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Se THE SECOND DANDY CHATER — CHAPTER XXIV.—(Continued.) But the rising young barrister is not so sanguine as he appears; for he Jeans across, towards his learned brother from the treasury, and whisp- ers, before that gentleman rises again: ' “Deuced uphill work! Can’t get a word out of him—won’t suggest any course of defense at all.” A few more words from the prosecu- tion—wholly unnecessary words, for the jury are whispering, and have ob- viously made up their minds. Then, amid a silence, the judge sums up; would evidently be merciful if he could; but is compelled to point out all the most damaging facts against the prisoner: his desperate attempts to regain his liberty; the absence of any evidence to rebut the weight of testi- mony brought forward by the prosecu- tion. In a word, gentlemen of the jury, your course is clear before you, and you are called upon to do your duty. A whispering—a rustling—and a nodding of heads among the jurymen; for it is not even necessary for them to retire. Then, amid a silence great- er even than before, the usual ques- tions are put, and the verdict—known long ago to every man and every wo- man in the court—is spoken in one word. “Guilty!” As though that word loosened the pent-up emotions and passions of the crowded place, and as though the grim satisfaction at the supposed justice of the thing can no longer be suppressed, # great cheer breaks out, and rolls through the court, and out threugh echoing corridors, into the street it- self; where it is taken up by hundreds of throats, and sent on and on, to fill the town. Then following immediate- ly on it, and as suddenly as though no sound had been raised, falls a death- like silence; for judge and prisoner are face to face—eye to eye. But, though he was asked a thousand times, the prisoner has nothing te offer—ex- cept the simple words—“I am_ inno- cent.” Men whisper each other that he seems stunned. Some one glides behind the judge and fits a square of black on his wig. The judge has actually opened his mouth to speak, when there comes a sudden commotion at the doors; cries of remonstrance; people thrusting this way and that; and, foremost of a lit- tle knot of people who seem to be fighting their way in—a woman! She stops for nothing — will be stopped by nothing. Men fall back from before her as though she had some power above mere humanity. Philip Chater, turning towards where she comes, has a dim idea that Cripps, staggering and waving his arms; Betty Biggs, with her arms stretched out to- wards him; Captain Quist, struggling fiercely with a gigantic constable—are all about that central figure. Then the imperious voice of the woman rings out above all the tumult: “Stop—in heaven’s name! That man Is not Dandy Chater!” CHAPTER XXV. Going! Going! Gone! Six months had gone by since Dandy Chater (or Philip Chater, as he really was) stood on trial for his life; and, with the turn of the year, Quist’s Roy- al Circus and Unparalleled Combina- tion of Equestrian Talent had come again to Bamberton. Judging by the appearance of the captain, as he sat smoking his pipe on the steps of his caravan, the venture had been, so far, e profitable one, for the captain was somewhat rounder and ruddier even than of old. It was the afternoon of a warm and sunny day, and the captain was evi- dently well pleased with the day and the world in general, and himself in particular; for he smiled and chuckled over his pipe, and gave himself sundry little soft slaps on the leg, as though he had some joke which he greatly relished. Fnding presently that it was quite impossible to keep the joke to himself, he threw his head back a little and called softly through through the open door of the caravan: “Missis!” A muffled voice inside demanded to know what he wanted. “Where’s them there two turtle- doves?” asked the captain, in a heavy whisper. A sound.as of some one moving in the caravan was heard, and then Mrs. Quist came to the door and stood be- fore him. And Mrs. Quist—grim, red- headed female that she was—actually smiled also, and kicked Captain Quist fn the small of the back. “Go ‘long with yer!” she said, laugh- ing. “It’s a pity there shouldn’t be some on ‘em as plays the turtle-dove ea bit! We ain’t all like you was—I be- lieve you'd a done your courtin’ through a speakin’ trumpet if you’d ’ad your way—you was that public. An’ I’m sure, considerin’ as ow they've only been married this mornin’, you might give ‘em time to say a word or two to each other.” “Ole gal,’ responded the captain, solemnly, “when I said ‘turtle-doves,’ it By Tom Gallon. were not to be took sarcastic. I hon- ors him for his feelings, an’ I fairly dotes on ’er blushes.” Mrs. Quist administered another kick to the captain, but seemed well pleased. “You an’ me, ole gal, ’ad not the fig- ger ’eads for beauty w’en we stood up afore the parson; we might ’ave been useful in our stations—but, there’s no denyin’ as we was ’omely; pleasant to look upon, if yer like—but ’omely.” “Well, yer needn't rub it in,” retort- ed Mrs. Quist. “Far be it from me so to do, olt gal. But wot I would say is this ’ere; that it’s delightful for to look on them young ’uns as was married this morn- in’. Adam an’ Eve in the garding of Eden, a-goin’ ’alves with the apple, weren’t a prettier picture than ’Arry an’ Clara—take my word for it.” “Well, Peter, I will say this for yer, that it was a good day’s work for you wen you done the ’ansome by them young people. We ’aven’t any chicks of our own—an’ that boy ’as got sich a way with osses that ’e was fairly born to look arter a circus. An’ the gal— well, I took a fancy to that child w’en fust she come to lodge with me at Chelmsford.” Mrs. Quist, with another friendly kick, returned into the caravan, and the captain continued to smoke his pipe. Indeed, so engrossed was he