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Beatrice and Benedick,
A
Romance of the Crimea,
BY HAWLEY SMART,
Author of "Brkszif. Lanoton,” “At Fault,” “Tie and Trick, Losa Odds,
“Without Love or Licence,” Etc., Etc.
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CHAPTER XXIIL
THE ROYAL REVIEW.
Madame “Vashta” had bean very thor
ough-going in her vengeance and bad
written Hugh ample details of the
treachery exercised toward him as regards
bis correspondence. Sbe was too clever a
woman to vilify Mademoiselle Ivanhoff to
quite the extent she bad done in ber letter
to Byng.
“These men are so foolish,” she bad said
to herself. “If I place the whole turpitude
of her character before him, be might be
hot-headed enough to champion ber, so sbe
had confined herself to innuendoes as re
garded Mademoiselle Jvanhoff’s character,
but had been very clear and distinct in her
account of the tampering with bis letters.
He was quite aware, from the talk be had
beard amongst Russian officers, that
Mademoiselle Ivanhoff had rendered her
self a little notorious by ber numerous
tendresses, but that she should have dared
to keep back bis letters made Hugh very
angry. That the fair “Vashta” had calcu
lated upon, but, having still some fears of
his infirmity of purpose, she had further
arranged that he should meet his English
comrades at the church.
Hugh employed the day in buying a
pony, and in making preparations for his
departure. He had heard that there was a
party of English officers in the town, but he
had not seen them, and did not know
whether they belonged to bis old regiment
or not. He would go baok with them if
they were returning at once, but go back he
would without further delay.
Marie had kept her room closely all day,
and though be bad been in and out of the
house he bad not seen her since. He would
fain have said “good-b/,” and not parted
with her in auger, but he would not so far
retreat from his position of righteous wrath
as to solicit an interview, and without seeing
her again, he sot forth as his correspondent
had directed, for the church at which he was
assured be should meet bis compatriots.
Byng was awaiting him, and after ex
changing A hearty band grip, the two made
their way outside and commenced to pace
up and down in the moonlight.
“I thougbt perhaps it might be you. I
was told I should meet some of my own
people if I came here to night.”
“Yes, and you will come back with us,
won’t you?”said Byng. “There surely can
be no difficulty, now peace is proclaimed.
TV# expected you two or three weeks ago.
Brvdou would have it that you couldn't
harden your heart to say good-by to ‘Bister
Marie.’”
“I’m coming with you at once," rejoined
Hugh, “and shall start for England by the
first ship that will give me a passage I’ve
a notion I’m wanted there.”
“You’re better there than here,” said
Byng, dryly, “but come along, wo had best
fetch your pony, and then you can sleep in
our camp, so as to be ready for an early
start to-morrow morning.”
The nojt day saw Hugh Fleming and his
old comrades of the —th on th“ir way back
to Vauuutka. Ho toid them all he had ap
plied for his release on parole some weeks
back, but by some mistake he had received
permission to depart on the previous day,
and Tom Byng alone was aware of Bister
Marie’s perfidy.
On arrival in camp Fleming lost no time
in seei* about a passage for England, and
is two days he bad bidden his comrades
good-by, and steamed out of Balaklava
harbor.
* * * * * * *
Week 6 slip by, the embarkation is begun
ip real earnest, and every day sees some
contingent of the allied army marching
down to the transports that await them
either at Kamiesch or Balaklava.
Settlers aTe breaking up their stores and
restaurants, and the luxuries of life vary
in the most astounding way, according as to
whether the proprietors are axiously get
ting rid of extensive stores or are very
nearly sold out. Boards are sitting on war
material, clothing, etc., with instructions to
condemn it on the mere shadow of excuse.
Ponies that would have been reckoned
cheap at twenty pound apiece a few weeks
ago, are turned adrift in the streets of
Balaklava or sold for as many shillings.
There is a fretting for home in the breasts
of those whose turn has not yet come, and
the anxiety to return to England seems al
most as great as two years ago it had been
to leave it.
