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"No, no; it's all right," said Arthur,
with a calmness which surprised him-
self. "So your name is Vancourt?"
Jack nodded.
"Yes," he said hoarsely, weakness
setting in after the excitement. "It's
a good old name. The Sir Richard
that died and left his money to Esth
er was a kind of cousin of mine. 1
never saw him or any of his people;
we were too poor and proud to claim
his acquaintance, and I don't know
how, he came to remember Esther's
existence. But I'm grateful to lum
for he's made it easy for me to hanc{
in my checks. 1 shall die as hapny
as a bird, now that I know my little •
,l girl is safe; for to be rich in England
is to he safe, Arthur," he added, with
a hoarse laugh.
Arthur was silent for a moment, •
then he said, gravely:
"But the nephew, the present bar•
onet, may be alive, old man."
Jack started and looked at him al.
most angrily.
"What do you mean?" he demand.
cd, excitedly. "Of course he's dead!
Doesn't the paper say so? Wouldn't
he have heard of his hick and gone
bounding over to England to claim
the money and title long ago? I'm
certain he's dead!" He wiped the
sweat from his brow. "Oh, it would
betoo cruel to have hhn turn uP
and, rob Esther! She's a girl, and a-
lone in the world—for I am dying
and shall nevergo back to her—and
she wants the money. It's her clue,
it's been left to her—it would be
cruet, cruel! What do you mean by
saying he's alive?"
"Don't excite yourself," said Arth-
ur, soothingly. "I only said he might
be; I daresay he's, as dead as a herr-
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ing; and for your sake and your sis-
tor's, I hope he is. But don't you
talk about dying; this good news is
just what you wanted to shake you
up. You lie down again; and, what-
ever you do, keep your hair on."
He gently forced Tack on to the
bed and covered hint up with a rug,
"Give me the paper," said the sick
man, brokenly; and he clutched it and
tried to read the paragraph, repeat-
ing lines here and there and murmur -
leg ever now and then:
"Esther! Little Esther—rich! Oh,
thank God! God bless my little Esth-
er!"
Art.hur, went and stood in front of
the fire, his hands thrust in hie breach
es pocket, his head bent, his hand-
some face grave and trochled. Hnw
rnuld hie tell his chum that Sir John
Vancourt was alive, that he was the
missing baronet, and that he was go-
ing to deprive the little sister of her
wealth? He couldn't.
I The sick man's muttering, ceased,
nn intense silence fell upon the hut,
broken only by. the breathing of Bob,
who had been rushing around, shat
ing in the. excitement, but had nowt
coiled himself up beside the fire, close
to his master's feet.
Suddenly the dog raised his hend
and emitted a low growl Arthur
started from his reverie and listened,
and his ears, almost as sharp as lioh's
heard the sound of footsteps outs:ae
the door. He sprang on tiptoe to the
bed: Jack was sleeping heavily, the
sleep of exhaustion. Arthur :aught
up his rifle, felt for the revolver in
Ids belt, and stood in front of the
heavily bolted door, waiting.
Presently the dog gave a loud bark.
" Tack awoke, sat up in bed, and a
voice outside .called out:.
"Hallo, in there!"
'Tailo1" responded Arthur, °Who's
there?"
"A traveller—let me in, mate;"
Gama the voice.
Arthur drew, his revolver and slow-
ly unbolted the door, A. Man wear-
ing a mask sprang in with pointed re-
volver.
"Hands op!" he cried, "We don't
want no bloodshed!"
Arthur fired promptly, but prompt
its he had been, the bushranger had
ducked arM the bullet passed over his
head. The next moment three other
men flung themselves upon Arthur;
he fired twice before the revolver was
lcnorkod out of his hand, and be strug-
gled and fought like—an English-
man; but it was four against one, and
he was at last forced against th ewall,
blit arms bound hahind his back and
his feet securely tied,
Jack had sm•ung' from the bed, but
before he could seize hie revolver, be
was struck backwards by a blow from
the butt -end of a rifle and lay pant-
ing and helpless.
"Now, bail up!" said the man woo
frail first entered, "Where do you
keep the stuff? We know you've got
some; own up, or we'll shoot you like
a dog."
Arthur smiled, "Shoot away!" he
said.
The bushranger lifted his revolver,
but one of his companions stopped
him,
"Hold bard; give him time. lie
looks a sensible sort of chat),—Come
now, mate!" addressing Arthur, "`Just.
tell us where the swag is, and give
us a drink, and we're oft as peaceable
as lambs."
