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Verena Fontaine’s Rebellion. 362 suppose, made me back into that little room, papa’s library, until he should have gone upstairs. He did not go up; he came into the room: and I hid myself behind the window curtain. I cannot describe to you how strange papa looked ; dreadful ; and he groaned and flung up his arms as one does in despair. It frightened me so much that I said nothing to anybody. Still I had not the key to it: I thought it must be about me: and the torn shirt—for I saw that, and saw him button his coat over it—I supposed he had, him- self, done accidentally. I drew one of the glass-doors softly open, got out that way, and up to the drawing-room. Then you came in with the news of Edward’s death. At first, for a day or so, I thought as others did—that suspicion lay on you. But, gradually, all these facts impressed themselves on my mind in their startling reality ; and I felt, I saw, it could have been no other than he—my poor father. Oh, Captain Tanerton, forgive him! Forgive me!” ‘“‘ There’s nothing to forgive ; I am sorry it has come out now,”’ whispered Jack, deeming it wise to leave it at that, and he stooped and gave her the kiss of peace. So this was the end of it. Of the affair which had so unplea- santly puzzled the world, and tried Jack. Jack, loyal, honest-hearted Jack, shook hands with everybody, giving a double shake to Herbert’s, and went forthwith down to Liverpool. “T will take the Rose of Delhi again, now,” he said to the Free- mans. ‘‘ For this next voyage, at any rate.” ** And for many a one after it, we hope, Captain Tanerton,” was their warm answer. And Jack and his bright face went direct from the office to New Brighton, to tell Aunt Dean. And what became of the Miss Fontaines, you would like to ask? Well, I have not time at present to tell you about Coralie; I don’t _ know when I shall have. But, if you’ll believe me, Verena took her father’s advice, sailed back over the seas, and married George Bazalgette. JOHNNY LUDLOW. -ecomicbhao SS) (SO)