There is a fueling that the whole thing is
’played out,” that the curtain is down, and
that there is not much fun in lingering in
the tabby for one's carriage. We have been
inside Sebastopol, we have gazed upon the
caves of lnkermann, from the Phoros Pass
to Yalta, from the Valley of Tcheryaya to
the Hightß of Mackenzie, from the palace
of the Khans to the banks of the Alma. VV e
have done it all. We have fought the old
fights over again until we are sick of dis
cussing blood and carnage. Bosides, as Tom
Byng says:
“It’s our duty to hurry home, and tell
lies for the edification of our friends and re
lations.”
Hurrah, the transport is in at last, and
the order is dome for her majesty’s —th to
march down to Balaklava, and embark on
board the steamship Adelaide at 1 o’clock
and that afternoon saw the regiment steam
ing down the Black Sea, whilst many a
wistfyl glance was cast back at the fast
fading cliffs of the Chersonese as the
thoughts arose in men’s minds of how many
staunch and true comrades they left behind
to sleep their last sleep on Cathcart’s Hill,
or amongst the numerous graveyards that
lie scattered on the plateau. Well might
the colonel say, as he went over the returns
of the regiment from its landing to its re
embarkatiou:
“Thanks to drafts, we are taking home a
strong battalion,but we’ve left another be
hicd. I don’t think they’ll be able to say we
have won our spurs now.”
It might almost have been termed socia
ble, their homeward voyage. The sea was
alive with ships, all down ths Mediterranean
the signal halyards were constantly going,
as they passed or repassed vessel-, all en
gaged like themselves in the task of bring
ing tne army home. Here they exchanged
compliments with a large trooper similarly
employed, now they dipped their (lag to a
French man of war, and anon lowered it to
an English monster of the same kind. At
last they*anchored at Bpithead to await
their orders. These reached them the first
thing the next morning, and directed a dis
embarkation at the dockyard, with a view
to proceeding to Aldershot to take part in
the great review to be held there by the
queen.
The camp had been in great measure va
cat and. to make way for as much of the
Crimean army as it was possible to assemble
there. The camp in those -lays was of con
siderably more modest dimensions than it is
now, and tbe accommodation was doubt
less stretched to its utmost limits, which
gave Mr. Fhnn an opportunity of invidi
ously comparing it with that they had left
behind them, and it must be conceded that
the huts on the Aldershot ilustv plain did
appear rather at a disadvantage after the
pretty camp at Vanoutka Pass, with tbe
Black Sea s ailing beneath it, as it bad been
when tbe regiment lasi saw it. Those few
days were spent principally by officers in
conferences with hatters and tailors, for ab
I sence, except for a few days, was not ac-
I corded until the royal review should bo
I over. At length, ns many troops as could
be laid hands on, or as many as could be got
iuto Aldershot camp, cauvas included,
which comes to the same thing, were col
lected, the day was fixed, and the queen,
accompanied ny Prince Albert and the
Prince of Wales, came down from London
to review ana thank the army for their ser
vices. Half London was there to see, and
hulf Hampshire, also, and despite a shower
or two the royal review was a grand suc
cess, and a more ringing cheer than went up
from officers and men in answer to her
majesty’s speech has never been heard since,
often though the voic-s of her soldiers have
risen to greet her in that cantonment.
And now, sad to say, a rather severe dis
appointment was destined to befall the —th.
It was well known that they had been
brought to Aldershot simply for this occa
sion, and what their ultimate destination
might be was matter of grave speculation
with both officers and men. Both, I think,
conceived themselves entitled to a bit of a
fling on their return, and whon they were
informed that they were to be quartered at
Portsmouth, there was much exultation in
the ranks. Mr. Flinn and many of the
veterans opined that there was much “di
varsion” to be obtained in that town, the
regiment had been quartered there before,
anti the old soldiers could speak with au
thority as to the capabilities of that sea
port. But when they detrained there it
was broken to them that they were only to
remain pending embarkation for Ireland,
and that the Curragh of Kildare was their
ultimate destiny.
