The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1888-06-22
CHAPTER xXxIn.

line emu OF this lie drama IS drawing to
a close. Those who commit great crimes
must expect to meet the full need of retrlb-
utiye justice.
fallen a victim to his inortlinate love of
money and whisky.
Had he been content to have led an hon.
orable and useful life. he would, by reason
of his great talents, have been an ornament
to society. As it was, he died miserable
wretched death.
His accomp ice, John Derwent alas
Buckley, who had been arrested for the
murder of Edward Reardon, was tried
condemned, and suffered on the scaffold
Even Sir Landy Lindsey had gone to
that bourne whence there is no returning
though his death had been sudden and
painless one.
Several months elapsed since the forego-
ing, and many changes had taken place.
DIR. Brinsley was away in Australia, Ada
Wentworth slept peacefully in her narrow
grave near her loved Hazelwood, having
survived but few mouths after Will had
taken her home; and Hazelwood itself was
lonely and desolate.
One morning Will received letter from
Miss Bentley. with request that he should
give her design for a new chapel to be
erected TO the memory of her dead niece.
He went sadly to work, finished the de-
sign and forwarded it.
Twelve months more passed by; and Will,
remembering that he had buried certain
manuscript amidst the ruins Of Elmsford
Priory, resolved to journey to Perthard.
1t was a glorious morning when he ar
rived, and if Hardwood and Hazelwood's
surroundings had worn their worst looks on
the occasion of his first visit. they had GER
tainly dressed themselves right gayly on the
occasion of his last.
He passed through Perthard stop
ping until he was within thirty yards of
considerable gap in the high hedge on his
right through which he knew an uninter-
rupted view of the Priory could be had.
part of it should have fallen or been al
tered, he said. I wonder if it is exactly
as it was when was here last"
Eager to satisfy himself on this point he
looked through the opening. and started
back amazed.
Not yestige of the ruins, nor an atom of
the farmhouse which had been united to
them, were to be seen.
The decayed old building known as the
"Priory" had entirely disappeared. and in
its place was small, well-proportioned
chapel.
Will gazed at it from the gap intently,
and tears came into his eyes as he noticed
that in the most minute particular the little
chapel was identical with his design.
81 am heartily glad / came" he said, as
he left the gap and walked on. 81 am glad
that something that sprung from my mind
will watch over her dwelling place and
poor Ada-poor Ada! Did she build it to
the dead girl, wonder? Yes, Yet can
not understand her fixing my work on
spot which she must SO often pass. The
church must remind her of me sometimes,
and reminding her of me, of her troubles
and miseries. Stay! Perhaps fiatter my
self when | imagine she thinks of me; per-
haps sho has completely forgotten me, or is
perfectly Indifferent to ali that concern
me. would rather have her hate than her
indifference, / think.
On he walked, with his thoughts upon the
chapel. There was to him exquis tely
mournful poetry in the fact that it had been
designed by hin. aud built on the spot in
Hazelwood from which her house n d no
other habitation was visible--upon tho spot
where his love had been born d buried
He suddenly quickened his pace as a dis
tressing thought occurred to him.
Was it not probable that during the erec-
ton of the chapel his little manuscript had
been discovered?
Pale and nervous. he assembled the chaky
eminence upon which the Priory ruins had
been.
One glance at the new building was tuf-
fcient to see that his manuscript hld either
been dislnterred or was lost to him forever;
for if it still remained in theearth, the walls
of the chapel encompassed it
Unwilling to disturb the mournful poetry
of his thoughts by noise, and to break the
extreme stiffness that even and then. more
than ever hung about the place. he walked
slowly and noiselessly around the church.
until he came to the door.
The door was open.s
He took oil his hat and stepped into tho
sacred edifice, but while his hand yet rested
on the door, white his feet were about 10
take second step, it seemed as though
some unseen power had deprived him Of
life and turned him to stone.
There was a lasiy in the chapel. dressed
from head to foot in bsaes She sat on 4
high hassock and was reading.
Hearing the Sigh. noise which VIII had