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CHAPTER VI. (Continued.) My henrt Eank as I remembered the Incident of Inst evening, tho evidently clandestine meeting In tho shrubbery at Forest Lea. Could this Journoy bo conectcd with that meeting, nnd could the timid, modest girl I had known at Forest Lea be cnpablo of planning and carrying out secret nrrangctnents, sur rounded by so many difficulties In her circumstances? What did It mean? Tho endless greon panorama still flitted by; not a sound, save tho occa sional rustling of a newspaper, broke tho sllenco of tho railway carriage; tho pasiengcrs woro clthor sleepy or unsociable. An Irropregslble doslro to speak to MIsh Ilranacombo possoasod me I could bear tho situation no longer. I turned toward her with tho paper I had been reading In my hand, Intending to offer It to her. She was already occupied with a book ono of thoso thin paper-covered volumes bought nt book-stalla and nlio did not ratio her oyos from It or othorwlsc appear to have noticed my movement. Thorn wns no doubt of her wish to Ignoro our provlotia acquaintance And a conclusive further proof of her Iden tity was given mo In her dross, which I now had tho opportunity of seeing more distinctly. It was of a brownish shade, and tho pattern a llttlo check a slmplo girlish coxtumo which I re membered sbo had worn In tho morn ing of tho day Col. Hranscombo died. Could I forget tho least detail con nected with her? A sudden Inspiration flashed through my mind. Miss Hranscombo had sought this method of communicating with mo privately, awny from her fmnlly circle, nnd tho rosorvo sho maintained was necessary for the moment In tho pres ence of our fellow-passengers, somo of whom might bo known to her by sight at least. When tho proper momont ar rived sho would explain herself. I 1 I "IT WAS NONA HERSELF." know what fruitless attempts shu had already mndo to enlist mo on hor sldo. This Idea did not porhnps romovo tho primary nnd greatest difficulty of tho situation, but I hailed It eagerly. It navo Mlsa Hranscombo tho loopholo which my lovo demanded. I was con tent to wait my lndy'a plenauro- nay, 1 wns ;noro than content 1 forgot nil tho doubts and fears which hnd har assed mo n moment ago In tho rap turous delight of tho thought that she trusted mo, sho turned to mo for help In hor difficulties. A man In lovo will forgive any Indiscretion of which ho Is himself Uio object nnd by which ho profits. Tho train sped on, tho nftemoon shadows lengthened. Tho oxpresa stopped nt few stations on Its rapid Journoy, and, as ono after tho other of theso halting places wns passed with out a sign from Mien Hrnnscombo, 1 began to conclude that her dostlnatlon ivas tho iamo as my own or, wns sho only Bitting out tho follow-pnBsongers, not one of whom had left us? Tho question was presently niiBwcred In a startling nnd unexpected manner. Molton, a largo busy Junction, wns reached. Wo wcro on tho point of leaving It again nftor a three minutes' bait, when Mlsa Hranscombo, with a hurried glnnco at tho platform, atnned to her feet, and boforo I could assist or prevent her, sho had snatched hor bag from tho opposlto scat, beckoned to a passing portor, and loft tho carrlago as sho had entered It swiftly and sud denly. I sprang after her. "Just starting sir tlmo's up!" -ailed tho porter. I gave llttlo heed to tho warning; but a stream of pnssongers Just ar rlvo'J by tho branch lino Intorposod between mo and Mlsd Hranscombo, tho whistle of tho cxprcBa Bounded, nnd tho remembrance of Col. Hrauscombo'u will, loft behind mo In tho carrlnge, recalled mo to my duty. I dashed back Just In time, mad with dUmppolntnifrnt and battled curiosity, and regained my scat In a condition which roused uiy somnolent fellow-travelers. "Young lady not coming back, sir?" said one of them, a portly sqtjlro, with a humorotiB twlnklo In tho corner of his eye. "She's left her cloak and hor book" pointing to tho Inttor whero It lay on tho floor. "Not coming back eh I" "I suppose not," I answered as In differently as I could, stooping to pick up tho dropped volume. On tho lly-loaf was written In pencil tho namo "Nona Ilranscombc." CHAPTER