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20 EPH PETERS. “How then?” — * sarong 10” “He found me. I was at the spring.” | The eld woman cast. a side-glance: at Tom, , who hid is treasure at once. “ Didn’t see him, missee.. Nebber see, him, missee, Enifo drop out ob» de oky: ‘ As this assertion. was stella i for, his mistress aod hardly help smiling, angry as she was. “No more of that, Tom. The captain gave you. that knife to let him know where ent ikgF sore: ‘told’ him. Don’t lie! I know it” Tom stood with open manta. uae staring eyes, fully con- vinced thatthe old dame was a witch. After staring at*her ‘some. five main as: he dinels his head: slowly, and weet “Now that nels pots: ‘Mairguerite; attend to what I wed to say to you. I have never asked what. has, passed between yourself and Ronald Manneri ing. Ido not wish to know; «J will. not knew. Ib is-enough for-me that it is now at am end. Do not ask me why I say it, but you shall never mix your blood with the false tide that sflonee: in the veins of Mannering. ‘Fhe French, in your nature ought, if it, doeg not, ery out against;such a union, I hate the name ofthe English. Indo not know why I married your father, unless L.was tired: of nine no. But Ae, of all his race, was very Bond to wae i ‘: But, mother” “Maggie hegan to say.’ Not a word for him. The time. aaancene phetit can hear patiently a-plea-for ene of that erafty blood. . Gay Mannering, «the father, and the baby-faced| mother I hate ~ most, The boy is not so bad, but it is. ogee that he ati his life from her breast.” ¢ she Tt aw! » “ Why do you hate them 2 Have you no lowe for me, aainer ai (i “For thee!’ | The lips of the old pani teeroblad.! “Ah, yes, for thee, as for none other, the old heart of Ann Wylde can beat. Yes, child, I love thee, and for thy sake would do much, but this, I swear, shall never be.” | _ Bhe turned yesolutely away, refusing toi converse longer with her daughter, and went sinje the cabin. Maggie, knowing her mood, dared not follow her. Sash ‘ . comicnoseecom