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eating a Christmas-dinner; I jeered at my- and in whose time the whole land seems to “And you are Winthrop Penhallow-are self for aiming at such a despicable pass, have been measured out, for, in my walks out you not?” he asked, smiling at his own fa. and yet I know now that there was something of town, I have found every mile marked off miliarity with my name and lineage. stirring at the bottom of my muddy selfish- with a stout stone and “P. B. 17—" on it. “ Within one!” I cried. “Winthrop is ness—a bubble of natural, fresh, human feel- The first one I saw when a lad I took to be P. my elder brother.” ing, which was trying to clear the springs of B.'s gravestone, a view which my elder brother " Then you are Eustace Penhallow."

at once confirmed and embellished; but each “That is my name," said I, not now to be I was standing now with my back to the additional mile-stone called so loudly for astonished at any revelation he might make. National Gallery buildings, leaning moodily some other Paul Bodley, unless I would be. Can you also tell me how old I am ?” on the stone balustrade, and I saw the lion lieve the poor man to have been dismembered The old gentleman looked at me, and that stood pointing defiance with his tail over before burial, that I was forced to take ref- must have seen that I was not offended, but the entrance to Northumberland House; the uge in absolute skepticism, and to doubt very much amused and interested. He reexceedingly-domesticated look of the wild whether our Paul Bouley ever lived to be flected a moment, and then replied, correct. beast, as if he had been hired by the family buried. As I grew older and my grandfa- ly, “Twenty-two last October.” to frighten away plebeians, and had struck ther's signature seemed to have produced no " Will you let me ask you," said I, rebis most alarming attitude, made me wonder effect, and Mr. Tyrel was too busy probably spectfully, “ how it is that you know so well if that great front really was impenetrable. to report progress; and as I read discourag- who I am ? You must yourself be a Bod. It occurred to me that I had heard or reading accounts in fiction of processes of law, I ley." that the Bodley family and the Percy were in began to see the humorous side, and would He stood but a step from me, and I looked some way connected, and I queried whether have given a fresh signature of my own with in his face. I could not challenge the duke in the name as hearty a laugh as my grandfather himself No wonder the passers - by turned and of English Christmas hospitality to let me uttered.

looked with me. He had been bending a litdine at his table. My mother was a Bodley, Recalling these things there in Trafalgar tle, but now he stood erect with the dignity and the Bodley estate in England was Square, I became quite merry all at once, and of noble old age, and with a strange expres. household jest with us, for when I was a lit. amused myself with fanciful encounters with sion of pride, of compassion, too, and yet I tle boy there was a good deal of talk, half disaffected heirs of the estate, who, like my. thought also of timidity, upon his face, be serious, half in fun, about a vast estate in self, might be angrily demanding of the ex- swept his right arm gently from him, bowed England belonging to the Bodley family which i isting head of the Bodley family to give them with knightly courtesy, and said : was begging for heirs, and so much in need a Christmas-dinner. It would be a very

“Mr. Penhallow, I am the sole heir to the of them to divide its wealth that an agent waste of time to recount these absurdities. Bodley estate; the name descends through had come to America in search of all who Yet, even with my added years of wisdom, I I am Paul Bodley." bore the name of Bodley, or who were fortu. do believe that my mind was better occupied It was not so much the discovery which nate, like my father, in marrying a Bodley. thus than when girding at myself and the he made to me of his position as the lordly It was a serious matter then with me, for the world, as just before. I began to feel ready, and perfectly gentle demeanor wlich he wore, estate was said to be very great, and in our under these home-recollections, for the world that made me instinctively take off my bat family our more ambitious requests were to which I had been insolently thrusting aside ; and bow in recognition of the presence of be satisfied, not upon the discharge of the and there came over me a consciousness that the great family head. Then, unwilling to cargo from some shadowy ship, but upon our a way of escape from the solitary life I had leave, I said: coming into possession of this estate, a real been leading was open, if only I were wise “I have heard since my childhood of the earth estate, not to be blown away as a ship enough to enter it. At this point I turned, Bodley estate. In our family I think some could be. When the agent came,

there was and saw standing near me an old gentleman slight effort was made to obtain a share of it, considerable talk as to what steps should be with white beard and gentle face, who I per- not knowing," I added, half apologetically, taken in defense of our claims; and there ceived at once had been watching me, and now "that there was one exclusively entitled to were some papers to be signed, for I went looked uneasy, as if I had detected him in it." with grandfather Bodley and saw him write an impertinence; there was a sort of wistful “Then why,” said he, with a little embarhis name, which was to make me rich, with a glance that he shyly stole at me which must rassment in his voice,“ did you not answer hearty laugh, as if the whole affair were an have invited my advance, else why should I the advertisement in this morning's paper excellent joke, and he had certified to the have turned to him as I did and asked, in the along with others ? ”

For my part, I was rather shocked at most matter-of-fact way, nodding toward the And, upon my saying that I had seen do his levity. It was suggested, too, that if we only

advertisement, he drew a journal from bis had a ring with the Bodley crest on it, such a “Sir, can you tell me if there is any con. pocket and showed me, posted in the “pertestimony to our blood relationship would be nection between the great families of Bodley sonal" column, the following: unquestionable. I thought so too, and urged and Percy?”

