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“ Was't a handsome prince who came and waked you up?" Alice demanded, patting Leila on either cheek with her fair little hands.
Leila was saved a reply by the entrance of Philbert, who grasped her by the hand with a clasp that spoke volumes of welcome, while his honest eyes filled with tears.
“Is there anybody for me to deal justice te ?" he asked. And, doubling his fists as he spoke, he looked as if he would deal it not over gently.
“I do not think we should many of us care for justice always," Leila answered. “Would not justice demand me to leave this house, justice to the love that gives me shelter in it?"
“Surely, Leila, you do not mean" And Philbert grew grave from gay, and drew away from her.
“Nothing, Pbilbert, but that our engagement is ended, and because I wished it, knowing my love was insufficient in return for that which was given me.”
Philbert looked dreary.
“You will never get a better love than the one you are so recklessly throwing away.”
“I never sball deserve a better," Leila answered.
Philbert looked perplexed.
It could not be that Leila had lost her heart to Lascours! Philbert scorned the idea. What then? There was Fred, and Philbert had heard all the stran:e reports concerning him and Leila, but he had not believed them, and blamed Mr. Sterne as their originator.
“One thing, Leil, you seem to forget," he said; although your disappearance has been kept as quiet as possible, many people know of it, and your good name requires that you should accept Mr. Malcolio's generous kindness and marry him."
“ Philbert, you are getting worldly,' Leila answered. “Believe me, I am acting for the best, and help me to go away from here, my more than brother!"
“Wait a little while," said Philbert; "you will think differently a fortnight hence."
“ You would make me out a greater changeling than I ain," said Leila. And Alice and Anna again advancing their claims for attention, the conversation ceased.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
BY LOUISE DUPEE.
“FAITH," said Bobbie, “it's the finest do a heap o' good to both of us. We're 80 kite I ever laid me two eyes on! It takes proud of yer, lad. Didn't the praste say the shine all off of Tim Raynor's boughten you were a famous-genius-he meant, and one!" And he fairly danced with delight that some day ye'd be a fine artist if ye had on his heavy crutches, his poor little pale yer health and got the iddication ? And face quite radiant.
Bob I inane yer shall have the iddication. “Well now, Bob,” said Jack, “you Ye can't guess what I'm going to do-where inustn't be teasing mother by staying out I'm going?” loo much in the cold to fly it. The wind Bobbie hadn't the least idea. goes right through yer ye know, poor little “Well, promise not to cry,” said Jack, misfortunate, and mother's worrying the " and I'll tell yer. It's good news, only I'ın life out of her, for fear ye'll get yer death afraid yer wont think so, at first. l'm goo'cold in this blusthering spring weather. ing to sea, Bob-I didn't tell yer before, beFor my part I'm afraid the wind'll take yez cause I thought’twould make yer feel bad, up like a dandelion-ball and drift yer off but I meant the kite as a parting gift. Capto nowhere!”
tain Hardy has made me a firsthrale offer, “No," said Bobbie, “I wont worrit the and I shall bring home such a heap o' mother, she do be so good to me, and you, inoney to mother and yer and baby !" loo, Jackie, and I'mu no good to anybody- “O Jacky!" was all poor Bobbie could only just a throuble."
utter, and in spite of himself, a teardrop “Nonsense!” said Jack, "you're niver a large and round fell on to the tip of his throuble, Bob, you're the light of mother's little peaked nose. eyes, and as for doing no good-why, yer “We wont be living on this dirty marsh by-and-by," continued Jack, "and mother children, ever since his fingers were large shan't be working the life out of her over enough to hold a pencil, he had been the washtub. Yer sball have teachers, and amusing himself by drawing pictureslearn to paint with the best of thim, and clumsy things they were of course--in imithe baby--wate little Kathleen, she shall tation of the objects around him in the go to school, and grow up like a ladythat cabin, and the trees, and birds, and hills, she shall!"
le could see from the window. And lately But Bobbie was in no mood to listen to he had taken to making portraits in charthis. What would the finest house in the coal. First he drew one of the baby, that world be to him without Jack? What would was the baby, exactly, they all said, so like money and teachers be, and Jack away, her that they waited to kiss it. There was nobody knew where—perhaps suffering in the funny little nose, that jist looked up a some dreadful storm at sea, perhaps dying thrifle, as Bob expressed it, and the round in some faraway country! How could he wideawake eyes with the laugh in them, sleep in his own little bed at night, and like life. Then inspired to greater ambition Jack at sea ? Would not the waves and by the praise bestowed upon this, he made winds be always moaning in his ears, even a picture of the priest himself as he looked on the calinest nights? and O, how long before the altar of a Sunday morning. The the days would be without the prospect of priest was a handsome man, with a noble Jack's honest freckled face to peep in at bead, and fine clearcut features, and Bobthe end! He ran into the house, and bio's artist eye recognized liis beauty, and throwing bimself at full length on the floor, it was no mean representation of it that he gave vent to his grief in such a vehement exbibited on the little square piece of pastefashion, that the baby was frightened and board after much careful labor. joined in the uproar with all her might. The proud mother carried it to the priest, The new kite was left forgotten on the grass, Bobbie hobbling along beside her, and the and at that moment there wasn't a bright priest was well pleased, and said Bobbie spot in the whole world to poor little crip- was a real genius, and would be a great pled Bobbie.
