The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-01-27

uncle, Herbert Cashel, in that will, be-
queaths all his possessions to my father
and his heirs"
Barbara felt ready to faint. If this
were true, she would never be mistress
of The Cedars, could never claim the
home of her dead father. BY q strong
effort, however, she kept herself calm.
AS the master of The Cedars rode
home, after his departure from the De
We're residence, he felt jubilant.
Ha, hal" he laughed to himself,
"she heard of that suit, and of course
wanted nothing to do with a man who
would probably be impoverished. But
this true announcement of mine will
affect her so that shall win her yet.
Yes, shall win her yet; for she will
realize that there can be no possibil-
ity of doubt of her being mistress of
The Cedars."
Meanwhile, poor Barbara was in her
room, finding relief in tears.
{" Oh that could forget and never
know him more /" she sobbed "never
look upon his face again L believe that
for that could relinquish all chance of
ever possessing my dear dead papa's
home gladly"
The master of The Cedars had called
his strange fears absurd had declared to
himself that they were without founda-
tion; yet it was not quite possible for
him to drive away all doubts. But he
decided that if the thing which might be
heralded by that night Of alarms should
come to pass, he would pursue o bold
course; course he believed would
win.
Yes, bold course as bold as some of
the schemes of his past life
A few weeks passed.
During that time no ghostly shape,
nor real presence that could terrify,
came to disturb the master of The Ce-
dars.
At the twilight of September even
ing he was in the library,-that apart
ment where he spent most of his waking
hours. A fire was blazing in an open
CRATE, casting its ruddy glow upon the
walls and furniture. The lamps were
not yet lighted. Out-ofdoors it was
very unpleasant. A damp, chilling
mist was falling, gathering in heavy
drops upon the foliage of the trees, and
d. l.
the near approach of night the sky had
been of dull, leaden color; but as night
settled down the heavens grew black
rapidly.
The master of The Cedars sat by a
table, partially in the shadow; but oc-
casionally when he would turn his head,
the freight showed his face plainly.
He was looking well. Latterly he had
been in high spirits for all of his plans
seemed prospering. Why should he
not look well and be in good spirits 2
Was he not sure of winning in the great
suit of Cashel Oersits Cashelp
Then The Cedars should have a mis-
tress
SAINT came in to light the lamps. He
did so, and the bright light made the
library seem very cheerful in contrast
to the lowering gloom without. Sud-
denly the door-bell rang.
"Answer that ring, Sant," command
ed the master of The Cedars.
SAINT obeyed. He soon returned.
A man out dar: says him wants to
see you bout important business, Massa
Cashel," he announced.
"Where is his card ?'
He didn't glib me no card, Massa
Cashel."
Did he tell you his name ?"
No, sah.''
"Some vagabond, suppose" said the
master of The Cedars. 81 don't want
any thieves here over night; tell him to
be off,"
"He looks kind OBJ genteel." said
SAINT.
why does he not state his bust
ness ?" grumbled the master.
He considered for moment, and then
evidently changed his mind.
"Show him in," he said to SAINT
crustily.
But SAINTS services were not neces-