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THE EVIL GENIUS. 45 Hearing this, Mrs. Presty showed a sudden interest in the proe ceedings. ‘‘ When do you mean to begin ?”’ she asked, ‘* At once, Mamma.” Mrs. Presty broke up the meeting on the spot. ‘** Wait till £ am out of the way,” she stipulated. ‘‘ Do you object to Herbert giving me his arm? Distressing scenes are not in his way or in mine.” Mrs, Linley made no objection. Herbert resigned himself (not at all unwillingly) to circumstances. Arm in arm, he and hig wite’s mother left the room. Randall showed no intention of following them; he had given himself time to think. ‘*‘ Weare all wrong, Catherine,” he said; ‘‘and you alone are right. What can I do to help She took his hand gratefully. ‘ Always kind! Never think- ing of yourself! I will see Miss Westerfield in my own room, Wait here, in case I want you.” After a much shorter absence than Randal anticipated, -Mrs, Linley returned. ‘‘Has it been very distressing?’ he asked, seeing the traces of tears in her eyes. ‘* There are noble qualities,” she answered, ‘‘in that poor, ill- used girl. Her one thought, as soon as she began to understand my motive in speaking to her, was not for herself, but for me, Even you, a man, must have felt the tears in your eyes, if you had heard her promise that I should suffer no further anxiety on her account. ‘ You shall see no distressing change in me,’ she said, ‘ when wemeet to-morrow.’ Allshe asked wasto be left in her room for the rest of the day. I feelsure of her resolution to control herself; and yet I should like to encourage her if I can. Her chief sorrow (as it seems to me) must be—not for the mother who has so shamefully neglected her, but for the poor lit- tle brother, a castaway lost in a strange land. Can we do noths ing to relieve her anxiety ?” ‘‘T can write,” Randal said, *‘ to a man whom I know in New York; a lawyer in large practice.” ‘§ The very person we want! Write—pray write by to-day’s ost!’ : The letter was dispatched. It was decided—and wisely de- cided, as the result proved—to say nothing to Sydney until the answer was received. Randal’s correspondent wrote back with as little delay as possible. He had made every inquiry, without success. Nota trace of the boy had been found or (in the opin- ion of the police) was likely to be found. The one event that had happened since the appearance of the paragraph in the New York journal, was the confinement of James Bellbridge in an asylum as a madman under restraint, without hope of recovery. CHAPTER VI. SYDNEY TEACHES. Mrs. PREsty had not very seriously exaggerated the truth, when she described her much-indulged granddaughter as “a@ ECOMMICELO® S (E() im