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J‘Yes, she’s told mer-and oh! well, I’m sure I don’t know how- ever to believe it.” In speaking, she put her head a trifle on one side, and cgst a be- seeching glance through herr eye- lashes at Lady Murtindale. “I’m sure its awfully good of you to come and look for me.” There was a sudden uplift’ing of those innocent eyes, an- equally raâ€" pid revelling of them with their curling lashes, and before Mrs. Dawson could speak, Violet said softly: « “I want to find out all about you,” she said, more‘gently than she had yet spoken, putting her hand on the girl’s shoulder, “there are a, great many questions to be asked and answered, and a great many proofs to be produced before we can be certain, but I think, per- haps, you may be my husband’s daughter.” “And you are Violet?” Lady Marv .tindale asked. “You have told her why I asked to see her, Mrs. Daw- son '1” The cockney accent jarred on her listener’s ‘ears, but the childlike ap- peal in her eyes touched some soft spot still ’left in Gertrude’s heart. Directly shesaw Lady Martindale her giggling ceased. ,The visitor’s quiet dignity of bearing subdued the girl, who had never before come face to face with anyone the least like this tall woman. She shrank closer to Mrs. Dawson, her eyes dropped to the faded carpet;. she was embarrassed with an embarâ€" rassment that was for once unâ€" feigne-d. By nature she was- a poseuse, but this was no pose. “Ma said that, too,” Violet an- swered, an awed expression in her eyes, an increduIOus smile parting her lovely lips; “my goodness, I didn’t believe her when she told me about it. All this time I just thought I belonged here, and now, lor’! it does seem funnyâ€"like a stbry bookâ€"if I don’t belong here at. all.” “The lady’s quite right, Vi,” Mrs. Dawson said soothingly, as a. shadow fell over the girl’s face, “it wouldn’t be me, if I didn’t say, ‘make as Strict an enquiry as ever you can.’ I was always one to be open and above board; there’s noâ€" thing the solicitors can’t see into whenever her ladyship wishes.” “Would you-would Iâ€"â€"â€"” Violet began eagerly ,her eyes fixed on Gertrude’s face, when the landlady again broke inâ€" “We have to find out exactly where you do belong,” Gertrude Martindale said; “nothing can be decided until my solicitors have looked into every detail._” “Ofrcourse, if the solicitors was to find everything rightâ€"which they will findâ€"why, then, it’ll be a sad day for me, though a joyful one for you, Vi. It ain’t likely as I shall take it easy partin’ with a. child what has been like mv own for eighâ€" teen years.” Into Violet’s liquid eyes came a. shadow of sadness, her mouth drooped at the corners, she turned to the landlady with a; little impulsive gesture. An already elaborately‘curled fringe had been curled with addiâ€" tional elaboration; it hung over her forehead and ears in an untidy con- fusion of small ringlets. A pale pink blouse, cut exaggeratedly low at the neck, and surmounted by a. row of imitation pearl beads, had an absurd air of incongruity, worn, as it was, with a serge skirt that was both shabby and dirty. But the face that looked out from its frame of untidy curls was an extra.- Drdinarily pretty oneâ€"nay, Ger- trude had to own that it was more than pretty; it was quite lovely. Big eyes, tran‘slucently blue in color, with the appealing glance of a child, looked shyly out from under long, uurling lashes; in the cheeks mant- led the dainty ‘pink of a briar rose; the mouth was exquisitely curved; the oval of the face was perfect. “Would I have to go away from you, ma?” she said. “I don’t know how I should be able to put up with living away from you. Would I have to g; rigHb away" from here '2” she asked, turning back to,Gertrude, and speaking in fal’geripg fmccenjss.‘ ‘r-v-lhâ€" â€".â€"_â€"v __ Wâ€"v_ quickly flop! coudlu. cun- cona. befii “0 duo“ udluw - I I 25 can. 511170113 Gym A (Sloubt Ehrust itself into Lady A DIPFICULT SHUAHQN; CHAPTER VI.â€"â€"â€"(Cont’ d) OR, THE END CROWNS ALL. “They were in the bag that be- longed to the pore dear, Vi’s‘mo- ther. Mr. Marsh, he left the bag bahind Wm in all his trouble, pore young feller, and he never come back for it, nor left no address for ..