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CHAPTER XV. Between six and seven o’clock on the next evening, an elderly man, dreSSed like a gentleman farmer, hastily entered the shop of a picture dealer, situated in the West End, and asked, in a nerVOus, impatient manner, to inspect some very pretty water-color drawings, that were in‘ the window. The shopman produc- 0d them. Instead, however, of exâ€" amining the picture itself, the genâ€" tleman seemed chiefly interested in the back of it. It was growing dusk, but the gas was not yet light; ed; so, putting on a pair of spec« tacles that he took from his waist- coat pocket, to the door, and carefully examined the blank surface at the back. In one corner was faintly inscribed in penCil the word "Clara." With an exclamation of pleasure. and a. brightened face, he went back to the counter, and asked the shopâ€" man for the address of the painter. The young man hesitated. "I beg your pardon, sir,” he said, “but it is not usual to give the adidrcSSes of l the ladies and gentlemen who work for us without their permission." These same waterâ€"color drawings were in some request at the time, from the poetical and dreamy beauty of the subjects, and an original and almost Turneresque style of treat- ment; and the shopman probably Suspected that the snares of some opposition trader, anxious to secure the services of the artist for himâ€" self, lay hid-den under the simple request. "Let me see your master,” said the gentleman, sharply, observing the man's hesitation. In a few minutes the principal him- self came forward. "I wish to purchase all the draw- ings you have by this artist, and at the same time to be favored with her address. Suspectin-g the same motives as the man, the master was about to decline not only to give the address, but to sell more than one of the drawings, when the wouldâ€"be cus- tomer stopped him. "I am not asking this for the gratâ€" ification of idle curiosity,” he said, little less excitedly. "The lady believe to be a very near and dear ‘member of my family, whom I have ijgost sight of for several yearsâ€" ?‘i-Whom I believed to be dead. A litâ€" tle time back I came up to Lon-don .to endeavor to follow up a. slight clew that I had obtained in a very singular manner. Five days ago I was looking in at the window of a picture dealer's in the Strand, when I saw exposed for sale a. waterâ€"color painting, representing my own cotâ€" tage town in Suffolk. I have just such a. picture at. home, and there was a peculiarity of touch about this one that led me to believe, wild as the thought seemed then, both were the work of one hand. I went into the shop and purchased the picture. I was not deceived: In- scribed in a, corner at the back was the word "Cla.ra.' But the Sales- man could give me no information about the artist; they had bought it about two years ago, with sevâ€" eral others, of a young girl whom they had never seen since. My ne- phew dined with me that day, and I told him of the circumstance. He at once requested the affair to be left in his hands, as, with his su- perior knowledge of London, he would be far more likely to trace her than I should. He came to my hoâ€" tel last night to tell me that he had ' when I caught ltuire in the corner. he carried the picture» that - inquired, and caused others to inâ€" quire of every likely picture dealer in London whether they hmd in their possession any drawings or paint- ings inscribed with such a signature; but he had not met with the slight- est success. As this was my last day in London, I thought I would take a look round the picture shops myself. I have been about all day, sight of these. I thought they looked like her work, and, sure enough, here is her signaâ€" Yet stay a moâ€" ment; to make assurance doubly Sure, I will show you her likeness, pointed some six years ngo. You will then \be able to tell me whether it is the same.” He produced the identical minia- ture that Silas had found in Little Bethlehem, and which, it will be 1eâ€" membered, he had left in a pocket of the clothes deposited with Jona- than Rodwell. ’l‘he shopkeeper hesitated no longâ€" er, but at once handed over to him the required address. The gentleman purchased the pictures at a very lhiandsome price, got into a cab that ‘the shop boy had fetched for land drove aWay in the direction of the northwest. He arrived at Mrs. Wilson’s about leitght o'clock, and knocked at the door. To his inquiries the servant treplie-d, “Miss Clara, has gone with and I do until missis to the play house: pot expect she will be home late." "Does