“Faith,” said Mickey Flinn when he hoard
it. “It’s the divil’s own mess we’ve made of
it, bhoys, by not settling out there. We’d a
better camp than ever we've likely to find
at home and lashings of everything, that is
as far as camps go,” but when it was
further pointed out to the colonel by the
brigade major that they were so pushed for
barrack accommodation that for the short
time they were to remain there the only
quarters they could assign to the regiment
was an empty convict hulk, the ridicule of
the situation almost extinguished the dis
appointment it iookod.
The queen’s thanks, ar.d a birth on board
a convict ship, were such an incongruous
recognition of their services that both men
and officers could not help laughing.
“Tearan ’ouns,”said Mickey Flinn, “avo
I’d only known it would end like this, I’d
have qualified for the lodging arid enjoyed
myself. O, murther, to think I almost took
the pledge till the review was over, for fear
I’d be a disgrace to the regiment; ’deed,
bhoys, there’s no encouragement for virtue
and sobriety in this world.”
Leave of absence was now granted to as
many officers of the regiment as could be
spared, and Tom Byng was amongst the
first to take advantage of this.
As he traveled up to town, he wondered a
good deal what had bscome of Hugh Flem
ing, and how matters stood between him
and Miss Lyndeu. The cessation of her let
ters was singular. She knew that he was a
prisoner, and surely she would have written
a line to congratulate him on his escape
from the very doors of the tomb. Made
moiselle Ivanhoff had no doubt tampered
wiib Hugh’s correspondence, but all let
ters for him from home had been directed
us usual to the regiment, and forwarded
thence by Byng himself at the first availa
ble opportunity. Ho know Miss Lvnden’s
handwriting well, and could swear that no
letter from her had passed through her
hands since September last.
Perhaps he should meet Hugh in town.
Nobody had heard from him since he sailed
for England, it was not to be expected. He
would suppose that the regiment had left
the Crimea shortly after himself.
And then Tom began to meditate over bis
own immediate prospects, and what wore
tho capabilities of the Curragh of Kil
dare.
••Well, there’s a good spell of leave to
start with,” be mused, “and that brings me
well into the autumn before I have to rejoin,
and as tor huts we are used to them, and
the magnificence of a barrack-room might
only appal us. There will be a bit of racing
to be done in September and October, and
then oomes tho hunting. Besides its close to
Dublin, and they are a lively lot from all
accounts iu the Irish capital. Yes, upon
the whole, I dare say, it will do very well.
In tho meantime I shall make the most of
the list few weeks of the season. Go
everywhere! By Jove! I haven’t been in a
theater for a twelve month; my dramatic
taste wants tubbing up woefully.”
On inquiry at tho Thermopolium, theclub
to which they were both affiliated, he
found that Fleming was in town, a:fd
though not iu the house at that moment,
was there every day. The club was
thronged, and though, as a rule, its mem
bers were as smartly dress -cl a body of men
as any in London, there were certainly
some queer “get ups” to be seen flitting
about it now —men who had not found time
to renew their wardrobes, and in some in
stances habited in undress uniforms, from
which the first gloss had considerably de
parted, but it’s a question whether the
Thermopolium bad ever known livelier
limes than when the army came home from
the Chersonese.
Tom Byng soon found himself amongst
a knot of old friends, who hailed him glee
fully.
“Now, he looks fit, don’t he?” cried Jim
Lockwood, "for a man that was shot
through the head,and then fraudulently per
sisted in doing his regiment out of tho stop
by coming to life again. Ido call him fit.”
“How are you, Jim? Yes. wo wintered
well this time. Nothing to do anl plenty to
get, odd if we didn’t look well.”
“Well, you do old man,” rejoined the
hussar, “but there’s one of you. I’m sorry
to say, don’t, and that’s Hugh Fleming. He
used to be up to anything, and now he
seems to have no go left In Mm. Sits ns
glum as aa undertaker over his wine, and
his liquor seems to do him no good. J sup
pose, poor fellow, bo’s never got oyer the
ma iling he had ou the Bth.”
“1 don’t know,” said Byng; “I haven’t
seen him for the lost two mouths.”
“Well, there's something wrong with
him; he’s not the Hugh Fleming he used to
be.”
A little later Byng encountered the man
he was In search of, and tho pair speedily
drew a couple of chairs into the window of
the reading-room, and sat down for a long
confabulation.