with the pipe and with his own pleas- ant reflections that he did net observe very closely a figure coming along the road towards him; or, if he looked at it at all, saw in it a chance traveler, and no concern of his. But presently, as the figure drew nearer, a remarkable change came over the captain. Gradually the hand which held the pipe came away from his mouth, bringing the pipe with it but leaving the mouth open. The placidity of the captain’s face changed and melted away, and in its place came an expression of blank amaze- ment. Then, as the figure came near- er still amazement ued, and with a shout the Captain leapt to the ground and ran forward. “Phil Chater! Phil Chater come back to see his old pal!” he exclaimed, shaking the newcomer’s hand again and again. It was the Philip of six months be- fore, save only for a certain weariness about the eyes and some lines in the face which had not been there previ- ously. ‘He stopped the captain, with a gesture of his hand, when that gentle- man. in his excitement, would have summoned Mrs. Quist to share his joy, and they sat down together on the bank beside the patch of grass on which the caravan stood. “I wanted to have a chat with you, old friend, before going away again,” said Philip, after a pause. “So, com- ing to Bamberton to-day—for the last time—on business, I thought, as_ I heard that the circus was here, that l’a walk over. And how are you pros- pering?” “Never better,” replied the captain, robbing his hands. “Whether it is, Phil, that the experience I gained, so to speak, in a life on the rollin’ main is valuable—or wot it is, I don’t know; but certain it is that they comes to my circus w’erever I ’appens to stop, an’ they claps their ’ands to a quite remarkable extent, an’ they laughs at the clown (over ‘is oldest jokes, min’ yer—things as my poor ole mother used to ’ush me ter sleep with) in sich a way that the chap is a-begin- nin’ to give isself airs. “You remember the melancholly- lookin’ man wot ’auled you out of the fly that night, on this “ere very road, don’t yer? Well, I do assure you, Phil, that that chap is a-geetin’ fat on ap- plause alone; ‘is things ’as bin let out twice in two months. “I’m delighted to hear it, said Philip, laughing. “And how is Mrs. Quist?” “Fine—an’ 'earty,” responded the captain. “More than all, she’s a-begin- nin’ to take a interest in ‘osses, an’ talks sometimes as if she'd lived over a stable all ‘er days. But—now you'll be surprised to ’ear this, Phil; I know you will—she won't ’ear of no fat ladies. Puts ’er foot on ’em, so to speak, I do assure you.” “Really!” said Philip, hiding a smile. “You surprise me. But now I want to talk, for a moment about my- selt; for I may not have a chance of speaking to you again—at any time.” The captain looked at him in dis- may. “Why—wot do yer mean, Phil, my lad?” he said. “Well—to tell you the truth at once —I’m going abroad,” replied Philip. “TI made a mistake, from one point of view, in ever coming back at all; I've brought endless misery on any number of innocent heads, and have done no good—for I’m poorer than when I came. My unfortunate brother had practically got rid of everything that could be disposed of, and owed money all the way round. When, after my release, I came to look into affairs, I found—or, rather, I. was advised—that I need not pay a single penny of his debts; that, as they had been con- tracted by him while the property was not his, but mine, as the elder brother, I might repudiate everything. But, of course I couldn’t do that; I made up my mind to get rid of the place and pay as much as possible of what was owing” “An’ did you?” asked the captain. Philip laughed somewhat bitterly. “Why, no,” he said. “For I found, when it came to the point of selling, that I had nothing to sell: a certain Jew money-lender held a mortgage on the place and on eyery stick it con- tained. He’s selling it up to-day—at this very hour. No, old friend, the game is played out; and I start the world once: more. I have enough to carry me back to Australia, and to give me a little start there; and I sail in a few days’ time.” The captain was evidently very much depressed, for he slowly shook his head and looked at the ground with a troubled face. Philip. Chater rallyingly clapped him on the shoulder and began to talk of other things. “Come,” he said, “you must have lots of things to talk to me about, and any amount of news for me. There is one thing I should like to know very much: what has become of little Clara Siggs?” As if in answer to the question the captain raised his head and softly touched Philip on the arm. “See where she comes, Phil,” he said—‘“an’ under safe conyoy!” Philip Chater, looking in the same direction, saw advancing toward them the girlish form of Clara, leaning on the arm of Harry Routley. He sprang up to meet them, and the girl ad- vanced alone. For a moment there was silence be- tween them; the captain had drawn apart and was talking with Harry. Then Clara, looking up into Philip’s face, told the end of her story, so far as it could concern him. “Mr. Chater, I was married this morning, and am the happiest girl on earth. When I tried to tell Harry that I had once, in my wild, wayward fash- ion, cared for your brother he would not let me speak; he kissed my lips to silence me.’ I thought that I should like you to know that I am very, very happy, that I am with people who are good to me and» whom I love and re- spect, and that, whatever mad dream was once in my foolish heart, is buried as deep as the brother you never knew in life.” His heart was too full, in that hour of parting, to say anything in reply; he held her hand for a moment, and then turned towards Harry. “You thought badly of me once, Har- ry—and I’m afraid you’ve been blam- ing yourself ever since, for any trouble you have caused me. Don’t think of it any more; you, like every one else, were working in the dark. Now you understand, and we part the best of friends—don’t we?” A little later, Philip Chater set off toward Bamberton; something seemed to draw him to the place as it had never done before. He knew that the sale had taken place that day, and that Chater Hall was lost to the Chaters forever; but he had a morbid desire to see it once again, that he might carry away with him the remembrance of the home which had never been his into whatever exile he might be going. It was almost dark when he travers- ed that long, winding path which he had once watched, as a _ fugitive, through a whole day. But he came at last to the place, and noticed, in the desolation of his heart, that the great hall door was open, and that all within seemed black and empty. “I wonder who has bought it,” he muttered to himself, “and who will live here in the years to come?” There seemed to be no one about, and he walked in and turned into that room into which he had first gone on the occasion of his coming to Bam- berion. And, being in the room, stopped dead, with his heart beating suffocatingly; for there was a figure standing at one of the windows. He knew, even in the semi-darkness of the place, that it was Madge Barn- . Shaw, before she turned her head or spoke; something in the mere fact of her being there told him that. He would have given anything not to have met her at that time and in that place; but there was no possibility of his get- ting away, for she turned and saw him. She came quickly toward him, and, almost before he knew, her hands were in his and she was _ looking straight into his eyes. “I wanted to see you,” she said, slowly. “I waited here, strange as it may seem, in the hope that you would come.” “Would it not have been better,” he replied, bitterly, “if you had never seen me at all?” She shook her head, and a smile played for a moment about her lips. “That is an ungenerous thing to say,” she replied. “Surely it is right that we should meet here—in your home.” “Mine no longer,” he said. “It was sold to-day to pay some of the debts I took upon me when I adopted the name of Dandy Chater.” “Well, and do you know who bought it?” she asked, almost in a whisper. Something in her face, as she bent nearer to him, still holding his hands, seemed to answer the question with- out the need of any word from him. She went on rapidly. “When you first came to me, Philip, my heart was full of pity for a man who had professed his love for me often and often. Fool that I was, I never saw that a better man stood in his place—spoke with his voice, wooed me for his own sake and not because of his dead brother! Philip” —she came nearer to him in the dark- ness—“there is another debt you must pay if you will—another burden you must bear. You have taken upon yourself the name of Dandy Chater; be Dandy Chater still to me—and love me!” He held her in his arms, even while he tried to reason with his heart that it was not fair or just. But when she thrust the deeds of the house in his hands; when she went upon her knees to him, and raised her pure face to his; when she prayed that he would take the place that wes his, in his home, and in his heart—what could he say? In effect, it was all summed up clearly and fairly that night by Mrs. Betty Siggs, in. the housekeeper’s room, to Mrs. Dolman, in a moment of confidence. “The sins as Master Dandy did ’as bin wiped out, an’ nothing need be said about ’em. Mark my words, Mrs: Dolman, the time is coming when a new Dandy Chater is a-goin’ to reign at the ’All—a Chater as’ll be a squire, in something more than name! An’, more than that, mum, there won’t be no mistakes about this one; for ’e’s my dear boy, an’ there ain’t another like ’im in the wide world. An’ so, mum”—Mrs. Siggs raised her glass be- fore her smiling face, for they were discussing supper—“I gives yer as a toast—‘The Second Dandy Chater,’” (The End.) LATEST FAD IN MEDICINE. Opsonic Theory Will Explain Why You Are Sick or Immune. Immunity from illness, according ta the opsonic theory, the latest discov: ery in medicine, was the subject of Dr. Cleaveland Floyd’s public lecture at the Harvard Medical school re- cently. “The reason why one person will come down with sicknes: aid Dr. Floyd, “while others livfng practi: cally in the same environment remain immune, accordng to the opsonic the. ory is that the amount of serum and white corpuscles in that person’s blood is below normal. “The body is being continually at: tacked in every portion by disease. producing germs and_ organisms. Whenever any portion is infected na- ture provides that an _ increased amount of blood is sent to that spot. “This is easily seen in the redness that surrounds a boil or other form of infection. “Nature rarely does anything with- out a purpose, and the reason why more blood is sent to the point of at- tack is that more white corpuscles and more serum may reach the spot. The white corpuscles and serum are the means which nature uses to drive out infection. “The serum, which is the sticky, clear, yellowish fluid often seen around a scab reduces the vitality of the germ or organism, and the white corpuscles gorge themselves with the germs, digesting and destroying them. “It is this feeling of the white cor- puscles upon the germs of bacteria that gives the name to the theory. The Latin word opsono means pre- pare food for, and the adjective op- sonic conveys that idea of feeding on which the theory is based. “The usual practice in treating dis- ease, according to the opsonic theory, is to increase the amount of white cor- puscles and serum in the blood, which is done by inoculation with antitoxins and vaccines. “This form of treatment has proved very effective in skin diseases, diph- theria, typhoid and tuberculosis. 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