she frequent places of amuseâ€" ment much? Is she often out of an . evening? : ' , "Oh, dear, no; this is the first time I have ever known her to go; she is never out very late." “How unfortunate! But I must see her to-night, at whatever hour she may return. Iwill come baCk at twelve." Mary looked very much astonished at the idea of such a late visit. Mr. Jonathan Rodwellrof course the reader has long since recognized him vâ€"orderod the cabman to drive tothe nearest hotel, where he engaged a bed, and Waited impatiently the passing aWay of time. At twelve o’clock he knocked again at Mrs. Wilson‘s door. They had not returned. “Would Mary perâ€" mit me to come in and wait?" Mary did not like the idea. of axilnitting a stranger at such an hour. and she DB. A. W. GHASE'S CATABRH CUBE ... 259- ]: sent direct to the diseased £13.11: by the Improved Blower. cal: the ulcers, clears the air passages, stops droppln s in the throat and Imam-m y cures Calarrh and ay Fever. Blower free. All dealers. or Dr. A. W. Chase . Medicine Co., Toronto and Buffalo. alone in the house. "But he looks ta gentleman,” she thought, "and he is old' enough to be my father.” “Don’t be afraid; I am not a burâ€" glar, my dear," said Mr. Jonathan, smiling, and slipping a. fiveâ€"shilling piece into her hand. That was a. guarantee of morality and good character not to be doubtâ€" ed. He Walked into the parlor, and Mary lit the lamp. There were sevâ€" eral unfinished paintings upon the table, some Berlinâ€"wool work, sevâ€" eral books and knickâ€"knacks belong- ing to Clara. Examining these with loving attention, he passed away the time, still, however, listening eagerly for the sound of her return. One o’clock by his watch, and still 300i Se tiles 0n the Kidneys Hence the Backaches, Rheumatic Pains and Lum- bagoâ€"Dr. Chase’s Kidney-Liver Pills Prompt to Relieve and of Lasting Benefit. It is not only the lungs that suffer ed by, the experience and integrity of during the cold, damp seasons. The kidneys are almost equally susceptiâ€" ble to sudden changes of temper- ature, and many a. serious case of kidney disease has its beginning with a. cold, which settles on the kidneys. Persons working cut of doors are most likely to be victims of such troubles and sufier fram backaches, lumbago, rheumatism and crippled, aching limbs, but anyone is liable to sit in a draught or expose his back to a. current of cold air. . Cold settling on the kidneys causes Congestion, a clogging of these filterâ€" ing organs and consequent derange- meat of the whole digestive and ex- lcretory systems. The liver fails to Imorn-k, the bowels become constipated and the stomach gets upset. ', Because of their direct arid com- lbined action on these organS, Dr. QChnse's Kidney Liver Pills are of most prompt and most lastiu beneâ€" fit for such derangements. ey are sum-n h their eflects and are backâ€" Dr. A. W. Chase, the famous mint Book author. Wm. Boyne, of 19 McGee St., Toronto, says: “I was afflicted seâ€" verely with kidney disease, stone in the bladder, incontinence, deposits in the urine, severe pains in the buck, and strains over the loins. I was so bad that I had to get up two or three times in the night and could then pain. Itcâ€" “Though long a sufferer and unable ‘ to work, I was confined to my bed for three weeks, and during that time thought I could not possibly endure greater misery. It was then that I began to use Dr. Chase's Kidâ€" ney-Liver Pills. It is with gratiâ€" tude that I say that they have freai me of all these symptoms, and made me a. well man." Dr. Chase’s One pm a. dose; 25 cents a box; at all dealers or Edmanson, Bates & 9a.. Toronto; him, ' only make Water with greatl Kidneyâ€"Liver Pills. . they had not come. He was growâ€" “lg “11“!13)’; he could not stand still; he “'ullxtd up and down the room. with his watch in his hand, count~ ing the minutes. The rumble of wheels at lust. lle run out to the (loor; the night was (lurk; he could not percehe any object; but faster unvrl imtcr, nenrcr and nearer. come the roll of the whet-ls, until they stopped before the house. CHAPTER XVI. I will now my personal nnrrntivc. The reader will probably remember that Monday night had been fixed ‘bctwccn Clara, myself, and Mrs. fl‘iilson for our visit to the tlu‘ulrc‘. Having hml to wait a vcry unreaâ€" sonable time for the old lady to Complete her toilet, we did not :.r- Five :11, Drury Lane until ncnrly halfâ€"past seven . A man‘nitccutly mounted spectacular drama was at like time in the'hcight of its popuâ€" llnrity; the consequence was, that .when we presenttd ourselves at