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{2 OTE THRICE WEDDED, ~- 91 down in reverence and humility accordingly. He was now at home on a few days’ vacation. The squire, on entering his mansion, after the departure of the children, proceeded in deep thought to his hbrary again. When here he violently pulled a bell-rope, and then ‘seated himself in a large easy-chair, burying his face in his hands. Presently the massive door swung softly open, and a ser- vant stood respectfully awaiting his commands. Squire Moulton raised his head and said, in a harsh voice: ells Master Ralph in?” ‘No, sir,” replied the man, “‘he went fishing this morn- ing, and has not yet returned.” ‘“Well, send him immediately to me on his return. You may i With an humble bow the man disappeared. Half an hour, perhaps more, elapsed, when the sound of whistling was heard in the hall, and immediately the door opened again, and the young man in question entered. _ He was dressed with exquisite neatness, and very gentle- - manly in bearing and manners. ‘Well, uncle, John told me I was wanted here, so I came as soon as I could get off some of the fish smell—such mean luck I never had before,” he said, a vexed look com- ing into his handsome face at the remembrance. “TI did wish to see you, Ralph; be seated, for I have much to say to you.” The young man obeyed, inwardly wondering what was coming. ‘Did you ever hear me speak of a man named Robert Ellerton?” asked the old man, looking sharply at his nephew. ‘No, sir, but I’ve seen you look mighty cross if any. one — else happened to speak his name in your presence,” was the curt reply. ‘©You perhaps know that he has ason by the same name?” was the next query. “Yes, sir, ’ve met him, and he’s a tip-top fellow, for a youngster, and smart as chain hghtning!” The squire’s face was black as night at this stream of praise, which, coming from such a tenets annoyed him ex- EOmic 200 GS ae