will was read, I
found myself sole heir to his almost
princely wealth.
"Then I went to Europe and Asia, and 02
BMW all the sights, from the pyramids of 34JW
Egypt down, and wrote a book about my
travels, as every one does now who goes 0 Hz
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that my sister, who was dead, comes to
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happy for over after,' " said Georgia, 0 CD 1--)
smiling, "only, perhaps, it would not be 1j1-1 i cc)
strictly correct. And now that you have
found your sister, what do you mean to
do with her 2"
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tune on her. That, Madam Wildair, is
my unchangeable intention."
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hear of such a thing 1" said Georgia, _
vehemently.
"Well, if you will exouse me for say-
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you will or not—I shall do it. Not a
word now, Mistress Georgia; you will s/ -- 0
find that you will have to obey your
brother, sinee you have found him, and
do for the future exactly as he tells you. k•-, .,,
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shall never go back penniless to her hus- .....* 00
band," he said, proudly; "he shall find 1....-1
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Not a word about it now," lie said,
putting his fingers over her lips; "to.
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ing his hand. "Until I meet Richmond
again, I intend to keep my ixeognito.
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but X really with it. No one yet knows LIIIIINd Ct" 0-I
ray smut but Mt. Curtis, Mr. Leonard,
and Itichroond's brother, and if I wish.
it they will still keep it a secret. Let ti• z CD
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