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is the craft in which he must excel. Such an with immigration, abundance or scarcity of ornithologist as this, besides opening up a particular species during particular years, or vast fund of delight and learning to himself, at different places, which only the practical may also wonderfully enrich our knowledge of ornithologist can ever hope to solve. It is birds.

needless to mention how such knowledge Though much is known of our native birds, would react upon farming and horticulture ; ornithology has yet many problems connected to take only the most evident instances, so

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wonderfully are all branches of knowledge in haranguing “his sisters,” the starlings, if connected, that a thoughtful ornithologist may he will ; let him follow any of those numerous materially benefit mankind by a zealous pur. lines of thought or association

we have suit of his favourite study. Let him, by all attempted to illustrate in this paper, but let means then, fish with Izaak Walton and gaze him in all look beyond himself. Ornithology at sunset over “the Hanger” with Gilbert may bring delight to ourselves, but its crownWhite, let him even preach to his finny prey ing glory is to bring forth fruits that may with St. Anthony, or join St. Francis of Assisi benefit the condition of mankind.

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Frederick Grey; and she suddenly threw down In the twilight of the winter's evening, in the the bonnet she held, and lifted her hands. drawing-room of Lady Jane's house, Frederick “I'll speak,” she exclaimed. " I'll declare Grey was sitting with Lucy Chesney. The what I know. Ever since last night I have removal from Mr. Carltou's that day did not been telling myself I ought to do it. And I appear to have hurt her, she seemed the stronger wish I had done it years ago !” for it, and though Judith kept assuring her They looked at her in astonishment. What that she ought to go to her chamber and lie had come to quiet, sober Judith? down, Lucy stayed where she was.

“My lady, you ask who was guilty-how it The interview was a gloomy one.

is to be known ? I think I know who it was : Frederick Grey's farewell visit, for he was going I think it was Mr. Carlton. I could almost back to London the following day. But the have proved it at the time.” gloom did not arise from that cause, but from “Oh, Judith !” exclaimed Frederick Grey, another. Lucy had been telling him some- reproachfully, while Jane dropped her head thing, and he grew hot and angry.

upon her hand, and Lucy gazed around, wonThe fact was, Lady Jane, in her perplexity dering if they had all gone scared. and tribulation at finding the deceased lady, you have suffered my father to lie under the Mrs. Crane, to have been Clarice Chesney, had suspicion all these years !” that morning dropped a word in Lucy's hearing “I did not dare to speak,” was Judith's to the effect that the discovery might be the

“Who was I, a poor humble servant, means of breaking off the contemplated mar- that I should bring an accusation against a riage. Of course, Lucy was making herself very

gentleman—a gentleman like Mr. Carlton, miserable, and her lover was indignant. thought well of in the place? Nobody would

On what grounds ?” he chafed, for he had have listened to me, sir. Besides, in spite of rather a hot temper.

“ On what grounds ?” my doubts, I could not believe he was guilty. " Jane thinks it will not be seemly that I thought I must have made some strange miswe should marry, if the mistake that brought take. And I feared that the tables might have Clarice her death was made by Sir Stephen. been turned upon me, and I accused.” The medicine, you know."

Whatever she knew, and however long she "Jane must be getting into her dotage,” he might have suppressed it, there was no resource angrily exclaimed. “Sir Stephen never did but to speak out fully now. She took up her make the mistake. Lucy, my darling, be at position against the wall, partially hidden by ease: we cannot be parted now.”

the folds of the crimson curtains from what Lucy's tears were dropping fast : she was little light the fire gave. Lucy sat forward on weak from her recent illness. To marry in the sofa as one dazed, Lady Jane's face was opposition to Jane could never be thought still shaded by her hand, Frederick Grey of, and Jane was firm when she once took a stood with his elbow on the mantel-piece. notion into her head. In the midst of this, “I will not be Mr. Carlton's accuser," she Jane came in from her visit to the little dead began. “No, my lady, I will simply tell what boy at Tupper's cottage, and Frederick Grey I saw, and let others judge : the impression of spoke out his mind somewhat warmly. his guilt on my mind may have been altogether Judith, who entered the room to take her some great mistake. I-I suppose I must belady's bonnet, stood in surprise and concern : gin at the beginning ?” her sympathies were wholly with Frederick “You must begin at the beginning and go Grey and Lucy. He had not observed Judith on to the ending,” interposed Frederick Grey, enter.

authoritatively, “Oh, my lady,” she exclaimed, impulsively, And I'll do it,” said Judith. " On the "it would not be right to separate them. Sunday evening when that poor lady, Mrs. Should the innocent suffer for the guilty ?” Crane, lay ill at the Widow Gould's, I stepped

Ι “The guilty ? the guilty ?” mused Lady in between eight and nine to wish her good-night. Jane. “How are we to know who is guilty ?” I had a bad face-ache ; it was in pain all over;

Judith stood still, a strange expression of and I wanted to get to bed. The widow and eageruess, blended with indecision, on her white Nurse Pepperfly were at supper in the kitchen; face. She looked at Lady Jane, she looked at I saw them as I passed the kitchen window,

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and I ran up-stairs quietly, not disturbing lady would talk, feeling well, and we could not

I them. I had no light, and I found the bed- prevent her.

