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LIST OF ARTISTS' NAMES

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INDEX TO ILLUSTRATIONS.

ANSDELL, RICHARD, A.R.A.-112 (E.ctra Ill.) BOWERS, GEORGIANA.–318, 363. BRADLEY, B.-243, 573, 692 (B.ctra Ni.), 764. COLLINS, A. H.-437, 438. DAMPIER, WM.-618. EDWARDS, ELLEN.-633. EDWARDS, KATE -543. ELTZE, F.-28, 43, 198, 463, 528, 648. ELWES, A. T.-496. FILDES, S. L:-723. FRASER, F. A.-423. GREEN, T.-393, 513. GRISET, ERNEST.—7. HOUGHTON, A. B.-15, 273, 663. HUGHES, EDWARD.-71, 333. LAWSON, J.-127, 168, 406.

LAWSON, F. W.-603.
NORTH, J. W.-303.
PINWELL, G. J.-225, 362 (Extra 10., 483.
POYNTER, E. J.-23S (Bxtra II.).
PRITCHETT, R. T.-97, 99, 751.
SCOTT, T.-348, 678, 685.
SHIELDS, F. J.-569 (E.ctra IIl.).
SKELTON, P.-254, 258, 615.
SMALL, W.-55, 83.
SULMAN, 7.-119, 121, 376, 377, 378, 558, 587, 708, 736,

738.
TEXNIEL, J.-Frontzepiece.)
WIMPRESS, E. M.—213, 285, 283.
WOLF, J. - 155.

DIAGRAMS and MISCELLANEOUS.–61, 111, 112

2.9, 374.

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NOTICE TO THE BINDER.

The Extra Illustrations, by Eminent Artists, on Toned Paper, should be placed as follows :

Frontispiece.

LORD AYTHAN.” By J. TENNIEL .
“COMING THROUGH THE FENCE.” By RICHARD ANSDELL, A.P.A.

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FEEDING THE SACRED IBIS IN THE HALLS OF KARNAC." By E.

J. POYNTER.

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COME BUY MY PRETTY WINDMILLS.” By G. J. PINWELL.

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“HIDE A STICK IN A LITTLE HOLE.” From a Picture by F. J. SUELDS. “HIGHLAND SHEEP." By Basil BRADLEY

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CHAPTER XXVII.

curtains, and so was Doris's pale face, quite MRS. CARMICHAEL, or rather Mrs. Gresford, white enough to earn the name of the “snow had been Mrs. Howell's lodger for many years, child ” that Mr. Chester had given her. and it was in her care that she had left Doris “ Poor lamb,” said Mrs. Howell, gently when she went on her sorrowful journey to disposing the curtain so as to shade her face Craythorpe. Mrs. Howell, too, had nursed from the light, " she looks scarce older than her through the illness that came upon her she did five years ago. I won't disturb her, after receiving Mr. Carmichael's letter. In better let her sleep on a bit.” fact, Mrs. Gresford's two friends, each a true And Mrs. Howell descended to her breakfriend in her respective sphere, had been fast, and ate it wondering where Doris had Mrs. Chester and Mrs. Howell; so that Doris's come from. And then, still meditating upon first thought in her perplexity and distress the subject, she took up her knitting, and was to flee for refuge to her mother's humble knitted away, every now and then listening if friend, who had known her all her life. she could hear sounds betokening the ap

It was five years since they had seen each pearance of her guest. other, for, after Mrs. Gresford removed to At length Doris's footstep was heard on the another village “ for work," as Doris had told stairs, and Mrs. Howell bade her good mornJoyce, Mrs. Howell was persuaded by some ing. Doris was refreshed and sobered by her relatives in the eastern counties to take up night's rest. She had accomplished her flight, her abode nearer to them. And there she she was tolerably safe in her hiding-place, had been ever since, her little school flourish- and now what was to be her next step? She ing, and herself living in greater comfort than had acted so far entirely from impulse, and the had been able to do in the south.

now she must sit down quietly and consider Mrs. Howell had been up for some time, how far she had been right and how far and breakfast was on the table. She looked wrong. And still, though she felt doubtful at the clock, and finding that it was half-an- of the course she had taken, she felt that her hour beyond her usual breakfast-hour, she impulse was true, that she had fled from went softly upstairs to the best bed-room, a something that was in some way false, though sort of state apartment, where Doris lay fast she could not understand it. She shrank asleep beneath a canopy of white dimity, pure from the false element, though she could not and spotless as the snow outside.

