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(;HAi'TER XV.
When, the next evening, Dr, Clifford
arrived at Brown's Hotel, he was at once
shown into the drawing -room of the
suite of apartments occupied by Mr..
Orde, and found that the expected trio
was agreeably converted into a sextette
party by the addition of Major Addison;
Deis brother-in-law, Mr. Archer North-
cote, and another gentleman of middle
age. whom the *host introduced as his
neighbor and .county member in Staf-
fordehire, Sir Arthur Channing.
"Just a nice little bachelor dinner
party of six,' said the host, pleasantly,
as dinner was announced, and they went
into the dining room. "l only regret
that we are necessarily deprived of the
pleasure of ladies' company too; but
that is quite my nephew's fault," added
he. laughing.
"Mine Uncle Will?" laughed back the
accused, opening wide a pair of glorious
dark eyes, which the doctor, sitting
opposite, thought could be tolerably dan-
gerous to creatures feminine if their
owner were so minded— or, indeed,
whether he were or not, sometimea..
"Flow is it niy fault?"
"Why. because by this time, Mr. In-
nocence, you ought to have picked up a
wife, instead of knocking about all over
the world."
"Thanks; but I prefer this said
knocking about process to fixing down.
Wives are like children—most charming
when they are other people's," said
Falconer, with such a comically wicked
glance at Frank Addison that it dis-
armed at once the slightest suspicion
of any cynical sous etendu which one or
two others xnight have ascribed to him.
Sir Arthur cried out:,
"Oh, oh! for shame!" laughing with
the others; Addison so heartily that
Clifford, quick to catch some joke, said:
"I suppose. then, Mr. St. Maur, that
you don't like children?"
Addison went off into another peal.
"Ha! ha! ha! ask me tlhat, doctor, or,
rather, my wife. rale not like children!
Oh, that's too good! *fishy, he just
adores them, and lets them do any
mortal thing with him they like. Helen,
my wife, dreads him getting into the
nut- ery, as he does sometimes—we've
three—aged four, six, and eight—eldest
a boy --and old nurse declares---"
"Frank, don't malign my character,
please; I only romp with the bonnie wee
things, I don't spoil them one bit—they
mind me"
—"Declares," continued Frank, unmov-
ed, "that there's no doing anything with
them for hours after he's gone, because
they are all agog for Ihimi to come again,
especially the youngest'
"ht's a great pet, of course, for that
reason."
"No, not for that,," said the major,
glancing across at St. Maur, whose at-
tention had just been called into a ques-
tion of foreign politics by Sir Arthur
and Mr. Orde; "it was—but I beg your
pardon, doctor."
"Pray go on, major. I am always in-
terested in children, and now, I confess,
especially so in your friend; he is a
singular study, I think, and interests me,
partly, I suppose, because his face and
himself puzzles me. I perceive a little
glimpse of its reading here, so please go
un."
"Well, you know it was simple enough
in itself, but we felt it deeply. It was
about two years ago, and we hadn't long
known him; but he happened to be it.
England then. One evening he called in
to take my wife to the Philharmonic,
but found that she was in Hertford-
shire. and not expected home till early
next morning, and. I, too, was out at a
ball. He was, therefore, departing, when
he heard the child above crying piteous-
Iy kale couldn't stand that, and the
footman says he was up two flights to
the night nursery in a jiffy; there was
nurse trying vainly to quiet wee Effie;
she had had a tumble trying to climb
the monkey, raised such a bump on her
forehead, and in fact her little head
was aching badly, and she liad cried her-
self into a fever for her mother—would-
n't lie down."
"Poor baby!" said the physician. com-
passionately. "She couldn't rest?"
"No. He took her out of her crib in-
to his arms, with her head laid on his
shoulder, and just walked slowly to and
fro, softly soothing and singing to her
—he has such a delicious voice, as you
can hear the minute he speaks. Nurse
said the chill nestled to him like a
young bird, left off wailing for `mother,'
and es long as he kept moving, was per-
fectly quiet."
"Yes," again said. the doctor, "the
strong clasp and steady movement sooth-
ed the pain and feverish. restlessness.
"Well," said Addison, with another
glance to make sure lie was not over-
heard opposite, "that fellow walked up
and down, alp and down, with our child
for five solid hours as patiently, as un-
tiring as its mother herself; nay, she
could not have done it. Then nurse tried
to persuade hits to lay Effie in bed, but
he wouldn't. Nurse might get him a
cup of tea and go to boa, but he should
not put the child out of his arms that
night. IIe didn't, either. At 7 o'clock in
the morning, when nurse reappeared,
there my lord was sitting in a low chair,
sleepless as ever, with , wee Effie fast
asleep on his breast, her tiny fingers
clutched round his; and not till she
chose to wake, free from pain, and spry
again,'would he stir. I heard it all from
nurse when I came down, for he had
gone; but he didn't escape me or my
wife, I can tell you!" concluded the ma-
jor, a trifle huskily. "We shanrt forget
it in a hurry."
"I should think not," answered Clif-
ford, warmly.
"I am no psychologist, or metaphysi-
cian, or student of human nature's com-
plex retake -up," added Frank Addison,
after a slight pause; "but I can only say
that. in my opinion, the nian who'll do.
so much for a suffering child not his own
must have a lot of good in him some-
where."
"I heartily indorse your opinion, ma-
jor," said Dr. Clifford; adding mental-
ly: "And the story quite carries out in
the broad. my observations of that face
—passion and trouble—tenderness, dan-
ger. 1'II talk to him presently; for if
Blanche—bah! I wonder if it's true that
he bets and plays high? Doesn't care
for wine, anyhow, I take note. Good
thin„ too young blod is wine enough
in itself"
At dinner, however, the conversation
had become general, polities naturally
holding good sway; and as all present
were strong Conservatives, all were
agreed more or less. Then the M. P.
naturally spoke of the adjournment for
the close at hand Derby day. But St.
Maur had no wish for these shoals just
now, for many reasons, and so, with the
ready skill of a matt of the world, he
glanced off the subject as if it were one
that personally rather bored him—which
was true—as well as one he knew Dr.
Clifford also was not interested in; and,
after a few remarks about the favorite,
and so on, he turned to the physician
and asked him. what he thought of the
German opera.
"Your niece told me you are fond of
music," he said; "and 1—well, they all
declare I am just ntusie-mad, and soak-
ed in it."
"So you are!" joined in Northcote—
himself very musical; and so the three
were soon deep in discussing that queen
of the arts, and, indeed, were still on
the entrancing subject when they ad-
journed to the drawing room and were
sipping their coffee.
""Enfin," said the doctor, at length,
aroused and perfectly charmed with his
host's nephew, "you turn out, Mr. St.
Maur, despite your modesty, to be an
accomplished musician as well as pas-
sionate devotee. You would delight Mrs.
Errington. Iiaw you, or she, either, have
managed to keep it up so, in traveling
so much, I don't know."
"Where there's a will there's a way,
doctor, isn't there?" said St. Maur,
laughing, and with his foreign shrug.
"H'm! yes; and I don't think you
are ever lacking for either will or way,
if there is truth in physiognomy," re-
torted Clifford, smiling significantly.
"A little too much, you imply. I'm
afraid I am a terribly self-willed fellow,
but I can't boast that my will has al-
ways found the way—what man or wo-
man can?"
There was an involuntary droop of the
dark, long lashes, a half sigh on the lips.
He was thinking of his wife, of his mis-
spent years and gloomy future.
"As a question of ethics," said the
doctor, lightly, "it is certainly best that
our will should not be allowed too free
sway; only the teaching can not begin
too early, or it comes hard in maturer
years."
Falconer's smile was half sad.
