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 "You seem to love him very much," said Miss Hayes with grave approval.

"In coorse I do! An' isn't it me own boy that was his fosther brother that loves him too. Whin the Lard wint out to fight the Boors, Mick wint wid him as his own body man until he was invalided home wid a bad knee; an' him a coachman now an' doin' nothin' but take his wages; And whin he kem to Liverpool to say good-bye when the Cryptic should come in I tould him to take care of his Masther. 'Av ye don't,' sez I, 'ye're no son iv mine, nor iv yer poor dear father, rest his sowl! Kape betune him an' any bullet that's comin' his way' I sez. An' wid that he laughed out loud in me face. 'That's good, mother,' sez he, 'an iv coorse I'd be proud to; but I'd like to set eyes on the man that'd dar to come betune Athlyne an' a bullet, or to prevint him cuttin' slices from aff iv the Boors wid his big cav-a-lary soord,' he sez. 'Begob,' he sez, 't'would be worse nor fightin' the Boors themselves to intherfere wid him whin he's set on his way!

"That's loyal stock! He's a Man, that son of yours!" said Miss Judy enthusiastically, forgetting her semi-cynical rôle of old maid in the ardour of the moment. The stewardess seeing that she had a good listener went on:

"And 'tis the thoughtful man he is. He niver writes to me, bekase he knows well I can't read. But he sends me five pounds every Christmas. On me birthday he gev me this, Lord love him!" She took a gold watch from her bosom and showed it with pride.

When she was dressed. Miss Hayes looked into the Library; and finding it empty took down the "de Brett," well thumbed by American use. Here is what she saw on looking up "Athlyne."

ATHLYNE EARL OF FITZGERALD

Calinus Patrick Richard Westerna Hardy Mowbray FitzGerald 2nd Earl of Athlyne (in the Peerage of the United