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Pleydell full on the head. Then, be- where a Queen's Council, with an accause he had a young wife and child cent like rich wine, told him that he at home, he pushed his way through was now a gintelman, and entitled so the struggling crowd and ran away in to call himself. the darkness. As he ran he could hear All these events were left behind, his late adherents dispersing in all die and Conyngham, sitting alone in his rections, like sheep before a dog. He rooms in Norfolk Street, Strand, three heard a voice calling:

days after the breaking of Sir John “Alfred! Alfred!"

Pleydell's windows, was engaged in And Horner, who an hour-nay, ten realizing that the predicted future was minutes-earlier had had no thought of still in every sense before him, and in violence, ran his fastest along the road no wise nearer than it had been iu his by which he had lately come. His mother's lifetime. heart was as water within his breast, The realization of an unpleasant fact and his staring eyes played their part appeared in no way to disturb his mechanically. He did not fall, but he equanimity, for as he knocked his pipe saw nothing, and had notion against the bars of the fire he murwhither he was running.

mured a popular air in a careless voice. Alfred Pleydell lay quite still on the The firelight showed his face to be lawn in front of his father's house. pleasant enough, in a way that left the

land of his birth undoubted. Blue CHAPTER II.

eyes, quick and kind, a square chin,

closely curling hair, and square shoulANOTHER REAPS.

ders bespoke an Irishman. Some"Attempt the end and never stand in doubt."

thing, however, in the cut of his lipsDuring the course of a harum-scarum something close and firm-suggested youth in the city of Dublin certain per- an admixture of Anglo-Saxon blood. sons had been known to predict that The man looked as if he might have Mr. Frederick Conyngham had a fu- had an English mother. It was, perture before him. Mostly pleasant- haps, this formation of the mouth that spoken Irish persons, these, who had had led those pleasant-spoken persons the racial habit of saying that which to name to his relatives their convicis likely to be welcome. Many of them tion that Conyngham had a future beadded, “The young divil,” under their fore him. The best liars those breath, in a pious hope of thereby who base their fancy upon fact. They cleansing their souls from guilt. knew that the thoroughbred Irishman

“I suppose I'm idle, and what is has usually a cheerful enough life beworse, I know I'm a fool!” said Fred fore him, but not that which is himself to his tutor, when that gentle- vaguely called a future. Fred Conyngman, with a toleration which was un. ham looked like a

who could deserved, took him severely to task hold to his purpose, but at this mobefore sending him up for the Bar ment he also had the unfortunate examination. The tutor said nothing, appearance of not possessing one to but he suspected that this, his wildest hold to. pupil, was no fool. Truth to tell, Fred- He knocked the ashes from his pipe, erick Conyngham had devoted little and held the hot brier bowl against thought to the matter of which he the ear of a sleeping fox-terrier, which spoke-namely, himself, and was per- animal growled, without moving, in a haps none the

for that. A manner that suggested its possession young man who thinks too often usu- of a sense of humor, and a full comally falls into the error of also think- prehension of the harmless practical ing too much of himself.

joke. The examination was, however, A moment later the dog sat up and safely passed, and in due course Fred- listened with an interest that graderick was called to the Irish Bar, ually increased, until the door opened

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and Geoffrey Horner came into the "What is it?" room.

"I don't know yet-ruin, I think." "Faith, it's Horner,” said Conyng- “Nonsense, man,” said Conyngham ham. "Where are you from?"

cheerily; "there is no such thing in this "The North."

world-at least, the jolliest fellows I "Ah! sit down. What have you been know are bankrupts or no better. doing up there? tub-thumping?" Look at me-never a brief; literary

Horner came forward and sat down contributions returned with thanks; in the chair indicated. He looked five balance at the bank, seventeen pounds years older than when he had last ten shillings; balance in hand, none; been there. Conyngham glanced at debts, the Lord only knows! Look at bis friend, who was staring into the me, I'm happy enough.” fire.