man some day, if he could only be educated. When Jack came home to tea that night, He took the picture and gave the little boy he didn't meet his usual merry welcome. a sum of money which amazed, as well as They were merry people, though they were delighted both his mother and himself. He so poor, and Jack and his mother were os really seemed to be very much interested often weary. Two years before, and a few in the little artist at the time, but afterweeks before the baby was born, the father wards he forgot all about him, for he was had died, but he had been sick for a long a selfish man, and had the care of a large time, poor soul, and wanted to go to heaven. and poverty-stricken parish. His death cast a cloud over the little dwell
As I said before, Jack missed the usual ing for a time, but they were good trustful
merry greeting from his mother and Bobbie, folks, and knew that if it had not been for when lie went bome that night. They both the best God would not have taken him, tried to smile and look as if nothing had and why should they be grieving for him happened, but it was of no use.
The sight while he was happy? Baby was a jolly of the bye, as his mother said, brought tears little thing, with a dimple tucked into every into her eyes. Bobbie bent over the picture spare corner of her pretty Irish face; the he was making of him, to hide his own mother was willing to work, and found tears, and even the baby, rosy little Kathplenty of work to do; Jack was brave, and leen, shook her curly pate mournfully at hearty, and honest, and though only fifteen Zack, as she called him, because he was years of age, did almost the work of a man,
going away tu leave her. when he could find employment; but it was “Come, Bob!” said Jack, as soon as their a country town where they lived, and the
silent meal was over, "let's go out and see kind of work that he could do was scarce, how the kite will go, just for a few minutes especially in the summer. Bobble, as Jack before dark. You'll have plenty of time to had said, was a genius; he had been crip do that wonderful picture of meself after pled by a fall when lie was a wee baby, and I'm gone, and who knows when we'll fly had always been delicate in health. In- the kite together again? I guess you can kiead of playing out of doors with the ots:er do it without looking at me face, can't yer?
Bobbie rather thought he could. Didn't and he sent them more money than they he know just precisely where every freckle had ever seen at a time, before in all their was located on that dear face? didn't he lives. He liked a sailor's life very well, only know by heart every expression the honest he wanted to see them all so much that he blue eyes could wear?
could hardly wait for the time to come “Can't I spake me own thoughts widout when he should be on his way home. Then seeing the inside o' meself?" said he, ear- they heard from him again when he was in nestly, rubbing his little white fist into his Liverpool, and the ship was preparing for eyes.
her homeward voyage. So the two went out into the cheery Bobbie was going to school, and was as April wind, and sent the kite flying like a happy as could be with Jack away; thegreat white bird over the desolate marshes, baby was growing to be a great girl, and Kathy clapping her bands delightedly from was so merry and cunning, and Mrs. Flynn her post at the window, and the mother the mother toiled on as contentedly and looking on with a sad smile. Bob's great cheerfully as ever; putting aside what she passion was a kite, though his ragged little could of the money Jack had sent, for neighbors did assure himn that kites was all Bob's education must be seen to in spite of out o' fashion long ago, and in spite of this, everything. But their affairs did not proshis new kite soon collected an eager-faced per so bravely for a long time. Just as they little crowd, and there was a great deal of were beginning to look for Jack home, a betting about how high it would go, predic- sad calamity overtook the little household. tions that it would get entangled in the tall Poor Mrs. Flynn fell and broke her arm willows, and petitions to be allowed to hold and was not able to use it again for months. the string. Bob almost forgot Jack was Bobbie was a brave little nurse, and there going away, for a little while, and that was was money enough in the house to pay the what Jack intended he should do, for more rent for two or three months, and there than all the world beside, he loved this was the prospect of Jack's coming before feeble little brother who looked up to him then, so they got along comparatively well with a sort of worship.