“All persons laying claim to a share in it most strongly, quoting instances in Ori. Never shall I forget the affectionate yet the Bodley estate are advised to call this day ental tales where the ring was every thing. wearied smile with which he replied :

before three o'clock in the afternoon on Paul One of our relations had such a ring, and in- “My good friend, there is a very distant Bodley, Esq., No. 18 Northumberland Court, trusted it to this Tyrel the agent, and I felt connection between the two families; but I where they will hear of something to their alarm lest our own claim was thus weakened, should not have to ask that face of yours if advantage.” and wondered if substitute might not be it belonged to the Bodley family.”

“I fear,” said my companion, when I had accepted in our favor in the sbape of a ven- “Why? said I, astonished, and yet read it, " that it was hardly quite honest on erable spoon, which feil to my lot as the grasping at the rope which he had thrown to my part, but I was told that the phrase, youngest, and upon the broad expanse of its “I am proud of being a member of the something to their advantage,' was one in thin handle bore the initials L. T. B., letters family, but I had not supposed that the pat- common use, and meant only that no harm often explained to me as representing Lydia ent of nobility was so stamped on the Bodley should be done to them; and, indeed, sir," and Thomas Bodley, though whether they features that it could not be effaced in three he added, eagerly, “I meant their good every held the spoon in joint partnership or not I or four generations, or washed out by the way, and, if you had come with the rest, I was not told. It was from its monumental waters of the Atlantic, which my ancestors should have explained to you, with them, shape like a gravestone set up to the mem- crossed."

what I could not say in the advertisement. ory of that worthy couple, whose ancestry “ Ah!” said he, “ I thought I was right. But it is growing cold; will you not walk and descent I strove in vain to remember, You are one of the American Bodleys, de- with me toward my present home while I esThey alone, hand-in-hand as were, sat upon scended from Governor Bodley."

plain ?" the upper branches of our genealogical tree; “Yes," said I, "he was an ancestor of “Most willingly," I said, and felt eren no, not quite alone, for there was old Paul | mine, but on my mother's side. My own more strongly, as I offered Mr. Bodley my Bodley, who had been governor of our State, name is Penballow."

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walked, seeming to feel a dim sort of relief coufess, aoxiously hoping for a special invi. bread for buttering. There always was a and shelter after the uneasy, restless state he tation to join Mr. Bodley's other miserable charm to me in the very sight of an orderly had been displaying. For myself, I had be. relations on the morrow; “this young man,” house-keeper-how much more when she was gun to understand that I was with one whom he went on, “is Mr. Eustace Penhallow, from a maiden just putting on womanly ways, and I could not leave alone in the growing dark America. His mother was a Bodley. She wearing them with so girlish a grace as to of a London December day, nor was my rev- was Patience-"

impart to the most commonplace duties a erence for his nobility of face and manner “Perhaps Mr. Penhallow will come in out new beauty! Perhaps, after all, the perfecthe less that I saw myself in some strange of the cold," said his daughter, and then, tion of the picture luy in Fear Bodley her. way his guardian for the moment. Yet I | looking at me, her face said, “and thus you self, her face, her sorm, her dress, and move. have often thought since of us two walking will induce an old man to come in to a warm

It was her brownness—not, I mean, slowly toward the Strand, and wondered fireside."

of face, but of general appearance-that har. which of us really was the weaker. I am “Yes, yes; come in!” said Mr. Bodley, monized so well with all about her: her hair not sure now, but certain it is that, if my bis hesitation vanishing suddenly. I knew was brown, her eyes were of a soft brown venerable friend clung to me as if he saw I afterward, what I suspected then, that the shade, and her dress of the same general could help him, I also was leaning upon the chivalrous old man only waited for his daugh- color, while over it she wore a dainty little companionship which had been thus offered ter to invite me. It was my turn to hesitate white apron, which, to my old-fashioned eyes, to me in the hour of need; and so we went now, half from a rusty shyness after long dis- is the very insignia of modest maidenhood. on, like the famous blind and lame couple, I use of society; half, too, from a foolish fancy It chanced that Fear, being engaged in personating the legs and he the eyes.

which I had taken up with, that pleasure was some little duty-I think she was spreading It is not far from where we had been keenest when one sip only of the cup had bread with butter — stood so as to present standing to Northumberland Court, leading been taken. But, somehow, the daughter's her profile to me, the head being bent forout of Charing Cross, and under the protect- request was not one of repelling politeness, ward. I had been looking at her shyly, but ing vigilance of the Percy lion, in so obscure but of frank courtesy, which made it natural now indulged in a downright, steadfası gaze. a way that thousands of Londoners passing and right to accept. I entered, the door was I was surprised at a recognition, for the atti. it daily probably never saw it with its low- shut behind me, and, following the couple, tude and profile at once recalled a girl whom entrance archway; but we walked slowly, I was ushered into a little room, warm and I had noticed a week or so before bending and, by the time we had reached the court, I | light, and showing preparations for a simple over a drawing in the print-room at the muhad learned as much of Mr. Bodley's story as meal.

