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patience an impatience quickened by There was no possible way of guessing Nuna's praise a sense of wrong-doing at Paul's moods; he was, as Mrs. Fagg hung over him, but did not check his would have said, "so touch-and-go." The progress. As he drew nearer and nearer the cottage, thought grew confused; a tumultuous, throbbing joy left no room for aught beside its own presence.

CHAPTER X.

AN INTERRUPTION,

PAUL went in behind the scarlet-runner vines; he wanted to take Patty by surprise, so he stepped over the gate that its click might not give her warning.

Light had faded suddenly out of the sky, and by the time he reached the porch the green of the honeysuckle had darkened so that the blossoms showed ghostwise on the dusky leaves.

The stillness was deathlike, except for the weird, mysterious murmur by which Nature indicates her function of perpetual growth. As he listened, there came a shriller sound than these indistinct pulsebeats —a cricket chirping out in the silent house.

The charm was broken. He had stood in the porch, spelled by the murmuring stillness; he tapped at the door, and smiled.

"I am faint-hearted to need encouragement from a cricket."

very cause of offence of one day might on the next be specially pleasing to his fastidious notions; and now, although at the sight of Patty his whole being seemed to go out to her, and though he could hardly restrain the avowal of his passion, these few words, hardly and flippantly spoken, threw him back on himself-almost broke through the charm that had held his senses in thrall.

He stood cold and unmoved. And Patty turned round her head and saw him so standing; and as she really did love him, nature prompted her to do the only thing which could have moved him: she began to cry.

The little quivering sob thrilled through his heart, and in a minute his arms were round her, and she was drawn close to him.

"You sweet little darling, what is it?" he whispered. "You know I couldn't vex you, Patty."

Patty made no effort to free herself. "I thought you'd forgotten me," she sobbed.

The light was very indistinct, but Padl did not want much light to make him see her face. He put one hand under the soft round chin, and raised

The door opened, and there was it. Patty.

"I'll come out," she said, "it is so dark in here."

There was no surprise in her voice. It seemed to Paul that she had felt his presence before she saw him. Patty would have liked to ask him indoors, only then he would have seen how poor her home

was.

She was so very glad that she could not find anything to say. But Paul's first words reminded her of her grievance against him.

"I thought I should see you at church again?"

"You would not have liked me to speak to you before all those people?"

"No," said Patty. She was so happy she would have said anything she thought he wished her to say.

"Of course I knew I should see you here this evening; isn't it much better, eh?"

He bent down and looked into her eyes- -looked until his soul seemed to go out at his lips. Somehow they met Patty's.

Even while that first thrilling kiss lingered, a slight but distinct sound made them start asunder-the click of the gate latch.

Patty had meant to speak calmly, and like a lady, as she phrased it, but her in- "It's Father," Patty whispered; and dignation mastered her. He wanted her then her keen wits helped her lover. to go to church, did he, that he might look" He can't see us because of the beanat her, and then walk home with Miss vines; go away over the front palings. Nuna, without so much as turning his go quick!" head?

You wouldn't have seen me if I'd gone," she said.

Paul started, the words were so harshly spoken. Patty had turned her head away, but he felt that she was looking vexed.

Paul would have stood his ground, but there was such terror in her voice that he feared to expose her to her father's anger.

He stepped over the palings; and then he stood waiting till he heard footsteps going towards the cottage.

There was a murmur of voices, but no sounds of anger. He waited yet for some time, but there was no sign of life. He heard the front door shut, and some creaking bolts drawn across it, and then he turned slowly towards the lane again.

Patty had inwardly blessed her father's thrifty ways. He could not see her blushes in the darkness; and the very fact of finding her thus, and not, as he expected, burning a candle through the whole evening, put Roger in good humour with her, and made him unsuspicious.

"Well, lass, I'm come home later than I thought, but I'd have been later yet if Mr. Bright hadn't given me a lift; an' I've brought you news you'll like to hear."

"Oh, what's that?" Patty's heart fluttered violently; she longed to run upstairs and realize some of the delight of the last few minutes; it was dreadful to be forced away from the thought of it.

"Well," Roger spoke almost jocularly, "I'm not going to say all on a sudden; I'll make ye guess, lass; there's a visitor coming to see ye."

At any other time Patty must have guessed his meaning, but now she could not even take in his words.

"A visitor? Do you want supper, Father?"

"I'll have a crust," he said; and in the faint glimmer he found his chair and sat down in it, while Patty disappeared into the washhouse.

A little chill fell on her father.

We are

"How that fellow took on for the loss of his mother!" said Roger to himself. "He couldn't have done more if she'd left to him instead of to me. And how that wife of his did try to comfort him!"

