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Here they were forestalled. Before it could come to his turn the thoughtful Pinker gave notice. His example was followed by Swinny the virtuous. Swinny, as it happened, was a niece of Farmer Ashby's, the same who saw Stanistreet driving with his arm round Mrs.

By courtesy the most unnatural mother may be credited with a wish to see her child once a day. This morning Mrs. Nevill Tyson did not so much as raise her head. She was sitting by the fire in her usual drooping guilty attitude. Swinny noticed that the hearth was strewn with the fragments of torn letters.

He had had an "attack" the last time she did this, and Swinny, who valued her place for more reasons than one, had been afraid to say anything about it. Preoccupied with her great passion, she had been insensible to the signs of sickness that showed themselves from day to day. In other words, there had been shameful, pitiful neglect.

That is a little contribution I wish to make to the discussion to-day, and if I can interest any one here in forwarding it, I shall be exceedingly glad. MR. SWINNY said: Towards the close of his lecture, Professor Geddes remarked that the cities of America inherited a great part of their civilisation from Greece and Rome and the Europe of the Middle Age.

She looked for letters. There were two one from the master of the house; one also from Stanistreet, placed undermost by the discreet Pinker. The same thoughtful observer of character noticed that his mistress blushed and put her letters aside instead of reading them at once. At ten Swinny came into the breakfast-room, bearing Baby. This was the custom of the house.

Oh, it wasn't the Captain's fault. She whistled and he came, that was all. So far Swinny. Was that all? On every face there was a tremendous query. But upon the whole it was concluded that Stanistreet at any rate had had regard to his friend's honor. It is the last stone that kills; so, you see, there was a certain hesitation about hurling it. No educated person believes the evidence of servants.

"Baby thinks that his mamma would like to see him," said Swinny, in an insinuating manner. A hard melancholy voice answered, "I don't want to see him. I don't want to see him any more." All the same Mrs. Nevill Tyson turned and looked after him as he was carried through the doorway.

She put the baby down on a rug by the window, and left his mother alone with him to see what she would do. She did nothing. Baby lay on the floor sucking his little claw-like fingers, and stirring feebly in the sun. Mrs. Nevill Tyson continued to gaze abstractedly at nothing. When Swinny came back after a judicious interval, he was still lying there, and she still sitting as before.

Nevill Tyson's waist; she was first cousin to the landlord of "The Cross-Roads," where the Captain retired on the night of the quarrel, and she was sister to Miss Batchelor's maid. The scandal was all in the family. It was this circumstance, no doubt, that had given such color and consistency to the floating rumor. Swinny, having regard to her testimonials, was not openly offensive.

And if it had been possible to entertain a doubt as to this excellent woman's worth, the fact that she had kept the Tyson baby alive so long was sufficient testimonial to her capabilities. But Swinny was in love in love with Pinker. And to be in love with Pinker was to live in a perfect delirium of hopes and fears.