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3 | | MOTHER AND SON. rpice | 23 - ‘There could be no aaike now, “aud Guy looked at his Yr other with a flush growing on his cheek, and the color i og ea in his dark eye. _ “Why do you speak so, mother ?” _ “How else should I speak when my son comes to ‘me % ‘ nd calmly tells me that he has entangled himself with some unknown person ?” _ Guy rose from his stool and looked at his mother ina way that might well be incomprehensible to her, for never *before had he had toward her the feeling that animated him then. But he did not lose the calm, even tone that ‘had become more pronounced since his discovery of his mother’s anger. “You are speaking of ‘Violet Lisle, mother,” he said, “ Sardvoly, “but I must forgive you, since you do not know. ‘her. in future I beg you to avoid such words as ‘person’ ‘and ‘entangled’ in speaking of her. Say what you will, jask me what you will of her, but do not fora moment for- ret that you are speaking of my future wife.” __ Lady Darlington looked up at her tall son, and saw in im the man she had never before realized. There was’ Bemating startling in the sudden change in him from the “gay, pliant son to the grave, dignified man; but the mother clung to the belief which had grown up with him, that he could not gainsay her. In all these years she had “not come to know the man that was hidden under the lov- ‘ing son, and to her this betrayal of dignity was but a pass- — ing phase of emotion, and she went on in the. path she had -mapped out, and which was to lead her whither bitter sor- : “ And you, Guy,” she said, sternly, “do you forget that “it is to your mother that you are speaking?” “No, I do not forget it. Had I forgotten, my words — would have been different.” Then his manner suddenly changed, and the old affectionate look darted into his eyes. “Come, mother, do not let any difference come be-‘ tween us. Think cf all these years since ever I can remember, when until now there has not been a word ex- _ cept of love and kindness from each to the other.” | __ He knelt by her side, and took her hand and smiled at her in his own sunny way, and she could not but soften and smile back at him. But the pride of caste and of authority, that ruled her, would not let her yield to him, but rather she would interpret his loving grace to mean E wignbenese; and that made her firm to go her way, when - for the last time she might have turfied ang Lupe was well: