EIRE’S ACQUITTAL.
Bj Helen B. Mathers.
P A HT U
(Continued.)
“I think you must be Major Me
thuen,” she said, and wondered to see
how haggard he had gone all at once,
for during the jiast hour he had seemed
to grow younger; “and I am glad you
have come home to your mother,” she
added, softly, “for she said you were
her only sou, and she a widow.”
"Yes, she is happy now,” he said as
one whose thoughts were not in his
words; “we are going to settle dov a to
gether in the country next month. 1
was always a bad correspondent and
she thought—”
'•That you must is; dead,” said Mad
cap, sighing; “but it was poor Frank
who died.”
"What on earth is the link between
him and me?”sald the soldier, a flush
of something ihat looked like anger
rising to his tanned brow. “Every
where I am r<*eeived for him, taken for
a dull echo of him—a makeshift that
bears some faded resemblance to tin;
dead hero. I’m positively sick of hear
ing myself railed Ivel, and being
e.lapped on the shoulder every time
I venture to go to my club by some
man who vows he used to know me
in another name.”
“But was there any resemblance be
tween you?” said Madcap, sitting erect,
and understanding .lob’s mistake bet
ter.