the lpit play plalc, we were informed ,Lhnt every seat was full. At thc lupper boxes we were received with the some intimation. (‘lura would lhave tried every part of the house, ‘up to the. stalls, but Mrs. :Would not hear of it; lll'4’1f‘0’l, she (onâ€" lSldel‘C‘d she had strained a point in consenting to our application at the upper boxes. "My poor dear husâ€" band that‘s dead and gone, my ,dcur, always sat in the pit. and nevâ€" l'CS‘lllllO ‘er would sit, anywhere e'sc," slie‘ said ornculnrly; “but in those days there were no stalls, and only the ,aristocrncy Set in the boxes. But ‘if we Can't get in there, there are‘ [plenty of other theatres in London, and most of them close by." On the opposite side of the road was a row of bill boards of various theatres. We crossed over to read them. "Here is the play, my dear," cried Mrs. Wilson, suddenly; "the ‘Lady of Lyons.’ 1 saw it the very first night it was performed, and a lovely play it is, too. You will be delighted with it. Let me see which house it is at. The Corinthian. Oh, that. is close by. We can get ithere in a few minutes." So to the Corinthian we went. The first piece was a short farce, and the house did not begin to “11 until “that was over; and then the theatre presented a, lively appearance. ‘(e took our seats in the pit, just as the curtain rose wpon the “Lady of Lyons." I soon forget myself in the absorbing interest of the play. The principal parts were in the hands of two admirable art- istes; and as the situations gradualâ€" ly rose. until they attained the grand climax that terminutcs the fourth act, in which, to the inspirâ€" ing sounds of the "Marseilleisc," Clauide tears himself from the arms of Pauline to join the army of the republic, the enthusiasm of the audi- ence burst all bounds. The house rang with cheers, and braves, and frantic applause. In the midst of the tumult I heard a. faint cry close to my ear. I turned sharply round; Clara had fainted from over excites ment. When the applause had subdued, the event caused some little commo- tion in our immediate neighborhood, and the murmur of “A young girl has fainted!" was quickly communiâ€" cated to the boxes, and the opera. glasses were leveled at us. Luckily, Mrs. Wilson was provided with a smelling bottle. This partially reâ€" vived her â€"â€" at least sufficiently to admit of her being led out of the pit into the air. As I was leaving my seat, with Clara leading upon my arm, I notic- ed a stage-box in the upper tier. There, attentively observing us through a lorgnette, was Mr. Rodâ€" well. As quickly as possible I turnâ€" ed away, filled with that vague, boding fear which always oppressed me at the sight of that man. Both Mrs. Wilson and myself were for returning home immediately, but Clara. would not hear of it. “Oh, no, no!” she cried; “I would not miss seeing the end for any con- sideration. I am very well now, and I will keep myself so calm durâ€" ing the rest of the performance." Presently, a man came and seated himself in the rear of us. I thought I recognized him as an employe beâ€" hind the scenes, and I kept my back toward him, lest he should recognize me. As the play drew toward a close, I felt a hand laid upon my shoulder, and on turning round, saw that this man bud risen from his seat, and was making signs to me. Clara and Mrs. Wilson were breathâ€" lessly intent upon the scene, which was the last. I glanced at them, rose quietly, and moved away withâ€" out their being conscious of my movement. “You are wanted behind," said the mrul, in a Whisper. ery Wants you directly. If the laâ€" dies miss you, I will look to them till you come back." "Do not tell where I have gone," I said. He nodded his head. I passed through the pit entrance. and went round to the stage door. 1MP. Montgomery had been playing tan ofllcer in the previous scene, and iWaS still in his stage dress. “Oh! one of the Parts you copied 'in the new drama has been lost, and you will have to do another,” he said. “Wait a moment, and I will .bring you the MS.” l He left me. Several minutes lelapsed, and he did not return. I was 'becoming uneasy at my absence from gmy companions. Then I heard the Curtain fall. I was just going to fleave, when Mr. Montgomery came up to me again. dressed for the street. Wilson ' “Mr. Montgom- ‘ '.