Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1881-01-13

{ II see IL all now. Dut we will Danish
it. Stay, though-what became of the
scapegrace, GeorgeP"
He shot himself two months after
grandmamma's death-he never came
to the manor afterward- -and / fancy il
must have been grief and remorse that
made him put an end to his life. Isn't
it dreadfulp''
Dreadful indeedl Your father seems
to have been your grandfather's only
| good and flial child"
g Yes-he and Aunt Alice, who died
eight or nine years ago. She never
married, you know-but she would moi
live with us. She said that she was
sure the Manor House had lost all 90 ID
luck, and she could not live in it to see
its ruin"
"Ahrr said Henry, rising from his
seat and shaking his head. Janet,
dear, you have quite given me the hor.
rorsl Now, for a change, let US take q
walk round the gallery. and you shall
tell whose are all these venerable por-
traits.n
They sauntered slowly along, Janet
pointing out each ancestor as they passed
the portraits, her lover making his COM
ments upon it.
! Janet, can trace likeness in this
face to yours, he said. as they stood OPP
posite the fair young girl with the pow
dered hair and laced bodice. You have
her eyes and smile.n
Do you think SOP All, no. she is SO
prettyp
"And pray what are your" was the
retort.
"She is my great-aunt, Lady Leigh, F"
said Janet, without answering him.
She died very young, believe"
And who is this ferocious old gen.
tlemanp" asked Henry, looking at a
very grim painting in suit of armor
with drawn sword in hand. He looks
savage enough to swallow the whole lot
of his relations, janet"
Doesn't hep That's Sir Marmaduke
Warden; he was quite as ferocious as he
looks, i believe. Nurse Grantly used
to tell me a dreadful story about him.
His only daughter was very beautiful,
and she wished to marry a gentleman
for whose family Sir Marmaduke had q
great hatred. Well, this gentleman
persuaded Sybil Warien to run away
with him. As she was descending from
the window of her room by a ladder, her
father was in the west parlor and heard
her lovers voice. He rushed out with
his pistols, and, oh, Henry! in fury he
raised his arm and fired. Sybil received
the shot in her side.n
"Old wretch!n exclaimed Henry
Wood, Indignantly. "If / had been
SybiPs lover, would have"
And, without completing the sentence,
the young man struck the hilt of the
heavy, siIver-mounted whip he had in
his hand upon the armed breast of the
knight.
The blow was scarcely struck when
the picture swayed, Henry having barely
time to spring aside and drag Janet with
him as it fell, with q frightful crash,
amid dense clouds of dust.
Heavens!n cried Mr.. Wood, as the
echoes died away, and Janet still clung
TO his arm. " What noise and smotherl
Pah! I am half choked. My dear Janet,
don't tremble so. There is no harm
DONE"
"Oh, Henry! Look!" cried Janet. as
the cloud of dust gradually cleared
away. 8 There is a door behind the
picture! What can it bep"
There was, indeed, small door, with
an old-fashioned handle, which had
been completely con ncealed by the fallen
portrait.
Henry sprang forward and endeavored
to open it.
s'Janet, this is the entrance to some
secret passage, no doubt. How the door
sticks ? Ha! at last"
With vigorous tug he pulled it open,
and they both peered eagerly into low,
dark passage.
81 will 60 and explore" said Henry.
Do not come, Janet, lest you
"Oh, | must come. too, Henry. Do
let me.h
Who could resist her pretty pleading
face ? Certainly not Henry; so the two
entered the passage, STOPPING lest they
should strike their heads, Henry going
first, with Janet holding his hand.
Suddenly he stumbled, and STOPPING
down. cried:
Here's box, or something, Janet;
let US 60 back o the light and see what
it is
Back they went. and found that the
box was evidently an old desk or a
dressing-case; it had been once very
handsome, and was locked.
By Jove u cried Harry, excitedly,
this is an adventure. / must break
the lock, JANET
He raised his heavy whip, and with
one blow shattered the lock. The lid
sprang open, and Janet uttered cry.
Oh, Henry Henry this must
be poor grandmamma's lost dressing
case.'
Old-fashioned bracelets. heavy gold
chains, sgold-jeweled diamond earrings
and brooches lay before the astonished
eyes Of the lovers, and Janet half
laughed, half cried, as she said:
Henry, this is a fortune; these Jew
els must be valuablen
Yes" replied Henry Wood. 81
think your father had better know OF
our discovery. On the whole, / fancy
that blow OF mine did some good to the
old knight. At all events be returned
good for evil by falling at our feet in that
kind manner, and revealing to us such
hidden treasures
Janet few away to her fathers study.
and, having greatly disturbed him by d
very lncoherent tale, dragged the be-
wi!dered Mr.. Warden off to the old
gallery.
There, father, dear!'' she cried, as be
stood gazing in amazement at the
Jewelry scattered on the floor. 1--WE
have found your fortune .
/ Mr.. w War0en smiled family.
Not mine, my dear. These Jewels
would all have been yours, expect, and
your mothers before you. How came
! they therep"
Don't you think grandmamma may
have hidden themP" said Janet.
An, well, yes; expect she did
Poor motheri What made her 3mmi
SO strange an actp Yes, tf.is was favor.
lte bracelet of hers, / remember. Ah