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ear the water。〃
As he said this； he made his legs bare to the knee； and waded through the oozing mud towards the tree。
The moment Raicharan had gone； his little Master went off at racing speed to the forbidden water。 The baby saw the river rushing by； splashing and gurgling as it went。 It seemed as though the disobedient wavelets themselves were running away from some greater Raicharan with the laughter of a thousand children。 At the sight of their mischief； the heart of the human child grew excited and restless。 He got down stealthily from the go…cart and toddled off towards the river。 On his way he picked up a small stick； and leant over the bank of the stream pretending to fish。 The mischievous fairies of the river with their mysterious voices seemed inviting him into their play…house。
Raicharan had plucked a handful of flowers from the tree； and was carrying them back in the end of his cloth； with his face wreathed in smiles。 But when he reached the go…cart； there was no one there。 He looked on all sides and there was no one there。 He looked back at the cart and there was no one there。
In that first terrible moment his blood froze within him。 Before his eyes the whole universe swam round like a dark mist。 From the depth of his broken heart he gave one piercing cry； 〃Master； Master； little Master。〃
But no voice answered 〃Chan…na。〃 No child laughed mischievously back； no scream of baby delight welcomed his return。 Only the river ran on； with its splashing； gurgling noise as before；as though it knew nothing at all； and had no time to attend to such a tiny human event as the death of a child。
As the evening passed by Raicharan's mistress became very anxious。 She sent men out on all sides to search。 They went with lanterns in their hands； and reached at last the banks of the Padma。 There they found Raicharan rushing up and down the fields； like a stormy wind； shouting the cry of despair： 〃Master； Master； little Master！〃
When they got Raicharan home at last； he fell prostrate at his mistress's feet。 They shook him； and questioned him； and asked him repeatedly where he had left the child； but all he could say was； that he knew nothing。
Though every one held the opinion that the Padma had swallowed the child； there was a lurking doubt left in the mind。 For a band of gipsies had been noticed outside the village that afternoon； and some suspicion rested on them。 The mother went so far in her wild grief as to think it possible that Raicharan himself had stolen the child。 She called him aside with piteous entreaty and said： 〃Raicharan； give me back my baby。 Oh ！ give me back my child。 Take from me any money you ask； but give me back my child！〃
Raicharan only beat his forehead in reply。 His mistress ordered him out of the house。
Artukul tried to reason his wife out of this wholly unjust suspicion： 〃Why on earth；〃 he said； 〃should he commit such a crime as that？〃
The mother only replied： 〃The baby had gold ornaments on his body。 Who knows？〃
It was impossible to reason with her after that。
II
Raicharan went back to his own village。 Up to this time he had had no son； and there was no hope that any child would now be born to him。 But it came about before the end of a year that his wife gave birth to a son and died。
All overwhelming resentment at first grew up in Raicharan's heart at the sight of this new baby。 At the back of his mind was resentful suspicion that it had come as a usurper in place of the little Master。 He also thought it would be a grave offence to be happy with a son of his own after what had happened to his master's little child。 Indeed； if it had not been for a widowed sister； who mothered the new baby； it would not have lived long。
But a change gradually came over Raicharan's mind。 A wonderful thing happened。 This new baby in turn began to crawl about； and cross the doorway with mischief in its face。 It also showed an amusing cleverness in making its escape to safety。 Its voice； its sounds of laughter and tears； its gestures； were those of the little Master。 On some days； when Raicharan listened to its crying； his heart suddenly began thumping wildly against his ribs； and it seemed to him that his former little Master was crying somewhere in the unknown land of death because he had lost his Chan…na。
Phailna （for that was the name Raicharan's sister gave to the new baby） soon began to talk。 It learnt to say Ba…ba and Ma…ma with a baby accent。 When Raicharan heard those familiar sounds the mystery suddenly became clear。 The little Master could not cast off the spell of his Chan…na； and therefore he had been reborn in his own house。
