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it's But one can do so little with these vagabond
his face. But it isn't Johnny alone; it's mother and father, now Johnny is taking strollers.? to clever ways. I reckon they're a bit dis- And Mr. Swayne passed into his trim appointed in me, and I was wondering if I garden and among his happy children with could get Mr. Brett to give me a bit of a look of care on his face. teaching after hours: he does it to some. I Alice and Gilbert ran up to him with tried once before, but it only seemed to put flowers in their hands, ready for a walk or a me more in a puzzle.'
chat. But little Dora, who was generally What do you do now after hours, Roger?' the first to seize upon him, where was she? asked Mr. Swayne.
Oh she's in the summer-house with a Tidy up the garden and do odd jobs for book,' said Gilbert, laughing; "taken a mother, and twice a-week I go into Shockley studious fit: I went to her just now, but she on errands for her and Miss Violet.'
asked me to leave her quite alone for ten Roger,' said Mr. Swayne, if you ask minutes.' me, I would not advise you to trouble yourI
"That is a strange fancy for little Dora,' self about books this summer; you seem said Mr. Swayne: “ but let us wait for her.' usefully and properly busy all day long, Dora did not long delay them, she was and you are not seeking instruction for its soon seen coming briskly up the straight own sake, but only, it seems to me, from a box-edged walk from the summer-house, mistaken idea that it will raise you in the holding her Prayer-book in her hand, esteem of your parents.
Wait till winter, “What have you been doing, dear?' asked at all events; your mother could hardly her father. do without your help just now—could she ? ‘Learning my Collect ready for the week, and do your duty, and bide your time. said little Dora; and it's quite perfect now. People may not think much of you now, I wanted to do as you told us in church, but there are many things better than father, and this was the first bit of carelessbook-learning.'
ness I could put right.' Roger went away a good deal comforted. Setting to work at once! that is the way; Mr. Swayne pondered a little on what had is it not, little one? Well, Gilbert and passed. Johnny Weir is a clever little Alice, and have you been trying to find lad," he said to himself, and I don't wonder out what lions most beset your paths ?' he is growing vain. I must talk to him. I Gilbert switched a neighbouring rosenoticed he was not so steady in the choir tree with the little cane he carried, and as usual. Poor Roger! it is hard on him .
declared there are such a lot of things that having this little upstart crowing over him, got in a fellow's way, but he meant to look but Roger is a good lad, and will not let it out as soon as ever he got back to school. vex him long.
And now for this poor And Alice blushed and hung down her little girl that crept into the church to-day. | head; it was odd that her father should ask There was something touching in her her such a question-she, who was nearly ignorance and simplicity. I wonder if she grown up! Gilbert and Dora were quite belongs to that unpleasant-looking man different, giddy things always in trouble. who owns the affair? She is too bright and Mr. Swayne said no more, so Alice had intelligent-looking to be really half-witted ; no need to explain her blush and silence. she must have been strangely neglected.
(To be continued.)
'but I am interested in the little girl; has AMONG LIONS.
she been long with you?' (Contiued from page 175.)
"Eighteen months or more,' said the CHAPTER V.
visit to the encamped show Mr. Swayne, catching sight of a spangled
two clinging to the gate, and Mr. Pottinger's off to the farrier's for in the vain hope of catching a glimpse of medicine.' some wonder or other. A rustling of straw There was little more to be got out of and clanking of chains betrayed the presence the woman, who was plainly in fear of of the beasts, however, and brought a look her husband; 80 Mr. Swayne lingered of interest not unmixed with awe on the about a little till he saw Mr. Pottinger chubby faces.
himself coming down the lane. • Any one at home?' asked Mr. Swayne, Despite his cringing manners, there was rapping with his stick on the gay front a cruel look on the showman's face. He door of the waggon.
was very polite to Mr. Swayne, however, A poor sickly woman opened the upper and asked permission to occupy the padhalf, and then, as if terrified, would have dock a day or two longer, as one of the shut it again.
lions was now showing signs of indisposition. 'Is Mr. Pottinger in ?' said Mr. Swayne It's a real bit of il-luck,' he said, for again.
we shall have to break up the show. I He's gone to the farrier's,' said the must take Hero and the rest of the beasts woman, huskily.
to the Shockley fair to-morrow; but I must * And little Bell?' pursued the clergyman leave the lions, and they draw better than 'She's out at play,' was the answer. anything.'