VII. "Flvo mlnutoa past four," I said to myself n I Hprang out on to tho plat form at Huston Station. "I shall Juat havo tlmo to roport myself at the of flco before Howton loaves, got n feci Bornowhoro, nnd catch tho 0:30 buck to Foroflt Lea. lloro, hansom ns fast a3 you can drlvo to Chancery Lane!" My plans had been rnpldly formod In tho tlmo which elapsed between Mlsa Hrnnsrombo'a disappearance at Moltou Junction nnd my arrival nt Huston. If MIbh Hranscombo Intondod to return to ForoHt Loa that night, reforonco to HrndHhaw had shown mo thnt It miiBt bo by tho 0:50 train from town thorn wns no other stopping nt Wostfordj nml If sho did not return from that myutorlouu orrand which I could no longer flatter mysoJf was In any way connected with mo then my presence nt Forest Lea might bo urgently needed. Such testimony a3 I could give na to Miss Hranscomba'a movement!) might bo of tho utmout conHcquoneo If sho was to bo oavod from somo unknown villainy of Char lie HrniiBcombo's. I shuddered nt tho thought of hor posslblo dangor In his hnnds, and urgod my cabby to swifter spcwl over tho rnttllng London streets. JamcH Howton received mo with open nrms. "Awfully glad you'vo como bnck, old man; tho chlof Is Btlll laid tip, and I And myBolf up to my oars In work." Tho Junior was not fond of work. I hero b that caso of ltoao versus Em oryyou know all nbout It. I suppose, nnd old Mrn. Entwlstlo's oatnto, and Sir Evonud Hrlnibono's settlements thoy uro nil on mo llko a pack of wolvoa. Morton, from Morton and Whlto'H, hnn been In throo tlmca to dny. Sir Evornrd wants tho thing pushed on marriage coni03 off nt tho end of tho month. Wish people wouldn't got married! Fagged to death ugh!" rising and stretching hlmaolf. "Well, whnt's your nowa? Old man dead?" "Von," I Bald laconically, for hl3 tone Jarred upon mo. "Colonel UrtuiH combo'n will la horo" pointing to my Olndatono bng. "We'd bettor take a copy, I Hupposo." "Yes, I supposo ho. Whnt has tho old fellow dono loft ovorytMIng to thnt rip ot u nophow?" "No," I nnawercd unwillingly. Nora's namo had become u Bacrod word to mo, nnd I hesitated to pronounce t In such iv presence-. "No? Then whnt haa ho dono with tho cstato? I thought bo had no other relations." "IJe hnd a nleco," I replied, funrb'.lns for tho key of my bng. "Oh, horo It la!" taking tho koy from my pockot. "Jennlnga must stay and mako tho copy, and Bond It down." "A nleco?" Interrupted Howton. "Who la sho? Novor hoard of hor. Whnt's sho llko? Young or old? Dona Hho como In for tho land and nil? Why don't you speak out, man?" "I I will In n momont," I rojolnod. "What on enrth la tho mnttor with thla key?" holding It up to tho light. "Somothlng In tho barrel diiBt, I daro Bay," auggostod Howton cnrolosa ly. "Hut about tho nleco I'm Inter ested, Fort. Is site young and beau tiful, nnd nn holrcas?" "It's tho lock," I exclnlmod; "tho koy'a right enough, and yet tho bag has scarcely boon out of my Bight. Whnt the" I Btarod nt my partner, whilst I folt every vostlge of color leaving my cheeks. "This bng Isn't nilno; U'b It's look nt this" point ing to n half-effaced Inbol of n foraljn hotel ndhorlns to thi bottom of the Gladstone. "I have novor boen nt Venice, nnd" examining It more closely "this la not my bag; the koy doesn't fit." "Whew w!" whlntlcd my partno- "A caao of 'exchange no robbary.' You'vo bagged somebody olse's, nnd ho a bagged yours" laughing nt ht own pun. "Awfully disgusted he'll bo when ho sees tho documents." "It's nn Impossibility," I ejaculated. "Tho bag was put Into tho carriage and taken out ngnln by my own hnnds, and It never loft my sight throughout tho Journoy. It wns on tho opposlto sont. I can swear thoro's been no mls- tnko. It's n robbery! Send for tho police." Tho words died on my I'm. A tec rlblo suspicion dnrtod Into my mind, Nona Hrnnscombo had carried n black bng n Gladstone, tho fncslmllo of mine nnd I had doposltcd It bcaldo my own on tho vacant seat. In hor precipitate flight she hnd taken the !;n, leaving cloak nnd book behind hor, nnd, na I lemonibored now, ef fectually covering up tho Oladstonu she hnd left. In her agitation sho had evidently exchangod tho bags