"Now, Hugh, what’s the matter?” asked
Byng. ‘‘Some of the fellows here, told me
just uow, that you weren’t wed; I can see
you look worried to death—what is it?"
“Well, I am. I don’t know ivhat to do,
nor what to thiuk; you know how I am sit
uated; you know I’ve had never a line from
Nellie now for months. As soon as I got
home, the first thing I did was to run
down to Manchester to find out what it all
meant.”
“Well?” said Byng, eagerly.
"She and her father have simply van
ished. It appears they left their house
months ago, quite suddenly, without saying
a word to any one. They had loft no ad
• dress, and nobody can tell me anything
about them. There’s only an old woman
taking care of the house; all I could get out
of her was, that she hadn't been there long,
that Dr. Lynden had been goue for mouths,
and that the house was to Is*. It I went to
the landlord pernaps he could tell me more.
I tried him, which only resulted ia rather
strong language between us.”
“How so?”
"Well, he knew nothing about Dr. Lyn
deu; wished be did, and he'd have the law
of him, he hadn't behaved to him like a
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gentleman; began to get abusive, aud then
1 cut in. and told him I’d knock his teeth
down his throat if he didn’t shut up."
"Very natural,” remarked Byng, "but
hardly perhaps the beet way to get infor
mation out of a man.”
“Then I called upon Mrs. Montague, wbo
was all smiles and smirks, and was she to
congratulate me upon having celebrated
peace by bringing borne a Russian bride!
Pleasant.wasn’t it?”
And Hugh shot a keen glance at his
friend.
“Never mind,” replied Tom, diplomatic
ally, “let us pass over that episode.”
“Then I asked her what had become of
the Lyndsns. She immediately drew her
self up, pursed up her lips, said they’d not
taken hor into their confidences, that peo
ple were so ill-natured though she never be
lieved half what she heard, that Dr. Lyn
den had doubtless his own reasons for going
away so suddenly. People did talk so, etc,
etc.”
“ And then,” said Tom, “you cut iu with
another of your knock-down arguments, I
suppose ?'
"I never felt more like it,” rejoined
Hugh. “My adieux were a little abrupt,
but I did niauage to swallow my wrath.
Still, there remains the question: What on
ea th has become of the Lyndens?”
“Nobody is ever lost in these days.” said
Tom, sentontiously. “Why a quiet, elderly
gentleman should abandon his home,
apropos to nothing, I can’t imagine, but
there’s one thing you mav rely upon, that
now we are once more in England Miss
Lynden Knows whereto write you. Why,
if she only put tho regiment ana London,
it would got to you eventually. If you
can’t find her, she can find you, if she
likes. ”
“That's just what it is,” said Hugh, ris
ing, "she won't. Some garbled vision of
what happoned out in the Crimea has
reached her ears. Mrs. Montague wouldn’t
have been so ready with her congratula
tions if there had not been some story of the
sort flying about Manchester. No, old man,
I've got to find Nell, and have it out with
her, aud you've got to help me."
CHAPTER XXIV.
IN FULL CRY.
Tom Byng was not the man to fail a
friend who had claimed his assistance. He
bad heard Hugh’s story, and having briefly
arranged that they should dine together,
announced his intention of having a "good
solid smoke.” Tom had much belief in the
vir ures of tobacco, and generally sought
inspiration from it in gome shape when the
intricacies of this life seemed too much for
him. Having taken an arm chair in a re
tired corner of the smoking-room, and lit a
Cabana of extra size to do justice to tho oc
casion, Tom began to turn the whole thing
over in his mind.
“Yes,” he thought. “Hugh is right; that’s
what’s tho matter. That Sister Marie story
has come to her ears and she's fired up, and
pot without reasou, if she knew all. But
the girl can’t be lost, somebody must have
ber address. She must be found; things
can’t come straight before them if they
don’t meet, and after undergoing all the
fears and anxieties of last year about him,
it would be pitable if she threw him over,
now he’s come home safe because he in
dulged in a fool’s flirtation out there.