“Yes; you're a lonely devil.” "Edith all right?" he asked care- Conyngham looked at his friend with lessly.

inquiry in his gay eyes. "Yes."

"M-m! perhaps so. I live alone, if "And—the little chap?"

that is what you mean. But as for “Yes."

being lonely-no, hang it! I have Conyngham glanced at his com- plenty of friends, especially at divipanion again. Horner's eyes had the dend times." hard look that comes from hopeless- "You have nobody depending on ness; his lips were dry and white. He you,” said Horner, with the irritability wore the air of one whose stake in the of sorrow. game of life was heavy, who played "Because nobody is such a fool. On that game nervously. For this was an the other hand, I have nobody to care ambitious man, with wife and child a twopenny curse what becomes of me. whom he loved. Conyngham's atti- Same thing, you see, in the end. Come, tude toward Fate was in strong con- man, cheer up. Tell me what is wrong. trast. He held his head up and faced Seventeen pounds ten shillings is not the world without encumbrance, with. exactly wealth, but if you want it, you out a settled ambition, without any know it is there. Eh?" sense of responsibility at all. The "I do not want it, thanks," replied sharp-eyed dog on the hearth-rug the other. "Seventeen hundred would looked from one to the other. A mo- be no good to me." ment before the atmosphere of the He paused, biting his under lip and room had been one of ease and con- staring with hard eyes into the fire. fortable assurance-an atmosphere “Read that,” he said at length, and that some men, without any warrant handed Conyngham a cutting from a or the justification of any personal suc- daily newspaper. cess or distinction, seem to carry with The younger man read without apthem through life. Since Horner had parent interest an account of the Chescrossed the threshold the ceaseless ter-le-Street meeting, and the subsehum of life in the streets seemed to be quent attack on Sir John Pleydell's nearer, the sound of it louder in the house. room; the restlessness of that great “Yes," he commented; "the usual strife stirred the air. The fox-terrier thing. Brave words followed by a laid himself on the hearth-rug again, cowardly deed. What in the name of but instead of sleeping watched his fortune you were doing in that galère, two human companions.

you yourself know best. If these are Conyngham filled his pipe. He politics, Horner, I say drop them. turned to the table where the match- Politics are a stick, clean enough at box stood at his elbow, took it up, rat- the top, but you've got hold of the tled it, and laid it down. He pressed wrong end. Young Pleydell was hurt, the tobacco hard with his thumb, and, I see-'seriously, it is feared.'” turning to Horner, said sharply:

“Yes!" said Horner significantly, and

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his companion, after a quick look of was thinking. Horner, indeed, had his surprise, read the slip of paper care- own thoughts, perhaps of the fireside fully a second time.

-modest enough, but happy as love Then he looked up and met Horner's and health could make it, upon which eyes,

his own ambition had brought down "Gad!” he exclaimed, in a whisper. the ruins of a hundred castles in the

Horner said nothing. The dog air—thoughts he scarce could face, and moved restlessly, and for a moment yet had no power to drive away, of the the whole world--that sleepless world young wife whose world

that of the streets-seemed to hold its same fireside; of the child, perhaps, breath.

whose coming had opened for a time "And if he dies?” said Conyngham the door of Paradise. at length.

Conyngham broke in

upon these "Exactly so," answered the other meditations with a laugh. with a laugh of scaffold mirth.

"I have it!” he cried. “It's as simConyngham turned in his chair, and ple as the alphabet. This paper says sat with his elbows on his knees, his it was a barrister, a man from London, face resting on his closed fists, staring a malcontent, felon-a coward. at the worn old hearth-rug. Thus they Dammy, Geoff, that's me.” remained for some minutes.

He leapt to his feet. “Get out of the “What are you thinking about?” way, Jim!” he cried to the dog, pushasked Horner at length.

ing the animal aside and standing on "Nothing; got nothing to think with, the hearth-rug. you know that, Geoffrey. Wish I had; "Listen to this," he went on. “This never wanted it as I do at this mo- thing, like the others, will blow over. ment. I'm no good, you know that. It will be forgotten in a week. AnYou must go to some one with brains, other meeting will be held, say, in some clever devil.”