by mis- tl 1(0. "Hobbory? Nonsense It's n caso of oxehnngo!" porslated Jntnon Howton. "Can't you remember who hnd tho other? Did ho como nil tho way?" "Yea," I said confusedly, putting my hnnd to my bond. "I roniembcr; alio got out nt Mo'.ton." "She!" ochocd my pnrtnor. "Was It a woman.? And with n Olndatono!" "Yes," I nuswored, heartily vexed with mysolf for tho Involuntary ndtnia slon, "It was a woman. I'll go back to Kuaton nnd wlro to Molton at once. Tho mlatako may havo boon discovered and my bag left thoro; and I will fol low tho mesango by tho first trnln." "Off ngnln?" exclaimed Howton ruo fully. "Thoro'B n weok'a fag horo" pointing to a pllo of documents which filled tho tnblo. "Can't help It!" I retorted. "Tho funeral tnkea plnco the day nftor to morrow. I muat bo present to road tho will, tako executor'a InatructlonB, nnd bo on; nnd thoro la other bual neaa which must bo nttondod to." "Can't I run down?" proposed How ton. "la tho heiress thoro? I should llko to aco her." "I must And tho will." I ropllod. "Thoro'B no tlmo to bo lost. Tho Col onel gave mo apcclnl instructions; I nm bound to bo present other things must wnlt." "You'ro off thon?" said Rowton, ro luctnntly. "Well, tn-ta, old follow! Wlro when you'vo got tho bag. It's nn awful Joko, though such n sell for tho lady." "Don't lot tho chief hoar of It," I stopped to request as I loft tho omco, tho fatal bng In my hnnd "It would upsot him." "All right," nodded tho chiof'a nephew. "It was nn awfully Hat thing to do, you know, Fort to lot a worn nn run oft with the old Colonol'a will. And n steady-going follow llko you, too! Now, If It had hcon I" I Btnyed to hear no moro. My han som was waiting, nnd my Jnrvlo eolved his liiBtructloiiB to hurry back to Euaton with tho cqutinlmlty of hla order. What did it matter If nil tho world hnd gono mad so long ns hla faro waa n good ono? My message wns booh dlopntchcd. nnd whilst I wnlted for tho nnswer I made my wny to tho rofreahmont room. Hut, notwithstanding my long fast, I waa too fovorcd nnd oxcltod to eat, nnd could only swallow a glass of wlno nnd break a biscuit. Then I hovorod impatiently nbout tho door of tho tolegrnph olllco, musing on tho complication which this unlucky nccl dent had brought Into tho wholo af fair. (To bo continued.) CARD-PLAYING STORIES. Thoy aiimt Hnvo llccn 'Turfrct I.mllra' In ThiiMi Diijd. Ono of tho moat notorious femalo gamblers of tho eighteenth century was Mlsa Pelhnm, tho daughter of the prlmo minister, says Templo Har. Sho not only ruined herself nt cards, but would havo beggared her sister Mary na well had not their friends lnter vonel nnd ItiBlstcd on tho staters sep arating. Hornco Wnlpolo glvca a piti ful account of "poor Miss Pelhnm sit ting up all night at the club without n womnn, loalng hundreds u night nnd hor temper nnd beating her head." Another writer saya thnt tho unhappy woninn often played with tho toars Btronnilng down hor cheeks. Uidy Mary Compton, nn old maiden lady, a contemporary of Mlsa Polham nnd, llko her. addicted to gambling, hnd tho same propensity to tears, When sho lost, we nro told, sho wept bitterly "not for the loss Itself," Hho waa ctire ful to explnln, "but for tho uuklndnosa of tho cards." Hoth ladles, when luck went nsaliiHt them, loat tholr tempera, na did mnuy others, nnd among thorn Mrs. Cllvo. The actress, nftor her re tirement from tho stage, lived nt Twickenham, In n cottngo lent hor by Hornco Wnlpolo. Tho place had then a reputation for qa'et card parties. In Montpeller row llred four aged diuuea, known In tho neighborhood na Manilla, Spndlllo, Haato and Plmto; terms drawn for tho game of quadrille They woro accustomed to aseeniblo every night nt each other's houses to piny cards. On tho II rat of tho month each In turn gavo n grand party. A relatlvo of ono of the Indies haa loft an ac count of ono of theso functions nt which ho was present. Mrs. Cllvo was ouo of the guesta and happened to have for her opponent an old lady with very white hair, who In tho courso of tho game displayed two black aces. Thoro upon Mrs. Cllvo (lew In n rugo and screamed: "Two black acea! Horo! tuko your money, though I wish In stead