Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1885-11-21

SO much money in all your life before, Matts'
She shook her head, but her eyes were still
fixed upon the gold.
81 sec, Observed Brinkley, dippantly, ''the
sight of that gold fascinates you. Well 50
it did me at first, but you see what use does.
I can regard it now with comparative calm
ness However, have q particular wish to
accustom you to the sight of wealth; there
fore shall bring you here and show you
this now and again. Come, Matt, tell me
what YOU would do If you were very rich, If
all this fiotsam and jetsam belonged to YOU
Without the slightest hesitation Matt re-
piled:
II should give it to you-leastways half
Of it,
"Ah, the reply is characteristic, and
clearly shows you are not at present fitted to
become the possessor of riches. But l shall
bring you to the proper state of mind in
time, no doubt The next time ask you
similar question you will propose to give me
a third, the next an eighth, and SO on, until
you will finally come to proper state OF
mind, and decline to give me any at all
And now that have made you the sharer of
my secret we will 60"
They left the cave once more and made
their way back across the sandhills, Brintley
pausing to obliterate their footprints as they
went When they had proceeded some dis
lance he PAUSED, aid took the girls hand.
'-Good-by, Matt" said he. If il wasn't
for that promised smashing l should GER
tainly see YOU home"
Then do, returned Matt. 81 don't care
if he does sl.lash meI'
Probably net, but do. 1t would be an
episode in your career which it would not be
pleasant TO reflect upon-therefore, good-by,
Maitland God bless you, my grill"
He gave her a fatherly salute upon the
forehead a bright flush overspread her cheeli
as she bounded away. Brinkley watched her
until she was out of sight, then he turned and
and strolled quietly on in the direction of the
caravan.
''It's strange game" he said, land re-
quires careful waiting. wonder what my
next move ought to bes'
He thought very deeply, but when he
reached the caravan he found he had come to
10 definite conclusion as to his plans. He
therefore partook cheerfuily of the repast
which Tin had prepared for him, and after
he had smoked a couple of pipes in the open
air he retired to rest.
The next morning he began bordering
again.
Il have got my trump card" he said to
himself; ''but how to play up to its have
splendid hand, but it viii want skil,ful man.
aging if 1 am to win the game One false
move would do for me- for my opponents are
crafty es foxes, and they are two against one
What is my right move, Iwonders l wish
some good fay would guide me!'
He took out his pipe, which was his usual
consider, ard sElol.ed while he took a few
turns on the greersward outside the Caravan.
Suddenly an idea struck him.
II think I'll pay domiciliary visit to Mr..
Monk" he said. II can meet HIN now ON
pretty equal terms. If l hint few things to
him, the amiable gentleman may think OF be
coming just
He called up Tim, and sent him on some
trivial errand down to the village. As sooa
as he was well out of the way Brinkley en-
tered the caravan, produced some papers
from the inner pocket of his coat, and locked
them up securely in his trunk.
$50 far so good" he said. "My amiable
friend may not be in an amiable mood, and I
don't wish him to get any advantage Of mel"
He did not even take with him the key Of
the box, but having attached to it small
piece of paper, on which were some written
instructions, he hid it in the caravan and
started OBJ upon his journey.
- 1t was a dark, gloomy morning, giving
very promise of coming storms. AS he
passed through the wood which surrounded
Monkshurst House the wind whistled softly
among the trees, making a moan like the
sound of human voices.
"a gloomy place." said Brinkley; "a fit
residence for such as he. Any dark deed
might be committed here, and who would
knowi'
The path which he followed was neg
lected carriage drive, strewed with stones,
overgrown with weeds and bor6ered on
either side by the thick trees of the forest.
Presently the trees parted and he came in
view of the house.
A large, gloomy-looking building, as
neglected as the woodland in the centre of
which it stood. 1t seemed as if only part
of it was inhabited, and the large garden at
its back was unprotected by any wall, and
full Of overgrown fruit trees.
The door was opened by a grim, elderly
woman He inquired for Mr.. Monk, and
was informed that he was at home The
next minute he was standing in lonely
library, where the owner of the house was
busy writing. Monk rose and the tw o stood
face to face