South Wales, more windows will be As he spoke he turned and took up broken, another young man's head the paper again, reading the para- cracked, and Chester-le-Street (Godgraph slowly and carefully. Horner forsaken place; never heard of it) will looked at him with a breathless hun be forgotten.” ger in his eyes. At some moments it is Horner sat looking at the young a crime to think, for we never know Irishman with hollow eyes,

his lips but that thought may be transmit- twitching, his fingers interlocked. ted without much

whis- There is nothing makes so complete a per.

coward of a man as a woman's love. “The miners were accompanied by Conyngham laughed as the notion una gentleman from London,” Conyng- folded itself in his mind. He might, ham read aloud, "a barrister, it is sup

as he himself had said, be of no great posed, whose speech was a feature at brain power, but he was, at all events, the Chester-le-Street meeting. This

a man, and a brave one. He stood a gentleman's name is quite unknown, full six foot, and looked down at his nor has his whereabouts yet been dis- companion, who sat white-faced and covered. His sudden disappearance

shrinking. lends likelihood to the report that this

“It is quite easy," he said, unknown agitator actually struck the to disappear in such a manner as to blow which injured Mr. Alfred Pley- arouse suspicion. I have nothing to dell. Every exertion is being put forth keep me here. My briefs-well, by the authorities to trace the man, the solicitor-general can have 'em! I who is possibly a felon and certainly have no ties-nothing to keep me in a coward."

any part of the world. When young Conyngham laiu aside the paper and Pleydell is on his feet again, and a few again looked at Horner, who did not more windows have been broken, and meet his glance nor ask of what he nine days have elapsed, the wonder

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will give place to another, and I can prompt. I must disappear to-night; return to my-practice."

the paragraphs must be in to-morrow's "I couldn't let you do it."

papers. I think I'll go to Spain. The “Oh, yes, you could,” said Conyng- Carlists seem to be making things ham, with the quickness of his race to lively there. You know, Horner, I was spy out his neighbor's vulnerable point. never meant for a wig and gown; "For the sake of Edith and the little there's no doubt about it. I shall have devil."

a splendid time of it out there." Horner sat silent, and after a mo- He stopped, meeting a queer look in ment Conyngham went on.

Horner's eyes, who sat leaning forward “All we want to do is to divert sus- and searching his face with jealous picion from you now, to put them on a glance. false scent, for they must have one of “I was wondering," said the other, some sort. When they find that they with a pale smile, “if you were ever in cannot catch me they will forget all love with Edith." about it."

"No, my good soul, I was not,” anHorner shuffled in his seat. This swered Conyngham, with perfect carewas nothing but detection of the lessness; "though I knew her long thoughts that had passed through his before you did.” own mind.

He paused, and a quick thought "It is easy enough done,” went on flashed through his mind that some the Irishman. “A paragraph here and men are seen at their worst in adverthere in some of the newspapers; a few sity. He was ready enough to find exincriminating papers left in these cuses for Horner, for men are strange rooms, which are certain to be in the gift of their friendship, often searched. I have a bad name-an giving it where they know it is but illIrish dog goes about the world with a deserved. rope round his neck. If I am caught, He rattled on with unbroken gaiety, it will not be for some time, and then unfolding plans which in their perfecI can get out of it somehow-an alibi tion of detail suggested a previous exor something. I'll get a brief, at all perience in outrunning the constable. events. By that time the scent will be While they were still talking a mu: lost, and it will be all right. Come, tual friend came in, a quick-spoken Geoff, cheer up! A man of your sort man, already beginning to be known ought not to be thrown by a mischance as a fournalist of ability. They talked like this.”

of indifferent topics for some time. He stood with his legs apart, his Then the newcomer said jerkily:-hands thrust deep into his pockets, a "Heard the news?" gay laagh on his lips, and much dis- "No," answered Conyngham. cernment in his eyes.