at first, for the poor woman forgot her pain Before either Bob or the baby was awake while hearing Jack's old letters read over the next morning, Jack was away. He and thinking of Bob's future. They had thought it would be well to spare them the not heard froin Jack for some time, to be pain of parting, but tucked a little package sure, but then was not that a sure sign that of candy under the pillow of each. Poor he was on his way home? and so Bob went, Bob! that candy was less sweet than ever without liis supper to save a penny with he bad eaten before, and all that day, which to buy the evening paper, and keep though he tried to be very brave, and com- posted on the shipnews. But the days and fort, instead of distressing his mother, he weeks went by; the closet was as bare as. could hardly keep the tears out of his eyes Mother Hubbard's; there was no coal left for one moment. They blinded him so in the bin; Jack Frost was at the height of that he could not finish Jack's picture. his reign, and still he did not come; still
“Don't fret that way, Bobbie;" said his they heard no more news from him, there mother. “ Jack's gone to earn money, so was no mention of the Heron, on the shipyou can have teachers and learn to draw list. Mrs. Flynn's arm was not strong as fine as anything."
enough to use yet, and to keep them all “But I didn't want Jack to work for me,” from starving Bob look a basket and went said Bobbie, gulping down a sob.
begging from door to door. Poor little O, yer can pay him some day! yer can Bobl he was delicate and unused to such make a gintleman of bim-fine folk it do exposure, and it was weary work travelling all, Jack says so. Jist kape thrying, me bye, about on those heavy crutches of his, and and don't fret yerself sick. And ye must the result of his labor was a lung fever. write to Jack, yer know, yer poor mother For long weeks he tossed on his little bed, doesn't know how.” So Bobbie took cour- raviug about Jack in his delirium, and dur-age, and did kape thryiog, and every day ing that time, almost every article of furnihis little sketches grew to look more fiue ture the little cabin contained was sold to and artistic. In about two months they provide the family with the necessaries of beard from Jack; he was well and happy, life. Tuen as soon as Bob was able to be
moved, they were all obliged to go to the hung on the wall placed in a rude frame poorhouse-a sore trial to Mrs. Flynn and which Bob himself had manufactured. Bob, who had a proud independent spirit, “Do you mind, Kathy, how we flew the if they were poor Irish people; but little kite the night before he went away? How Kathleen was as merry over it as if it were splindidly it did go up over the houses and the most desirable abode imaginable. everything! I don't s'pose you do, for you They were treated kindly enough there, and were a bit tiny then, and Jack could loss Bob and Kathy were great pets with the you right over his shoulder!" other inmates of the house. There was “I never saw it flied,” said Kathy, shakone old man there, who used to be a sailor, ing her bright auburn curls. “O Bobbie, who told such wonderful stories that one fly it now, that's a good boy, there's an illiwas hardly able to wink while he was tell- gant breeze! You could fly it right out of ing them, and his account of bis own ex- the windy you see.” perience gave Mrs. Flynn and Bob great “No," said Bob, rubbing his little white hope that they should one day see Jack fists into his eyes, “I couldn't bear it, deed again, though everybody seemed to believe I couldn't!" the Heron was lost.
“ Couldn't bear what, Bobbie ?” said “Lor sakes!" said he, “catch a boy of Kathy, wonderingly. “I could hold the his age to be drownded! he'll be home fore string if you arn’t strong enough, only jist long, take my word for it-a bit o' seaweed you show ine how !" to cling to's enough to save a boy. I've “Faith, 'tisn't that !" said Bobbie, “I'm been saved miraclous more’n once myself. strong enough still to hold a kite string, but What if the ship was lost, the boy wasn't!" I couldn't bear to see it a sailing away so
And Bob went to sleep every night dream- pert and happy-looking, and him that made ing of Jack and the diamond valley, and it dead." cases full of yellow tinkling coins which Kathy looked very sorrowful, and touched the old man was sure Jack had stumbled the kite with a sort of awe. upon, and which was keeping bim away so “Wait a bit," said Bob, taking a second long, though it was evident that the poor thought, “I will fly it for you, Kathy darold fellow had never met with such fortune lint. Jack would like me to, I know. It's himself.
well to kape up cheer if we can !" But the year went by, and still never a So slowly untwisting the string, he let the word from Jack, and almost broken-hearted old kite soar up from the window, guiding Mrs. Flynn took her little family away from it carefully with his little thin hand, and the poorhouse to the city, where she had following its movements with bis hollow procured work in a laundry. She was as wistful eyes. The kite did bravely, and as strong as ever now, and could not bear to Kathy had said, there was an illigant breeze. live on charity any longer.