A sort of smothered sigh escaped him. "She means well, does Patty," he said to himself.

Patty came back with a thin candle in a flat tin candlestick, and then she set a loaf, a fragment of cheese, and a knife on the table.

Roger drew his chair up and ate in silence.

"I may as well have a drink," he said; "I'm thirsty." She fetched him some water, and then she tried to think of something to say.

"How's Grandmother?"

Roger took a draught out of the brown pitcher, and then set it down on the table.

"She's dead! And, Patty, she's left all she'd got to leave in trust to me against you're old enough to want it: it beant much, lass, but it 'ull be useful one day."

Patty's eyes brightened for an instant; then a look of disappointment came into her face. She made no answer.

Something in her silent manner struck her father as new and unusual.

He lifted the candle suddenly to his daughter's face, and gave her a keen, searching glance.

Patty did not wince; she had recovered her self-possession, and the very manifestation of her father's suspicion put her on guard to baffle it.

Roger nodded.

"I don't see as it can be any other, unless ye've friends in Guildford as I knows naught on. I saw Miss Patience in the street yesterday, and she said she was coming over to Ashton Rectory, to-morrow or next day, to wait on Miss Nuna Beaufort, and she 'ud be glad if you'd go up and see her there."

"What makes ye so quiet, lass? Why don't ye guess who your visitor'll be?" "Is it some one at Guildford?" And apt to proportion our notions by the mood then she went on quickly, roused suddenly in which we view things. If Roger's jour-out of her deadness to outside things by ney had proved unsuccessful, and if on his an eager hope: "Is it Miss Patience herreturn he had found Patty writing a letter self? by the light of a half-burnt candle, he would have been as cold as usual, and would not have expected any warmth from his child; but he was in singularly bright spirits. Grandmother Wood had died easily, and had left her savings to "her daughter's husband, Roger Westropp, for the use of his only child Martha." This was better than he had expected; he should have no trouble now in keeping the money from being spent in ribbons and rubbish. It had been a triumph, too, to rescue the money from his brother-in-law Peter. Grandmother Wood had only left her son ten pounds; he had displeased her by an imprudent early marriage, but at her death she had forgiven and blessed both him and his wife

"You ought to have asked her here." Patty spoke crossly; a vision of Nuna waited on obsequiously by Miss Coppock, with the curtseying manner the milliner observed towards her customers, was disturbing. "Miss Patience can come over all the way from Guildford to wait on that Miss Nuna, and yet she won't take the trouble so much as to walk the length of

Carving's Wood Lane to see an old friend | stairs to her little bare room, and listened like me."

But Patty was too practical to nourish such resentment.

"Miss Nuna paid her for going," she thought, and her forehead grew smooth. Just then it seemed to her that anything might be expected so long as the pay was in proportion to the service rendered; never in her life before had she felt such a craving for money.

Roger paused before he answered; his words were always weighed before he spoke them.

"I did ask the lady to come and see you, and I'll tell you why I did, Patty. You can tell Miss Patience of your grandmother's bounty if you will, but I won't have Jane at the Rectory, nor Clara Briton either, chattering about my affairs; d'ye hear, lass?"

He spoke sharply, but Patty's spirits had come back.

"Never you fear, Father. Oh, I am so pleased Miss Patience is coming: to-morrow or next day? I hope to-morrow."

Roger's suspicion was lulled.

"She'd got dull like with being alone," he said; "if she'd found amusement here, she wouldn't be in such a taking at seeing that stuck-up dressmaker." Then a thought struck him, and he went on aloud: "Miss Coppock 'll be down here somewhere about three o'clock. You can give her a cup of tea, Patty, but I'll have no waste in providing cakes and pastry; don't you fancy I'll make the smallest change in my ways because of this bit of money comin' in. It's put by against a rainy day."

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impatiently to his slow, firm tread. It seemed to her he was longer than usual shutting and bolting the door.

"As if any one would rob a poor cottage like this," she said. "Why, I'm the only thing worth stealing in it."

She looked wonderfully pretty as she sat on the edge of her bed, loosening her luxuriant hair till it reached the counterpane, and longing for silence in the cottage.

It came at last, and then Patty could give herself up freely to her reveries without fear of interruption.

While she sat waiting, a cloud had come across the sunshine of her future.

Were artists gentlemen? To Patty the word gentleman did not represent a state of mind, or manners, or breeding; it simply meant style of living a large luxurious house, a carriage, plenty of servants, and above all, an unlimited command of money; these things, so the novels she had borrowed at Miss Coppock's assured her, were to be found by poor country girls, provided they had wit and beauty, and it was for these things she had resolved to marry a gentleman.

