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150 WEAKER THAN A WOMAN. and not himself. He was all that was most kind and con- siderate ; he talked to him, and won his son’s heart forever. But in everything he put Darcy first, so that people might understand all this had been done for him. Was it any wonder that when he was gone the men stood in little groups, each one praising him ? Felix followed him to the door of his carriage, and said : “My lord, your life is filled, so people say, with great and generous actions, but none could be so great, so gener- ous, so noble, as that which you have done to-day.” “T have only done justice, my dear boy,” said the earl, kindly. “Your father was an injured man; I have tried — to set him straight. Au reste, I wanted a good agent, and I have found one.” “You cannot make light of the deed,” returned Felix ; “itis a good one. My father appears to be a new man to- night; there is a ight on his face and fire in his eyes that I have not seen for long months. The miracle has been worked by you—you have removed the false reproach at- taching to hisname; I can fancy, but I cannot tell you, what our home will be like to-night. My heart beats fast when I think of the mother and the children there, my lord. I am not very eloquent, and I am moved too much for words—I can only echo my father’s request, command me as you will.” The earl was more touched than he liked to show, by the emotion on the handsome young face. “I will make you this one promise, Mr. Felix Lonsdale,” he said, ‘if ever | want a service done, or want a friend, L will come to you.” “Thank you, my lord,” responded Felix, and when the earl drove off home he knew that he had left some of the happiest hearts in England behind him. No wonder that they praised and blessed him; he was a kind-hearted man, who knew how to use his influence in a noble manner—one of those men who, to keep alive in the hearts of the people a love for their rulers, do more than many orators and statesmen put together. What a night it was! The vicar drove away soon after the earl had left, and then one by one the company dwin- dled down to about twenty. These would not let Darcy Lonsdale leave them—they had so much to say to him, and were so anxious to make up to him for their coldness, and when the host grew anxious they would not separate until they had sung “Auld Lang Syne” in chorus, Then they comicbooks.com | ' age aly wi 7 Re tik “ fy Gs its ip: .