"Go or stay, it's all one 'to me,"
said Arthur. "I don't help you to a
penny." •
The leader of the gang swore a ter-
rible oath.
"Let me finish hint!" he cried. "We
can search for the stuff afterwards."
Atrhur looked towards the panting
figure lying across the bed.
"Stop!" he said. "My chum there
is in a bed way; you've knocked him
senseless; it may kill him; give him a
drink of water and pull im round."
One of the men picked up a pan of
water and was advancing toward the
bed. hut the ringleader stopped him.
"Hold on there," he said. Then he
smiled sardonically at Arthur. "Look
here, mate; tell us where the stuff is
and we'll help your chum; play the
d—d obstinate mule, and I'll put a
bullet in him before your eyes,"
He Pointed his revolver significant-
ly at Tack.
Arthur went white to the very lips,
and his dark eyes burnt like two spots
of fire; then he said in a low voice,
but with perfect calm:
"Don't fire. You'll find the little
we possess in a canvass bag, under
that barrel of mealies."
Two of the men sprang to the spot
indicated and dug up the bag with
their knives, the third—the man with
the pannikin in his hands—went to
Jack and poured some water down
his throat and over his head. The
ringleader still stood in front of Ar-
thur, eyeing him vindictively; for the
scorn on Arthur's white face cut like
a lash. The two men with the bag
came forward.
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ped from Arthur's eyes on to the dog's 1 It was seven months later, and the
shaggy coat, lady who thus adeured Esther Van -
leis friend was dead,had given his court was the Mies Worcester, the
life for hien, laid It own willingly, maiden aunt, with whom Ether bad
cheerfully, Mad died in the fond be» lived since childhood,
lief that the sister he loved was rich' The two i.adies were on the small
and safe and provided for, And he, terrace in front of the west wing of
Arthur was going horse to deprive the Towers, and they were waiting
the girl of,ber money, Oh, was lie. 1 for the 1 -carriage, in which they
The minutes passed. Bob lay with were goinonyg far a drive, It was a lou
his paws and head over the prostrate ely evening in spring --strange to say,
figure, whining intermittiegly. Ar- considering that an English siring
filar crouched with Isis hand upon his has now become rather more hateful
dead chum's Bead. I'rt�genitly theta than winter --and so warm that 1'.sth
dune the sound of horsemen;; voices er wore no cloak over the white dress
called, a word of command rang out; with the black sash, which Was its
the door was opened, and a police of. only ornament.
fieri, failowed by some of his men, ell- Diigs VPol tester was a charming old
tered the hut. He ran to Arthur and ladi•• with silvery hair, and blue ves,
cut les bonds, and Arthur staggered wheel had always boon placid, but bad
on to his knees beside jack. • )stele, sines Maoris ((along; of cit -
The sergeant examined the bony, eumetances," endeavored to assume,
"Better be off now," saki one;
"there's nothing more, I reckon."
"Search their pockets," said the
ringleader. "'Here, I'll ge over this
man's."
He went upto Arthur to search htm '
but Arthur had managed, with ex-
treme difficulty and indescribable
pain, to release one arm, and he 1
struck the ranger a blow which sent
him reeling across the hut and tore
the mask from his face.
With a cry of rage and an oath,
the ranger snatched up the revolver
which had fallen from his hand, and
levelled it at Arthur,
"Don't shoot—it's safer!" cried one
of hie companions.
Not shoot! Why not? He's
struck me—he's seen my face—will
know me! I'd shoot him if a thous-
and devilsstood in the way!"
He hissed the words rather than
spoke them, and his face—a hand-
some but sinister one—was white as
marble, excepting where Arthur's fist
had struck it. Ile levelled his revol-
ver and took careful aim at Arthur's
heart; but as the lookers on stood in
breathless suspense, a figure rose
from the bed, staggered across the
hut and flung itself across Arthur's
1
breast.
sharp, report rang out, the
wreath of smoke curled up from the
revolver, and with a cry Jack fell
dead at his chum's feet.
I Hardened as they were, a murmur
of horror rose from the other rangers.
"Curse it all, you've shot the wrong
man 1" said one.
"It was his own fault, the fool!"
snarled the ringleader.. "But there's
time to shoot the right one:'
I Two of the gang sprang at hint and
caught him by the arm, and there
was 0 struugle. In the midst of it,
while Arthur; forgetting his own im-
pending fate, bent down over his dead
chum, a whistle sounded, and one of
the gang, who had been left outside
• as sentinel, rushed in.
"The police!" he said. "They're
coming up.the gulch! What the dev-
il's on? Looks like murder! Come
on P'
The men rushed out, and the dead
chum and the living one were left a-
lone.
