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if they had never existed for she heard her father-in-law's will read, and in the reading of that will the whole face of life was changed to her.

Neither brother looked at ease as they prepared to listen. James was oppressed with the weight of his secret, and perhaps with the sense of his many sins against his father. George changed colour and manifestly listened with eagerness.

The will was accompanied by a statement written in Mr. Kingsworth's own hand. After speaking of his father's purchase of the old house, and of his own pride in coming into possession of it, and his desire to re-establish the family fortunes, there was a very stern and unsoftened repetition of all James' misdemeanours, and of their frequent forgiveness, of the sums of money that had been paid for him, and of how they had impoverished the estate. He had long known that the object of himself and his father would be undone by his son, had long hesitated as to the disposition of his property, but now understanding, that in addition to all these causes of displeasure James had contracted secretly a marriage of a discreditable kind, he must take the consequences of his actions, and see his father's estate left to one who in every way deserved it.

Accordingly the will, executed only a fortnight before Mr. Kingsworth's death, left his whole property to his second son, and disinherited James altogether.

There was a moment's blank silence, then James started up.

"But my letter-my letter that I wrote to you, George? I sent you a full explanation to lay before my father. Where is it? Why did he not receive it ?"

"I did not find an opportunity," said George slowly. "While he was unfavourably disposed, it would have been useless."

"You did not find-you did not make one," cried James passionately, "I deserved something of this, but my father never would have acted with such cruelty, had he read that letter. You told me it was better to make you the channel of approach-besides, you must have knownyou could have guessed at first the rights of the story."

"It is natural that you should be angry-" began George.

"Natural! yes indeed! Did you not tell me that you endeavoured to soften my father's anger. Didn't you promise that he should know

the efforts I was making ?"

"Hush, James!" interposed the Canon; "you must allow George

to speak. This thing is done and cannot be undone, for there is no question either of my brother's ability or of his right to make his will, when this statement was written."

There was a moment's pause, then George said, "I have nothing to say. It is impossible to reply to my brother's insinuations."

"You had better produce James' letter now," said the Canon, "that there may be no further misunderstanding."

"I-I was about to say," said George, "that most unfortunately, the letter is mislaid; otherwise I might have found an opportunityMary, you do not recollect seeing such a letter ?"

"No, George, you never showed it to me, nor told me you had received it," she said, in a hard clear voice that startled them all.

"I think," said the Canon, with decision, "that we had better separate; no good can be attained by further discussion now. If you will come with me, James, I shall be glad to hear all the particulars of your marriage."

James had not perhaps so fully realised the situation as to feel the full force of his anger against his brother. He followed his uncle, and the family solicitor who had been present at the reading of the will, took leave, saying that he should call again on the next day, when matters were more ripe for discussion.

The door closed behind him and the husband and wife were left alone.

She had remained in her seat by the fire, silent except when appealed to, through the whole interview. Now she sprang up and ran to him, laying her hands on his and looking right into his eyes, with a passionate appeal in her own.

"George, we can give it back to him," she said, breathlessly.

"My dear Mary," said George, turning his head away, "don't be so unreasonable; James has forfeited it over and over again. This is better for him and for all of us."

"But the letter-"

"Surely, Mary, you do not mean to join with those who insult me by such a suspicion," cried George, angrily.

She looked right into his face, then turned away and burst into an agony of weeping, and George, anxious to think the matter well over, left her alone to recover herself.

CHAPTER III.

FOUND DROWNED.

MRS. Kingsworth remained near the library fire by herself. Her tears soon ceased, and she sat still and silent, in the grasp of a conviction from which she could not free herself. Every word that George had said might be true, and yet she knew, she felt that all his wishes had worked in his own favour, that a "covetous desire" had been granted perhaps even in spite of weak and inadequate words and actions telling the other way. An intense feeling of shame seized on her. What in all the world, she thought, was worth the loss of self-respect? She heard without heeding, loud and angry voices, and the sudden shutting of the front door; but she never moved till Canon Kingsworth came into the

room.

"Well," he said, "James has told me the whole story. It was very foolish, he had no right to marry in the relations in which he stood towards his father; but the whole thing has been much misrepresented. I take blame to myself for my hasty account of it."

"It ought to be set right," said Mrs. Kingsworth, steadily.

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"Set right? do you mean reverse the will? Ah, my dear, that is impossible but I think that though my brother might in any case have made the same will in the main, had he known the facts, he would not have left James penniless."

