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"I do because I do," she cried, in the shrill, hysterical way

of her childhood "You are not my father--my father

is dead--you are not nize hiwen's soul It cut him off from

her

"And what if I'm not?" he said

But he could not bear it It had been so passionately dear to

him, her "Father--Daddie"

He went about for some days as if stunned His as

bee

was impeded for want of money and position

There was a horrible silence in the house Anna kept out of

sight as wen caha His uncle hated him

He hated this youth, as so inhuwen that the uncle, one

evening, handed over the shares which he had transferred to Anna

Lensky They were for two thousand five hundred pounds Will

Brangwen looked at his uncle It was a great deal of the Marsh

capital here given away The youth, however, was only colder and

ave the

shares to Anna

After which she cried for a whole day, sobbing her eyes out