She is not your child ?' said Mr. Swayne With the fairy lion-tamer?' said Mr. confidently, remembering Bell's bright Swayne. eyes and dark-brown locks, and then The man glanced up suspiciously. Yes, glancing at the woman's dusty light hair with little Bell,' he said; but she's no and faded colouring.
good without the lions, so I shall leave her “Yes; no, I mean ;' and the
poor woman too with my wife, and only take my man.' almost trembled. She's Mr. Pottinger's ‘My man’ was a rough, disreputableniece. He'll be in soon,” she added, with looking fellow, who was smoking under a an evident desire to shut the door on her hedge in a distance. unwelcome visitor.
The child has not been with you long?" But for Bell's sake, Mr. Swayne per
asked Mr. Swayne. severed.
• Not very long,' said Mr. Pottinger; • Excuse me,
Mrs. Pottinger,' he said, we took her in out of pity, you see.'
“It would be better to get her into some tamer the most extraordinary proof of the Orphan Asylum,' said Mr. Swayne, where power of the eye over the brute creation.' she would be taught something, than lead- Poor little Bell was evidently a precious ing this wandering life; don't you think so ?' member of the establishment. Mr. Swayne
The man paused, and then said doggedly, turned away with a sigh, for the more he We do put her to school in the big towns, saw of Mr. Pottinger the less he liked him, but she's idle, and learns nothing.'
and yet the child was completely in his How far this was true Mr. Swayne bad power. no means of ascertaining, but he made one However, Bell and the sickly wife were more effort for the little castaway who had to remain a few days longer at Moor, and interested him the day before.
Mr. Swayne resolved to try again, in the Shall I try,' he said, 'to get her pro- absence of the showman, what he could do vided for? She must be a burden to you, for the child, and what information be and I have interest at the County Orphan could glean from Mrs. Pottinger of her Asylum in Shockley.'
former life. He strongly suspected that But the man answered, decidedly and the little girl was neither niece nor relapolitely,–
tion of the showman, but simply a child “No, thank you, sir; I'm obliged all the bought or borrowed to serve their purpose. same; but her mother-I mean her aunt Meantime little Bell was doing the best yonder, and he pointed to the cart—has for herself. She had rambled out in the but poor health, and Bell can run about for early morning, and somehow her stepsturned her. Would you like to see the lions, sir?'
? again to the schoolhouse.
To her great he added.
'I was thinking of sending up joy the sound of singing again fell upon to your house to ask if the young ladies and her ear; it was the opening hymn of the gentleman would like a ride on my famous school. Bell crept on, as she had done elephant before we start for Shockley.' the day before, to the very tireshold of the
He was the gracious showman now, and door, which stood wide open, letting in the Gilbert, who suddenly appeared on the sweet summer air and the little wanderer's scene, was not yet too old to undervalue
The children had their backs the chance of an elephant ride; first, to her and never guessed her presence; prehowever, making a rapid dash back to the sently, at a word from Miss Brett, they Rectory to fetch Dora. Meantime Mr. clasped their hands and knelt down. Bell Swayne took a look at the lions, a middle- in the doorway clasped hers as she stood, sized pair, boasting the high-sounding and remained quite still till the last Amen, names of Antony and Cleopatra.
when she was instantly discovered and Surely the child does not go in among pointed out to the mistress by some halfthem ?' he asked, glancing uncomfortably dozen little busybodies. Miss Brett had
. at the restless creatures.
seen her from the first, but there was some• We take every precaution,' said the thing about the poor neglected child which wily Mr. Pottinger. Many highly re- attracted the schoolmistress, as much as it spectable papers have noticed our perform- had done her clergyman. ance as wonderful. I have a magistrate's • Quiet, children !' she said ; 'form your testimonial that mine is the best-conducted classes. And now, little Bell, what do you exhibition of the sort, and my fairy lion- want?'