Fotheringay's Son.

Wairarapa Age, Volume XXXI, Issue 10713, 11 January 1913, Page 2

Fotheringay's Son.

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t BY ALLAN ADAIR. 5 * 1 Author sf "An island Prlno«t> f " "A Mtrrlagfl of F«Ho4 U y" Eto.

J UHA P T Ell XXI. (Continued.) ! ''He is classical master at a gram--111:11 •■chool in the North. I want something bettor for him. To tell the truth. I want Jiim to become a •tutor in some bis; family. 1 have thought'it out; if the mother objects, v ■ cmi' '"li that he will be regarded as only a tutor and not as an equal, but 1 fiin <-i-re that the lad will make his way, mid he is a fine scholar, too." ' "I have the very thing for him!" exclaimed Sir Arthur. "Have you?"

"I have exactly five minutes," she said lazily. ''Tell me what to say. When she had finished the letter she handed it to Sir Arthur.

"I suppose he will come down to see rue?" ishe remarked. "I do want to know he is not a bear to look at!

; r.nlv Hie other day Lady Gla:-;ebro-ok asked me if I could recommend her SDiii" one as a tutor for hor boy. They all live very quietly at Glazebrook. The second boy goes to .Rugby, but poor Mortimer, the | elder, is delicate and cannot <x<y to school. Ladv Gal/.ebrook would have .confidence in my recommendation ; Mortimer is n clever lad.; in fact; 1 they are a clever family. The only one who is frivolous i 5 Ladv Glazebrook. 1 think our young friend will do there. Is he leaving the school?" j "Yes; the work is not what he likes as they do not get hoys who care for- [ anything but. the rudiments rf knowj ledge. Shall I give you liis address?" ( 'S ; r Arthur hr"ita.+ed. I "No," ho said at length; "let it come from you. I do not want him to know that J am his benefactor. ' Tell h'lll about it and that Lady Glazebrook will write. She offers a. cou- . pie of hundred a year. I will keep ! an ove 011 the bov, but I do not want : to appear a vS a patron. I have a,'longing forfhis friendship—it would make me feel young again." I "I am delighted!" said the doctor. I "Where : is the mother?" asked Sir Arthur. / ' . ".Still at Alder ley. You never saw her, I suppose? In a. way one feels that she only lives for her son, and yet her manner is almost cold to him. I can't help feeling that under her calm, exterior her heart beats warmly. and quickly." I "Does he love her?" I "Yes, bue she doe,s not call forth all his love. He is a very affectionate lad. 1 felt mad when he did not go to Oxford. I can imagine what it must have cost him to say 'No.' I Sir Arthur rose.

"He is not that," said Arthur Damian. "He looks exactly like Fotlieringay. You were too young to remember much of that unfortunate affair, but ho resemhles him greatly, and, if you want to know the whole truth, that is my interest in the young man."

"I think f remember something about it," said her ladyship. "I shall be curious to see him. What a good thinst Miss Morse is so old! T always believe, that elderly governesses are the bast to have."

"When do you go to Glaze brook ?'

"Not before September. I am froing to have a rolioking summer — r hnv« so few left. The year aft°r next T shall have to present Svlvia and go out and be a chaperon—fancy me a chaperon!" "Tt is absurd!" said Sir Arthur; 'vlio was\ not without worldly wisdom. "Perfectly ridiculous!"

"Yes, I generally feel as if I wanted a chaperon myself," said her ladyship, smiling at her pretty reflection in the glass. There was not a bit of harm in her, but she was a born flirt, and she took not the slightest pains to conceal the fact.

"T am quite sure you do," said Sir Arthur.

"But the children," continued her ladyship, "are all so serious; they take after their father, not after me. They treat me rather a.s if I were tho child and they the parentis. I am sure I feel younger than Sylvia does " "She may take after her father iC. seriousness, ibut she takes after you *n looks —she was always the prettiest child!"

