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the dining-room? The fire isn't lighted reserved person, however sympathetiin the drawing-room yet. Everybody cally inclined. Somerton was conis out except me, but some of them vinced that any words he might bring ought to be back soon."

himself to utter at this moment would "Where are you going to sit?" sound hopelessly banal, if not ridicu

"Here-my favorite seat." She lous. Sorry as he was for the girl, he pointed to a fat round stool on the wished she had spoken less frankly, floor by the fender; then rang the bell After all, he had not been a very intiand bade the parlormaid draw the mate friend of the Fleetwoods. There curtains and bring tea.

were lots of people in India he knew "How did you know where to find far better, yet he was aware that in us?” she inquired.

some unaccountable way the thought "I met Mrs. Taylor in Victoria street of this family had never been very far this morning. She gave me the ad- from his mind. He began to search dress. I hadn't seen her since I was mentally for the reason, then interat Pahar Tal with the Rajah, but we rupted himself, for Fay still sat gazrecognized each other at once. People ing moodily into the fire, and it bewho have been in India seem to change hoved him to make some acknowledgvery little, I always think!"

ment of what she had said to him. He did not add that Mrs. Taylor's "You don't like being at home, rather dubious description of the Fleet- then ?" he asked lamely, and with an woods' circumstances had decided him effort. to call on them at once, though it How could anybody like it who would take a whole afternoon, and his lived as we did in India, and who have time in London was limited. He had to live as we do at home?" not forgotten their kindness and hos- She turned her head and looked at pitality, their friendly interest in his him earnestly. Crouched there on the work with the young Rajah, and be- stool in the glow of the firelight, her cause, according to Mrs. Taylor, they grey eyes in strong relief below the had "subsided into a suburb" and were black brows and soft cloud of hair, he “having a loathsome time,” he felt thought she resembled a pastel sketch, far more impelled to seek them out delicately tinted, as if rough handling than if they had been living in the would instantly blur and destroy the same prosperous manner as when he effect. Again he recalled Mrs. Tayhad known them in India.

lor's tattle. Doubtless the Fleetwoods She looked into the fire and her had sufficient to keep them in ordinary grey eyes grew gloomy. “You would physical comfort, but, by Jove! there think Mother and Dad were altered!" could be precious little margin for she said, “especially Dad. He hates pleasure or luxury! this life," she went on in an involun- "And how about your sisters?" he tary outburst of bitterness, "he hates asked tentatively, feeling curious to it as much as I do, only he is old and hear how these two superior young it will kill him, and I am young so people accepted such conditions. I shall survive it, I suppose!"

"Oh! they grumble,” said Fay with The sense of awkwardness that as- an affectionate laugh, "but, on the sails most Englishmen of the type of whole, I don't think they have such a Clive Somerton when confronted with bad time. People are very nice to any emotion fell upon Fay's compan- them, and they go about a good deal, ion now and sealed his lips. More- and they have a rich friend." over, confidences always embarrass a She meant Mrs. de Wick, but of

course he assumed the rich friend to my freedom and my profession, and be a man. “And you?-have you a live on her generosity. We almost had rich friend too?'' he asked in chaff. a row about it. But I think we've Then straightway wondered why on come to an amicable settlement. The earth he should hope in his heart that place belongs to me now, and she's to she went nowhere and knew no one! live in it rent free and keep it up in What could have come over him? The return." fog must surely have affected his “Then you won't come home again brain. ..

for years?" With men of 'natural, wholesome “Yes, I shall be in England this next tendency the instinct of sex jealousy summer on duty. The Rajab's coming will oust all finer considerations; but home, and I'm to look after him." Somerton was far from realizing the “What-Rotah? Just fancy! Of cause of the selfish humor that sud- course, he was always so keen on comdenly beset him. His indignation ing to England, I remember. How would no doubt mave been fierce had

has he been getting on all this time?" any one accused him at the moment “The child died, you know, and then of wishing Fay Fleetwood to enjoy no Rotah got restless and unsettled—the pleasure that he could not give her women led him such a life.

So we himself—more especially pleasure she sent him off to College, where he's domight owe to some other man!

ing remarkably well. I always knew “I?” she said dreamily, looking that boy had grit in him. I believe again into the fire. “Oh! I don't want when he comes of age and takes the to go to parties and dances and skat- reins into his own hands he'll be a ing rinks particularly. I expect for model Indian prince! It's a pity his girls who like that sort of thing it's State is a comparatively small one and lovely, but personally I'd exchange it of no great importance. He might be all for just one sight of the dawn on a shining light among the big native the Himalayas, or even, I really be- rulers." lieve, for a sniff of the bazaar! I Fay remembered the moment on the suppose that sounds dreadful, but it fort walls when Rota h had stammered would mean that I was back in India!" out his promise to her that he would

