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‘m o2 “the pros- !” and sat with ve streets fly by, , until Blooms- ab had startled f their normal came to doors 1 between them stark form of a oor before they d not ehoose to the little dingy jining, and laid the tug of war ring sister now, ve frightened a alp it, upon my t of frenzy; “if all about it.” y, Duke poured idering ears of o yourself, Ro- a deg in the half an hour, mself where he eo him Jlike that, inute: tell him hatteving there answver; “that m shoitiy, and kends. If Mr. npietion of the He elapped on ‘2 practitioner, | {ay ir snite of as he sat up, a burst of sun- , and Rosanna slemnity. Was > fall?” strange to tell you. — “Rosanna!” Ff Told in the Twilight. G5 he in for ‘: already? - “Was the justice of the king about to = “What is it, Rosanna?” he hazarded. “— “Duke,” responded Rosanna, “I have something very That child has a locket, with a man’s -% picture and lock of hair, round her neck. Duke, the picture @ and hair both belong to that sick man.” . is true. Look for yourself, if you like. It’s my opinion he’s the child’s father !” * “I think it’s uncommonly likely,” said Duke. “We'll try “Sand find out before he goes, Rosanna. If we’re‘to bring up * Mistress Polly, it strikes me I should like to know her name “sat least.” a By Sunday Mr. Hawksley had sufficiently recovered to be “able to thank his friends and tell them that he must leave the country without delay. ™ Duke was filled with curiosity, but deferred making any a inquiries till the evening, when the stranger voluntarily told his eventful story. CHAPTER X. TOLD IN THE TWILIGHT. “You wonder, very likely.” Mr. Hawksley began, with per- ° fect abruptnessg, “that I should take a journey all the way across trom New York, and only remain three or*four days xefore going vack. You wii! wonder more, when I tell you hy « came: J eame to finé my wife.” . And-—yov have found ner?” ventured Duke, half alarmed say his own temerity. “Found her, and lost her forever, in the same hour.” “She is dead?’ Duke had hazarded again. Yes.” ‘fawksley said, in e strange, compressed sort of cice. “Uead--dead. Would you like to hear the history of | ‘We vay nas been a tailure? I feel in the mood to-night — for the first time in two years—for the last time perhaps in ny life. A romantic story, my good fellow,” with a sort of augh; “of how the son of a yeoman won and lost ‘a lady of high degree,’ as the oid song has if. A yeoman son, educated ~#ar and above his sphere, by an eccentric godfather well-to- “sac in life, and started to push his fortune at the age of wenty-two, as secretary to 2 gentleman in the House of #ommons. If fulfilled my duties, it appears, so satisfactorily, aa ad was willing to receive such very slender wages, tha: my, a. * — fr ° «a Ce, comicbooks.com