The face had attracted my attention, it concerned me to know. He had been for “I had set the table for an early tea,” | but so absorbed was she then in her occupamany years engaged in maintaining his claim said the young hostess, “and was only wait- tion, that I got no other view, and presently, to the estate, but it was only within a very ing for my father. I will place another cup forgetting her in my own study, she left withshort time that his lawyer had assured him for you, Mr. Penhallow, if you will let me." out my notice. I felt quite sure now that it that the triumphant close was at hand. A few “And I," said Mr. Bodley, bustling about, was Fear Bodley, and I meant to ask her as weeks more and he would come into posses. “ will show Mr. Penhallow the papers which soon as I properly could. sion of the property. The other claimants will explain to him how he comes into the Mr. Bodley had by this time found the had generally resigned their supposed rights, Bodley family." I had been standing and papers he wished, and, sitting down beside and a few forms of law only stood between bowing, and, I dare say, blushing all this me, he began to explain, with the help of his him and the estate.

time, confused enough between my embar- tables, wbat connection existed between me “ When I heard this," said Mr. Bodley, rassment at the novelty of the situation and and himself. I had nothing to do but to lis. with compassion in his voice, “I thought of my anxiety to show that I had not forced ten, and I own that genealogical tables never the many who had hopes like mine, but are myself upon the scene. But the quiet nat- sounded so much like poetry as when they now disappointed. It is a sad thing, Mr. uralness and self-possession of the girl, and were recited and illustrated by bim. It was Penhallow, to pursue fond hopes for many the gentle simplicity of the old man, did for like listening to a summer evening's distant years and find them crumble in the end. I me what I could not do for myself: they put hum to hear his gentle voice chanting, in longed to tell my poor kinsmen that I meant me at ease and I sat down, forgot as a bad low tones, the names and ages of my ancesno evil to them, that I was not merely seek | dream what had been, and opened old springs tors. Lydia and Thomas were linked with ing my own selfish ends, and so I bethought of delight, which I had suffered to become their predecessors and successors, and the me of inviting such as I knew to be near re- choked with the cares and vexations of the respected governor was buried in a single lations and most likely to be disappointed, world in which I had been living. Indeed, it grave; Bodley crossed and recrossed the to keep Christmas with me. I hope that next must have been a more hardened nature than Atlantic as if it were a mere ferry, and some Christmas will see me in the old hall, sur. mine that could resist the influences that disreputable members, hungering after seventh rounded by my kinsfolk; and when it sball were about me. There was a something in wives, turned upon their own kith and kin, please God to take me to my fathers, I shall the very atmosphere of the room which thereby reducing uncles to the grade of cousleave it to those who follow me to remember | seemed to suggest purity of life. The white ins, and making one poor fellow, I recollect, the less fortunate members of the Bodley of the curtains, the white cloth that covered nephew to his own nephew; so, by degrees, family in like manner."

the table, and on which rested the white keeping the cis- and transatlantic lines in He said this last with his hand on the china and a few gleaming, demure little parallel, Mr. Bodley came at last to myself door, hesitating as if not liking to send me spoons, the white rose that drooped in its and brother and to Fear. I heard his age away, and yet not certain whether to ask me vase in the centre all this whiteness was and my age and Fear's age (she was eighteen), in. Just then, however, the door was opened not merely the symbol of purity, it was the and then, as if waiting for Time to give us from within, and I saw the figure of a girl unconscious expression of a pure nature, another race, the old gentleman was obliged standing in the entrance, shading a candle wont, in some inexplicable way, to make all which flickered in her face, and showed a inanimate objects about partake of its own It must not be supposed that all this relook of concern, which deepened as I stepped whiteness. I looked at old Paul Bodley, at his cital was accomplished before tea. That was forward by the side of the old man.

secretary searching for papers, and my eye told taken in the mean while, and hardly inter“Ah, father,” said she, “ I am glad to see me that this white-haired, white-bearded old rupted the narrative, for Mr. Bodley used the you home again;" and, as if her concern had man, with the pleased, guileless look on his time to tell me stories of the different great passed away with the safe return of the old face, was in his fitting home here; and then men in the family. They were not very brillman, and she saw the errand on which I had my eye turned to Miss Bodley, and I watched iant stories, though they all gathered about come, she gave me a frank look of gratitude. her as she moved quietly about, making her some true, honest actions, and I glanced at

