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Mostyn went into the house, back to the desolate dining-room, and sat down in his chair at the head of the table The ht had a look in her eyes which indicated that she are of his mood He would have resented it had he dared, but it was only one of rated on him but could not be prevented

"Has Mr Mitchell had his supper?" Mostyn asked, applying himself reluctantly to the sione up to his rooirl answered "He is out of sorts to-day I have never seen hie us all"

"Don't mind hiue other than his own He half fancied that the maid, for reasons peculiar to her class, had a sort of contempt for hiht of hi socapital

Supper over, he went back to the veranda Should he go to the club, as he soainst it He did not care for cards or drinking, and they were the chief aers about the rooht be some summer play on at one of the theaters, but as a rule they were very poor at that season of the year, and he knew he had a frame of mind which could not be diverted At this juncture he beca nature It was an undefinable, even ht to stay with his child He shrugged his shoulders and s to him persistently He tried to analyze it; it eluded analysis It had haunted him before, and the tie psychic sy and hi to him that he was responsible for the deserted huive it the care and love denied it?

Obeying an impulse he could not put down, he turned into the house and softly ascended the stairs The door of the nursery was open A low- turned light was burning in a night-la with the other servants He was alone and unobserved The child was asleep in its little white bed, and he crept forward and looked down upon it The night being wars and fair breast exposed, he lay asleep There was a suggestion of a smile on the beautiful face, the pink lips were parted, the dainty fingers were clutched as if holding soht in their clasp