He said he should send in a comroom in darkness, but it was a fine moonlight posing draught : and he left. I returned home night. I spoke to Mrs. Crane, but she was


to tie my face up, but at first I was puzzled asleep, and did not answer, and I sat down by what to tie it with, as my boxes were not at the bed, behind the curtain, and nursed my | Mrs. Jenkinson's, and a pocket-handkerchief face for a minute or two. There came a ring was hardly warm enough. I laid hold of an at the door-bell, and I heard Mrs. Gould go old piece of black plush, which had covered a to answer it, and attend the visitor up-stairs. bonnet I had worn all the winter, and had unI thought it might be Mr. Stephen Grey, but picked that day. It was not worth much, and as they came into the adjoining sitting-room, I I cut it into two, and doubled the pieces toheard Mrs. Gould address bim as Mr. Carlton. gether, so that they formed two ears or lappets, She went down again, and he came into the cham- / fastened them to some black tape, and tied ber, without the light. His coming in awoke them up round my chin and the sides of my Mrs. Crane, for I heard her start and stir, and he face. I had got on a black cap, being in mournapproached the bed. • Clarice,' said he, 'Cla- ' ing for my late mistress, and when I saw myrice, how could you be so imprudent, so foolish, self in the glass, I thought I did look a guy. as to come to South Wennock?'Oh, Lewis, | What with my swollen face, which was glazed

so thankful you have returned !' she and puffy and white, and my black eyes, answered, in a joyful, loving tone, which struck blacker they seemed than usual, and this flossy me with amazement. *Don't be angry with plush round my face, I was a sight! "Gool me ; we can keep our secret; but I could not iness me!' exclaimed Margaret when I got bear the thought of being ill so far away. It is down-stairs, 'what have you been at with such a sweet little boy !' • It was exceedingly yourself? one would think you had got a pair wrong, Clarice,' he went on, in a vexed tone ; of sudden-grown whiskers !' and she wasn't but I heard no more, for I stole out of the far wrong, as appearances went, for the little

I heard Mr. Carlton say “Who's there?' edge of the black quilled net border close to but I sped down-stairs quietly in my list shoes, my face, and the rough plush behind it, made for I did not like them to think they had been a very good imitation of whiskers. I was dead overheard. ' As I went by the kitchen Mrs. tired ; I felt as if I could sleep; and after sit. Gould spoke to me, telling me, I remember, of tiug awhile with Margaret, I said I'd go in and an accident that had happened to Mr. Carlton see if Mrs. Crane wanted anything more that I that evening in coming from Great Wennock. could do, and then come back and go to bed. I ran in home, and went to bed ; but what Like the previous night, I saw that the nurse with the pain in my face, and the words I had and Mrs. Gould were at supper in the kitchen overheard next door, I could get no rest. It -or rather, sitting at the supper-table, for seemed a mystery to me and nothing less, that | supper seemed to be over. I went quietly upthe young lady should be so int with stairs ; and, knowing those two were down. Mr. Carlton, when she had asked about him and stairs, I was surprised to hear a movement in spoken of him as a stranger. It came into my the sitting-room. The first thought that struck mind to wonder whether he could be her hus- me was, could Mrs. Crane have been so imprubaud, but I thought I must be downright foolish | dent as to get out of bed after anything she to suppose such a thing. However, it was 10 might want, and I peeped in through the door, business of mine, and I knew I could keep my which was ajar. It was not Mrs. Crane ; she own counsel.”

was safe in bed, and the door between the two “Go on, Judith,” said Lady Jane, for Ju- rooms was shut: it was Mr. Carlton. The light dith had paused in thought.

was on the mantelpiece, and he stood sideways “The next day I was anything but well, for at the cheffonier. He had a very, very small I had had no sleep, and the pain in my face i bottle in his hand, putting a cork into it, worried me. In the afternoon it began to and then he put it into his waistcoat pocket. swell, and in the evening, when Mr. Stephen Next he took up a larger bottle, the size of Grey came to see Mrs. Crane, he told me the i those which had contained night-draughts for swelling would make it easier, but that I ought Mrs. Crane ; it had been standing close to his It was just seven when Mr. hand on the cheffonier, and the cork by it;

he Stephen came in, and he expected Mr. Carlton; hastily put the cork into it, and put it on the he waited till a quarter past, but Mr. Carlton i little shelf of the cheffonier, in a leaning posidid not come.