I could give you two black eyoa, you old white cat!" I CHAPTER VII. (Continued.) My hitherto matter-of-fact llfo had euddenly received Its "baptism" of mystery nnd romance; nnd with It nu other Initiation that supremo revela tion which comes but onco In n mon'a life, and having come, leaves Its mark upon It forever tho revelation of lovo. "Your message sir," aald tho tele graph clerk nt my elbow. I toro open tho yellow envelope, nnd road "Molton Junction No Gladstone bag loft horo, or Inquired for to-day." Then Miss Brnnscombo had not dla covercd hor mistake. Moroovcr, hor destination was aomo point beyond Molton, or sho would certainly havo had tlmo to detect tho change of bng- gngo. I sent n message to MI33 Elmsllo nt Forest Lea, announcing my return thnt night nnd requesting that If con venient a cnrrlngo might meet mo nt tho station, and then I propnred to get through ns beat I might the hours of suponsc which lay before mo. My heart beat faster ns tho ovonlng express nearod Molton Junction. I wns on tho plntform ulmost as soon n3 tho train stopped. Tho station was un usually qulot, nnd tho platform clear from ono end to tho other; thoro was no Blgn of tho slight, graceful flguro for which I sought cagorly. I did not givo up hope until tho last moment. After n hurried Inquiry nt the cloak room I lingered by tho carrlago door until tho train wae absolutely In mo tion, and then resumed my seat with n blank chill of disappointment. Miss Hranscombo was evidently not return ing to Forcat Lea thnt night. lno loss of tho will serious na such a loss would bo to me both personally anu professionally occupied no plnco in my mind na I traveled on toward Forest Len. I bollovo I had entirely forgotten tho lessor mlsfortuno In what seemed to mo the greater tho disap pearance of Mlsa Hranscombo from hor home. Thnt alio waa tho victim of some deeply laid plot on tho part of her coualn I never doubted; tho rec tor's procautlona hnd been taken too Into. Possibly had I spoken of last evening's dlscovery.MIsa Branscombo'a IN AN ARMCHAIR NEAR THE FIRE guardians would havo been on tho alert and thla eventug'a escapade would have been provontcd. A girl, Inexperienced, Innocent, confiding na, In splto of all. I could swear Nona wns might havo been drawn Into any stop, however extremo oven Into a hasty and secret marriage by tho fas cinating and clever spendthrift to whom sho had given her girlish nffec- tlon. bollevlng him to bo unjustly disinherited--In her own favor. Only a fow hours had elapsed alnco her flight, howover. Yns it too late to save her? Hardly. Thcro could bo no marrlago before the morning, If so soon. 1 wouui go ni onco 10 mo rec tor nnd give him tho duo I hold. It wns Just posslblo a dozen things woro possible. Tno cool night wind blowing upon my heated brow, as I sat onco more behind tho splendid chestnut, seemed to let light nnd air together In on the subject and to lift mo out of tho trough Into which I hnd sunk. Hope enmo to my heart. I waa Impatient to confer with the rector. No, It was certainly not too Into, I docldcd. Tho rectory was closo to tho gates of the Leu. I dlracted my Jehu to stop there first. "I havo to sco tho rector," I ex plained. "They havo not gono to bed. I see lights!" "Tho rector, sir?" said tho man, pulling up, however. "Mr. Heathcoto went to Howmero Just aa I started to fetch yon. Ho was sent for, nnd ho'll not bo back yet, even If ho comes to night. It's a good ten mllo to How mere." "Sent for!" then It was all right. I breathed a devout thanksgiving. Her guardian had followed Nona aho wns safe. Tho mnn's next words demolished this hope. "It's his mother, sir. From what I pp fffM--'l feAfff" can hear, she'a dying. Sho was n very old lady, nnd sho'a been bad this six months or more. Sho was took worse tonight." I groaned Inwardly. Then tho rec tor's help waB lost nt thla critical Junc ture. It waa a fatality; I must tell my story to Miss Elmslle, nnd that without a moment's losa of time. From her I might gain tho Information nec essary to put mo on tho track of tho misguided girl. Miss Elmslle met me nt the door of the llttlo morning room devoted to her use nnd Mlsa