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A waiter interrupted their joyous
lphatte, at its highest. He bent over
Mr. i:<ill and discreetly conveyed
some communication. ;

jaire heartily.

and clenched hands showed how utter-

sonality, and not at some phantom pro
duct of a surcharged brain.

denness of an ordexl she had striven

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“I am delighted,” cried the million,
“Show him in at once.”

He rose from his chair to do honor
to an unexpected guest.

“You will all be pleased to hear,” he
explained, “that Mr. Brand is ashore,
and has come to see us.”

Mrs. Vansittart stifled the cry on
her lips. The slight color which had
crept into her pale cheeks yielded to
the deathly hue. It chanced that the
others were looking expectantly to-
wards the door and did not notice her.

Brand entered. In acknowledging
Mr. Traill’s cordial welcome he smil-
ingly explatved his presence.

“My superiors sent me emphatic
orders to clear out,” he said, “so I
had no option but to obey. I conveyed
Mr. Emmett to suitable quarters and
hastened home, but found that the
irls were playing truant. My house-
eeper insisted that I should eat, else
she would not be satisfied that | still
lived, but I came here as quickly as
possible.”

At that instant his glance, traveling
from one to another of those present,
fell on Mrs. Vansittart.

He stood as one petrified. The
kindly words of his host, the out-
spoken glee of the girls at his appear-
ance, died away in his ears in hollow
echoes. His eyes, frowning beneath
wrinkled brows, seem to ask if he
were not the victim of some unnerving
hallucination. They were fixed on
Mrs. Vansittart’s face with an all
absorbing intensity, and his set lips

ly irresistible was the knowledge that,
indeéd, he was not deceived—that he
was gazing at a living, breathing per-

She, too, yielding before the sud-
to avoid, betrayed hy her laboring bo-
s0m that she was under the spell of

excitement of overwhelming

She managed to gain her feet. The
consciousness that Constance, Enid,
Lady Margaret even, were looking at
her and at Brand with amazed anx-
iety, served to strengthen her for a
supreme effort.

“Mr. Stephen Brand—and I—are old
acquaintances,” she gasped. “He
may misunderstand — my presence
here—to-night. Indeed—in this in-
stance—I am not to blame. I could
not—help myself. I am always—try-
ing to explain—but somehow—I never
succeed. Oh*”

With an agonized sigh she swayed
listlessly and would have falen had
not Pyne cavght her.

But she was desperately determined
not to faint—there. This was her
world, the world of society. She
would not yield in its presence.

Her eyes wandered vaguely, help
lessly, from the face of the man to-
wards the others. Constance had has-
tened to her assistance, and the knew-
ledge that this was so seemed to stimu-
late her to a higher degree. With fine
courage she grasped the back of a
chair and summoned a wan smile to
her aid.

“You will
you,” she murmured.
so very tired.”

forgive me—if I leave
“T am so tired--

discourtesy.

in the first place, Mr.
profoundly shocked by ¢
keeper's revelation that
into a chair and remaine | ‘her
ed and wordless, for t
Both Pyne and Stanhop« ’
wards the door, but E: watchful,
selt-sacrificing, eager t e tho
she loved from further p elegraph-

ed an emphatic order to “' op
reinain where he was, a!
mured to him:

“Guess she's right, any

vas 80
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lapsed

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yrning.”

all feel a heap better in th« ,

The person who exhibited the clear
est signs of distress was Lady Mar |
garet. Her position was one of extra
ordinary difficulty. Three of the ac
tors in the breathless scene which had |

been sprung on her with the sudden
ness of an explosion were absolute
strangers in ber life before that even-
ng.

Brand she knew, indeed, but only by |
sight. She bad met Constance and |
Enid occasionally, at arm's length, 80 |
to speak, regarding them truly as dan-|
gerous young persons where marriage- |
able sons were concerned. HPnid nore
justified her suspicions, and her lady- |
ship had yielded so far as to give her |
approval to an engagement she could
not prevent.

Circumstances had conspired to
force her hand. Stanhope, being an
outspoken young man, had made no

secret of his desperate resolve to res
cue Enid, so the newspapers supplied
the remainder of the romance, and
even Lady Margaret herself had con-
tributed to it under the magnetic in-
fluence of the hour.