-. . o . “orb; Mama of Gertrude looked at the woman, her heart throbbing painfully. It seemed to her that Godfrey’s anti- cipation and her own were about to be fulfilled to the letter. If this 'girLâ€"this . lovely, mincing little cockn-eyâ€"were actually Jasper’s daughter by at former marriage, Godfrey would no longer ultimate- ly inherj‘t the estates of Standon Towers; she herself would no lonâ€" ger have any right to remain in the house of her married life. A vision ’of the small dower house at the bot- tom of the park rose before her mental vision, but she showed no outward traces of the tumult raging within. “Yes, I should like to see what you have that belonged to Violet/S mother,” she said, “and the mar- riage lines, too. Were they left in your care 1” ‘ V him again. I kept the things in the bag, and you’re welcome to look them over.” § It was a. painful little collection that lay presently upon the dining- room table, under Gertrude’s eyes. A lump rose in her throat: her eyes grew misty, as her hands fingered the commonplace articles that had belonged to the dead girl. There were very few of them. An ebony brush with a silver M upon it; some old scraps of lace; a pair _of well~ worn shoes; a, broken workâ€"box; some articles of clothing, a blotting- book, and a tiny prayer-book bound in silver. This last Gertrude open- ed with reverent fingers, reading on the fly-leaf the words: “And these are the marriage lines.” Mrs. Dawson’s voice inter- rupted Gertrude’s train of thought awakened by the inscription in the prayer-book; “They was put hway careful in that blottingâ€"book.” “FromrMarjory. For Remem- brance. Hasleme're. 1 April 17th, 1883.” The date was one of nearly nine- teen years before, and Gertrude wondered what special event that prayer-book memorialised. Had it been the first meeting of Jasper and the blue-eyed girl of the miniature? Had April 17th been their wedding day? or what remembrance did the prayer-book stand} Lady Martindale unfolded the paper held out to her, and her eyes ran down the official form which set beyond a doubt the truth that Jasper had been married before he met her. The copy of the marriage certificate was written in a clear, scholarly hand, and set forth thatâ€" “Jasper Marsh, bachelor, had married by licence, in Haslemere Parish Church, on April 17th, 1883, Marjory Falkner, spinster, in the presence of two witnesses, John Smith, Parish Clerk, and Martha Smith, his wife.” Martindale’smind. Was this speech elaborate acting, or was it genuine? Were the girl’s gestures feigned or real? She felt'ashamed of her doubts, for there were actually tears in Violet’s eyes, and her lips quiveredâ€"yet she doubted. “I was thinkin’,” -Mrs. Dawson said, her eyes watching Lady Mar- tindale with furtive anxiety, “you might like to see what I’ve got beâ€" longing to Violet’b father and mo- ther, likewise her mother’s marri- age lines.” App-ended to the certificate was the signature of the clergyman, David Allnutt. “Thank you;” Gertrude said, when she had finished reading the above, “it seems quite plain and straightforward, but my solicitor will look into it allâ€"andâ€"I suppose you had the baby christened?” “I cannot say anything definite this morning,” was Lady Martin- dale’s reply. “my solicitor, Mr. Strachey, will call here and will go into all the necessary investiga- tions. After that, we can decide about the future.” “Well, no, your la/dyship. We bei dissenters, we didn’t hold wit it. But Ishe was registeredâ€"- my pore husband, he run out and registered her, as the pore father couldn’t think of such things, with his wife dead. So my husband reâ€" gistered her, and not knowing the gentleman and lady’s names, he just put J. and M. Marsh for the par- ents‘ He come home and tell me. “Oh, yes, yes! it is her own by right, Godfrey, and I am going to do my duty By her, because I feel I ought to do it. But the task is not inspiriting, and, I feel none of the exaltatiori conscious virtue ought to bring. 