He heard the suppressed sob in her do his utmost by his people. She saw voice, and there slid into his mind the him again in the light of the afternoon inemory of when he had found her sun, the warm brown face and liquid reading a green book in the drawing- eyes, the white turban folded low on room at Pahar Tal; of how she had his forehead, the sensitive boyish spoken to him then, shyly, of her pas- mouth and snowy teeth. She hoped sion for India, how he had wondered with fervor that his rule would be just what the future would bring the child, and humane that he would consider infected as she was with the country's his responsibilities before his personal magic spell

inclinations. She knew she had done "I know," he said gently, “I can her little best to urge him in the right understand. I want to get back there direction. It might be that her in. myself."

fluence, though so remote and indirect, “And you

are going very soon," would work towards the fulfilment of she said enviously.

all Rotah's high resolves. The idea "Yes. My sister-in-law wanted me kindled her spirit. to stay at home altogether and look “And the Rani?" she asked. "Is after the place, but I couldn't give up she coming to England with him?"


“I expect she will, but I hope and apologize to them for ever having been trust her old mother will stay in India. cross about anything!" Oh! that old woman!" he lifted his Clive Somerton laughed. “Poor Mrs. shoulders significantly. “So few peo Fleetwood! This pensioned existence ple in England realize what a power in England for Anglo-Indians is a for good or evil the women of India difficult question. After a lifetime of hold in their little brown hands!" experience in one direction that has no There came a silence. In this nar- exact parallel anywhere else in the

room, the door and windows world, the guillotine of completed tightly closed against the cold and service severs the past from the presdarkness outside, the man and girl ent completely. A new head, almost were deep in remembrance of that vast a new body, has to be grown before old country steeped in sun, a country there can be real contentment under in some ways so terrible yet so al- the new conditions. Haven't you noluring, where the happiest days of ticed how restless Anglo-Indians are both their lives, so far, had been at first-some even for the rest of their passed.

lives? They often change houses and "Sometimes we have letters from localities several times before they old Gunga,” said Fay presently. “He finally come to anchor, if ever they do. says his wife is most kind to Akbar I believe one reason why they generwho has grown very fat! Gunga ally move from their first perch is doesn't mean to go into service again that it doesn't always strike them since we are never coming back. He what an important part neighborhood seems to think that will be a great plays in English life. In India, of comfort to us, poor old dear! Oh! course, wherever you go you have how we do miss our Indian servants!" friends about you or within reach, she added regretfully. "Mother can't unless you are absolutely isolated in make up her mind which she would the jungle; but in England it's no use choose to have if she were allowed taking a house, however roomy or deeven one out of the number we had lightful, if you

can't know your to keep in India. On Monday morn- neighbors—if it's a locality given over ings she bewails the dhobie; she says to a different class from your own." her life is wasted in fighting with "And I suppose we're too apt to laundry people.

When the woman think of housing and feeding ourselves who does odds and ends of dressmak- and our friends before all other coning for us fails to come after solemn siderations," said Fay rather ruefully. oaths, or keeps things for weeks and Tea came in, the lights were turned weeks she longs for the durzey. This up. They talked on, easily, intimately, morning, of course, it was the cook for another half-hour. Then Somerton she regretted most bitterly because our looked at the clock on the mantelpiece, lady left in a rage at a moment's and rose with an exclamation of disnotice. That's why Mother is not at may. home this afternoon, she has gone up. I'd no idea the time was going so to London to try and capture another quickly!” he said, and held out his one. She also thinks life would be so hand. "I shall be late for an appointmuch easier if only she had a chupras- ment I have to keep before dinner. sie to do up parcels and go messages. I'm afraid I must be off at once, Miss I have heard her say she feels she Fleetwood. Will you tell your people ought to go back to India to shake how sorry I am to have missed them? hands with her old servants and I expect I shall only be in town for a night or two before I sail, but if I can't like struggling in a dream to gain one's run down then, we shall meet again own ends-much mental clamour with later on in the spring.”

no relief; and the horrible fog, the "Yes—when you come home with cold and the gloom strengthened the the Rajah. We shall look forward to simile. In his present circumstances ing you."

