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SUPPLEMENT TO ITUS BEL! COMPLETE AND UNABRIDGED. DEBftlCK VAUG+Mtl, UOVEi-IST A Novel. By EDNA LYALL, AUTHOR OF DONOTAN,' “ WE TWO," “ iro.V BY WAITING" "IN TUB GOLDEN DATS" "A HARDT NORSEMAN,' KNIGHT ERRANT" ETC., ETC. CHAPTER I. Nothing fills a child’s mind like a large old man sion; better lr un- or partially occupied; people with the spirits of deceased members oi the county and Justices or the Quorum. Would 1 were burled in tUe peopled solitude of one. with my feelings at seven years old '.—From “ Letters cur Charles Lamb ” I a^dtferenf'bofna he aU at onc6 becomes I market Station to our summer ho®* *’.£ ■ — calW^^H l l, draW3 d0 . wn ita 8he * 1 with a comi- £&££mhCJ e T nt ’ 80 Derrick 8Uddenl y re - Thus much for iiis outer man. To attempt a formal biography of Derrick Vaughan would be out of the question, even though he and I have been more or less thrown "together since wo were both in the nursery. „ nursery. But I have an odd sort of wish to note down ronghly just a few of my recollections of him, and to show how his fortunes gradually de veloped, being perhaps stimulated to make the attempt by certain irritating remarks which one overhears now often enough at Clubs or in draw ing-rooms, or indeed wherever one goes. '•Derrick Vaughan,” says these authorities of the world of small-talk, with that delightful air of omniscience which invariably characterizes them, “why, he simply leaped into fame. Ho is one of the favorites of fortune. Like Byron, he woke one morning and found himself fam ous.” Now this sounds well enough, but it is a Ion" way from the truth, and I—Sydney Whamcliffe° of the Inner Temple, BamBter-at-law—desire peared in “ Noted Men, 1 orating according to the the quality of the engraving—in m illustrated journal ? Vet somehow of art don’t satisfy me, and, as I before me latest photograph by Ilea I see a large-featured, these works write, I see very different from the srs. Paul k Reynard, broad-browed English . . SB .. hair and mustache, and with light hazel eyes that look out rid quietly enough. You •on tiie world quietly enough. You might talk to him for long man ordinary way and never suspect; that he was a genius; but wh en you have aim to yourseli, when some consciousness of field. He and I were small & “ straneo^ernbi degr ?° brothers, each man™ thornrh I cWt° me8 J 0,1 human walls.” !Lnd merely a sketch P T < ^n a ^ a portrait, but taS who s^m ^’ fk" °i 5 1086 comfortable mo“ Ward. lection of°him—l 8 " fir8 A. clear ro ° o1 * »• r.thor’a jwsrtwarasa- Derrick had been invited fur un ‘.Trial: his twin brother—if I remember ng ^ in typhoid fever at Kensington- ana silent, and the ico was nut b ■■ silent, it was destroyed by Cromwell Wars. ..in' siittiaf In an instant the small quiet t*.- side mo was transfonned. '• , f, r oat irung forward and thrust Ins 1,1 ' j w _e window, gazing at the as long as it remained in sight. j, e »ir “ Was Cromwell really ouce tuert • with breathless interest. lookinf’ 13tB So they say,” replied my bu amused sniile at the face ■ . i5 . e ^ 0 « in which eage rness, delight, and rc ^ minvlnrl. “ Are vou ail admirir mingled. “Are you an Protector ?” . -« » sail I**J “ He is my greatesi, hero of a n v0 „ fervently. “ Do you taink-on. “ t j i he'possibly can ever have conn ^ My father thought not. J a tar** i My father thougnt f. “ . at »»y old fradition that tho hall had >■ h(1 it . tv i* i J al.n »>rti ’ * . . >«J the Royalists, and the hrulgi . blll fended by tho owner of the u no b reat belief in tho story,» there seemed no evidence- . ,ratios Derrick's eyes during tfas«®vi long something wonderful to se . j( j U ri when we were not actiMU) P P I used often to notice tho sai# }.’rherij ing over him, and woulu cry • j walk, or sitting aatndo t“» ^ ft f wordd tefi me of tho Paul WharncUffe, who Ala to nPvJnv •Tirl \cllO WSS MS ^ a copy-book, and would h^e