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I am all oe Stebbing Sone, you say ?” “Yes, sir,” replied Groby, “gone out. He ae lel early this morning and has not returned. Our opinion is that he has met with some accident, slipped from a. rock and sprained his ankle, or something of that sort.” “The work has begun,” HO ed the schoolmaster ; “you will never see him more alive.” _ “What work, sir?” exclaimed the surprised under- master, “nomore alive P Why not?” | é _ “T spoke hastily,” said Mr. Farrell ; “‘ this is not the place to talk about such matters. I will see you later on, Mr. Groby.” _ _ “Meanwhile,” suggested the mathematical master, a would it not be as Real for some search to be made for him ?. Stebbing has BONA been late before. He is the most punctual of men.’ “There is no occasion to go yet,” said Mr. Farrell, - with bloodless lips ; “ perhaps he will soon return.” This was in such direct contradiction to his recent declaration, that the listeners were more and more surprised. ; “i “Your papa is not well,’ said Mrs. Farrell to Eveline; “‘ he really must have some medicine.” _ Eveline was looking intently at her father. She was very young, but in many things much shrewder than her mother. She saw that there was something more than bodily illness in the demeanour of her parent. “Tt is no use worrying papa now,” she said. Groby, will you come again in half an hour r” -» . “The morning work will have begun by that time,” he said. “ Well, later on, some other time,” said Eveline, The under-master left the room, and Eveline dis- missed her mother for smelling-salts, merely'to get rid eat “of her for awhile. Hi f __It was one of the peculiarities of Mrs. Farrell that | she mislaid everything, and never could, without a long search, li eam * peta it ‘ - 66 Mr y / if th i: q \ : wu i) ut al aa! et iy Mae yi if Oy py & asi: vay Ny - vy of ae vt wy it wo pia NI Move ae mite hint y i" f, aH “teas We As gr ie YI Pela Hier} Air ib Sh Wie LA j vam Si ie hey rite oe Ma (I vane as ys oat A ths ster All vt BI 1 abet un seh} Pe ah iy Aap Z, or THE UNDER-MASTERS, oN ow, dear,” said Dee laying her Bead upon het} “ father’ S shoulder, “tell me what it is all about.” — &T don’t understand you,” he said, feebly. — : iG a - Oh, yes, you do,” said Kveline, confidently, “ you te know that there is something troubling you. wie is 1b P” He braced himself up in an sen to he firm, and ie ‘succeeded to an extent, Rs ; “My dear child,” he said, “it isa matter I cannot ‘ talk to you about, but I will take this opportunity to G tell you that I have been thinking of embracing the | 4 first chance of sending you to England.” , “ What for ?” Y ‘ To—to complete your ednedon?) | } ** Oh, no,” reason. JI want no more boarding-school education. But I see that it is something which concerns me that is troubling you.” He kissed her fondly, and told her not to ask any ) more questions. It was his wish she should go toys Sq ‘ ti nal i said LHveline, serenely, “that is not the ” ‘ ne rf 7 England for a ee and he would say no more, i ‘Tl won't go,” said Eveline. ; mat hve se “But you must, my dear,” heurged. __ a “I won’t, and there’s an end of it—not unless you | go. Iam very happy here with you and mamma, and the—the boys. Not,” she added, quickly, “that the y A boys count for much, but they make the place lively, it a Then look at the splendid opportunities I have for sketching. Iam going up to the castle this morning | Hf to paint it from the HOFER, east.” iene a “T can’t let you go,” said the schoolmaster— neg without an escort.” AR “Well, let Romeo go with me, if you are nervous, Mf and one of the boys. There is Gordon. He idles about a great deal. Give him some real work to dom bs It was a bold proposition, and she never for a ) xe: moment expected her father would fall in with ie but he did so. a . “ Gordon is no boy for books,” he said. “ “He was” Ns Rf Ly born for an open-air life, He shall go with you and ve Romeo. When will you be read to start ?” ate e We “ At once,” said Eveline, with the light of pleasure hie dancing in her eyes. “You need not worry mamma pas about my having an escort. She is so nervous about a nothing,” . “T would go with you myself,” said the schools | pe master, hesitating, “ (ee ond Os “My dear papa,” said Eveline, ingenuously, “it would be such a pity to take you from your duties. aH I really could not think of it. Gordon, with Roman “s will be sufficient—that 1s, if Gordon cares to come.” “YT will ask him,” said Mr. Farrell, “and do not anticipate a refusal; he is such an obliging boy.» Romeo, of course, has to do as he is told.” ) ‘He is very obedient,” said Eveline, sweetly, > a The boys were being summoned ig their morning — ‘en. a , he 3 ' IMTEh 300 ‘S.COl iy are Ang Aish PA a Pent anna IR EMule ‘