"Such things make any one a lady," said Patty; "it don't matter about the schooling or the breeding either - I'm sure it don't- half so much as the clothes and the carriage. A poor lady, if she's a lady to the backbone, 'ull get snubbed and sent to the wall if she's no money to cut a dash with."

And yet wasn't Mr. Whitmore enough in himself without anything besides?

And that first kiss came back; it seemed to be really pressing itself on Patty's lips again. She hid away her glowing face in her hands, hugging the memory of it.

And he might be rich after all, who could tell? Perhaps he only painted pictures for amusement; he had spoken of himself as an artist, but that might not mean anything; he might be a real independent gentleman.

She went to bed at last, comforted in this new perplexity by the anticipation of Miss Coppock's counsel.

seized and eaten by the starving inhabitants of villages through which they passed, but the pack mules were greedily devoured as well.

TERRIBLE accounts continue to be received as | have the dates and sugar of caravans been to the famine in Persia. At Yezd, some fifty children have been killed and eaten by the starving Mahomedan population. So severe is the famine in certain parts that not only

Public Opinion.

From Temple Bar.
PAUPER LORDS.

if they chose; but that would be derogation, and a noble would starve rather than CERTAIN first appearances in a new that his nobility should suffer disparagecharacter have been made of late by peers, ment by industry. It is said that the or sons or connections of peers. The the- most destitute nobles managed to keep a atre in which these first appearances have servant or two, although no service was been made, and made so frequently in the possible; food, fuel, and other desirable past year or two, is the Bankruptcy Court. things being altogether wanting. It seems, Their lordships, by themselves or their however, that what was derogation to the representatives, have had to make explan- | nobleman was not so to the noblewoman; ations to their Honours, the registrars, and ¦ at least, when starvation threatened, the world has not been much edified by amusement could be made as profitable what has transpired. In one style or an- as work. Noble Venetian ladies might other, the peerage has not been without a string pearls or beads as a pastime, and Hastings since the time of the son of the then go forth, if they were poor, and be Conqueror. When the late Marquis of privately paid for their labour. The lady Hastings came of age, and was fined for as heartily ashamed of herself as the having cock-fighting on Sundays in his Irish knight's widow who was reduced to mansion, Dorrington Hall, people augured cry "butter" for sale in the market, and badly of the future, and almost foresaw" hoped to goodness nobody would hear that crash which came with bankruptcy her ". - scuffled off with her groat for and ruin, and ended miserably with death. wages, and bought a poor twopennyworth The Marquis had nothing of his grand- of fried fish, a penny cup of broth made father in him that stately grandfather out of calves' and lambs' heads, tripes, who learned book-keeping by double entry hearts, &c., and spent the other penny in in a school at Hackney, having for his schoolfellow that young Shore, afterwards Lord Teignmouth, whom the then Frank Rawdon succeeded years after in the governor-generalship of India. The only book the last of the marquises appears to have kept was the "book which bettors at races keep, and what came of it we all know.

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bread. Thereupon, my lord and his noble dame would greatly dine; but there could not have been much left for the servant, if they were rash enough to have one, who might discover that the dinner was earned by work, and so look down upon their signorships with contempt.

In later days, and nearer home, pensions have been found as much a solace for insufficient income as rewards for past services.

The dukedom of Newcastle has fallen as the marquisate of Hastings. The peer who was duke from 1664 to 1676, in the Pensions for past services of peers were, title-page to his famous work on horse- no doubt, originally intended for those manship, refers to his power to make whose pecuniary means were small, and knights. After two centuries, the histori- who preferred an order on the Treasury cal family is, as it were, under the hoofs to an increase of dignity. Learned lords of horses with very ignoble riders on them. who leave the woolsack, and cannot deLords by courtesy appear to go in and out scend to the floor of the law courts, have of the Bankruptcy Court as if it were their lines cast in pleasant places, in the their club, and they seem quite as com- shape of a pension amounting to £5000 a fortable under the process. Peers, how-year each. As chancellors go out with a ever, whether they will or no, can now be made amenable to the same tribunal.