"Yes, very hard; the old precept
must be followed in childhood or it
Comes too late: `Optimum eligo, suave
et facile, thud faciet cousuetedo' (Choose
that course which is best; habit will
make it agreeable and easy). I' don't
know about the `suave,' though; I'm
certain I should never have though it so
at any age."
The very phrase, unconsciously or
carelessly, told that his haughty will
hind never knownearly, or any, proper
control. It was not the positive "I did
not think," but the conditional "I
should never have."
The doctor noticed that, and turned a
quiet, critical glance from the nephew
to the uncle's face—a fine face without
a line of real weakness; but still ib was
impossible for the most cursory physio-
ggomist not to sec at once that the
younger was the. dominant will and
brain -the inevitable master -spirit as
boy and man.
But before Clifford could reply, Mr.
Orde's mellow voice spoke:-
"What
poke:"What say yon, gentlemen, to a quiet
rubber or so? We are a nice little party
for cards, and some of us, as I know,
are good players."
`Ily alt means, Mr. Orde," said tile
doctor, mho was very fazed of whist, and
a very good player.
"I second the motion," said the MI. P.
The ball was rung, cards were ordered
up, and two tables set out,
"if we play whist, two will be out in
the cold," asdi Mr, Orde. "Shallwe
start some other game?"
But 5t. Maur cane to the rosette of
•the three whist -lovers.
"No, no, T,neio Will; Northoot:e and 1
Will teach each other eoarto"—a laugh
from Addison—"nod you four eau abs
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sorb yourself in whist; only don't go in
for awfully high stakes, or we two -will
have to correct your little morals.
Frank, my son, don't laugh, but pre-
pare for your game—here are the
cards."
"By Jove ! you playing preacher is too
good!" whispered Addison in his ear, as
Falconer stooped over his shoulder to
lay down the pack.
The other gave him a glance, laughed,
and turned on his sheet as Dr. Cliffords
came to the whist -table, and sat down.
"Now, you two boys," exclaimed Mr.
Orde, merrily, "go off to your ecaree.
I don't think the pair of you appreciate
whist."
"Doctor, will you be my partner?"
"With pleasure."
The game once begun, there was sil-
ence then; but at the outer table the
younger men talked in low tones as
they played; and once or twice Clifford
heard a few words from :Arthur North-
cote that showed the Derby was on the
tapir, passingly, at any rate. "King-
fisher again, you think," came; then
presently, "Oh, yes, if you back him I'll
take it—only you remember what Tom
Duke said—" The, rest was quite low;
but the doctor's g'aure saw St. Maur
shrug his. shoulder wtt. a contemptu-
ous smile, that sea plainly, "I don't
care, my dear fi:lloe,."
A. minute later it was evident that the
game was ended, and St. Maur the win-
ner, for the cards went down, and
Northcote pushed something very like
gold over the table, eayiug, with a
laugh:
"You're such a clever hand and cool
head always."
"Yet you had the game, my dear fel-
low, a minute back," said the other.
`How?"
"Why, when you expected to make the
vole, you should have changed your
suit, yet again; you did rot, and, of
course, I trumped you, Your revenge?"
"Not now—thanks. Let's see how the
whisters arc getting ou."
The pair rola and sauntered to the
other table, looking on quietly till the
game ended in the winning of Mr. Orde
and his partner. Then there was an in-
terval of chat, and then the host pro-
posed vingt-un, as all could join itt ht.