The arguments in favour of this were； to Raicharan； altogether beyond dispute：
（i。） The new baby was born soon after his little master's death。
（ii。） His wife could never have accumulated such merit as to give birth to a son in middle age。
（iii。） The new baby walked with a toddle and called out Ba…ba and Ma… ma。 There was no sign lacking which marked out the future judge。
Then suddenly Raicharan remembered that terrible accusation of the mother。 〃Ah；〃 he said to himself with amazement； 〃the mother's heart was right。 She knew I had stolen her child。〃 When once he had come to this conclusion； he was filled with remorse for his past neglect。 He now gave himself over； body and soul； to the new baby； and became its devoted attendant。 He began to bring it up； as if it were the son of a rich man。 He bought a go…cart； a yellow satin waistcoat； and a gold… embroidered cap。 He melted down the ornaments of his dead wife； and made gold bangles and anklets。 He refused to let the little child play with any one of the neighbourhood； and became himself its sole companion day and night。 As the baby grew up to boyhood； he was so petted and spoilt and clad in such finery that the village children would call him 〃Your Lordship；〃 and jeer at him； and older people regarded Raicharan as unaccountably crazy about the child。
At last the time came for the boy to go to school。 Raicharan sold his small piece of land； and went to Calcutta。 There he got employment with great difficulty as a servant； and sent Phailna to school。 He spared no pains to give him the best education； the best clothes； the best food。 Meanwhile he lived himself on a mere handful of rice； and would say in secret： 〃Ah！ my little Master； my dear little Master； you loved me so much that you came back to my house。 You shall never suffer from any neglect of mine。〃
Twelve years passed away in this manner。 The boy was able to read and write well。 He was bright and healthy and good…looking。 He paid a great deal of attention to his personal appearance； and was specially careful in parting his hair。 He was inclined to extravagance and finery； and spent money freely。 He could never quite look on Raicharan as a father； because； though fatherly in affection； he had the manner of a servant。 A further fault was this； that Raicharan kept secret from every one that himself was the father of the child。
The students of the hostel； where Phailna was a boarder； were greatly amused by Raicharan's country manners； and I have to confess that behind his father's back Phailna joined in their fun。 But； in the bottom of their hearts； all the students loved the innocent and tender…hearted old man； and Phailna was very fond of him also。 But； as I have said before； he loved him with a kind of condescension。
Raicharan grew older and older； and his employer was continually finding fault with him for his incompetent work。 He had been starving himself for the boy's sake。 So he had grown physically weak； and no longer up to his work。 He would forget things； and his mind became dull and stupid。 But his employer expected a full servant's work out of him； and would not brook excuses。 The money that Raicharan had brought with him from the sale of his land was exhausted。 The boy was continually grumbling about his clothes； and asking for more money。
Raicharan made up his mind。 He gave up the situation where he was working as a servant； and left some money with Phailna and said： 〃I have some business to do at home in my village； and shall be back soon。〃
He went off at once to Baraset where Anukul was magistrate。 Anukul's wife was still broken down with grief。 She had had no other child。
One day Anukul was resting after a long and weary day in court。 His wife was buying； at an exorbitant price； a herb from a mendicant quack； which was said to ensure the birth of a child。 A voice of greeting was heard in the courtyard。 Anukul went out to see who was there。 It was Raicharan。 Anukul's heart was softened when he saw his old servant。 He asked him many questions； and offered to take him back into service。
Raicharan smiled faintly； and said in reply； 〃I want to make obeisance to my mistress。〃
Anukul went with Raicharan into the house； where the mistress did not receive him as warmly as his old master。 Raicharan took no notice of this； but folded his hands； and said： 〃It was not the Padma that stole your baby。 It was I。〃
Anukul exclaimed： 〃Great God！ Eh！ What！ Where is he ？ 〃Raicharan replied： 〃He is with me； I will bring him th