wrote, "and it really
seems as if he blames _me_ because he has lost so much at Monte Carlo.
In fact, he says if I had not smuggled him in, he should probably never
have played there at all. I think I shall know it when I take another
young Irishman in hand. By the way, he brought me news of the death of
Sir Henry Trevellian, of Trevellian Castle, in the north of England He
was thrown from his horse and killed instantly Jack Trevellian was with
him, and, it is said, was nearly heart-broken, though by this accident
he has become Sir Jack, and is master of a fine old place and a
tolerably fair fortune. He will be much sought after now, but if ever he
comes in your way again, and you play your cards well you may be my Lady
Trevellian. How does that sound to you?"

"Sir Jack Trevellian," Bessie repeated to herself, while there swept
over her a great pity for the poor young man, smitten down so suddenly,
while for Jack she was glad, knowing how well he would fill the place
and how worthy he was of it.

Of herself, as Lady Bessie Trevellian she never thought, though there
came to her a strong presentiment that she should see Jack again ere
long--that he would come to tell her of his new honor, and would he just
as kind and friendly and familiar as he was that day in the park when
she first saw him more than two years ago.

Three days later and there came another short letter from her mother,
written on shipboard and sent off at Queenstown. The sea had been very
rough and the Brownes and Lord Hardy were sick in their state-rooms, as
were many of the passengers, but Daisy had never felt better in her life
and was enjoying herself immensely. She should cable as soon as she
reached New York, and she bade Bessie keep up good courage, and sent her
love and a kiss to Archie, who, if Bessie thought best, might now be
told where she had gone.

Archie was sleeping very quietly when Bessie went into his room, taking
her mother's letter with her. But there was a white pinched look upon
his face which she had never seen there before, and it seemed to her
that his breath was growing shorter and more labored, as she watched him
with a beating heart until she could no longer endure the fear which had
seized upon her, and stooping down, she called aloud:

"Father, father!"

Her voice awoke him, and lifting his eyes to her face, he smiled upon
her the old, loving smile she knew so well and which reassured her a
little.

"You have slep