The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-01-06

was III the numOr OF getting little out
side the limits of the law In his rascallty.
But the stakes were high, and, like the
master of The Cedars, Evans thought
that the risk need not be very great.
The suit might be lost after all; but
then it would be very difficult to fix
the crime upon him or his client.
A Cashel would be participator with
him. Was 1t likely that the new claim
ant, If successful, would attempt to
initiate criminal proceedings against
the master Of The CedarsY A Cashel
try to make Cashel felon Certainly
not.
These were the thoughts of Mr. Arthur
Evans, as he galloped rapidly toward
Farmount after having left The Ce-
dars.
" But Mr.. Lionel Cashel must pay
something in advance" he muttered
ga good round sum. Under the circum-
stances, Herbert Cashel's will is worth
good many thousand dollars. L do
not doubt, either, but that Cashel has
plenty of gold concealed about that old
stone mansion. He must pay"
Then Evans chuckled as he thought
of the influence he would WELD over
the master of The Cedars in the future
But if Mr.. Arthur could have known
the thoughts of the man whose tool
he was to be, he would not have been SO
jubilant.
Fool !" muttered the master of The
Cedars, after he was left alone. 81 can
read him he thinks he will have me
in his power when he has accomplished
what ask. Let him not presume; let
him beware. He cannot attempt to
rule me, and live. If he will be satisfied
with reasonable reward for his ser
vices, good; if not,-ah! after death
the secrets of this life are not spok-
en-"
The night came. The master of The
Cedars ordered the lamps lighted in the
library, and then closing the doors
locked them. Frequently he did this,
but on this evening he had better
reason than usual for doing so; he wish
ed to be entirely alone to think and
plot. The schemes that were to secure
The Cedars to him forever must be cum
ningly devised There was danger.
Snares might trip his feet, aud, falling,
he might lose ALL All of his and Evans
plans must fit together, or the result
would be disastrous, fatal. 1t would be
bold stroke, this scheme of the forged
will.
The thought made him grow pale;
then he muttered,-
=" Bah am / a child? This is not the
first time have run risks. When have
1 failed in my plans Never. L will
let the past be token of my success in
the future"
His mutterings ceased for awhile; but
presently he added something similar to
portion of Evans thoughts.
Besides, If she is true Cashel, she
will never attempt to bring disgrace
upon the name. She can never dream
-
The man stopped his mutterings,
thoughts seemed to frighteen him. 1t
could not be that a mere idea of the
peril of his undertaking was causing
him to grow white; he had considered
that before. What was it, then He
had been muttering the name of Cashel,
drawing the inference that one of that
name would not wish to bring shame
upon 1t. Do men start and tremble
generally ut the mere mention of their
own names
The master of The Cedars rose to his
feet, and paced the library. Directly,
however, he went to quantity carved
writing-d desk, and sat down by 1t; he
opened drawer, and idly turned over
the papers within.
That old desk had been the property
of Herbert Cashel. Doubtless he had
brought it from across the sea. 1t was
a piece of rare workmanship, carved in
peculiar design.
The master of The Cedars examined
drawer after drawer in a sort of mechsn-
ical, uninterested manner. All the
papers that they contained were familiar
to him, and he ran over them abstract
edly and listlessly. At length he came
to drawer that he had always consid-
cred the most secret of all. He opened
1t, but when he tried to close 1t some
papers caught between 1t and the carved
work Of the drawer.