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tue Into their hearts and homein place of the little grandson who was wrecked. And yet it is very strange that the steward could have made such a mistake. However,’ Percy- always concluded with asigh after these perplexing arguments and qnes- tionings with himself, ‘‘it is useless to dwell upon the subject; [must try to make the best of my lot and try not to worry over it. I willaecept the fate which has been portioned out to me, and make the most of my life, and try to carve out an honorable uname and place in the world for rself.” Three mouths-atter Captain Morton’s death that small household was broken up, for Percy's course of study was completed, and he had determined, alter careful consideration, to go to London and fit him- self for the practice of medicine. | He could not think of being separated from Hazel, to whom he was becoming more devotedly attached with every passing year; therefore he arranged for her entranee into a first-clasa boardiny-school for young ladies in that city, where he could manage to visit her every few days, and see that she lacked for nothing that she needed. Perey took lodgings ina pleasant portion of the city, and settled himself for a three years’ medical course in the Royal College of Physicians, and bent all his energies toward the winning of his diploma. He was now in his twenty-first year, Hazel in her fourteenth, Hazel very soon became the petand pride of the institution where she was studying. No one conld resist her bright, merry ways, her sunshiny, happy face, upon Which a cloud was seldom seen, while in school hours she was one of the most faithful and diligent students imaginable. Percy was her oracle; he planned her course and suggested the arts that she was to pursue, and her one ain seemed to be to please hitn. “Percy wants me to do this,’ was a sufficient reason tor anything. “Percy wishes me to knc.w Latin, and though I don't like it very well, I will try to bea good Latin scholar because he is. Percy has a very critical ear for music, and I must be proficient in that,” and so with everything else connected with her school life. Onvly one thing caused her any PMY comicbooke.com ePould not he reeonneiled to thair canayatinn