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The Craze of Christina. 13 den, you know, and a tidy maidservant to wait on you; I would see that you had every com- fort.”’ ‘You are forgetting the terms of your uncle’s will, sir,’’ broke in the old man solemnly, with a look of stern disapproval. “Oh! with a nervous laugh, ‘‘not at all, Docker, not at all! but if you gave me warning it would not be the same as if I sent you away —eh? and I might make it worth your while, and we might just settle it amicably between us, you know?” **Mr. Clifford, sir, | beg as you will never say such a thing as that to me again!’’ had replied the immaculate Docker indignantly. ‘‘Your late uncle, sir, have in his goodness left me a competence, on the express condition that I re- mains as butler in your service so long as [ lives, the which on his death-bed I promised him todo. ’Tisn’t likely as I’m going to be a party to cheat my master of his last wishes; why, ‘twouldn’t be honest, sir! Not all the gold of India nor all the cottages on this estate, Mr. Clifford, would tempt me into such disre- spect to his memory !”’ Clifford had subsided. He had made his effort for freedom and had failed ignominously, Docker remained master of the situation, Conniclooolks. eo