“Stop a moment, Fear,” said Mr. Bodley, further preparations for tea, lifting the lid Fear, who must have heard them many a as she took his hand to lead him in, and I of the tea-kettle to see how the water was time before, but she was a better listener stood uncovered, waiting, apparently, to take getting on, shaking the tea out of a little than I, with all my studious politeness. And my leave, but really, I am not ashamed to i white canister, and cutting the slices of when tea was over she put away the table,

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and, bringing some simple work, sat down to do feel for you! To think what a deceiver | accumulate and arrange the facts in the hear the rest. I liked it all; I liked the you've cherished in your bosom!”

case,” interrupted Miss Ruffner. “They say drowsy hum of the old man's voice, the regu- “Strong language," said old Miss there isn't a flaw in the evidence. If she lar movement of Fear's hand as she stitched Hawkesby, with some vague idea that Miss hadn't been so mortally secret about it, we and stitched. It was such a sudden trans- Ruffner referred to Anita.

might have interfered. Things were well formation from less genial surroundings that "I do not understand," said Mrs. Basil, enough as they stood; what's the good of I found it hard to keep back the smile that tremulously, raising her hand to her head as making a matter of conscience of a dead was inperiling my face even when Mr. Bod- she sank into ber chair. " Won't you be and buried secret to stir up such startling ley was announcing the melancholy end of a seated, and explain ?"

changes ? " disreputable rake of a Bodley whose sins the 'Yes, Miss Hawkesby," said Miss Ruff- “ Conscience is Elizabeth Stargold's grave and time had long since covered from ner, throwing herself upon the sofa, "I use strong point," said Miss Hawkesby. men’s notice, but who was pitilessly exbumed strong language, for my feelings on this sub- “Her weak point, I say !” Miss Ruffner by this genealogical resurrectionist. I could ject are strong.”

retorted, snappishly. “But we've Arthur to not fail to notice, however, with what charity La, yes; and our cousin here won't ob- thank for it all; it is he that is at the bothe spoke of him and of all whom truth un- ject, I'm sure," said Mrs. Ruffner, “ when tom of this piece of work, with that awk. willingly compelled him to name in our fami- she-"

ward pistol of his bursting open that old ly, though they might justly have been dis- “No, mother; I stipulated when we de- escritoire of Francis Hendall's, where his let. owned in their lifetime.

cided to come that I was to state tbe case,” ters and other mementos were kept."
said Miss Ruffner.-“I feel for you, Cousin “ Well,” said Mrs. Basil, peerishly,

Rowena. I knew you counted so upon the “what had that to do with it! Did Mrs. THE LITTLE JOANNA.

inheritance for Arthur, as it was natural Stargold find the proofs among the old let

that you should, though you must acknowl. ters?" A NOVEL

edge that none of us ever encouraged your “No, indeed, nothing of the kind," said

expectations. I never heard Mrs. Stargold Miss Ruffner. “But reading over those old THORPE.

speak of doing any thing for Arthur, beyond letters set her to thinking about her brother's

giving him a piece of plate with an appropri- last illness, when he spoke of his marriage CHAPTER Χ Χ Χ Ι.

ate inscription ; but, of course, as her rela- as recent, and of his wife as still living."

tives, we all felt that we had a claim upon FORTUNE'S WHEEL.

" I remember,” said Mrs. Basil, coldls. her; and now to think that, after all these “ His statements were confused, and the phy. "O my good cousin, such news—such ex- years of oblivion, Francis Hendall's widow sicians said that his mind was wandering. traordinary news!” panted Mrs. Russner, should arise to set up her claim !”

None of us believed that he had a wife." breathlessly, as she rushed to embrace Mrs. “ Francis Hendall's widow !” cried Mrs. “Yes; and now Mrs. Stargold reproaches Basil, who was feebly leaning on the back Basil, with energy, starting up.

“ Where? us all for having dissuaded her from making of her arm-chair. " You'll be astounded." how?" she asked, helplessly, sinking back any attempt to find her brother's widow “O my poor, dear cousin Rowena !” cried again.

years ago. We had a prudent dread of imMiss Ruffner, “how I do feel for you!”

“Francis Hendall's widow ?” repeated postors ; but she didn't wish our advice, and “Is any thing the matter with Arthur?" Miss Ilawkesby, interrogatively. “I remem- for that reason, among otbers, she has kept faltered Mrs. Basil.

ber that, long ago, Elizabeth said something the matter so close. But it is all right now, “ Arthur is perfectly safe in life and about her brother having a wife. He was

you may be sure.

She has verified erery limb," said Miss Ruffner, stiffly. really married, then ?"

date; she instituted strict inquiries, and pow “No worse off than I am—ha, ha!” said “ We never believed that he was mar- she talks of nothing but reparation, and Sam, forcing his “radiant” smile. “Extraor- ried," said Mrs. Basil, in her old, positive Francis's memory, and all that. This morndinary, most extraordinary!” And then he

ing she sent for her brother's widow, and subsided into a corner, not seeing Anita, “But we may believe it now!” cried Mrs. such a scene as we had! Good Heaven!” and left the field to the women.