There can’t be a question about his genuine
love for her. By Jove, I have it! Miss
Hmerdon knows where she is. Hugh must
write to her. I’ll take odds ho never thought
of that; he would have said so if he had;”
and hero Tom puffed viciously at his cigar,
as he reflected that he could hardly well
write to that young lady himself. “There’s
a bit of coolness, I fancy,” he muttered,
“between us, and I’d best keep out of roach
of her sarcastic tongue for the present.”
And having, as he thought, satisfactorily
solved his riddle, Tom dropped the butt of
his cigar into the ash tray, and proceeded
to go for a good stretch before dinner.
Wnen he and Hugh met at that meal, the
latter was much struok by his companion’s
suggestion.
Stupid of him not think of it before; he
would write that very night, so that his
letter might go the first thing in the morn
iug; and then, considerably to Tom's relief,
began to talk of other things, thohgh evon
these he dlscused with a mind evidently
pre-ocoupied, and in answer to his old
churn’s questioning, admitted that he’d de
cided nothing as yet about the future,
whether to stay iu the Guards or exchange
or what.
Hugh’s letter was duly written, and a re
ply was anxiously expeoted.
Miss Smerdon’s answer was what Mr.
Rwiveller was accustomed to designate a
“staggerer.”
Very formally, ooldly and politely
Francos, in a few lines, informal Copt.
Fleming that sho had no knowledge of Miss
Lynden’s present address.
“That’s all nonsense,” said Hugh, angrily,
as he handed the letter to Byng. "Of course
she knows where Nell is. She’s got this
idiotic Manchester story into her stupid
head ”,
“Hull. come. I say, young man, you
must r.ally moderate your language a lit
tle.”
For a few seconds Hugh looked keenly
iuto his companion’s face, and then smiled as
he remarked:
"Weil, people are very irritating, you
know. At all evouts, you’ll admit there’s
no information to bo gathered from that
source.”
“More to be done perhaps by a personal
interview,” suggested Tom, savagely.
“Maybe,” said Hugh, speaking quietly
and softly. “Suppose you were to under
take it.”
“Out of the question,” said Tom, hastily.
“If you don’t see your way there’s nothing
mere to be done there, Miss Smerdon and
myself are on very distant terms.”
Further discussion led to no further sug
gestion. Tom stood steadfastly by his old
axiom that Miss Lyndon couldn’t be lost,
that the finding her whereabouts was only
a question of time, probably of a few days,
but he did not agree with Hugh that tne
Manchester story was most likely the qauao
of her withholding her address, and that to
put things right between them it was im
perative that Hugh should see her. But
how that could be brought about neither of
them could say.
In the course of the day, however, Tom
was seized with another inspiration. Turn
ing the whole thing over in his mind, it
suddenly flashed across him that on the dfty
that Hugh was taken prisoner there was a
private soldier named Phybbs, who declared
he owed his life to him, and that this sol
dier was also a brother of Mrs. Lynden’s
maid, tie remembered quite well h iving
some talk with the man, and telling him to
write his account of the eighth of Septem
ber home to his sister.
“Now,” thought Tom, “that maid, no
doubt, is with her mistress at present, and
surely Private Phybbs would know where
his sister is living That’s it. Private
Phybbs is the key to the whole mystery.”
Tom was a maa of decision. He rushed
into the nearest office and telegraphed to
the adjutant to know whether the regiment
had s-uiod for Ireland, aud whether Private
Phybbs was still with it. In le-s than two
hours a yellow envelope was brought to him
at the Thermopolium, ojntaining the fol
io wing message, dated Portsmouth:
“Still waiting for transport. Phybbs
here.”
Having hastily thrown a few thtng3 Into
a iKjrt.manteau, Tom left a brief- note for
Fleming at the club, saying that he had
been unexpectedly' called out of town for a
day or two. and by 8 o’clock was steaming
out of London on his way to the old sea
port.’
