"Your maid!" he said.

"I fancied it was a mistake to part with her, my dear.

It is evident she has not gone home." Alice Deringham unconsciously drew herself up a trifle, as her eyes ran down the column.

It was headed "Another missing heir," and ran: "We are getting used to having our railroad-shovelling and trail-cutting done by scions of the British aristocracy, and seldom ask them what they did in the old country so long as they behave themselves decently in this one.

Twice recently, as mentioned in these columns, the successor to an English property of some value was discovered, in the one case peddling oranges, and in the other digging a rancher's ditches, while now we have another instance in the Somasco valley.