"Now," thought the doctor, "I've a
chance to see you at close quarters, uty
handsome friend, and get some idea from
your play how far what I have heard
said is true.' '
The fatuous "Colonel Pontpley was
grand, but Mrs, l'ompley was grander,"
of Bulwer's "My Novel," might have
here been well paraphrased. Roland
Clifford was keen, but Falconer St. Maur
was keener, and very much so. Ile was
perfectly aware that Blanche's uncle was
quietly takiug stock of him, as the rant
phrase goes; and, whilst secretly amused,
ne was, for his own reasons, thoroughly
on Itis guard. At the game he had simply
to play as lie always did—cairn, cool,
graceful, whatever the inward excite -
menu might be. Much to tete envy of his
companions, he played with exactly the
right amount of well-bred interest to be
the perfection of good form, skillful, au
fait evidently, but gaining or losing ad-
vantages with equal equanimity, mid
nothing of the apathy of the gamester,
whose interest is gime if the stakes are
not high. Nor, in truth, did St. 3mur
come within even measurable distance of
so dark dyad a e tut g al's a; that which
includes the prof 'sslenttl gamester. 'iters
are as many degi rs in sin and vice as
n goodnras, awl 1'akoner only, as t
Vilefeellea
q�r remedy known for sunburn,
fin
heat, rashes, eczema,
s !,r'e feet), stml+ags anti
blisters. A Skin food a
All Dr•upplals and Stam, -,o0., r
etel
were, just touched • within the pale of
being u gambler•—no more. Clifford, In
fact, saw the man, broadly speaking, as
lie was; Isere he took up or Banded over
ehititngs exactly as he slid geld, by fifties,
or hundreds, or more, in the stnall hours
at the Fawley or Madame Rueonier•'e
eletalit sane.
A couple of games were played, and
by that time it was near twelve, -and Sir
Arthur Cbanning's carriage was an-
nounced, so the pleasant little party
broke up. The M. P. lived in Bayswater,
and courteously offered to land Dr. Clif-
ford en chentin at hie own door.
Addison departed in peace in a han-
•sorn, and St, Maur and Areher left on
foot. Outside, both instinctively paused
and looked at each other.
' "It's absurdly early to turn in," said
the elder, with a half eau;fit; "came for
an hour to the Fa— No, by Jove!" he
broke off, abruptly; "It's a shame to
tempt you into such folly. Go home and
dream of the fair one," he added, laying
his delicate ]land on theother's shoulder,
with a changed manner, as the remember-
ed that rosebud hidden in his breast. "I
should not play to-night,•only look on.'
"Not play—you?" said Archer, in sur-
prise; "why not? Let sic be your bank-
er—pardon me the liberty.'
The blood touched Falconer's cheek,
but not for that. -
"No, dear boy -thanks," be said, gent-
ly. "I have no need of it; I'm not in
the mood. Suppose we take a eigar in
Piccadilly, and then turn in like good
boys—for once on my part. I won't cor-
rupt your inorais to -night at the Faw-
ley.'
And be did not. When, not ntuell
over an hour later, Christine's husband
slept, a soft smile hovered on the lips on
which her kiss lay, never to leave then.
CHAPTER XVI.
"Krell, father, now did you enjoy your
evening?" acketi Mimie, the next morn-
ing e.t breakfast.
"Immensely, my love, thank you." an-
swered the doctor, heartily. "1 found
other guests to add to the suffltih'ntly
attractive company of Mr. Ord;and St.
Maur; Major Addison, young Northcote,
and Sir Arthur Channing—six of us --
nice, cultivated men, who have ant some-
thing to say, and can say it well. Then
after dinner cards were brought into the
drawing -room, and four of us had a cap-
ital game or two at whist, while the two
younger men played ecarte; then we all
played at vnigt-un, and talked. Chan-
ning drove ne up here."
"When does Mr. Orde leave London?"
asked Airs. Errington; "he said soon,
the other night, at Kene.ington:
"Yes, he leaves on Monday morning.
Sir Arthur asked him if he would not
stop over the Derby, only two days, but
he said no; he had cern it in his day,
and his miners were in rather a di turb-
t.d state, so he was wanted."
"Oh! Uncle Rolo, do take us to the
Derby!" exclaimed Blanche, eagerly;
'rye want to go so awfully!"
"Who are. 'we'?" said the doctor, cum
icaliy; "not you, Mitnie-oh, no!"
