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1266 Old Friends Meet. day, and it don’t do to disappoint the ladies. You wouldn’t mind giving a poor fellow a bit of dinner in the servants’ hall, would you?” “Yes, I would!” answered the under-gardener, very decidedly. ‘It would be zs much as my place is. worth. I don’t know nothin’ about you, and what’s more, I don’t want to. I don’t like your looks, Mr. Tramp. You may - “ave an eye to the plate, for what I know. Go round to the servants’ offices at twelve o'clock, and ask for a slice o cold beef and a mug o’ home-bréwed, and you'll get it, very likely, and don’t you worrit me with your ques- tions any more.” The under-gardener turned doggedly away to his work, leaving the tramp to his own devices. ‘There was noth- ing for it but to prowl about and wait until evening for the return of the earl’s daughter. “It’s no use trudging back to my swarthy friends, the gypsies, he thought, “empty-handed, as I left. I may as well wait and take pot-luck here. J wish I had come a little sooner. And then I must see him!” He slouched away to a quiet spot under some lofty elms presently, and stretching himself upon the grass, fell asleep in the warm October sunshine. It was high noon when he awoke, and remembering the gardener’s words, he presented himself at the servants’ offices for his mid- day meal. is ‘It’s agin our rules—beggars,” said a_ shrill-voiced kitchen damsel. “Howsumever, here, and be off with you!” She brought him broken meat and bread, and a draught of home-brewed, and Lady Evelyn’s pensioner partook of the refreshment, and once more slouched back to his lair. © : “s The October sun was low i1 the golden western sky, and the evening wind was rising fresh from the ocean, ere the hunting-party returned to Warbeck Hall. They swept up the noble avenue, a brilliant cavalcade, with soft laughter and animated faces, the last of the procession— _ superb to see—Lady Evelyn Desmond and Mr. Vivian Trevannance. The tramp stood boldly out under the waving elms as 3 they rode up, clearly defined in the golden glow of the