"I know what ye want to say, my Lord," returned Peet, gloomily, and taking care not to glance towards Jack. "My Lady had me up this morning and told me."
"In injuring your son I have injured you, Mr. Peet," said Jack, coming forward, and speaking in an earnest voice. "I do not know how to ask your forgiveness; but, if your son could express himself, he would tell you how deeply my sin has been repented, and what years of misery it has brought on my mother and me. Unhappily, I cannot undo the deed; neither can I give you back the lost years---- "
"You can do nothing, and I want nothing, thank you," replied Peet, without looking up.
"Your son has forgiven all he has suffered," began the Earl.
"Beg pardon, my Lord," returned Peet, drawing himself up; "but I"m making no complaint. I have not said a word for or against him. If my son likes to forgive him, he can do as he chooses--his acts are no rule for my wife nor me."
"So you have spoken to your wife?" said the Earl, in a tone of regret, as Jack moved away.
"I know my Lady was against it, but my wife has been a good wife to me, and I never keep things from her."
"And what did you wife say?"
"Well, my Lord," replied Peet, with a little less confidence in his tone, yet with the stubborn look still in his face, "she was upset, of course, and cried a bit, as women mostly do. But when d.i.c.k, who has not spoke for this many a year, looks up, and says he, "Mother, don"t bear malice--for my sake forgive him;" why, she gave in at once. I am sure that it was from sheer astonishment at d.i.c.k"s speaking so clear. She didn"t think of forgiving no more than myself. Mothers are like that--mighty queer sometimes just when you least expect it."
"Peet," said Lord Lynwood, signing to Jack to leave them, "I think your wife is quite right. She is acting the n.o.bler part. You have suffered terribly; we are fully aware of that, and we have felt for you and done all we could for you. Surely you would not wish to give Lady c.o.ke pain by refusing the very first request she asks you? Think how nearly we lost her last summer, and remember it is owing to the great care and kindness of Jack Wright and his mother that she is spared the grief of having lost the child entrusted to her keeping. You know this responsibility is what weighed most on her mind, and Jack has brought her great comfort by restoring the child. He is broken-hearted for the injury he has done you and your family, and he begs your forgiveness.
Why is it impossible for you to give it? If not for your own sake, or because it is the right thing to do, then because there is one who has asked you who has been the best of friends to you through all your troubles."
Peet looked down, red and surly. It was a hard fight for one of his stubborn character to acknowledge he was in the wrong, or to listen to arguments to which his better nature responded. Seeing that he did not reply, Lord Lynwood left him without further efforts to convince him.
Peet gazed after him with lowering brow; then turned and went to his work.
Estelle was up early that morning, and after a delighted survey of all her surroundings and treasures, rushed to her aunt just as the gong sounded. Would Auntie beg a whole holiday for her cousins--just for once? How could Aunt Betty refuse this first request? It did not require much coaxing to make her promise to go directly after breakfast to Begbie Hall with Estelle and her father. She even declared she would fearlessly invade the premises sacred to Miss Leigh and learning.
Little suspecting the delight in store for him, Georgie had come down in a bad temper that morning, and he was venting it on his lesson books, and on Miss Leigh.
"What is the matter with you, Georgie?" asked the long-suffering governess at last. "Did you get out of bed the wrong side? Nothing seems to be right this morning."
"I always get out of bed the same side every day," replied Georgie, firmly, placing his books in a heap as near the edge of the table as he could. "It"s not the bed; it"s Alan."
"What has Alan done?"
But Georgie"s answer was drowned in the crash of his books which scattered in every direction, some of them without their covers.
"Now, Georgie!" cried Miss Leigh, exasperated.
"I believe you did it on purpose!" exclaimed Alan, who was anxious to finish his work, and found the noise disturbing.
Marjorie was about to pour oil upon the troubled waters by picking the books up when the door of the schoolroom was burst open and Estelle was among them! Miss Leigh and the three children could scarcely believe it was the "real live" Estelle they saw, and a great gasp of amazement sounded through the room. But when they perceived Aunt Betty herself standing at the door, and behind her their father, mother, and uncle, all smiling at them, there was a general cry of delight.
Everybody spoke, but n.o.body listened. They all danced and raced round Estelle till the uproar became so great that their elders, including Miss Leigh, fled. Then Estelle, as soon as she could persuade them to listen, told them how Jack had saved her and brought her home; how Mrs.
Wright, her dear Goody, had nursed her through her bad illness; in what a comfortable, pretty cave-house she had lived, and how even the biggest storm that ever blew, and they had had many such storms, could not shake its walls. Then there were the Treasure Caves, and Estelle made their faces quite pale as she related her adventures in them, and how Jack had saved her from drowning. She told them of the dream also, and how she could not remember their names, and how suddenly it all came back to her. This led to a stampede in search of the hero, Jack, who, after much racing about in all directions, was found at the door of the ruined summer-house. Lord Lynwood and Colonel De Bohun were with him, and it was evident that they were talking of how the accident happened. The children insisted on shaking hands with the Giant of the Treasure Caves, as Marjorie called him, and on thanking him for bringing back their dear Estelle.
"Why, you are a _real_ giant!" cried Georgie, much impressed by Jack"s height. "I never saw a giant before."
They all laughed, but Georgie was right, for Jack was a good deal taller than Lord Lynwood, who was six feet three inches, and yet looked dwarfed by the sailor. They all admired him so much that they would not leave him.
(_Concluded on page 382._)
PUZZLERS FOR WISE HEADS.
13.--LITTLE CHARADES--TRIADS.
A.--1. Bereft of father and mother.
2. The period of time during which a person or thing exists, or has existed.
A home for those who have no other.
B.--1. A collection of printed sheets.
2. A small creeping animal without feet.
A devourer of that which is written, C.--1. The edge, or brink, of a fountain or river.
2. A hardened ma.s.s of earthy matter.
A mineral substance.
D.--1. A rodent of the genus lepus.
2. A hollow sounding body of metal.
A flower of the campanula kind.
E.--1. An emblem of innocence.
2. An extremity.
A peculiar joint.
F.--1. An uncertain quant.i.ty.
2. The organized material of an animal.
A person unknown, or uncertain.
[_Answers on page 395._]
C. J. B.
ANSWER TO PUZZLE ON PAGE 322.
12.--T og A H or N E hu D S oo T P us H I sl E D ea F E vi L R el Y
A HORSE"S REVENGE.
Founded on Fact.
A certain King of Syria had a horse of which he was very fond, and which in turn was devoted to its master. The King used to ride this horse out to battle, but at last was defeated and killed in the fight. His enemy, rejoicing in his victory, seized the King"s horse and mounted it. The horse seemed to know what had happened, and who was on his back, for he began to show the greatest fury. After trying for some time to throw his new rider off, he suddenly dashed off up a steep cliff; and when he reached the top, he leapt wildly down the sheer precipice, with the man still on his back. The rider had no time to save himself, and both he and the horse were dashed to pieces. Thus the King was avenged by the faithful steed to which he had been so kind.