It was one thing, however, to be
thrilled with the adventures of the
rock-bound people, but quite another
to figure prominently in connection
with a social scandal of the first mag-
nitude. She knew Penzance too well
to hope that the incident would sink
into oblivion. Obviously, the matter
could not rest in its present stage.
She must expect disagreeable disclo-
sures, significant head-shakings of
those who knew little and wanted to
know more. All the tea-table artil-
lery of a small town would be focused
on her defensive position were she
loyal to the girl whom her son had
chosen as his helpmate.

This same son, too, after he had re
covered from the amazement of Mrs,
Vensittart’s dramatic departure and
Brand's admission, betrayed a compo-
sure that wus distinctly irritating.

“You won't mind if we smoke, mo-|
ther,” he said, “The situation requires
tobacco Don’t you feel like that,
Pyne?” }

“If Lady Margaret doesn’t object, I
admit that different egorts of poison
might act as tonics,” answered Pyne.
“Here, uncle, try a brandy and soda.
Lady Margaret, a glass of champagne.
I've been expecting a disturbance, but
didn't look for it to-night.” |
“Why do you say that, Charlie?” |
asked Mr. Traill, rising and stretching
his limbs as a man who tests his bones
after a heavy fall.

“It was hanging around, just as one
prophesies a storm after an electrical
feeling in the air. Mrs. Vansittart re-|
cognized Brand, apd made her calcu-|
lations accordingly. Let us give her
the credit Que to her. -As soon as she|
discovered hita, the marriage project}
was off.” |

“I had that kind of impression my-
self. Glad I mentioned it to you, now.” |

“Of course you are. I'll bet any rea- |
sonable sum that Mrs. Vansittart in-/
tended to leave Penzance to-morrow |
as soon as she had made you under-|
stand that she could not, under any |
circumstances, become my aunt.”

A ghost of a smile flitted across Mr.
Traill’s face. His nephew's way of)
putting things was delightfully un-
equivocal.

“What we are apt to lose sight of,”
continued Pyne, “is the manner in
which Brand received what must have |
been a staggering blow. He met his
wife tonight after a separation of |
more than twenty years. And how he

 

She walked resolutely towards the)
door. Brand drew aside that she)
might pass. He looked at her no more, |
His wondering daughter saw that big)
drops of perspiration stood on his
forehead.

Mr. Traill, no less astonished than
the rest offered to conduct Mrs. Van-
sittart to her room,
she said, “I will go alone. I

to it now, after so many

“No,”
am used
years.”

There was a ring of heartfelt bitter-
ness in her voice which appealed to
more than one of the silent listeners,

As the door closed behind her,
Brand seemed to recover his senses,
“IT must ask your pardon, Mr,
Traill,” he said, quietly. “I assume

that the lady who has just left us did
not expect to see me here to-night.
it would be idle to deny that the meet-
ing was a shock to both of us. It re
vived painful memories.”

Mr. Traill, scarce knowing what he
said, so taken aback was he, exclaim:

“Mrs. Vansittart claimed you as an
old acquaintance. The odd thing is
that you, at any rate, did not discover
that fact earlier.”

The lighthouse-keeper looked round
the table. He saw pain in many eyes,
but in Pyne's steady gaze there was
encouragement.

“Mrs, Vansittart!” he said slowly.
“Is that her name? I did not know,
How should I, the recluse, hear of her?
And in your first message to the rock
you called her Etta. When I knew her
her name was Nanette, for the lady
who calls herself Mrs, Vansittart wag
my’ wife, is yet for aught I know to
the contrary.”

“Pather'’ Constance clung to him
“Do you mean
that she is my mother?”

“Yes, dear one, she is. But let us
go now. I fear my home-coming hag
brought misery in its train, I am
sorry indeed. It was wholly unexpe»
ted. Poor Nanette! She ever d--
ceived herself. I suppose she hoped
to avoid me, as if fate forgot the tear:

“Can I not go to her?” asked Con-
stance white-faced and trembling.

“No, my child, you cannot. Has
she claimed you? She cast you off
once. I might have forgiven her many
things-—-never that. Come, Bnid!
What need for your tears? We faced
worse troubles together three days
ago, and you, at any rate, can look for.
ward to happiness. Good-by, Lady
Margaret, and you, too, Mr, Traill. [
will see you to-morrow, I hope. For;

ve me for my unconscious share in

night’s suffering.”