Hransconibo'a; thero was no sign of agitation or nnxlety In her mnnner nothing but cordiality nnd satisfaction at my appearance. "So good of you, Mr. Fort, to come back so soon!" alio exclaimed. "And how tired you must be nfter your two Journoya! I nm glad you woro able to return to 113 at once. Wo need your help moro than ever, for wo havo had another shock tonight. Tho poor dear rector hns boon called nway to I fear his mother's death bed. Ah, tho world Is full of sorrowful things! But como In, Mr. Fort" ns I stood rooted to tho threshold. "Como In to tho lire. What what Is tho matter?' What, indeed? No wonder that I stared with dropped Jaw nnd wonder- stricken eyes, for In nn arm chair by tho fire, which tho chilly evening ren dered comfortable, I beheld Nona Branscombc. , , CHAPTER VIII. Yes, It was Nona Branscombo In tho flesh, and not a spirit, ns In my first utter bewilderment I had half Imag ined. Sho W03 wrapped In n light fleecy shawl; hor face was palo as death, and her wholo nttltudo full of listless weariness. Sho looked llko one who had wept until sho could weep no more, and had given up tho strug gle with grief out of sheer exhaustion. I fancied that a faint wavo of color Btolo over tho palo cheeks as she held out her hand to me, but sho did not speak, and sank back again amongst her cushions. Mlas Elmslle pressed food nnd drink upon mo with kindly hospitality, nnd talked In her purling cheery way, I BEHELD NONA BRANSCOMBE.' whilst I listened and ate na In n. dream. "It has been a long day," Miss Elm lie said, "and thero has been so much to do. I made Nona keop her room un til dinner time, nnd then camo tho shock of tho rector's summons, Dear, dear to think that Mrs. Heath coto should follow tho dear Colonel eo soon!" Sho glanced at Nona, and changed the subject. "Had you a pleasant Journey, Mr. Fort?" "Yes," I answered, roudng mysolt with nn effort, "It was very pleasing up to a certain point. Then a llttlo ad venture befell me." I hin my eyes fixed upnn Miss Hranscombo as I spoke; there wns no chnngo in her nttltudo, no interest In her Btlll. wenry faco. "An ndventure?" oxclnlmed Mls3 Elmslle. "What was It?" I determined to mako a bold stroke. "I lost my bng," I replied, watch ing tho motionlcs3 figure In the arm chntr. "Lost your bag!" echoed Miss Elms lle. "Dear me I hope you found It ngnln." "No, I havo not found It up to this tlmo," I answered. "I bollovo It was exchnnged by a fellow passenger a lotly" still no sign from Nonn "who left her own In Its plnco." "Hut tho railway officials tho tho telegraph," said Mls3 Elmsllo.who was always confused nnd holplesa In emer gencies "thoy enn get It back for you. Havo you mndo Inquiries?" "Yes." I answered, steadily, "I havo made Inquiries, and" with emphasis "I think I havo trnccd tho lady." Mits Hranscombo lifted hor hand nt this momont nnd leaned her cheek upon It, shading hor faco from my view. My shot had told at last. "You have traced hor?" said Mlsa Elmslle. "Ah. then It will bo nil right!" "Yes, I hope '.: will bo all light," I echoed. "How very nwkward," said Mlsa Elmslle, "for tho lady as well as for you! Dear me, Mr. Fort, I hope you will soon get back your own property. Can wc send to the station in tho morning? Or Is thero now anything you wnnt for tonight. Austin can attend to it If you will nsk him." "Thnnk you," I replied, "the bagcon tanled nothing but pnpora." "Papers!" exclaimed Miss Elmslle. "Thon you must bo very anxious, Mr, Fort, Do lot us send or had you not better go yourself?" "Thank you," I responded; hava no doubt I shall recover ovorytulng in the morning." "How cool you nro!" said Mls3 Elms He. "I should bo In n fever." "I think I will go to bed now," said Mlsa Branscombo, rising languidly from her chnlr. "I will como up stalra with you," said Miss Elmslle, starting up nnd tak ing Nona's arm in her own. "I shall not say Eood-nlcht. Mr. Fort: vnn havn not finished your supper. Please don't hurry I am coming back." Mlsa Brnnscombo bowed nnd held out n limp, nerveless hnnd na I opened tho door for her exit. Sho shivered Just a little, too, and drew her shawl moro closely nbout her, but there wns nei ther guilt nor