He observed that Mrs. Crane tion in the corner. He turned so quickly to was flushed and looked feverish, and he spoke leave the room, that I had not time to get out quite sharp to me, and said there had been too of the way; I did vot know what he had been much gossiping going on ; I replied that the doing; I did not know it was anything wrong;

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but an instinct flashed across me that he would the next morning Margaret told me that Mrs. not like to find he had been watched ; not Crane had died ; died the previous night before that when I peeped in I had thought of doing ten o'clock, through taking the sleeping draught anything mean or underhanded. I just drew sent her by Mr. Stephen Grey. I don't know up against the wall on the landing—the worst how I felt, I could not tell it if I tried, or the place I could have got to, for the moonlight dreadful doubt that came over me, whether or came in upon my face—and he saw me. He not Mr. Carlton had touched it. I heard of could see nothing of me but my face ; but he his having smelt poison in the draught when it looked at me with a sort of frightened glare. first came, and I thought then of course the My eyes, accustomed to the dark, could just poison must have been in it, that when I saw discern his face: he had come from the lighted him all alone with the bottle open, he might

Who and what are you ?' he whis- only be smelling at it again. Of one thing I pered, but I thought my best plan was not to felt certain—that Mr. Stephen Grey had not

I did not like to go forward and committed the error-and the state of mind, speak, so I kept still. He wheeled round, and the uncertainty I was in until the inquest, no went back to the sitting-room to bring out the tongue could tell. I went to the inquest; I light, which gave me the opportunity to slip wanted to be at ease one way or the other, to inside the closet. He

have some relief from my perplexity. Young Oh, Judith !” interrupted Lady Jane, Frederick Grey—I beg your pardon, Mr. Fred" then the man's face on the stairs, about erick; I had got my thoughts cast back in the which so much has been said, was yours !” past—had whispered to me, that if anybody

“My own and no other's, my lady. I was mixed poison with the draught, it was Mr. afraid to explaiu so, lest I should be questioned Carlton, not his father ; and though I would further, and I let it pass. Mr. Carlton brought not listen to him, his words made a deep imont the light, but of course. he could not see pression on me. At the inquest I heard Mr. me, and, after he had looked all about, he went Carlton give his evidence, and from that modown-stairs. I heard him say something to ment I believed him to have been guilty. He Mrs. Gould about a man up-stairs with black swore before the coroner that he neither touched whiskers, and I laughed to myself at the joke. nor saw the draught after he gave it back to But I did not care that anyone should know [ Mrs. Pepperfly ; that he did not observe or had played it, though it had been unintention- know where she placed it. That I knew to be ally done, and when Mr. Carlton was gone and a falsehood. He did see it and touch it, and the women were shut up in the kitchen again, took care to replace it in the same position I stole down-stairs and took off the black plush which the old woman had done. He testified ears in the yard, and put them in my pocket.

that he had told Mrs. Crane not to take the I then knocked at the window, as if I had just draught, but I felt sure he had told her nothing come in, which startled them both, and Mrs. of the sort. He swore also that he knew noGould called me a fool, and asked why I could thing of Mrs. Crane, who she was, or where she not come into the house quiet and decent. I came from, and that I knew was false. An said I had come in to wish Mrs. Crane good- impulse came upon me to step out before the night, and I went on up-stairs. Mrs. Crane coroner and declare all I had seen and heard, laughed at my swollen face, saying it looked but somehow I did not dare; I feared he might like a full moon ; but I thought how much turn round, and set me at defiance by denying more she would have laughed had she seen it , it, or even accuse me in his stead—and which in the whiskers.”

of us would have been listened to an estabFrederick Grey, who had stood with his eyes lished gentleman, such as he; or me, an obscure fixed on Judith, listening to every word, inter

servant ? Part of a letter was found before rupted with a question.

the inquest was over—and, my lady, it was a “ Did you not suspect, did it not occur to faithful copy, for I remember every word, of you to suspect, that the draught might have the first part of that letter found last night by been tampered with ?”

Lady Laura. The coroner showed it to Mr. "Never, sir, for a moment. How was I Carlton, and he fenced in his answers; he took likely to suspect such a thing? Was not Mr. the letter to the window, and stood there with Carlton a doctor in practice? I did not knowi his back to the room; the jury thought nothat he had added anything to the draught, thing, but I was sure it was only to collect but if I had known it, I should only have sup- himself, and gain time to cover his agitation. posed it to be some alteration he deemed neces- That letter, which Lady Laura found, was the sary, as her attendant, to ake."

written by Mrs. Crane the night of her "Well, go on."