"Yes. Do you know tliafc photograph of us taken toigether? I will show it vou."

"If [ go at once I may catch her frivolous ladyship before she goes out visiting." he .said. "Let me see—how 111011 v children lias she? There is Mortimer, who is eighteen; Sylvia, seventeen; and Trevor, fifteen. She herself looks about twenty and behaves like it." "You think she will take n Fancy to the young man?" "Shejs sure to," answered Sir Arthur. "But slie has not much heart, "nd she likes wealth and power. F husband wisely made her income dependent on her keeping sMigle. r her ladyship remembers it always. I will go to her at once, and will write I to you." I A quarter of an hour later Sir ■ thiir Damian was having a tete-a-t" :

Sir Arthur, 'having gained what he wanted, humored her. and whfn she at last remembered her appointment she left very much pleaded' with herself and him. A week later, when they met again. Lady Glazebrnok stated that she had seen Doctor Bernard's protege and had engaged him. "Although, to b"> sure. I do not think it is fair 011 Miss Morse to expose her to such temptation," >she said, with a twinkle in her eye. "He is very handsome, and it is •inforturate that lie is so young," she added pensively. "If your friend Fothcringay was anything like this young man 1 can understand why so many people'were interested in him." "Yet they all stood by and never j raised a finger to save him," .said Sir j Arthur bitterly. "But I am very glad you have engaged this young man, for the sake of the resemblance he boars to my dead friend."

wit!) Lady Glazobrook. "You nice man! How could you toll I was bored to death by niv own company?" said her ladyship, a.s she erected Sir Arthur. r "I could not toll," he answered, with an-admiring look. "I have come on a matter of 1 business." She mad? a little grimace. "I hat© business when I am in London. T leave all that to GlazebrooTc, my brother-in-law." ""Well, it will not trouble you much. I have found an ideal tutor for Mortimer." - " "Have you? How nice of you! Has he testimonials and every thins of that sort? I suppose he is a varsity man?"

"He seemed pleased, too —so, that we are happy ail round," said her ladyship. "Ami,, vou know, I think he is a young-man to he trusted. 1 am in earnest. He looks a good fellow, and as honest as the day." "Yes," said Sir Arthur absently. CHAPTER XXII. Glazebrook was bathed in the en haze of the setting sun .on the evening that Donald Lavender first beheld- it. The long;, rambling redbrick house was a jumble of many ■ tvles. / \

"He -won a Balliol scholarship, but he did "ot ta.ke it; h.is mother did not care for him to go." "How selfish of her!" said Gla.'/ebrook. "Now, I let my children' do what they like as long as they do | jlot worrv me."

The Glaze brooks had been men of narts for several centuries. They had been patrons of art and literature, and had collected around 'hem aU manner of 'beautiful things. They were lovers of learning, too, and Lady Glazebrook'.s wonder as to why her husband had chosen her was shared by many women.

"His head master, who has' known him for nearly sixteen years, is devoted to him. Ho is a straight, fine, handsome young fellow, f saw hun three years ago and) lost my heart to him. But I thought he was going to Oxford and would be quite above taking a tutorship. I foresee that Mortimer will be devoted to him."

"Yes," said Lady Glazebrook, "I will think about it .Sir Arthur." "I think you could take him on my recommendation. You know you do not understand anything about the. sort of-young man you want for a tutor." "I don't," answered Lady Glazobroook. "You know T never set myself up for being clever. T never could understand why Glazebrook married me." "Can't you?" said Sir Arthur diplomatically. "I can!" t She smiled. "Very well," she said, "I will have him, if he will come. Give me the young man's address and I will write at once. I will say yon recommend | him." "No, do not say that. Ho won't | know who I a.m. Say T)r Bernard!" "But I do not know Doctor Bernard!" "That does not matter, I have just come from seeing him. You won't regret it, I know." "Very well —here goes!" She looked at the clock as she went, to her writing table.

(To be Continued.)