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define it; she knew not what she disbelieved, terpane and pillows were as white as the | but she had an intuitive perception that some

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where truth was wanting. She had, however, “I have a sister in London: she would entire confidence in Mrs. Howell's good sense, post the letter from there.” so, after breakfast, seating herself, as she had “ That will do; and I must write to Mr. done many a time as a child, at Mrs. Howell's Chester also. He will help me, if anyone can.” feet, she told her story.

“Ay, that he will,” returned Mrs. Howell; She told her of the last five years; of her “ that's well thought of. Mr. Gabriel is as mother's death ; of her Uncle Carmichael, of wise as a judge, and he'll know just what Aunt Lotty, of Joyce Dormer, and of the ought to be done.” strange revelations of the last few days. And “Wiser, perhaps,” thought Doris. And she Mrs. Howell listened attentively.

wrote her letters : one to Joyce, that told of “Child,” she said, “are you sure that you her safety without disclosing her place of have done right in leaving those that are kith refuge ; another, a longer, fuller one, to Mr. and kin to you ?”

Chester, telling him of all that had happened, “I don't know," answered Doris, sadly; of her doubts and difficulties, and begging him they didn't know me as you do, and you to come to her; “for, you know, dear old were my mother's friend."

Gabriel,” she said, “that my mother made And they are your mother's relatives." you a sort of guardian, and, as you have plenty

“ Relatives,” said Doris : of what use are of money, and can go where you please, do such relatives as Uncle Carmichael. How he let it please you to come to the poor 'snowcan be my mother's brother I do not under-child,' who has fled out into the snow, and stand, for never were two people more unlike.” is shivering all alone in the cold world.”

“ He has taken good care of you since her This latter clause was purely metaphorical, death."

as Doris was sitting comfortably by the fire“ And why? Because he has found out side, with Mrs. Howell blandly contemplating about my mother's marriage; and having her from the opposite corner, and meditating, some spite against Mr. Lynn, he wants to like Aunt Lotty, on the possibility of a wedding, revenge himself by getting the fortune from with Mr. Chester and Doris for bridegroom and little Archie Lynn for his sister's child.” bride.

“ And Mr. Lynn ?”

Doris shivered. "I don't feel like a daughter The sun went down early, though he had to him,” she said, “I can't help thinking of not done much to fatigue himself during the my mother and what she suffered. I never day; perhaps he found it too cold for him, saw Mr. Lynn till a few months since, and and his rays might get frozen on their way people can't get up filial feelings on the spot. down-at any rate, he found it stiff and I don't believe in it, and I can't go and live awkward work, and he was by no means at Lynncourt. I should never be happy, I on such good terms with the earth as in the should be thinking all the time that it ought jolly summer time, though he was nearer to to have been my mother's, and if it had been her now. But some friends are best friends at a she wouldn't have died. It would be like distance, and so it might be with the sun and dancing upon her grave to go and live there earth—who knows? He might not like her in ease and luxury. No, I could not do it. so well when they were more thrown together. I'd rather go back to my old life and work for And when he sank to rest, the little warmth my living as I used to do. Oh, Mrs. Howell ! that had tried to penetrate the cold atmolet me stay with you and help you to teach or sphere departed, the thermometer fell to to do anything. I have been used to work, you freezing-point, and the robins, hiding their know."

heads under their wings, tried to fall asleep Mrs. Howell shook her head,

without any uncomfortable fears as to the “I'm afraid that won't do. We must morrow's food. The water in the pools began think it over.”

to harden, and even in some cold rooms ice “ But you won't betray me, Mrs. Howell ?" was found in the jugs, so that, altogether, exclaimed Doris, impetuously ; “ you won't regular Christmas weather was coming on, for, turn me away? you'll let me stay till I've somehow or other, people seem to think that thought it all over, and feel right about it?” Christmas is scarcely Christmas without a

“Turn theo away!” said Mrs. Howell, good hard frost. People would certainly have fondly stroking Doris's hair. “No, dear; stay a seasonable Christmas this year: there was as long as you like; only, couldn't you send snow on the ground and it was freezing. word to them, they must be so anxious about Mrs. Howell was decorating the dresser and

the mantel-shelf with sprigs of holly, for it “I might write to Joyce,” said Doris, was Christmas-Eve. Christmas-Eve! What musingly; “but, then, they would know would they be doing at Green Oake and Lynnwhere I was from the postmark.”

