CROSS PURPOSES 316 XXXIV. A SLIGHT COMPLICATION 322 XXXV. "THOU SHALT NOT SERVE TWO MASTERS" SET AT NAUGHT 332 XXXVI. MR. LORD'S LETTER 337 XXXVII. "I HAVE COME BACK TO MY OWN!" 341 XXXVIII. CORA UNDER ORDERS 356 XXXIX. MYSTIFIED PEOPLE 367 XL. DAVLIN'S "POINTS." 378 XLI. THE DAYS PASS BY 385 XLII. A STRUGGLE FOR FREEDOM 389 XLIII. THE DOCTOR'S WOOING 397 XLIV. A FRESH COMPLICATION 403 XLV. MRS. RALSTON'S STORY 409 XLVI. CORA "STIRS UP THE ANIMALS." 416 XLVII. THE BEGINNING OF THE END 423 XLVIII. THE SWORD OF FATE 427 XLIX. AS THE FOOL DIETH 442 L. "AND THEN COMES REST." 447 [Illustration: "Lucian Davlin was among the arrivals, and at the end of the depot platform stood the dainty phaeton of Mrs. John Arthur."--page 229.] MADELINE PAYNE, THE DETECTIVE'S DAUGHTER. CHAPTER I. MAN PROPOSES. "H'm! And you scarcely remember your mother, I suppose?" "No, Lucian; I was such a mere babe when she died, I have often wondered what it would be like to have a mother. Auntie Hagar was always very kind to me, however; so kind, in fact, that my step-father, fearing, he said, that I would grow up self-willed and disobedient, sent her away, and procured the services of the ugly old woman you saw in the garden. Poor Auntie Hagar," sighed the girl, "she was sorely grieved at our parting and, that she might be near me, bought the little cottage in the field yonder." "Oh!" ejaculated the man, more as if he felt that he was expected to say something, than as if really interested in the subject under discussion. "Ah--er--was--a--was the old lady a property holder, then? Most discharged servants go up and down on the earth, seeking what they may devour--in another situation." "That is the strangest part of the affair, Lucian; she had money. Where it came from, I never could guess, nor would she ever give me any information on the subject. It was a legacy--that was all I was to know, it seemed. "I remember," she continued, musingly, "how very much astonished I was to receive, from my step-father, a lecture on this head. He took the ground that my childish curiosity was unpardonably rude, and angrily forbade me to ask further questions. And I am sure that since that one instance of wonderful regard for the feelings of Aunt Hagar, he has not deigned to consider the comfort and happiness of any, save and always himself."