It shook out its long tail with a graceful It was a miserable place where they lived, futter. It did not hurry, but went slowly, just on the outskirts of the city, on a marsh softly sailing toward the blue, the red letmore filthy and un wholesome than the one ters of Bob's name showing bravely on its on which they lived when Jack left them. breast. Kathy fairly screamed with delight, Hope was beginning to desert them, now; and out of the miserable houses around the very mention of Jack's name brought trooped the children great and small, to see tears to their eyes. Bob had no heart to the pretty sight. The little girls clapped work at his drawing, and grew more and their hands, the babies cooed and lifted more feeble every day. Even Kathy was their wee dimpled arms toward it, and the losing her round rosy cheeks and merry little boys agreed, though they were half ways, and sometimes during the cold win
inclined to be envious, that it was the finest ter weather the cupboard was bare again, kite ever seen, and the fire got very low in spite of all the Suddenly Bob's hand commenced to motber could do.
tremble. A stranger was coming across the Two years had gone by, and it was spring green-a tall young man in a sailor's jacket again.
who looked strangely familiar. “ Jacky will have been gone two years “ Don't jerk the string so, Bob, only jist come next Monday,” said Bob, mournfully, see how high the kite will go !” said Kathy, looking up at his brother's picture which impatiently.
But Bob did not hear; his face was very once for America, when one day he bapwbite, and then he let tbe string go alto pened to be on the pier just as one of the gether, and if Kathy had not caught it as New York steamers was about to sail. He quick as a flash, the kite would have gone was looking wistfully at the passengers, on a voyage of its own, who knows where ? who were talking so joyfully about home,
“ Arrah! and 'se found yez at last !" when all of a sudden a great cry arose, shouted a joyful hearty voice under the and Jack, from where he was standing, window. “Ah Bob, ye did well to kape could see that a little girl had fallen into the kite, else I might have gone sarching the water. Quick as thought, he jumped yez for years, yet !"
in after her, and, being a good swimmer Kathy came near doing the same thing and having strong arins, he succeeded in that Bnb had done, but she recovered her- rescuing her. She was the daughter of an self and began to wind up the string as fast American gentleman, who was just going as ever she could, greatly to the disgust of to embark for home, and, creeping from her audience, shouting, “It's Jack, 0, I the side of her nurse, to make the acquaintknow it is Jack!!'
ance of a playful dog, in her excitement In another moment, Bob was a little white she ventured too near the edge of the heap in Jack's arms, and the mother came pier, and before she could be reached, bad in and found them so.
fallen backwards into the water. The Wasn't that as joyful a moment as could father, Mr. Harris, was overwhelmed with be imagined? There was Jack safe, and gratitude, and after Jack had told him his sound, and hearty-Jack himself, and not story, he insisted on taking him home with bis ghost, Jack just as he had left them two him on the steamer, and on arriving at years ago, only he bad grown taller and New York, offered him a situation in his more manly, and was dressed like a gintle- warehouse in that city, at a salary which There was only one drawback to
made Jack open his eyes with amazement, their happiness, and that was poor Bob's it was so large. Of course he accepted sickly looks. Jack's eyes rested on him joyfully, and started for the old house, to sorrowfuliy.
find his mother, and Bob, and Kathy, “ The docther says 'tis the bad air here, with a light heart. But when he got there makes him so," said the mother, guessing he found strangers in the cabin, and uone his thoughts. “ He says there's no particu- of the neighbors could tell of their wherelar disease about him, only he's delicate,
abouts. One woman thought they had and needs a change like, and luxuries." gone to New York, but did not know for “Well, if that's all,” said Jack, bright
certain. This was about two months beening up wonderfully, “he shall be well fore, and ever since then Jack had been again before you think of it! O mother, if searching for them, assisted by Mr. Harris, I could only have found you before, I've who spared no money or pains in the effort. had such good fortune!" And putting
They had advertised for them in the papers one arm around his mother, and the other over and over again. But that night, as round Bob and Kathy, Jack told his story. Jack was returning from some errand he I sball not try to tell it in his words. had to do in that part of the city, he
The Heron was wrecked in a storm on caught sight of a kite soaring like a bird in ber homebound trip, and all on board were
the air above him, and, as he caine near it, lost, with the exception of the mate and it made a sudden swoop downward. He Jack. They clung to one of the floating saw the red letters, and recognized his own spars until a ship came by and took them handiwork. That it
Bob's kite in, more dead than alive. That ship was flashed over him in an instant, and Bob bound for China, and there, of course,
himself must be near. But from whence iley must go. Jack worked his way, and it started he could not determine, until, was treated kindly. All the trouble he crossing the green, he saw the two faces at experienced was anxiety about hone. But the window, and his heart gave one great it was a long, long voyage, and he grew leap of joy. pretty tired of the sea at last. The captain “ The brave old kite has done good serof the ship took him back with him as far vice!” said Jack, an hour or two later. as Liverpool, and Jack was trying to find a “Let's give it one more lift, to celebrate chance in some ship which was to sail at this happiest day that ever was." And