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got me to carry to Mr. Carlton's.

As I came must have feared it was somebody who had out of the inquest-room, I felt quite sure that 'watched him mix the poison; but when no one he had murdered the lady."

| could be traced or heard of, as having been in “You ought to have declared it, Judith.” the house, then he doubted whether the ap

“My lady, I say that people would not have pearance might not have been supernatural. I believed me ; there was not a jot or tittle of fancy there has been a conflict in bis mind all evidence to corroborate my tale, there was no along, sometimes giving way to the faucy that proof at all that he knew her. If declared to the figure was real, sometimes that it was not; them now, they will not, perhaps, believe it.” | and equally fearing both.”

“ It might have saved my sister Laura,” Frederick Grey nodded his head, and Judith murmured Lady Jane.

| continued. “I did what little I could to keep her from “The years wore on, but somehow I always Mr. Carlton. After I went to live with you, felt a fear of Mr. Carlton. The feeling that my lady, Pompey let slip a word that Miss

was upon me was—that nobody was safe with Laura—as she was then-used to go the him. I dareşay it was a foolish feeling, but I garden in secret, at the dusk hour, to meet could not help it. When Lady Lucy was Mr. Carlton. I could not say anything to taken ill with the fever, and Mr. Carlton kept Mr. Carlton openly. But I thought I might her at his house in what might be called an frighten him, and warn Miss Laura. One night underhand manner, I grew quite alarmed, that they were there (it was the very night | wondering whether he intended any ill to her, before they went away) I took off my white cap and the night the lamp went out in the hall and put on a black, tied on those plush whis- I whispered words to him that he did not like; kers, which I have kept by me to this day, put I did it in my fears ; and only a night or two it cap of Pompey's on my head, and threw on ago I put on those plush whiskers again—for I my master's old cloak. When I got to their determined to do it, and fetched them from meeting place in the garden Miss Laura was Cedar Lodge-and made myself look altogether alone ; he had gone. It was nearly dark as much like I did that first night as I could, amidst the trees, where I stood ; she could get


and stood in the dusk at the surgery window.” but an imperfect view of me, and I disguised “But it is a strange thing he never recog. my voice to gruffness, and warned her, in the nised you ! ” interrupted Frederick Grey. best way I knew how, against Mr. Carlton. “ Not strange, sir. You cannot think how Mr. Carlton saw me as I was stealing back those plush sides and the black border disguise again, and I raised the cap and he saw my face my face. It looks exactly like a man's. Bein the moonlight. He looked frightened to sides, Mr. Carlton has never seen it but in the death ; I suppose he knew it again for the most imperfect and uncertain light. I think same fuce he had seen on the landing that night, he must have been struck with some faint reand I glided amidst the trees until he had gone. semblance, for Lady Laura told me laughingly I have appeared to him in the same way once the other day that there was a look in my face or twice since. You may remember, my lady, Mr. Carltou could not bear. And all this the night we returned home after my lord's while, my ladies, I never had the remotest susdeath. When we had left Lady Laura and piciou that the lady who died in Palace Street gone on, you discovered that her dre-sing-case was connected with the family I serve.' had been forgotten in the fly. I got out to take Judith ceased. The tale was told. And it to her, saying I would walk on home after- she stood motionless within the shade of the wards. I left it at the servants' entrance, and crimson curtain in the silence that fell upon in passing the dining-room window, com

the room. ing away, I saw Mr. Carlton by the light of the fire. I pushed back my bonnet, snatched my

THE LAWYER'S TELEGRAM. black scarf off my neck, tied it down the sides Could there be any doubt of the guilt of Mr. of my face under the chin, and pressed my nose

Carlton ? It was scarcely to be hoped for. flat against the panes, which naturally made my Jane Chesney and Frederick Grey remained face look wide. He saw it was the same figure alone after the revelation of Judith, pondering which had so terrified him before, and I heard the question in their own minds, scarcely likhis cry of amazement as I rushed away, put- ing to look in each others' faces. Judith had ting my bonnet on as I went.”

departed from the room ; Lucy was up-stairs, “How do you account for it, Judith-that going to rest—if rest she might hope for. Poor your appearance should inspire him with this Lucy thought she should never leave off shivterror ? ” interrupted Frederick Grey.

ering. She was younger than they were, more “Sir, in this way.

I think that when he inexperienced in the ways of the world, and first saw me, that night on the staircase, he utterly unprepared for the disclosure. Never

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