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«4 Selina Radcliffes Home. “ Have you been giving her anything ? ’ demanded Stephen, casting his surly eyes on Francis as they sat opposite to each other at dinner in the parlour. ‘“ Dying people can’t spurt up in this manner without drugs to make ’em spurt.” | Francis did not deign to answer. Stephen projected his fork, and took a potato out of the dish. Frank went upstairs when the meal was over. He had left his mother sitting on the sofa, comparatively well. He found her lying on the bed in the next room, grappling with death. She lifted her feeble arms to welcome him, and a ray of joyous light shone on her face. Francis made hardly one step of it to the bed. “Oh, my darling, it will be all right!” she breathed. “I have prayed for you, and I know—I know I have been heard. You willbe helped to put away that evil habit ; temptation may assail, but it will not finally overcome you. And, Francis, when——” Her voice failed. “T no longer hear what you say, mother,” cried Francis in an agony. ‘Ves, yes,” she repeated, as if in answer to something he had said. “* Beware of Stephen.” The hands and face alike fell. Francis rang the bell violently, and Holt came up. All was over. Stephen attended the funeral with the others. Grumbling wofully at having to do it, because it involved a new suit of black clothes. “* They'll be ready for the old man, though,” was his consoling reflection : “he won’t be long.” He was even quicker than Stephen thought. On the very day week that they had come in from leaving Selina in the grave, Mr. Radcliffe was lying as lifeless as she was. A seizure carried him off. Francis was summoned again from London before he had well got back to it. Stephen could not, at such a season, completely ignore him. He did not foresee the blow that was to come thundering down. When Mr. Radcliffe’s will came to be opened, it was found that his property was equally divided between the two sons, half and half: Stephen of course inheriting the Torr;-and Squire Todhetley being appointed trustee for Francis. “‘ And I earnestly beg of him to accept the trust,” ran the words, “‘ for the sake of Selina’s son.” Francis caught the glare of Stephen as they were read out. It was of course Stephen himself, but it looked more like a savage pole-cat. That warning of his mother’s came into Francis’s mind with a rush. And you will hear more next month. A happy New Year to you © all. JoHNNy LUDLow. - “4 -—~ Gomichbooks.com