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24 Edina. “* Then—it is sure to come to the Major’s eldest son?” “‘As sure as sure can be,” affirmed Jetty, replenishing his pipe at his lodger’s invitation. “The Major would not be likely to will it away to anybody else.” “Tsaw two young men in the pew to-day: one quite young, scarcely out of his teens, I should say; the other some years older. Which of them was the son?” “Oh, the youngest. The other is a nephew; Mr. Frank Raynor. He is very good-looking, he is: such a pleasant face, with nice blue eyes and bright hair. Not but what Mr. Charles is good-looking, too, in a different way.” “ Mr. Charles looks to me like a bit of a puppy,” freely commented the Tiger. “And has a haughty air with it: as though he were king of the country and all the rest of us his subjects.” “Well, he is a bit haughty sometimes,” acknowledged the. carpenter. “ Folks have found him so. He is just home from Oxford, sir, and I fancy he has been spending pretty freely there: Lamb just said a word to me. But if you want pleasant speaking and cordial manners, you must go to the nephew, Mr. Frank.” “What is Ae doing here?” dryly asked the stranger, after a pause. ** He is a doctor, sir.” ‘*A doctor? Is he in practice here ?” “Oh, no. He is waiting to set-up in London, and staying down here till he does it.” ‘‘ What is he waiting for?” “Well, sir, for money, I guess. The Raynors are open people and don’t scruple to talk of things before their servants, so that there’s not much but what’s known. When the late Mrs. Atkinson died, a good deal of stir arose about some money of hers that could not be found: thousands and thousands of pounds, it was said. It could neither be found, nor the papers relating to it.” ‘Ts it not found?” asked the Tiger, stroking his silky beard. “Not yet. The Major is anxiously waiting for it: not a day passes, Lamb says, but he is sure to remark that it may turn up the next. Mr. Frank Raynor is to have some of this money to set him up in practice.” ‘Did Mrs. Atkinson leave no money to him ?—He must have been ' a relation of hers?” “‘Oh yes, she left money to him. I forget what it was now—a good sum, though.” ‘‘Why does he not set-up with that?” questioned the Tiger wonderingly. ; ‘He has spent it, sir. He and his young wife went abroad, and lived away, I suppose. Any way, the money’s gone, Lamb says. But Mr. Frank’s as nice a fellow as ever lived.” Ql comicbooks.com