Ruffner, as triumphantly as though she her. " And why,” said Mrs. Basil, querulously Perhaps I had better retire," said Miss self had neve: joined vehemently in the de- why have I been kept all this time in the Ilawkesby; but she was by no means anxious nial. “Francis Hendall's widow EXISTS !” durk! Pamela might have confided in me;

“O my poor cousin !” said Miss Ruffner, indeed, she should have done so.” La, no; you may consider yourself in again, “you bave my sympathies. Francis “ But,” said Sam, speaking for the first luck to be present,” said Mrs. Ruffner. Hendall's widow-his lawful widow-exists. time, “the mischief of it, for ber, was just “Such news, and no secret!” Compose yourself—"

this : she could bring no proof of her mar“No; stay by all means,” said Miss Ruff- "I am perfectly composed, thank you," riage. The clergyman that performed the

Your presence will be a support.” said Mrs. Basil, haughtily; but she trembled, ceremony died, and the only witness disapAnita had already withdrawn. She had and Miss Ruffner saw that she trembled. peared. Francis Hendall had the marriage little doubt that Mrs. Rufiner had come to “Nerve yourself to bear it," slie contin. certificate and all, and there she was, you discuss her escapade, and she didn't care ued, in the same tone. “We came to pre. see-ha! ha! Besides, she knew and marto stay. But Joanna, for the same reason, pare you. It is a great blow ; but it would ried him under his middle name of Harmer, had decided to remain: somebody must fight be mistaken kindness to withhold the know).

I don't suppose he meant to Anita's battles; but, in the excitement, she edge from you. Francis Hendall's widow is abandon her when he left her. He probably escaped notice.

none other than the woman you have known wished to reconcile his family to the match “ Is-is Mrs. Stargold, our dear cousin, and sheltered as the judge's cousin, Miss before he acknowledged his marriage; but he then, no more ?” asked Mrs. Basil, in falter- Basil."

died, you see—and there she was. Lucky ing accents.

" 'Mela's secret!” cried Joanna, wildly. thing for her that Mrs. Stargold's emissaries “Dead ? La, no, my dear!” said Mrs. The room seemed to go round and round stumbled upon that only witness. Basil Ruffner, with that imperturbable good-nawith her.

Redmond happened to hear an old man in a ture nothing could damp. Why should we Mrs. Basil, who had risen under this tan. hospital tell a story that tallied with this, be bere, you know, if she were dead?” talizing exordium, staggered as though she and be followed him up." True, true," murmured Mrs. Basil. “I had indeed received a blow; but gbe rallied

“Pamela is an excellent creature; ob, forgot."

immediately. “I do not believe it !” she yes, an excellent creature," said Mrs. Basil, No, she is not dead," said Miss Ruffner, said. “If it were so, why has it remained tremulously. "I am very glad to see justice snappishly, nor likely to die.

I always

buried so long? I'm sorry for Pamela ; but done her. But she can't expect to inherit knew that there was nothing serious the mat- all of us know that Francis Hendall was the whole of Francis Hendall's property: ter with her. But, O my poor cousin Rowena" will_"

she's only his widow," she added, in a tone - with a doleful shake of the head "how I “It has taken Cousin Elizabeth time to l of satisfaction.



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But, begging your pardon, the best part “ I've always done my duty by Joanna,” | chair, by the head of Mrs. Basil's massive, of the story is yet to come," said Miss Ruff- continued Mrs. Basil, speaking with effort. old-fashioned bedstead. It was an uneasy ner, izdignant against the spite of Fortune. “I hope Pamela will provide for her, now slumber, from which she was awakened by . Francis Hendall left, not only a widow, but that she has means, But I never put any the grim Myra, saying in an awesome whis. a son; and that son—Sam named him just faith in Lydia Crane's visions-Lydia Crane's per : now-Basil Redmond." vis—"

“Miss J'anna! Miss J'appa! Miss Pa“ Basil Redmond is the son of Warren She stared round the room with an im- mela has come and sont for you.” Redmond, whose wife was a Basil; I know becile smile, and the next instant fell back, Joanna roused herself with a start. It all about him," said Mrs. Basil, with a posi. rigid.

was late. The sun had long gone down, and tive air. “ The judge, my husband—”

“Oh! oh!-the grandmamma!” screamed the twilight gloom now hung about the silent “So the young man himself believed until Joanna, springing to her side, but instuntly house, investing the dark and heavy furniture this morning," interrupted Miss Ruffner, shrinking away, appalled at the ghastly dis. with an uncanny aspect. ruthlessly. Oh, there is no mistake about tortion of the poor woman's once comely feat- “You go, and I'll stay,” said Myra, still it. Miss Basil-for my part I can't call her

in that blood.chilling wbisper, and nodding any thing else—had letters and papers from “It is a stroke!” cried Mrs. Ruffner. her turban with a ghoul-like air at Mrs. Bathe Redmonds to prove it. Such a scene as “ Heaven preserve us, I say!”

sil, lying in a sort of stupor.