The dog, that had been kicked al-
most senseless into a corner, crawled
across the floor, and, whining, licked
the dead man's face; and tears drop -
sergeant. i complexion which goes sometimes
"Jack Gordon," replied Arthur, ` with perfect health. Her . eyes were
promptly and calmly. grey, light sometimes, dark or violet
at others, just as her mood colored
CHAPTER II. them; and her mouth „vas shapely but
by no means small. Botheyes and
"What you have always to remem- mouth were expressive, too ressive
expressive
I' ber, my dear Esther, is that you Bare sometimes; for like most women who
a Vancourt." have gone through the mill of never-
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shook his head, and laid his bane. upon
Arthurs shoulder.
You're chum, he liaicl, in a low
voice. "He's quite dead,"
Arthur rose, tried to speak, then
atagered back against the wall and
slid down to the floor, fainting from
the wound which until now he had
buen unconscious of.
When lee came to and was helped
to iris feet, Jack's body was lying on
the bed,decently covethe
tu
sgeancovered, andn i was stranding beside it with
an open letter in his lurid,
"We did not know bow' long it
might be before you came to," Ite
said, "and so we searched your friend
for means of identification." We
found this letter—an important one
—in his jacket pocket. It appoara
by this that his real name is Sir John
Vancourt, and that he is the heir to
a large property in. England, Poor
fellow! Is that so? Is that his
with more or less success, an expres-
cion of dignity, At this moment she
was sitting holt upright on one of the
steep Gnats built WO reams of the
old end wall, and regarding the owner
of the historic name with something
litre an appeal and reproach; for that
yoren lady had not seated herself in
stately dignity beside her aunt, but
hail nerched herself on the stone bal.
uatrade of the terrace, and was.
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a r of very v small and
"•Y daintily brown-eled,feet--"just
like a school -boy," Mise Worcester
thought.
The girl made a' picture which,
though it shocked her aunt's sense of
prouriety, would have set an artist
n,• a noet thrilling; for, whatever else
she might he, she certainly was rav-
ishingly and dangerously pretty, with
a prettiness which later on would de-
velop into actual loveliness; for—
let it be whispered with bated breath
?++ —few women come to loveliness at
"Yes," said Arthur, without a mom- : twenty-one•
ent's hesitation. 1 She was dark, with 'a wealth of
Ties voice was hoarse with weak- hair which caused her, by its vagaries,
nese and anguish, but it was so dis- 'onsidorable trouble to keep within
tinct that everyone heard it. its coil; with dark and rather thick
"And what is yours?" asked the brows, and that clear and colourless
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A party of school -teachers from Great Britain recently
arrived In Canada to make an educational tour of the Dominion.
Above they are shown en the Empress of Scotland," which
brought them across the ocean.
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Dick
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on the hunting
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friends ,cid good-bye to the
Party. of British school -teachers
which recently arrived in Can-
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land.
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Beene at the departure from West Toronto station of the party sof Canadian
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College, Ste. Anne de Beterue.
ty—which grindeth so exceeding,
small—there was a touch of pride
and melancholy in her character
which sometimes made her haughty
and sometimes sad. But 05 a rule
she was in high spirits; indeed her
aunt .had more than once called her
11 tomboy; but that was before the
had come into the Vancourt property.
She was nearly tall, and thin--quit-for
ilt twenty-mne a girl has. not e
ec;tsed growing—but not with trio
thinness which is painful to the be,
holder, but with that slender supple.
ptiasser biwhrtichhrightshould; belong to a girl as
She was looking now rather dreaili-
ily across the drive and towards the
setting sun; but she heard her aunt's
admonition and laughed.
"Somehow, I don't think I'm likely
to forget it, aunt, dear," she said.
"You mean that I remind you of it
too frequently, my dear, Perhaps I
do, ,but you must remember that I
have a duty to perform—my dear
Esther,' I am perfectly certain you
'will lose your balance and fall over
the parapet."
"No danger, I assure you, dear.
If I felt myeelf going, I should cling
to the pillar •with mer toes—like this—
see?" responded Esther, cheerfully,
and she crooked her foot round the
pillar,
"All the same, my dear Esther, ono
must consider appearances. If the
butler or one of the footmen were to
see you, for instance—"
"He'd be shocked, I suppose," said
Esther. "'And yet, would they? I
have shocked them so often since L
came that they must be used to it."
"I are almost afraid they are,"
assented Miss Worcester, with a sigh.