he was free to spend his leave and They parted with formal friendli- his money just as he pleased-trips ness; but as he stepped out into the into the Himalayas after ibex, gooral, choking fog he was uneasily conscious musk deer, after heads and horns of of a longing to turn back, of an acute all descriptions; tiger-shoots in Nepal, desire to see the girl's face again, to the Terai, the Dhoon, expeditions such touch her hand, to bid her good-bye as his soul adored, in search of big once more. He even considered for a game; he glowed at the thought of it moment whether an excuse were pos- all. And yet now it was leavened sible-his gloves, his umbrella? No, by the haunting memory of blue-grey he could hardly pretend he had for- eyes, shaded with dark lashes, a pale, gotten either, for she had seen these clean-cut little face, and a slender, alpossessions in his hands as he left the most boyish figure. Then all at once narrow hall! Then a wave of self- he knew that the image of Fay Fleetimpatience chilled the impulse, and a wood had set itself up in the backsense of alarm drove him forward ground of his mind and heart from the along the slippery way in the light of moment of his watching her drive the road lamps, blurred and enfeebled away from Rotah's palace as little by the fog. Could it be possible that more than a child in her father's carhe was in danger of loving this girl; riage, some two years ago! he who never intended to hamper his The revelation amazed him. He life with the responsibilities of matri- felt a detached wonder, a species of mony-who had always thought of astonished curiosity towards his own marriage as a hindrance to the kind of mental condition. Who bad ever existence he preferred, an existence heard of a fellow realizing that he made up of sport and congenial duty, was more or less in love, yet being and personal independence, free from angrily unwilling to admit the fact or all domestic care? To a bachelor, to go further in the matter? By the with his notions of enjoyment, India time he was seated in the train bis could be a very Paradise; to a married resolve was made he would not risk man it might easily become the re- further upheaval and disturbance of verse, what with anxieties about his peace by a second visit to the health and money and children, and Fleetwoods before he sailed again for the everlasting self-sacrifice that a India. Perhaps now that he was family must needs entail.

alive to his danger he might succeed Emphatically he insisted to himself in stifling the tender attraction he felt that he refused to submit to this visita- for the girl, or, in the meantime, she tion that threatened to fall upon him might marry some one else. Perhaps -much as though it were some tire- she was already engaged.

If not, some malady to be checked,

or when he came back, he would staved off at all hazards, that it might

Yes, he would see. But not interfere with plans and arrange then, be thought with perverse ments.

pessimism, if he did propose probably All the way to the station he argued she would refuse him, or, worse still, fiercely in his brain. He felt it was she might marry him just as a means


of returning to India, since her fancy He felt it to be an altogether exfor the country seemed to dominate all asperating, unnecessary state of afher inclinations:

fairs. · The Times.

(To be continued)

GLIMPSES OF THOMAS CARLYLE. I fancy there are not many now The greatest, most valuable appreciaalive, beyond relatives, who have tion of Carlyle comes not from his known that noble, interesting, even own country, but from Germany; not grand, character, Thomas Carlyle; since his death, but before he had none certainly of the official circle who won his fame; not from the professat at his feet and admired-save my- sional critic, but from the greatest self. Dickens, Browning, Forster writer of his time, from no less a mau (“Fuz" or "Fooster," as T. C. would than Goethe-the Gebeimrath Goethe. call him), Elwin (the Rev. Whitwell, He certified for him, when he was sometime Editor of the Quarterly), merely a poor unrecognized author. Froude all these have gone into the I fancy very few, if any, have hitherto Ewigkeit, I suppose twenty or thirty properly appreciated the significance, years ago. And yet I, who was "on the immense hidden meaning of the exthe fringe” merely, can furnish the traordinary compliment paid by SO most vivid photographic impression of great a being as Goethe to a strug. this brave and truly great man: the gling Scotch husbandman's son, who greatest, I believe, in the whole group, had taught himself German, translated exceeding even Dickens himself.

writings of Goethe himself and others, I suppose, if ever anyone success- and had actually written a very tolerfully assumed the attitude of sage, or able biography of Schiller. The great was conceded it more universally, it man, wonderful to say, had pierced was that Wise Man of Chelsea. The through all the bandages and wrapslow walk, his rude, unaffected attire pings of a low condition of life, and ever suggesting the rugged Highland- actually discovered the jewel hidden man-the wonderful natural felt hat, under the Scottish clod's dunghills, and all contributed. It was a fine dramatic instantly recognized and welcomed the figure. Strange to say, there was a true worth of the great genius, undissort of double to be seen ranging the covered then by any in the poor neighboring streets. “Sir," I ventured drudge's own land. We should bear in to say to him once, "I think I crossed mind all that stood in the way of recyou lately nigh Bond Street.” “No, ognition—the distance, the slow comno, ye didna. That were my brither- munications, the general worship, flathe not unlike me." And so it was. teries, &c., of the great man who was This “brither," Dr. John, wore the accustomed to state and rank. What same pattern of hat, and carried a spell or charm had he to cast over the rough, ragged beard, and walked along author of Faust? But he captured grimly-quite like him. It struck bim. Goethe, all but fascinated, dime, as I remember now, that there was rected Carlyle's little biography to be something aigre in his speech, translated; he prefixed a fine introducthough he were not half pleased at this tion of his own; he insisted on his Dromiolike mistake;

perhaps he correspondent sending over pictures of thought no one ought to take his Craigenputtock and other places, which "brither" for him.

he had carefully engraved as being


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