‘l can't find it now, Silas; I willl bringr 1t honu- with lllL‘, and you can do it toâ€"morrmv." \‘cxcil nn:l annoyed at. this trilling, I ran to llll' front of the lllllloi‘. l hail not stood there many SOC- onds before 1 saw ibrs. \\il>‘on lurc- lng herself through the Crowd, and lookngr wiliilv :il‘out hrr, 5110 had caught at sight of and recogniyod me in an instant. m"\\here is Clara?" she cried, gasp- mg for breath. "\\hy, 1 left her with you!" “I have lost her in the crowd. Sonic nun rushed Letueen us and rcpnrutml her from Inc; and from that moment 1 have lost Eight oil her. Look about you. She must be in the sire-rt." Up and uown. in and out, the lcrowri, here, there, and everywhere. I eagerly sought. for her, but she; was nowhere to be sewn. Mrs. \\il-1 son, staining in a doorway, tremâ€"l bling and wringing her hunus, soon'i collected u small crowd around llL'I‘. "liud they SCl'll a. young lady, in: a black dress, with long, golden‘ hair?" she uevr'r (reused asking. “Yes. 120 had seen a young son answering the description. had lccn one among the first of the crowd to come down the pus ale. She looked as if she had lost some one. When she got into the street, a )oung man touched her upon the arm and said something which he, the policeman, had not, heard; but whatever it was, she walled away with him. Then he lost sight of ,lier." '1 his increased our alarm a bunâ€" clredfold. l‘erhnps it was not Clara? But the hopeful doubt was soon reâ€" Iroxcd by' the man's minute de‘ scri; tion. - "I could not help taking notice of her," he said. “for I thought she was the prettiest girl I ever saw. lul, depend upon it, you’ll find it all right; She‘s gone for a stroll with some young man." llut dpon this suggestion l'elng in- dignantly rebutted by myself and Mrs. Wilr-On, he said: “Well, if you think it's a case of abduction, you’d Letter come along with me to Low street." “What was the man like?" I askâ€"- per- ‘ She l ed. “0h, he was a youngish, smoothâ€" fnced l‘e‘low, with a cap on," was the reply. The very man ire out of the pit. then; but by whom originated, for what purpose? “Take a cab; go to Bow street at once, and I will follow you in a few minutes." Back I rushed to the stage door. Ilad Mr. Montgomery left the tlie-, atie? He had followed out at my heels, was the answer. Suddenly I bethought me of the public house. Away I ran thither. No; they had not been there that (Evening. Then I went down to Bow street, where I found Mrs. Wilson, more dead than alive, giving her deâ€" position. "Are you quite certain that the young~ lady has not gone off of her OWn free will? - some sweethearting case, perhaps â€"â€" only for a. little walk â€"â€" met some one she knew, and had missed you, he ’ suggested the down who had beckoned It was a plot, and has taken her _ functionary who was taking the depositions. “Pray disabuse your mind of such an idea; the young lady in questlon has no friends in London, except those you see here â€" knmvs no othâ€" ers â€" associates with no others.” earnestiess of my error, for from that time he us a more serious attention. "Let me sec; the young lady's name is Clara ~â€" what?" he said, looking over the evidence. “It is the only name I have ever known her by." answered Mrs. Wil- soo, awkwardly. “And you say you upward of two years? strange! You had better tell me all you know concerning her. _ Cir- cumstances that may appear instig- nificant to you may be the very things we want to put us on the track.” Mrs. Wilson knew, which, was very little. . H Mrs. Wilson expressed her intention of issuing bills early the next mornâ€" ing, ollering a reWard for her disâ€" covery. There was nothing more to be done in that place, for the cab was waiting. and I persuaded hen to return home immediately. 5th imâ€" plored me to accompany her. be; J would search the neighborhood; I might ChanCC to get some 110111555: binding that, all her entrentics were utterly in vain, the old lady very reluctantly departed alone. Mr. Jonathan was stairding on the doorstep when the cab drove up. Before the cabmnn could descend from the box he had the door open; "Where is she â€"- where is Clara? cod, seeing but one person w 1th- she has lived with That is told him all she as the reader knowe, he as! in. . '. ’l‘oo utterly terrified Hand bewilder- ed to think of the oddity of such a question from a stranger whom” she had never seen before, Mrs. “llson could only gasp, “She is goneâ€"run away with." Ten minutes afterWards Mr. Jonaâ€" than lumped "into the cab that had brought her home, and which Bhell had ordered to stay. To the (ow, Street Police Station as fast as you can drive, and you shall have a sex- creign," he cried. * * D 'I I I i All that night I wandered about in a frenzied state up and down the aport ion ilhis work. ‘Flrlmond, Que. 'uncle at L'Assomption. 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