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ministry, there have been as many as four ex-chancellors dipping their hands into The Venetian nobility of the later years the public purse. Irish lord chancellors — of the Republic, and such Venetians as but they are not necessarily peers. claim to be noble still, are, for the most ceive abont £3700 a-year; the exact sum part, the descendants of those persons who is £8 short of that. Pensions have been happened to be electors in the year 1279. awarded to some peers in acknowledgment The right of voting was then confined to of their having been, during many years, less than five hundred individuals in the recipients of large annual sums of money six wards. Originally, every male of full for which they have rendered no service! age (twenty-one) possessed the right of The Earl of Ellenborough, who was once voting. Many of these nobles have fallen the nominal Chief Clerk of the Queen's to the condition of beggars; and formerly Bench —a sinecure office - had a compensuch noble mendicants had the privilege sation annuity awarded him, on the aboliof asking for alms under masks. Of course tion of the office, of nearly £8000 a-year. they might turn to trade or other work, 'The late Lord Avonmore, when he had to

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surrender the registrarship of the Irish | America in the forecastle of a ship, workCourt of Chancery, received an annuity ing his way over; and that subsequently of £4199- and wanted the money. The-but not till after many vicissitudes and late Earl of Roden was, perhaps, less perils - he embarked at Boston under the needy, but he could very well employ the name of Charles Oswald. The Earl sailed annuity of £2698 which he gained by los- thence eastward in the American schooner ing the auditor-generalship of the Irish Hera, of which he was the chief officer. Exchequer. Many pensions are granted The Hera in course of time reached Hong for one life, others for two or three lives, Kong, but at that time the Earl and others, again, as long as legitimate Charles Oswald-was no longer on board. successors to the original grantee exist. The story she brought with her was to the More than £20,000 a year is still paid in effect that, shortly after she was out, the these so-called perpetual pensions. As ship was caught in a gale. It became long as there exists an Earl Amherst or necessary to take in the mainsail. While Nelson, a Lord Rodney, or a Viscount Ex- engaged in this task the chief mate and a mouth - or even a descendant of the seaman became caught in the tackle. A Duke of Schomberg - the perpetual pen-heavy lurch of the vessel hurled the former sion list will not be without a name ou it. Charles Oswald - into the sea. The Among the strangest cases of poor lords storm was so fearful, the sea so heavy, that are to be reckoned those who have volun- it was impossible to save the unfortunate tarily encountered poverty. In the person nobleman, who then and there perished. of the eldest son of the Earl of Lovelace Such is the story; but if a man should -the Countess was Byron's daughter Ada turn up in a dozen years, prove that he we have one of the most singular exam- was Oswald, the mate, rescued by some ples of a young lord submitting volunta- other means - that it had suited his hurily to poverty and painful toil. While hemour to wander about the world ever was Lord Ockham, and after he had come since, but that at last he intended to take to grief as a midshipman, he served as a to his own again - he might prove a very common sailor on board an American mer- unwelcome visitor to the waiters for the chant vessel. Subsequently he was a mere inheritance. He might, perhaps, cry, day-labourer in Mr. Scott Russell's ship-" Fortuna sequatur!" as he began the work, yard. He was in that capacity when, in 1860, he succeeded his grandmother Byron's widow-in the barony of Wentworth. In 1865 he died, poor, a labourer and a peer, but he never assumed the title belonging to his peerage. He was said to have left a widow in humble circumstances, but of good reputation. In 1863, however, his only brother laid claim to the barony of Wentworth, which claim was allowed by the House of Lords. In the course of the hearing of this claim it was distinctly stated that the Baron Wentworth who had toiled as a labourer in a shipyard had died unmarried.

Something not very unlike the above incident is connected with the Gordon family. It is not very certain where the Earl of Aberdeen is to be found, or in what capacity he is passing himself off. Impecunious Gordons have not been rare. There was a Lord Thomas Gordon who was a bankrupt in 1860 under the designation of a tobacconist. The Earl of Aberdeen to whom we now refer is, or was, the brother of the Hon. James Gordon who accidentally shot himself at Cambridge. The Earl was born in 1841, and he succeeded his father in 1864. He is said to have been of an adventurous and roving disposition; that he left England for

and seat himself comfortably at Haddo House, Fraserburgh, Aberdeenshire, at the end of it.

Taking the question generally of hereditary gentleman turning adventurers vagobondizing over the world, courting poverty and peril, getting drowned at sea and coming up again after their death has long been a matter of congratulation to the next heir, and perhaps of the whole family- the law ought to prevent their cruel and imbecile vagaries. If a nobleman, as a matter of caprice, chooses to pass for dead during many years, and, after quietly allowing the natural heir to take possession of the inheritance, comes once more upon the stage and claims to act the first part again, it would be well if the law could prohibit the new assumption. A small annuity, paid quarterly, is the utmost that should be allowed to these eccentric humorists.

It is quite another thing with men of title whom poverty has driven abroad in the world, but whose industry has built up new wealth wherewith to gild the old title, if they choose to assume it. We may instance the case of the Norwich baronetcy as to this point. Sir William Norwich lost the Bampton estate by gambling. His brother and heir, John, became a pensioner

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