CHAPTER XVII.
MRS. VANSITTART GOES HOME

took it! When he spoke, it was really
in her behalf. The thing is too amaz-
ing. Of course, now that the tinder
and lightning have started,~the sky
will clear all the sooner.”

“Unhappily, such affairs do not ar-
range themselves so readily,” snapped
Lady Margaret. She was becoming
more angry with each wave of reflec-
tion. “Young men like you do not
realize the effect of such—such un-
pleasant exposures on family life.
How will the early history of her par-
ents affect the future of Constance
Brand? As for the other girl—”

Her ladyship threw up her hands in
helpless abandonment. To her mind,

the adoption of poor Enid, the sea-
waif, assumed a darker appearance
now that Brand’s matrimonial adven-

lures revealed sinister features.

Jack Stanhope caught her by the
shoulder, ts

“Mother,” he cried, “before you say |
another word let me tell you some!
thing you ought to know. Enid is Mr,
YTraill’s daughter!” |

Now this good woman loved her son
dearly. All her thoughts were of him
and for him. Her look of blank in-
credulity yielded to the confirmation
Bue Baw writ on all three faces.

She burst into tears. |

“Apparently I am the last person to |
be taken into anybody's confidence,’ |
she sobbed. |

“Madam,” said Mr. Traill, bending |
over her, “in this instance, at least,
you have no cause to feel aggrieved,
Neither the girl herself, nor her sis-
ter by adoption, nor Mrs, Vansittart,
to whom, until the past half-hour, I
considered myself to be engaged, is
aware of the undoubted fact which |
your son has just told you, Let me say
that I, as her father, am proud to!
think she has won the affections of |
such a man as Stanhope. There is no!
reason why you, his mother, should |
not be equally satisfied with the ped. |
gree and prospects of my daughter.”

His calm assumption of a rank
equal if not superior to her own was
convincing to a woman of her tempera-
ment, Assuredly that evening was a
memorable one to her ladyship. The
repose of Vere de Vere was rudely
shocked for once, Nevertheless, the
knowledge that her lifelong ambition
had been realized in a way little
dreamed of by any of those most con-
cerned was in itself consoling. Mr.
Traill, quite unconsciously, loomed
large in the social eye of Penzance,
and the wide wed lady had not been so
long withdrawn from the wealth-wor-
shiping world of London as to be
wholly unleavened with the worship
of the golden calf.

So it was with quickened interest
that she set herself to listen to the
story of Enid’s parentage, and, if her

 

Btephen Srand, and the two girld
passed silently down the broad stair
of the hotel unaccompanied by any «

| sastason increased, much may be for

fear of local gossip-mongers shrank as
her perception of Enid’s real socia!

 

| the pavement.

| cleared a path for them through the
| throng.

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Meanwhile Brand and the sorrow:
laden girls, ushered by obsequious ser
vants to the entrance-hall, were con- |
strained to comfort themselves with |
true British phlegm in view of the in-}
terest caused by their appearance.

The hour was not late, about halt. |
past nine. Even whilst the hall porter
was summoning a cab the news)
spread, within and without that the
lighthouse-keeper and his daughters,
whose exploits filled the minds of all
men, were standing near the door.

Several people, complete strangers,
came to them and offered warm con-
gratulations. A smart journalist;
pressed forward and wove bh own
complimentary utterances int> an in-
terview. A crowd gathereu quickly on
Policemen, those mar
shalls of every English demonstration,

80, with smiling words on
their lips and anguish in their hearts,
they made a triumphal exit. How
little could the friendly enthusiasts
who cheered them realize that these
three had been atrophied by the
deadly maievolence of fate in the very
hour when a great achievement had
ended happily.