" She ought we had! The young man sainted. Of course “Run for the doctor, Sam !” said Miss not to be left." Cousin Elizabeth must know that it is a los. Ruffner.

Joanna rose with a shudder and left the ing game for her—but I suppose she finds “Go for Miss Basil, Joanna," said Miss

All that she had beard that morning comfort in the approval of her conscience. I Hawkesby, forgetting that she whom the had startled and bewildered her painfully. must do her the justice to say that she did world hud hitherto known as Miss Basil, bore She felt, now, so far and so strangely reattempt to prepare us yesterday. She wished a different name; yet remembering, the next moved from her whom she had known hithto send for Miss Basil then, but the storm moment, that that indispensable woman had erto as the plain, hard-working manager of was raging, and Dr. Garnet persuaded her to not yet returned to Basilwood.-“But where the affairs of Basilwood, and the strict, un. wait until this morning. But this son was a is she ?” she added, appealing to Miss Ruff comfortable guardian of her own early years, revelation none of us looked for."

that she seemed to herself like one in a “ Hem! hem !” said Miss Hawkesby, “She is with Mrs. Stargold, I fancy, swear- dream, traversing vast spaces, as she weariwith thoughts too big for utterance. “I ing eternal devotion,” said Miss Ruffner, ly dragged her way through the dusky gloom congratulate Mrs. Francis Hendall. I have peevishly. “At least we left her there." of the long hall, to that familiar little nook, a great esteem for her, and am glad to see Miss Hawkesby seemed to stay her with a known as Miss Basil's room. She felt as justice done her, though it comes so late in look.

though years had passed since yesterday, the day. As for her son—"

“Mrs. Basil's case is serious, I fear,” said when she saw her prim cousin go forth in “A clever fellow enough, and in for she, ringing the bell. “We must have ber water-proof and cver-shoes to carry comfort luck," said Sam.

taken to her room. What to do for her, I to the Griswolds : so true it is, “ we live in "Pamela is highly deserving-highly," don't know. I wish in my heart that good feelings, not in figures on a dial.” Poor Josaid Mrs. Basil, slowly. Words seemed to and sensible woman were here."

anpa trembled as she reflected that the prim fail her.

“Oh, Dr. Garnet, he'll know, when he cousin, who had gone out in the storm on "Well, for my part,” said Miss Ruffner, comes," said Mrs. Ruffner, cheerfully. She her errand of mercy, could never more rewith spiteful emphasis, “I cannot so readily had pulled off Mrs. Basil's shoes, and was


but that in ber place had come a new reconcile myself to it. I always looked upon rubbing her feet with vigor, but to little pur- woman, with a new name and a new life; and, that woman as occupying a very different pose.

trembling thus, she entered the familiar, yet sphere from ourselves. And to think of tbe “ It will be some time before he can be unfamiliar presence. endless talk to which it must all give rise !" here, though, I fear," said Miss Hawkesby,

“Oh, indeed, it will make a great stir," anxiously. “The bridge, you know, was car. said Mrs. Ruffner, with unction. “ Such a ried away by the storm, and—” piece of news! La, don't you remember “ You don't tell me so !” cried Mrs. Ruff

CHAPTER XXXII. about Miss Crane's dream ? Extraordinary ! ner, in dismay. “Then one couldn't get to

LIVING FOR SOMETHING But it does take eight letters to spell Star. Lebrun's ? What a misfortune!" gold, and seven to spell Basil; no, I don't “ We must call the servants," said Miss The “late” Miss Basil was seated by mean Basi), but Hendall.–La, Jane, what Ruffner, “and take her to her room. Poor | the window, looking, except for a certain time is it? The flowers on my bonnet were Cousin Rowena! See what it is to have one's subdued excitement, much the same as usual; perfectly ruined yesterday by the rain; I heart set upon riches. A great shock—a but, in the pale light, Joanna saw,

with a ought to go to Lebrun's for fresh ones." great shock. I hope it may not terminate pang of mingled dismay and indignation, “ It is one o'clock," said Miss Ruffner, fatally.”