“Alfred Pleydell, young fellow who "Oh, d-n Edith!" he added, after a resisted the Chartist rioters in Durpause, seeing that his efforts met with ham, died yesterday morning.” no response. “D-n that child! You Frederick Conyngham had placed used to bave some pluck, Horner." himself in front of Horner, who was

Horner shook his head and made no still seated in the low chair by the fire. answer, but his very silence was a He found Horner's toe with his heel. point gained. He no longer protested “Is that so?" he said gravely. “Then nor raised any objection to his com- I'm off.” panion's harebrained scheme. The “What do you mean?" asked the thing was feasible, and he knew it. journalist, with a quick look; the man

Conyngham went on to set forth his had the manner of a ferret. plans, which, with characteristic ra- “Nothing, only I'm off; that's all, old pidity of thought, he evolved as he man. And I cannot ask you to stay spoke.

this evening, you understand, because "Above all," he said, "we must be I have to pack."

He turned slowly on Horner, who lions of their fellow-creatures, alien in had recovered himself, but still had his race and religion and the habits of life. hand over his face.

It is dominated by one great over"Got any money, Geoff?" he asked. whelming event, which, however many “Yes; I have twenty pounds, if you centuries our rule may endure, must want it," answered the other, in a always be regarded as the great crisis strangely hoarse voice.

of its history the Indian Mutiny, the I do want it-badly."

great rebellion of the native army, The journalist had taken up his hat which we had armed and trained and and stick. He moved slowly toward disciplined. According to all reasonable the door, and there pausing saw Hor- calculation of probabilities, British ner pass the bank-notes to Conyngham. power should have been swept, if not

“You had better go, too," said the out of India entirely, at all events from Irishman. "You two are going in the the larger portion of it. The story of same direction, I know.”

the spread of that rebellion, of the manHorner rose, and, half laughing, Co- ner in which it was confronted, and of nyngham puslied him toward the door. the manner in which it was crushed,

"See him home, Blake," he said. must always be one of the most sensa“Old Horner has the blues to-night." tional episodes in the history of the

world. Even the marvellous story of the original rise and progress of the empire of the East India Company is of less interest than this stirring narrative

of successful resistance to its overthrow. From Blackwood's Magazine.

If the day should ever come when, as FORTY-ONE YEARS IN INDIA.1 The forty-one years over which Lord and Russia will join in mortal combat

some statesmen predict, Great Britain Roberts's Eastern career extended have for its possession, one can hardly imwitnessed enormous changes in British

agine that even a conflict of those India. The increase of territory alone

gigantic dimensions would give rise to has been considerable. The consolidation of power within those extended deeds of heroism, or to more conspic

more thrilling scenes of strife, to greater Himits, and the increasing guarantees

uous triumphs of audacity, endurance, for its continuance, are equally con

and skill. Be that as it may, the Mutiny spicuous features of the history of that is the important date at which the period. The value of Lord Roberts's whole character of our relations with book to the ordinary reader, who is not

India underwent great organic equally interested with the military

change. It marks the period at which student in the wonderfully graphic and detailed accounts of military move- direct sovereignty was assumed by the

government by a company ceased, and ments, and of the terrible encounters queen, which was proclaimed the inthrough which our race had to struggle stant that the Mutiny was suppressed. in order to maintain the empire which And it brought home to the minds of our forefathers had won, lies in this. both governors and governed the stern that it brings home to his mind the conditions under which British power in lations to one another. It put an end at

realities of the position, and of their reIndia has been developed in the past once, and let us hope forever, to that and has to be maintained in the future. self-satisfied sense of security in which The period opens, as it closes, with a

the former had so fatally indulged; it handful of Englishmen administering

compelled the conviction that, however the affairs and regulating down to the minutest detail the government of mil- latter may be, power rests ultimately

apparently submissive and pliant the 1 Forty-one years in India. By Field-Marshal

on military supremacy; and it led to a Lord Roberts of Kandahar. In 2 vols. London: clearer sense of the conditions under Richard Bentley & Sons. 1897.

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