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JI’ GORDON until I found you out. Now, Napo:eon Farrell, learn 927 this—TI despise you . The shock was a terrific one. The complete facing about of his wife—the sudden and unexpected development in her character—was a stunning blow to him. He stood still while she reproached him for all her recent troubles, among which she placed the loss of Eveline, whom she had not set eyes on since the afternoon. ‘You are a cur, Napoleon Farrell!” she said, as a wind-up. ‘Go and hide your face from all here, and, above all, from me /” He wheeled about, and, as one in a state of semi- blindness, groped his way from the room, As he turned into the corridor he saw Eveline coming up the stairs. She beheld him at the same moment, and their surprise was mutual. “Hiveline,” said the schoolmaster, huskily, “ your _ mother has just told me you were dead.” $ se ef). 4 - ; } : ‘af - ne XY? ‘ tal “, 4 We) [ats eae ae “T have come back home unharmed,” replied the girl. “ Indeed, I might have returned before, but for something that happened in the castle.” “You have been there ?” ‘Where is mother?” asked Hveline. plain everything to her.” “My child,” said Mr. Farrell, “ can you not forgive me? Tloved you once, and I love you still. Itis true I did a wrong thing, but it is not for you to con- demn me.” She lifted up her face to him and he kissed her. Then she drew aside, and again asked where her mother was. He pointed towards the door of the room. ; “She will have nothing to do with me,” he said, huskily ; “try and make peace between us.” “T will do what I can,” said Eveline, and left him alone. With the step of an old man he crawled down the stairs, and, yielding to the needs of the time, sought one of the negroes to obtain food. It was Macbeth he first met, and made his wants known to him. “Me bring you sumfin’,” said Macbeth, “but you not desarve it. Dat’ere Massa Groby bery bad. He want a doctor, surely.” “ And there is none here,” said Mr. Farrell. “ Give me something to eat, and I will see what I can do for him,” “T can ex- | | | | RETURNS. 125. CHAPTER LXIV. JIM GORDON RETURNS. (p /HATEVER may have been the nature of the com- munication Hveline made: to her mother, it was. entirely satisfactory. But she could not at once bring. about the peace desired by her father—between him, and his offended wife. “ Not yet,” she said. have some stipulations to make with him first.” 66 iy Hearing of the condition of Mr. Groby, she went to: ba] 5 > s se Ca ary rie 4 ' % Gy, i} we » ; ; i Vj MEY ma \y: % tS “fs WE / ‘ ‘ . Yh oe! z4 a = q7 : * Vo" F, , ; on = ” 4, an ibis ana 2\/yL 33 f ' ae ‘ Wa , Sy oD “ W : M894, g YY, 1 G 1 oun ie rp ry /, « é ‘ i ih Lf ey, CPL 2 ; aoe, 4 a wil g 1 vs 7 2 wit = mee | 1 i Yip]? Tepes hie m+ kd i Cores esti pate re Ue Veg Uy Bag Ms 6 ,% $f ’ y LS / qs #: OS *. rr G yes, ZZ 4 Ll pi ws - ' ; { his room, and found Romeo in attendance. The negro, with rare and unexpected skill, had washed his wounds and bound them up. But the condition. of the injured man was perilous. “Where did. you get your wounds?” asked Mrs.. Farrell, quietly. Mr. Grpby looked at her miserably, and shook his. head. L ‘“‘T would rather not say,” he replied. “For the present, then, we will let the matter “ But it seems to me- rest,” rejoined Mrs. Farrell. that there is something very mysterious in the whole affair. It will, of course, be explained satisfactorily. by-and-by.” She left him, and gave orders that he was to have. whatever he required and the house commanded, but she did not go near him again. Romeo was his attendant, giving him all the time- he could spare, and he played his part of nurse ex- tremely well. Meanwhile, in the latter part of the day, when the boys were playing about outside, and the men con- versing on [the strange events up to the time that. ended in the schoolmaster’s return, Lal Brodie,. casting his eye in the direction of the castle-path, saw Jim Gordon walking towards him with his free, swinging stride. The youngster immediately set up a great shout, and drew every eye upon him. “ Jim is coming!” he shouted, pointing in the direction of the popular individual he named. Espying him, both boys and men rushed forward | to give him greeting. ‘Now, have some mercy on a fellow,’ he said, as they pressed round him; “ I am only here for a short time. I hear that Mr. Farrell has returned ?” “Ves, old Nap, the duffer, has turned up again !” shouted a score of voices. Nap, the “ duffer,” happened at that moment to emerge from the house and hear himself thus referred nN G 00 (@{ 0 ) (E{ 0) mn cS