"He would not have made any new will at all, but for that false report," said Mrs. Kingsworth. Her tone was so marked and so miserable that Canon Kingsworth turned away from the subject at

once.

"I shall take an opportunity of talking to George," he said, "tomorrow, when our minds are quieter. I am very anxious to avoid further discussion to-night. James is very angry, and I am afraid unforgetable words passed as he went out."

"Yes, I think George did so too, afterwards."

Mrs. Kingsworth sat on by the fire, she felt no impulse to move, to talk the matter over, or to try to gain any new lights upon it. She was absolutely silent; while the Canon took up a book from the table, and read or feigned to read it, till the butler looked in and said, "Will the gentlemen be in to dinner, ma'am ?"

"To dinner? Is it dinner-time? Are they still out? Oh yes, we will wait for them."

They waited, till the Canon grew impatient, and went to look out of the window.

"Why, there is a dense fog," he said, "what can induce either of them to stay out in it ?"

Mrs. Kingsworth roused herself with a start. "It is close upon eight o'clock," she said, "what can keep them ?"

"The fog is thick enough to make them lose their way, I'll have the dinner bell rung outside the door."

They hardly knew how impatience gradually melted into uneasiness, and uneasiness into alarm; but before the next two hours were over, every man-servant in the place was shouting and searching, ringing the great bell in every direction, losing themselves and each other in the blinding mist, and with one conviction growing stronger every moment in their minds.

"The cliffs!" That whisper was in every one's mind long before it found its way to their lips; but the first sound of it terrified Mrs. Kingsworth almost out of her senses. She had been very slow to take alarm; but her fears once excited, all hope was gone from her. As for the Canon, he instituted every possible search and said nothing; but his mind was filled with terrible possibilities, which he would not put into words.

The night passed in perplexity and alarm, and even the dawn brought no relief; for the heavy sea-fog still hung thick over the cliffs and the shore; till, suddenly, as it seemed almost in a moment, it rolled back and left the white cliffs and the glittering waves bright in the morning sun.

The tide was low, and on the beach beneath the cliffs were found the bodies of James and George Kingsworth, clasped in each other's arms as if each had tried to rescue the other, or- But there was nothing to justify any other interpretation.

From the moment when James' passionate words to his brother as he hurried out of the house had been dimly overheard in tae hall, till the bodies were found on the beach, nothing was known of him. George had gone out a few minutes later, with a cigar, quietly and by himself. They had gone out into the mist and darkness, and mist and darkness hung impenetrably over their memories.

Among all the painful duties that devolved upon Canon Kingsworth,

that of disclosing what had passed to James' wife weighed on him by far the most heavily.

It was due to her that the family should now recognize her claims. She had, according to James' story, been living at Dinan, and there the Canon went to fetch her, leaving the other poor young widow in a strange state of silent stunned grief. As soon as might be he returned, bringing Mrs. James Kingsworth and her baby with him. She was a pretty young woman, and her reception of him before she knew the sad news he had come to tell had impressed him favourably; but now she was in a state of anger and half-realised grief, speaking of James as if he had been in all respects perfection in her eyes, and only now and then rousing herself from her distress, to remember that her child was disinherited. Canon Kingsworth was very glad to see her safely in her room and under charge of the housekeeper, and as he turned into the library to consider the situation, his other niece stood before him, with a letter in her hand.

Uncle, I have found it. Here is James' letter. I found it in the writing-case George always used. Now there is but one thing to be done. My baby shall not profit by this injustice. Let James' child take it all. It is not Katharine's."

do not know what you are saying. Let me look at the

He glanced it over, and said gravely, "Yes, it concurs in all respects with what James told me. Mary, it is impossible now to judge. The past must be laid to rest. The will is valid, and secures this property to your child. Nothing that you can do can alter it. Some provision it is no doubt necessary should be made for James' daughter out of the estate, and I need not ask you to show kindness to one as bitterly afflicted as yourself."

"How

"It is a burden that I cannot bear," she said, passionately. can Katharine prosper under it! At least there must be full confession."

Stop, Mary, what is it that you want to confess? Remember you know nothing."

I know that Mr. Kingsworth did not get that letter. I know that my child has her cousin's right. If he-if George had no time to do justice, I must do it for him."

"Recognize and receive her kindly, that is the first thing to do." That was a strange interview between the two young widows,