The Last Egyptian

hen Luke the butler placed the big blue government envelope upon his table, thought

e found it difficult to secure sufficient funds to enable him to maintain a respectable position in the world. He had been ably assisted in his ex

uch dissipations as most men are careful to hide. The son was reserved and sullen, and posed as a man eminently respectable, confining his irregularities mainly to the gaming ta

ighteen years before, and was merely tolerated in the big, half-ruined London mansion, being neglected alike by her husband and her father-in-law, who had both come to look upon her as a useless incumbrance. More than that, they resented the presence of a young, aw

hip. But old Lord Roane, her grandfather, had still a weakness for a pretty face, and Aneth was certainly pretty. Moreover, she was sweet and pure and maidenly, and no one was better able to admire and appreciate such qualities than the worn-out roué whose life had been mainly spent in the society of light women

nd although she was shrewd enough, in spite of her inexperience, to realize that his life had been, and still was, somewhat coarse

s not long in realizing the difficulties of their position. If the viscount had nothing to gamble with, he became insufferable and almost brutal in his manner; if Lord Roane could not afford to dine at the club and am

desperate, the big blue envelope with the government stamp a

n interested himself in Roane's behalf, and the result was a diplomatic post for him in Egypt under Lord Cromer, and a position for the viscount in the

tion, and to have these honors thrust upon him at a time when they would

gaming in the oriental city would be more fascinating than that of London, where people had begun to frown when he entered a room. The inval

t. I am sure that you will personally do your duty loyally, and with credit to our honored name; but I'm afraid

y. Don't worry, little one. Our fortunes have changed; we shall now be able to pay the butcher and baker and candlestick-maker, and there is little doubt the Consinors will speedily become the pride of the nation. Ahem! Tell L

er comment, reflecting, with a sigh, that

ew to what whim of fate he owed his good fortun

ne on the inside, so it is no wonder t

a divorce{109} from his wife, that he might wed her. The fascinating Egyptian, guileless of European customs and won by the masterful ardor of Roane, chose him from among all her suitors, and casting aside the honest love of Roane's friend, fell unconsciously into the trap set for her and became the

rched everywhere for the Egyptian princess when Hatatcha fled from London to hide her shame, and on his return

to defy it. The man who had truly loved was broken-hearted, and from that time avoided all society and especially that of women. But he plunged into politics for diversion,

ame of Hatatcha to secure a private audience with the great man, who list

ng since worn itself out. Time evens up these old scores without human interference. Roane is to-day on the verge of ruin. His only son is a c

her suffered, but with added agony for the years of impunity that have elapsed. It was her will-

rt of the listener. Years may sear a wou

ask of me?"

ted for some time, his eyes

n Lord Roane's family

son's wife, who is an invali

tion. Again the Egyptian relapsed into thought, and the ministe

or Lord Roane a diplomatic post in Cairo, under Lord Cromer. Obtain some honorable

el

are Nature's children. No false civilization glosses our wrongs or denies our right to protect our honor. I

the minister, w

and likewise his illustrious son, the Viscount Roger Consinor