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Green Oake and Lynncourt had amal be of use to them. Might they depend upon gamated. Aunt Lotty was sitting in her him ?” arm-chair listening almost as eagerly as the The landlord of the small inn suddenly belittle Lynns themselves to the stories that came great in his own eyes. Certainly, they Joyce was telling them. The younger child might rest assured that their confidence would was seated on Joyce's lap, whilst Archie, on not be misplaced. And the landlord, swela footstool close by, was leaning his elbows on ling with incipient dignity and curiosity, his knees, and gazing earnestly with his large listened. dark eyes into her face. He was as one "The stout gentleman, in the glossy broadfascinated. Gradually he edged himself nearer cloth and massive gold chain was Mrs. Carand nearer, and then removing his elbows michael's brother.” from his knees he held tight by Joyce's dress, “Like enough; he had always thought she as though he feared she would escape, and his belonged to gentlefolk. And now that he large eyes seemed to grow larger and larger came to look more attentively at Mr. Caras the interest of the story increased.

michael, he had a vague recollection of having And where were the heads of the houses ? In seen him before. Yes, he remembered now, the small inn of a remote village in Devonshire, it must have been at the funeral.” sat Mr. Lynn and Mr. Carmichael; they had He, the landlord, might remember that, just arrived after a hard day's travelling. after Mrs. Carmichael's death, her daughter The two men who had not spoken to each went to live with some of her mother's reother for more than twenty years. Both were latives ? " intent now upon the same object-the recovery Yes; the landlord had heard it, and he of a lost relative. Had the old feeling passed had heard say what a fine thing it was for away? Had they forgiven each other their her, and he hoped she was well and happy, trespasses ? Had, at last, the daily prayer been for she was too tender a young lady by far to uttered aright?

go on living as she and her mother had been Calm, stern, determined, with his thin living. They'd had a deal to suffer, they had.” lips more compressed than ever, Mr. Car Here Mr. Lynn shrank further back into michael took the lead; whilst his companion, a corner of the sofa, and pressed his hands to upon whose haggard countenance traces of the his forehead; and Mr. Carmichael observed, emotion of the past night were visible, passively somewhat sternly, that they did not wish to assented to all his arrangements. They had hear anything of that nature. Whereupon the been, after some difficulty, accommodated landlord bowed obsequiously, and begged with a private sitting-room, for the resources pardon. of the inn were not great. And hither the “All they wanted was present information. landlord was summoned to be cross-questioned Miss Carmichael had suddenly left her relaas to the events of the week, it being supposed tives, and it was believed that she had rethat he would be well up in all village gossip. turned to some of her friends in Devonshire.”

“ Did he remember Mrs. Carmichael and They'd no friends of their own sort here,” her daughter ?

said the landlord ; " they'd only been here “Of course he did; everyone in the place four or five years, and there was no one about knew and respected them.”

that she'd be likely to come to unless it was Then he knew Miss Carmichael by sight?" Widow Wilson at the Heath Farm ; she used “ Yes."

to be very kind to them, and it was many a “ Had she been in H during the last fowl or a new-laid egg Mrs. Carmichael had few days ?

had from there, to say nothing of new milk.” “He thought not, or he should have known Mr. Lynn groaned in anguish. And he of it."

had been living in such luxury. And again “Was he quite sure that she had not been Mr. Carmichael found it necessary to check there?"

the landlord's reminiscences. “He could not say; he had been a good How far was the Heath Farm ? deal occupied, and had heard nothing of such Not over a quarter of a mile; he would a thing. It was just possible, he wouldn't step up himself, if Mr. Carmichael pleased ; say for certain, that she had not been.” he should be more likely to find out if the

Mr. Carmichael hesitated; he looked at the young lady had been there than Mr. Carlandlord, who was a great overgrown man,

michael would, if so be as she had any reason with a somewhat stupid but honest counte- for not wishing him to know. nance. Mr. Carmichael decided to make use The force of which argument Mr. Carof him.

michael appreciated, and accepted the land“The gentlemen had come down on lord's offer accordingly. And the landlord matter of importance. The landlord could went on his fruitless errand, for no Miss Car

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