"Yesterday Palmer had to go to -the
sideboard to conceal his laughter over
that story of yours about the bishop
and the miner, and the footman near-
ly choked and was compelled to re-
tire from the room."
"Did he really?" said Esther, with
an air of surprise and satisfaction.
"Palmer has risen in my estimation;
I was under the evidently erroneous
impression that he was carved out of
a chunk of wood,"
"Piece of wood, my dear Esther;
though the description in any form
is scarcely a suitable one to apply to
so highly a respectable servant as—"
"Here's the pony -cart, aunt," said
Esther, dropping like a falling blos-
som from her perch, "What a jolly
little beast it is! It looks like a door.
mat on four legs!"
"Y -es," assented Miss Worcester,
doubtfully, for it was her first intro-
duction to the pony in question.
"Are you quite sure it is safe, my
dear?"
Quite," said Esther, cheerfully
if it shows any inclination to fall
down we just lean hack m the cart
and the shafts will hold it up."
"I mean is it likely to run away?"
"Oh, no, aunt, It is thirty years
old, I believe—isn't it, Giles?
The well-trained groom, standing
bolt upright at the shaggy little mor-
sel's head, touched his hat.
"Twenty, miss."
"Only twenty? I'm disappointed,
Get in, aunt," as she took the reins.
"We'll have a nice long drive, and if
the pony gets tired we'll put it inside
the cart, and you and I will drag it
in turns."
The groom turned away to hide a
smile, and the modest equipage—"a
biscuit -box on two wheels," as Esther
called it-joggeddown the avenue.
"I'm surprised you like this better
than the landau or the victoria, Esth-
er," Miss Worcester remarked; her
words being jerked out by the motion
of the cart.
Esther shrugged her shoulders.
"Between . you and pie, aunt, I
loathe the landau; and, anyway 1 had
enough of it yesterday to last me a
long time. Oh, shall I ever forget
the miles we rolled behind those
fat horses, and how glad I was when
we came to a house we had to visit—
almost as glad as I was to get out of
the house again."
"And yet I am sure everyone was
most kind."
"They were. • I'm not denying it.
But behind their kindness, what cur-
iosity! 'What glances thy cast at my
hat and dress and hands—I suppose
they expected to see a kind of super-
ior servant, or a nedlewoman with
the marks of the needle on her hands
—I don't suppose many of them know
I got my living by teaching music,
do they?—and how they listened to
detect the vulgar accent which might
betray the 'poor girl who'd come into
the ,Vancourt property.' But it's not
nice of me to criticize them, though
they criticized nee; for they were all
very kind when they saw that I would
pass muster; and I think I may con-
clude that I am duly and solemnly
received into county society."
"I should think so, my dear," said
Miss Worcester, bridling, "A Van -
court of Vancourt is the equal of all
and the superior of many; and though
we were poor, we were always ladies,
I trust, my dear Esther. I can say,
humbly, that I did my best."
"Yes, I know, dear; and a very
good hest it was. What and where
should I have been but for you, aunt-
ie? There I can't kiss you through
that veil, but I'll. kiss my hand to you;
and T'Il beg your pardon for befog
naughty, and I'll promise to be good
—but you must give me time, auntie,
dere. You see, my greatness has
come 'so suddenly; and it's hard to
realise that I am not any longer Esth-
er Vancourt, the musk teacher, but
Miss Vancourt of Vancourt Towers.
And now, auntie, I aol going to pick
some of those primroses"—trey were
in the lane 'by this time—"you hold
the reins."
"My dear Esther, len sure the pony
will run away!"
"No, auntie! What will happen, if
anything does, will be that Toby will
drop ori to sleep and fall down; but
you mustn't let him' give hint a cut
with the whip; he will only smile, of
nurse, for he: couldn't feel it through
that thick coat, but it will keep him
frim d jaing oir."
She got out and ran lightly up the
bnnnic,snailand'spacemho,pony wandered on at
'
'While Esther was picking the prim.
roses, a )stn was coming down the
road in the opposite direction to that
in which miss Worcester was being
reluctantly dragged. Tie was tall and
thin and very shabby. The dust was
thief on his boots, and there were
rents in his clothes, He looked some«
thing like a tramp at °first sight, and
he was followed by a splendid collie;
as dusty as himself The man was
walking slowly, suiting his pace to
that of the dog, who was lbnpine as
if he were lame;'and soon they had
passed the pony carriage, and receive
ed a stony and timid glaltee froth the
elderly lady in it, the man stopped
end seated himself bit the batik, and
Laid to the dOgi
(Continued 'N'ext Week),