that the bed was strewed with the treasures snapping her watch viciously. “You may

that had always been in the jealous keeping be sure the news is all over Middleborough Mrs. Basil was carried to her room, where of the little brass-studded bureau in the corby this time. Wasn't Dr. Garnet present she remained for the rest of her days, a ner-old-fashioned ornaments, fans, buckles, yesterday afternoon ? And didn't he return helpless prisoner. Dr. Garnet, when he bead-bags-how keenly had Joanna, in her this morning to learn the sequel ? "

came, sliook his head gravely, saying that he childish days, enjoyed the occasional glimpses “ I've always had a regard for Pamela,” feared the worst : but when he had exhausted chance had afforded of these hoarded relics babbled Mrs. Basil, unconscious that she was his skill and gone away, the Ruffners re- of a day gone by! But to see them now, interrupting; " but she was always very reti- turned home to decide upon their plans; spread out to the light in this way, filled her cent with me-very reticent. And Joanna- Miss Hawkesby and Anita lay down to rest; with pain and resentment; it seemed to her Joanna is my husband's granddaughter; I and only Joanna remained, sitting sobbing as though Mrs. Hendall was about to adminnever forget that." by the stricken woman's bedside.

ister upon Miss Basil's effects, and the old "La, yes,” cried Mrs. Ruffner ; "that “The grandmamma was good to me," spirit of antagonism quickly took possession child, now—but this makes no difference to she thought, remembering with simple grati- of Joanna's heart. her; she's just as much nobody as ever she tude the occasional funereal rides in the rick- “() Joanna," said Miss Basil, or Mrs.

ety carriage, the unrestricted access to the Hendall, as she was henceforth to be called, “I beg your pardon," growled old Miss old garden, the polonaise, the lace handker- speaking in a strange, excited voice, Hawkesby; "she's my niece."

chief, the Roman sash, and the invitation to in; I have so much to say to you! The time “ Oh, la ; to be sure! I beg your par- the dinner-party.

has arrived," don,” said Mrs. Ruffner, whom nothing could Worn out, at last, with excitement, fa- “Yes, 'Mela,” said Joanna, whom habit abash ; "but I forgot that.”

tigue, and exhaustion, she fell asleep in her still controlled; “I know I've been disobe.


come manner.

dient, and I've suffered enough for it. I avoid. But-my son has told me that he know how your heart is set upon dress, Jopromised you that I would not leave the likes dress; and your aunt, Miss Hawkesby, a anna, notwithstanding all my diligence to in. house, and I went into the town through the very sensible woman, advises me to adopt a culcate a proper indifference to such vanities, storm and was caught there. It was all for different style. Still, I shall dress from a and I'm quite prepared to hear you say that Anita's sake."

sense of duty and fitness, and not for vain- you must have all the new fashions; and, in“ Well, child," said the Pamela of old, glory. For, Joanna, let me warn you: when deed, to a certain extent," “it's no uncommon thing for you to be wise riches increase, set not your heart upon them. “No, 'Mela," interrupted Joanna, grave. in your own conceit. Miss Hawkesby and I've been quite exercised as to the effect this į ly, “I do like the pomps and vanities, as you your sister have told me all about it. I cbange might have upon you."

say; but my heart is not set on them. I am hope it will be an everlasting lesson to you. “I have no riches, 'Mela,” said Joanna, not caring now about the new fashions; I My son—" and it was Mrs. Hendall that quietly.

am caring about living for something—" spoke now—but she paused, and looked at “As if it were not all the same!” said “Mercy guide us! What has come over Joanna, half in pride, and half in embar- Pamela, tartly. “You don't seem the least the child ? " cried Pamela, uneasily. rassment; whereupon, Joanna, assuning a glad, Joanna ; you don't seem to care at all “A great change, Mela,” said Joanna, stony bearing, only said

for the good fortune that has befallen me, with a sigh. “I know that I have been a “I know."

after all these years, too! I was up all last trouble and a care to you all my days, that “ Anita admits that she is chiefly to night; and yet I couldn't sleep now a wink, I can never repay all you have done for blame," tinued Pamela, with the new if I tried, for thinking of all these things that me; but, just now, you do not need me". voice and manner that belonged to Mrs. Hen- have happened so strangely, and contriving and here poor Joanna's voice almost forsook dall, “and I waive all discussion on the how to have my clothes altered so as to save her—" and the grandmamma does." subject--for the present, at least, Joanna—" expense, and yet dress to please my son-my “I am to give you up to her, then ?" cried and now it was clearly the old, original Pa- son that was taken away from me so long! Pamela, stormily. “And what do I owe her, mela that spoke—“I wish now to speak of He is mine now, before the world. Yet you that I should make such a sacrifice? It was other things," resumed Mrs. Hendall. “Miss don't appear to be the least glad!”

her fault entirely that my boy went away, Hawkesby tells me that you have this morn- “O Mela!” cried Joanna, bursting into and was lost to me all these years." ing heard---my story."

tears. “Forgive me! I am glad for you, very “ He was not lost to you,” said Joanda, “Yes, 'Mela.”