1 don’t like the girl, and I can’t pretend to like her, but I don’t grudge her the inâ€" heritance. I only wish she was a lady.” Lady Martindale’s lips closed in a way that Godfrey had once thought a delightful indication of the determination of character he had admired in her. He did not feel quite sure now that the sharp closing of her mouth did not indicate a hitherto unnoticed hard- ness in her beautiful face. And as she lifted her eyes, the conviction forced itself upon him that their expression too was hard. Although he recognized the truth of her words, he felt illogically vexed with her for‘comparing her newly-found step-daughter to a milliner’s assistâ€" With a sigh Lady Malt‘nda‘e took in her hand the heart-shaped locket, which Violet detached from the chain. Opening it she glanced at the curl of dark hair on one side, the handsome boyish face on the other; and as she looked, her heart contracted with pain. The face that smiled out at her was the face of the lover of her ovva youth, the Jas- per who had wooed her impetuous- ly, and seemed to love her so pasâ€" sionately; the bright, dark eyes, alight with love and laughter, that looked‘up now from the pictured face, had once looked into hers with just such laughter and love. This was indeed Jasperâ€"Jasper who had loved her, and broken her heartâ€" Jasper, her husband! “She’s most uncommonly pretty, Gertrude. There is no denying that. You must; own that, in spite of all her drawb‘acks, she is perfectâ€" ly loVely.” " ' “You canfiot pretend to be very pleased to have found her so eas- ily? It is not a lucky find, either for you or me, and yet, one can- not grudge the girl what is obvious- ly hers by right.” “I am quite willing to own it. She is pretty, in a milliner’s assistant sort of way. I have not attempted to deny her prettiness. Noâ€"I will be justhshe is lovely, quite lovely! but there are so many drawbacks.” if 'one bore all the marks of good breeding which the other lacked, might not that difference be ac- counted for by difference of envirgn- ment and upbringing? “Yes, yes; but no baptismal cer~ tificate’l” I remember as if it was yesterday. And she was vaccinated, too, my lady, Violet was.” “The pore young \man’s face is in- side,” Mrs. Dawson volunteered, “and a, bit of his hair, too. Vi, she don’t favor her pa at all, ’im bein’ dark, and she so fair. But she’s the moral of her pure niother.” Gertrude remembered the blue eyes and lovely coloring of the pic- tured face she had seen in Jas- per’s despatch-box, and she could have groaned aloud over the truth of Mrs. Dawson’s words. Infthe girl before her there were exactly the same delicate coloring, the same deep blue eyes, and if the expresâ€" sion of the two faces was different, “No, my lady; but there’s one, more thing,” Mrs. Dawson said, obsequioqsly, “there’s a‘ locket, what was round the pore thing’s neck when she diedâ€"the nurse, she put it on the baby afterwards, and Vi, she’ve always wore it. Show the lady, dear.” Violet fumbled with her pink blouse, and drew from its folds a fine gold chain of curious work- m‘nship. At the end of it hung a. locket shaped like a, heart. When the sewers of the bodyâ€"bowels, kidneys, and skin ductsâ€"get clogged up, the blood quickly becomes impure and frequently sores break out. over the body. 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From the day he had first met her, in the young grace of her nineteen years, when she was a newlyâ€"married and happy wife, until to-day, when youth’s eagerness had given" place to the quiet dignity of thirtyâ€"five years, when all her illusions were shattered, and she was a widow whose married life carried only a record of misery and bitterness, Godfrey had never ceased to admire and respect her., Sometimes, in deed, her husband’s cousin had exâ€" perienced a rush of warmer feeling towards the beautiful, stately. woâ€" man who endured so much, and so uncomplainingly. But a certain na- tural rectitude combined with a disâ€" gust of everything which went against a gentleman’s code, had prevented him from allowing him- self to give any expression to those warmer feelings. And now, as his eyes met Gertrude’s, marking their hard gleam, he felt glad that he had not been tempted to show his cou- sin’s wife the extent of his affection for her. 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