Enid suffered almost as keenly as
Brand and his daughter. Their joys
and sorrows were hers. The startling
nature of Brand's avowal rendered it
difficult for either Enid or Constance
to plece together certain fragmentary
memories of Mrs. Vansiitart’s odd be
havior during her enforced sojourn on
the rock. So thoroughly had she shat-
tered those dimly outlined impressions
by the quietly vivacious charm of her
manner at dinner that they both ex
perienced a jumble of sensations. A
terrified woman, in wet and torn
clothing, cowering tn the gaunt inter-
jor of a storm-girt lighthouse, is a very
different being when attired In expen-
sive garments and surrounded by the
luxuries of a first-class hotel. ~

It was a rellef to drive to their cot
tage in silence, yet, so easily moulded
is our human clay, it was a greater
relief when the tension of the noisy
rattle of the cab was relaxed. It cost
some effort to assure Mrs. Sheppard,
a buxom, motherly soul of sixty or
thereabouts, that they could not pos
sibly eat any supper. The effort was
forthcoming. They pleaded weariness,
and at last they were alone.

Constance knelt by her father’s side
when he dropped listlessly into the
armchair placed in his Tee
corner.

“Now, dad,” she said, bravely une |
motional, “there will be no more tearm;
Tell me aii that I ought to know.” |

 

Enid drew a hassock to his feet and) *

seated herself there, clasping her!
hands about her knees. }

“Whatever she did I am sorry fos!
her,” said the girl decisively. “And
she cannot have been a really bad
woman, dad, or you would not have!
loved her once.” |

Brand sighed deeply. His strong)
will had deserted him for a little!
while. He shrank from the ordeal be |
fore him. Why should he be called on)
to sully the mirror of his daughter’e|
innocence by revealing to her the dis
grace of her mother?

Constance caught something of the
dread in his soul.

“Don't tell me if it hurts you, dad.
I am content to bear more than I have
borne to-night if it lessens your suf-
ferings,” she whispered.

He placed an arm around each of
them.

“It is God's will,” he said, “that ]
should have to face many trials at @
period when I expected nothing but
some few years of quiet happiness.”

“Nothing in this world can part us
from you,” said Constance.

“Oh, nothing,” agreed Enid solemn
ly nestling closer. Her earnestness
was helpful. He smiled wistfully.

“You forget, Enid, that there is 8
grave chance of you, at any rate,
leaving me for another,” he said.

She blushed.

“That is the worst of girls getting
married,” she protested. “They are
supposed to be delighted because they}
are going to live with strange people. |
Girls who are of that mind cannot be}
happy at home. If | thought that be/|
ing married to Jack implied separation |
from you and Constance—”

“You would give him up and weep
your eyes out.” He pressed her pout |
ing lips together as he went on;/|
“Now, my dear ones, I wish both of
you to be prepared for very unexpect |
ed changes. Two most important)
events in your lives have taken place!
within a few hours, Constance, if you!
Enid alse
saw her father. I have known for two!
days that Enid’s father is Mr. Traill.”|

For an instant, it must be confessed, |
Constance and Enid alike feared that|
the mental and physical strain he had
undergone had temporarily deranged)
him. It was not sheer incredulity but)
real terror he saw in their eyes. Some |
how, their self-effacement in his be|
half touched him more keenly than}
anything else had done during this}
troubled period. |

He bowed his head. A strong man!
in agony cannot endure the scrutiny
of loving eyes.

“Enid,” he said brokenly, “my words
to you must be few. Good fortune!
needs but slight explanation. The
proofs of my statement I do not pos
sess, but Mr. Traill’s letter to me
could not have been written by such @
man if he were not sure of his facts,
Here it is. Read it aloud.”

He handed her her father’s plain
spoken communication. Constance,
incapable of deeper depths of amaze

 

over her sister's shoulder. Togethet
they deciphered the somewhat diffi
cult handwriting of a man whose chief
task for years had been to sign his
name,

This drawback was good in its re
sult. They persevered steadily to th¢
end, Then Enid, the comforter, broke
down herselt,

“It cannot be true, dad,” she cneu
“I have been one of your daughters all

my life. Why should I be taken from
you now?”
“I belleve it is quite true,” sald

Brand quietl) and the need there was
to console her was beneficial to him
self. “Mr. Traill speaks of proof
You have met him, I exchanged bare
ly a word, a glance, with him, but #
{s not believable that he would maky
these solemn statements without thy
most undeniable testimony.”

“Indeed, Enid,” murmured Con
stance, “it sounds like the truth, els
he would never have spoken go defi
nitely of my father’s claim on yow

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