But Hugh also bad his inspiration. He
came to the conclusion that he bad not
pushed his inquiries half far enough at
Manchester, and what is more, he had made
them in the wrong directions.’ It was quite
likely that some of the shop people with
whom they dealt would be able to tell him
something about the Lyndens. If his idea
was correct about Neil, she would naturally
not wish to see or hear from people of her
own position. Tho old woman ho had seen
ut the house was obviously only a caretaker,
aud indeed said she know nothing of the
people who had lived tbero before, except
their name, lie would run down to Man
chester again and see if lie could not discov
er what ho wauled, lie could think of
nothing else, and it was worth trying at all
events. And so it ceme to pass, while Tom
was speeding into Hampshire, Hugh Flem
ing was balm: whined into Lancashire,
both men strenuously in pursuit of the same
object.
The latter began his search in the most
methodical way, and with the firmest
resolve to keep a check upon his temper,
which, before the first day was over, was
sorely taxed. The Lyndens had been gone
some time, and folks seemed to have forgot
ten them for the most part, and when they
did remember them it seemed somewhat to
their disadvantage, for there seemed to be a
hazy impression that they bad gone away
owing a lot of money. Still, he at last
found a respectable tradesman wbo could
tell him something. Yes, he remembered
them quite well, they dealt with him almost
ever since they came to live there. As for
their owing a lot of money, ha didn't be
lieve it; they had always paid him regular
ly enough. P.ty he hadn’t come a bit
sooner; there were servants in the bouse
for montbs % after they left who couid no
doubt have told him wbat he wanted to
know. The parlor maid married a police
raau, he had beard, and that, he supposed,
broke the thing up. What had become of
the parlor maid he couldn’t say. No, he
didn’t know what her name was now; Miss
Phvbbs she ha ! been when he knew bar.
Good gracious, what a fool he had been!
Of course the sister of that boy iu his old
company. Ah' he wondered where that
hoy was now; the last time he had seen him
was on the ground inside the Redan; he
recollected rushing to the defense of Nell’s
protege. Ah, well, it wasn’t much good,
it wasn’t likely be came oat of the business
olive. He would certainly, write to the
regiment and make inquiries, but there was
little likelihood that Peter Pbybbs was on
its roll now. “Married to a policeman,”
he reflected, as. having thanked his inform
ant, he w alked away. "I dare say they
could find out Ids name for me at their
headquarters, there’s no need for telling
them my reasons for inquiring. I certainly
don’t want to invoke the aid of the police.
The most respectable people would get in
dignant at finding the police laid ou their
track because they had forgotten to leave
their address. No, I must confine my in
quiries strictly as to the whereabouts of
Miss Phybbs.”
On making his desire known at the head
quarters of the police, Hugh was
at once asked to take a chair by the inspec
tor on duty.
“Wo can tell you what you want, sir, I
daresay, in a few minutes. Mary or Polly
Phybbs you say. A young woman living
here, and married some time this spring."
Aud the officer turned to confer with one
or two of his sobordinates, aud then con
sulted sundry lodgers.
“Ah,” he said, at last, “this would be it,
no doubt, Richard Tarrant, married to
Mary Phybb3, spinster, April, st>. Leave
granted to act as caretaker at Denton
Lodge, the residence of Dr. Lynden.”
“That’s it,” cried Hugh. “Aud now,
where are the Tarrants living?”
“If they are not still ut that ad
dress, I don’t know that we can
help you. You see Richard Tarrant has
left us.”
“When and why?” asked Hugh lacon
ically.
“About a month ago. As for ’why,’
unless you aro finding him a situation it’s
not worth while going into particulars.”
“And you’vo no idea where he is at pres
ent? Is his wifo with him?”
“I cau tell you nothing more about him,
sir, than 1 hive done already. It i3 pos
sible some of our people may know what’s
become of him, but I rather doubt it. He
was a bumptious, rather queer tempered
mau, and not popular in the force. How
ever, if you’ll leave me your address, if I
oan learn anything I will let you know.”