:1limie laughed saucily.
"Blancher, you goose, to waste fires He
means to be good, gooder, guodeet,
doesn't he, Mrs. Errington?"
"Alt! but would you like to go too, my
dear?" said 1)r. Clifford, abruptly, ad-
dressing ('hristine; "you said one: you
were tired of races."
The wife's heart leaned "yes," bat site
knew that her husband would be at this
one, and that she might see hien.
"I should like to go, doctor; it is al-
ways a bright scene."
"Then we'll go. I meant them to go—
they in the open carriage—and as you
are such a rider, you and 1 will escort
thein on horseback: and Pakies shall
attend us, in case we like to drive back."
"Oh, 1 shall not, doctor, thanks, I
know."
"You—you're like a Pampa Indian, or
an Arab, once nxuanted. Well, I may
perhaps drive back; only mind, girls, we
leave before the rabble stirs."
"Oh, yes, of course, uncle. But we
ought to wear somebody's colors,
oughtn't we?"
Aa. no one here, I hope, is interested
in the horses, my dear, I don't see the
necessity"
"Oh, but we must know somebody who
is!' exclaimed Blanche. "What is the
favorite?'
"Well, I did hear young Northeote and
St. Maur mention it last night, as if
the latter had backed him, but I can't
remember the name,"
"Th.e Derby favorite," said Falconer's
wife, quietly, "is, I see by this paper, the
saute horse that won the Two Thousand
at Newmarket. -»-Kingfisher"
"That's the uanxe. Who owns him,
them?„
She laughed.
"You credit me with sporting knows..
edge, Doctor Clifford, but 1 believe that
Kingfisher is owned by Lord l3altmere,
and is to be ridden by the jockey Tom
Dols e"
"-1h! yes, that too is a name one of
them mentioned. Now, my dear, piease
come into the library, if you ean, and
ait'wer inc it few letters"
Christine followed hien at ranee to the
library, and sat down at the writing -
table, on whi, h lay several letters.
"1. b eve merleed each with its ::newer --
in substance, rs WWI]," said flaiana Ciif-
turd; "they won't hal:a you long.'
"My dear doctor, my time is yeure, hs
is n ht?" said Christine, arutiling, as she
took up a lela.'r.
Ito :,reap): his hind a zittl,r, but inst,nd
of taking a book, or the returning paper,
usual, while She write, ha began pac-
ing up and dawn with his betide behind
h1iu, and Itis brow meditatively bent—
Sure sign that something. was in bis
mind, site knew; and somehow or other,
perhaps simply from the ever -distant
apprehension that b'longad to her pain-
lul position, a sickening dread went
through her that h'r ltusbencl was the
object of his thoughts, end of something
he "rant to say. Poor heart, how it
ached l• "`flt1gf'
"•1 wanted to speak to you," he began,
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at last, in his abrupt way, and paused
near her, "about--"
She hent lower to sign the letter that
danced before her eyes.
"Pardon—that is done! Yes—about
"Mr. St. Maur" said the doctor.
Mrs. Errie e•ton leaned back in the deep
reading-chair,`tnd looked at hum with the
slightest lifting of the straight brow;.
the very imminence of the peril gave
her an absolute self-mastery. Under his
keen eyes the quiver of lip or eyelid, the
tremor of a finger, or a streak of color
tthio ng.
the cheek, would have betrayed some -
"Yes," she said; "what about him?"
"I should like to know what you
think of hint, Mrs. Errington, before I
decide whether to encourage or dinette -
age his acquaintance."
The woman's quick wit instantly saw
the narrow bridge over the gulf that had
opened before her. She asked, gently:
"Nay, dear Doctor Clifford, are yet
not putting a very heavy responsibiiite
on me —for, of course, you are thinkini
of the girls..
(To be continued.)
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Au unusual sight was seen by reside
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We are inclined`orejoice at the good!
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