glad for you; but oh, so sorry for myself!" with gentle reproach. “Is he not restored “ It is unnecessary, then, for me to go “I wish you wouldn't, Joanna," said Pa- to you now?" over it again," said Pamela, nervously. | mela, querulously. “The judge, your grand- Nothing can ever restore the years that " Your aunt, Miss Hawkesby, is a woman of father, left you to me. One might think I've are gove," said Pamela, bitterly. character, Joanna, a woman of sterling char- threatened to abandon you. You reflect up- "O 'Mela!” said Joanna, "you pray acter. I didn't rightly appreciate her at first on me, really. Of course you are just the about every thing; did you not pray when -owing to circumstances—hut she's uncom. same to me as ever. My sister-in-law, Mrs. all this good fortune befell you unawares monly sensible. Not one in a hundred could Stargold, has acted in a most praiseworthy As for me, I know this, that God has put it understand so readily my position — my

The greater part of her property into my heart to stay with the grandmamma changed position. She has met me at once on came from—from my son's father, and she in her-extremity; and, when she Deeds me cqual ground, and has advised me most sen- voluntarily surrenders it to us—to Basil and no more, then-0 'Mela! my 'Mela! I cap. sibly. She agrees with all my views. She me, that is; and we shall all live together; not give you up forever !—then may I come thinks the details of my-story should be we couldn't refuse her that; and, of course, to you, and find you, for all your new name, known; and I don't intend to be secret in this will be the better for you."

and your new—estate, unchanged to me." this matter. Some day, I shall tell you all “ Live here at Basilwood ?" asked Joan- And, with these words, Joanna, in a wild about my life before I came here; but it is na, innocently.

outburst of weeping, threw herself into her enough, now, to say that when I was young Of course not, Joanna. What are you cousin's arms, and was comforted. She was and foolish, like you, Joanna, I allowed my thinking of ? "

comforted, because Pamela, too much overself to be persuaded into a clandestine mar- “Mela,” said Joanna, solemnly, “I am come to preach, could only clasp her and riage.thinking of the grandmamma.”

weep with her. “But I wouldn't have done that ever, 'Me. “Mrs. Basil. Yes," said Pamela, with Indeed, this new Pamela, who was bencela,” said Joanna, not without a conscious sudden recollection. “Dr. Garnet says it's forth to be known as Mrs. Hendall, was alsuperiority.

serious. But her relations must see to her." | ready beginning to resign faith in her own Joanna," said Pamela, with asperity, “You are one of her relations,” said Jo. judgment in favor of the son whom she was don't assume to sit in judgment upon those anna, sturdily.

now entitled to acknowledge before the world. that have seen more of life than you have." “Not by her permission, as I very well She loved Joanna better, because he had

“No, 'Mela,” said Joanna, meekly. know,” said Mrs. Hendall, with an angry praised her; and she admired this child, even

“I am well aware," continued Mrs. Hen. flush. “And she has nearer relations than while she disapproved, for the earnestness dall, with an access of dignity, “that those I."

with which she persisted in a course that Ruffners have not spared comment; but I am “ She has no one-no one !" cried Joan. promised nothing but hardship and difficulty. prepared for envy, hatred, and malice; and na, passionately. “She is like myself, she Nothing ! Had this long-suffering Pamela Heaven forbid that I should cast any reflec- has nobody. You have found a fortune and then learned so little from the lesson of her tions upon any one! No, Joanna ; I trust

Anita and my aunt they are recon- life? “The child does not know what she that I appreciate my position. I've had a ciled to each other. But the poor grand would undertake,” she said to herself; “just long period of trial in God's providence to mamma is alone. Mr. Arthur Fendall must when she might have all she wants, too; for prepare me for this, no doubt."

be away, you know. The poor grandmamma, is she not as much mine now as ever ? But “Yes, I know, 'Mela,” said Joanna, sad- I cannot forsake her!”

my son shall reason with her." ly. “Every thing is changed."

“ Do you owe so much to her ? " said Pa- And, soothed by this reflection, Pamela, “ Yes; and I trust that I shall accept the mela, bitterly.

by silence, seemed to acquiesce in all Joanchange in a proper spirit,” said Mrs. Hen- “She never was unkind to me,” said Jo- | na's wishes. dall, with a rising flush, and a very percepti

“She took me to ride in her carriage; But Joanna was not to be dissuaded from ble flutter. “I shall feel it my duty to study she let me pull the flowers as I pleased; she | her purpose. When Pamela's son came to whatever is becoming to my changed posi- gave me that lovely polonaise when I hadn't tell her about his mother's plans, in whicb be tion in every respect.

I've been looking a decent thing to wear; she had me at her insisted that Joanna was entitled to be conmy possessions. Many of these things dining; and she would have done more, sidered, he found her in her determinahave come into fashion again, I find, and can said so, if she had had the means."

tion to remain with Mrs. Basil. well be used. They will save unnecessary

" And shall not I now give you your “I live, and therefore I must live for expenditure, which in all cases it is a duty to heart's desire ?” cried Pamela, irritably. “I something,” she said, simply. “I am very

a son.


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