Hugh thanked the inspector and took his
leave. He lingered for tw o or three days
at the Queen’s hotel, in hopes of discover
ing the address of Mr. ami Mrs. Tarrant,
but, further than that Polly Phybbs had
married Richard Tarrant, and spent her
honeymoon iu Dr. Lyndon's old house, he
could learn nothing. He was by this time
fairly oonvinoed that the discovery of his
love lay through Mrs. Tarrant, and clung
to the Idea with all the persistency of his
disposition—but he was just too late. Had
he but sought her a month ago, he would
have found her without trouble. Tricked
he bad been in tho Crimea it was true, but
be was fain to acknowledge to himself that
had his senses not been lulled by Mile. Ivau
hoff'a fascinations he would have made
much more stir in that matter of his release,
Wearily he traveled back to town murmur
ing after the manner of most of us heu
our sin has found us out, "Too late! too
late!” Wo are never so clear-sighted as to
our wrong doing as when experiencing the
unpleasant consequences that have come of
it.
Tom Byng, on the other hand, had re
turned to town triumphant. He had gone
on board the convict hulk the next morn
ing, found Private Peter Phybbs, and bad
what Tom deemed a fairly satisfactory in
terview with him. No, his sister was not
with Miss Lynden; whether his sister knew
whether slio was, tie couldn’t say, but he
thought it very likely she did. Since he
bad last hoard from her she had got mar
ried; marriod a policeman and a cousin of
theirs. He was afraid she hadn’t done a
very good thing for herself, for it see med
her husband had left the police, and be
thought things must be goiug a bit wrong
with them. He never had thought much of
that Dick Tarrant. When Byng asked him
why he took such an unfavorable view of
bis sister's prospects, he admitted with
some hesitation that she had written very
gloomily to him a few days ago, and said
that now D.ck had left the police, she didn’t
know how they would get along; that she
hoped to see him soon, aud in.the mean time
c<suld be lend her some money. ,
“That ain’t like Polly, sir. She’s a good
girl aid a careful girl; but that Dick, he’s
just one of that loafing sort who’ll let a
woman slave herself to death, and never do
a hand's breadth of work himself. 1 used
to be always at Polly about it. That Dick
was always cadging for money out of her
savings.”
“Well, I suppose you’ll go down to see
your sister-at oneel”
"Ye3, sir, I want a furlough ns soon as
ever I can get one, but you know they say
that wo belong to the Irish command, and
must get our furloughs from the general
over there. We didn’t think that the day
in the Redan we’d be put in a convict hulk
when we got home, did we, sir? Have you
seen anything of Capt. Fleming in Lon
don 1" >
"Yes, Phybbs. I diced with him the
night, before last. He’s very wetl.”
“Ah, if it hadn’t been for him, I shouldn’t
be here now. Not that it’s much of a place
to be in,” continued Phybbs, throwing a
most disparaging eye round the old hulk,
“but it’s better to bo here tbaD nowhere,
ain’t it, sir?”
Phybbs theological ideas were somewhat
primitive.
“You’d do anything to help Capt. Flem
ing, eh?" said Tom.
“I’d do anything in the World for the
captain,” said Phybbs, earnestly. “I ain’t
forgot that eighth of September, not likely
I ever will.”
“Then give me your sister’s address.
Capt. Fit ming wants to see her on a mat
ter of great importance.”
“I’ll run down and get the letter this mo
ment, and if it’s anything Polly can do, sir,
I’m sure she will.”
Phybbs disappeared dowa tho hatchway
only to speedily returu with Polly’s letter
iu tus hand. Having carefully noted down
the address, Tom bade his brethren inarms
good-by, and the afternoon saw him once
more ou bis way to London. On arrival at
the Thermopolium he learnt that Capt.
Fleming was not in town, and that the note
he had left for him with the hall porter had
never been delivered. Capt Fleming had
not been seen io the club either that day or
yesterday. Byng had now thrown himself
into the rearch for Nellie Lynden enthusi
astically. He had intended to have handed
Mrs. T arrant’s address over to Hugh aud
started him off at once to Manchester, and
now, as Tom growled:
“Here’s the provoking young beggar not
to he found.”
Hv quickly settled in his ow n mind that If
be did not come across Hugh that evening
he would go down to Manchester himself on
the morrow. It would save time, he
thought, and enable Hugh to seek an inter
view direct with Miss Lynden, always sup
posing that Mrs. Tarrant was in possession
of her address.
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
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