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Philip Twyford’s Exchange. - 239 “Imposing! pray, how so, sir?” asked Philip, bridling up for the ladies when so ugly a word was used. “My dear boy,” returned his uncle, rising and putting his hand on his nephew’s shoulder, ‘‘you jump too suddenly at conclusions. Miss Phillimore ts the heiress.” Philip turned deathly pale: then sank on to his chair, buried his face in his hands, and groaned aloud. “It is too bad,” he moaned ; ‘they did not know what they were doing.” “Cheer up, Phil. I said before, ‘go in and win,’ and I say it again,” said the Squire. “Sir!” replied the young man, “that is impossible. Had she been penniless I could have begged her to remember me and to walt... . but now... . no, never. It is cruel, sir, cruel, I say. Bid them good-bye for me, for I cannot.” Philip pressed his uncle’s hand, and before the old man had recovered from his surprise, was running with all the speed of his long legs towards the barracks. The steamer with Philip Twyford on board put in at Malta, and there a letter by the Marseilles mail was awaiting him. It was as follows : ** Dear Mr. Twyford, ‘My guardian has told me everything. Jeannie and I are so sorry we played you such atrick. I have always hated my money, and felt inclined to do so more than ever when it prevented you from saying good-bye to us yourself. But nowI find the advantage of wealth. For want of it, you were unable to say, ‘Come with me;’ with it I can say, ‘Come back to me.’ I remain, ‘¢ Yours sincerely, * LETITIA PHILLIMORE, “P.S. I hope you will not despise me for my behaviour. o ¢¢ LETTIE.”’ Mr. and Mrs. Philip Twyford now hunt together with the Pytchley hounds and charm the Squire with the sight of perfectly-bred hunters. The old man says he has lost his nerve and prefers quiet riding. Philip respects this preference and is often to be seen ready to open gates for his uncle and keep him out of harm’s way. CONNIE OO KSneO m