confusion only wearl nosa nnd sorrow In tho eyea which met mlno for an Instant. Thon tho two Indies crossed tho hall and mount ed tho wldo shallow stairs. Miss Elmsllo came down presently. "Poor child," sho said, "sho Is abso lutely worn out! Sho has cried tho wholo day. 1 hope she will sleep now; that is tho best restorer. She has had no sleep yet" My first glance on gaining my bed room was toward the Qladstono bag which stood besldo my portmanteau. Nona had probably taken tho opportu nity of making tho exchange quietly' in my ubsencc sho had shown her self n person of resources, nnd I had llttlo doubt that this would bo her lino of notion. It would Involve no explanation of awkwardness. I lifted tho bag almost with n smile tho ad venture Interested mo. Thero at the bottom waa still tho half-effaced label "Hotel gla, Venezla." Miss Brans combo then had In somo way failed to bo equal to tho occasion; possibly aho hnd been, na Miss Elmsllo expressed it, too "worn-out" to attempt tho transfer that night. I opened my portmanteau, and there amongst my own possessions lay tho large light gray dust cloak and tho yellow paper-covored volume left bo hind by my traveling companion; thero were tho penciled words, "Nona Branscombo" tnnglblo ovldcnco that tho dny'a ndventuro had been no Il lusion or caso of mistaken identltv. ns I was half tempted nt times to believe. I fell nsleep, after much troubled toss ing, anu ureamt of Nona Branscombo, at tho Colonel's funeral, wrnnneri In her gray dust cloak, and carrying in her hand my Gladstone bag, with "Venezla" In largo letters on It. (To bo continued.) INTERESTING ITEMS. Great Britain pays $90,000.0(10 nnnn. ally to America and tho English col onies for butter. Tho people who buy high-price butter want It aweet nnd fresh, and this is possible only when tho cows are eating snrlne trrn?s ,q It is not nlways spring in England it stands to reason that butter hns to bo brought from those nlacoa whom spring is. First tho Londoner geta hla nutter Trom west England, Normandy and Brittany. Then tho butter of northern Denmark follows and Austra lian butter cornea next English winter is Australian spring. In a recent lecture by Dr. Charles n. Dudley, chief chemist of a certain rail road, it is shown how the costs of tho distinctively llttlo things mount up in tho offices of a largo railway system. For Instance, ho shows that it co3ta tho railroad each year about $1,000 for pins, $5,000 for rubber banda, $5,000 for ink, $7,000 for lead pencils, etc. Tho fact that it costs nearly aa much for atatlonery with which to carry on tho buslneflB ns it does for iron, as Dr. Dud ley asserts, Is indeed startling. Somo roads havo realized tho extent of waste In such directions and havo, among other measures, ordorcd that a largo part of the communications between their various officials shall bo written oi pads of manila paper Instead of oa regular letter heads. Thero Is no ono from John O'nroat'a to Land's End, England, who bc3tows moro of his means to philanthropic causes than Lord Overtoun, to whom I1I3 father, James White, left a fortune, closely approaching $10,000,000. Seventy-odd years ago the father of Lord Overtoun nnd his brother John took possession of nn old aonp and soda worka near Rutherglen and converted It Into a factory for tho production of bichloride of potnah. It la related of tho founder of tho business that he was wont to stand Inside tho gate of hia works at night and If ho found any particles of chrome a chemical for which ho received 20 cents a pound in thoso days adhering to boots or clothes ho would stop tho man with tho remark: "Hey, man! gang back and daud your shin, Dlv yo no see yo're calrryin' awa' siller when ye calr ry crum on yer bltta?" John Camp bell White, tho present owner of tho chemical worka at Rutherglen, waa created first Haron Overtoun In 1893, taking tho tltlo from hla e8tato In Dumbartonshire. Ho waa born In 1843 and wa8 educated at Glasgow uni versity. Ho la certainly ono of the busiest men In tho country, and besides being a deputy lieutenant nnd convener for Dumbartonshire, Is pre'sidont of in numerable religious and phllanthroplo societies.