Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-01-01

with her. Possibly the e10.O00 would have proved sufficient inducement to him with out the love, but the love was none the less there. Their relations, however had never been happy ones. She had detested him from the first, and had not spared to say SO. No man with any refinement-and whatever he lacked Nr. Quest had refinement-could bear to be thus continually repulsed by 6 woman, and so it came to pass that their re- lations had always been of the most strained nature Then when she at last had obtained the clew to the secret of his life, under threat of exposure she drove her bargain, of which the terms were complete separation in all but outward form, and virtual freedom of action for herself. This, considering the position, she was perhaps justified in doing, but her husband never forgave her for it. More than that, he determined, if by any means it were possible, to turn the passion which, although she did not know it, he was perfectly aware she bore toward his business superior. Edward Cossey, to Q refined in- strument of vengeance against her, with what success 1t will be one of the purposes of this history to show.
 Such were, put as briefly as possible. the outlines of the character and aims of this re- markable and contradictory man, whose his tory, had he but possessed sense of honor. might probably have been painted in very different colors.
 Within an hour and half of leaving his own house, The Oaks, as it was called, al- though the trees from which it had been so named had long since vanished from the garden, Mir. Quest was bowling swiftly be- hind Edward Cossey's powerful bay horse to- ward the towering gateway of Honham cas- tie. When he was within 800 yards he pulled the horse up sharply, for he was a n in ha I<-~ . paused to admire the view.
 What beautiful placeI" he reflected to himself with enthusiasm, land how grandly those old towers stand out against the sky. The squire has restored them very we'll, too. there is no doubt about it; could not have done 1t better myself. I wonder if that place will ever be mine Things look black now, but they may come round and think anu beginning to see my way"
 And then he started the horse on again, slowly retiecting on the unpleasant nature of the business before him. Personally, be both liked and respected the old squire, and he certainly pitied him, though he would no more have dreamed of allowing his liking and pity to interfere with the prosecution of his schemes than an ardent sportsman would dream of not shooting pheasants because he had happened to take friendly interest in their nurture. He had also a certain gentleman like distaste to being the bearer of crushing bad news, for Mr. Quest disliked scenes, possibly because he had such an intimate personal acquaint- ance with them. While he was still wonder- ing how he might best deal with the matter he passed over the moat and through the an- cient gateway which he admired so fer vently, and found himself in front of the hall door. Here he pulled up, looking about fn1 Snr,,nh nhpl tn tal-n denly the squire himself emerged upon h1na with a rush, his pen in his hand for he had been writing letters) and his white bair way ing on the breeze.
 "Halloo, Quest, is that youf' he shouted, as though his visitor had been fifty yards off instead of five. II have been looking out for you. Here, William! William!, (cres- cendo), "Williamr' fortissimo) .Where OH earth is that boyl l expect that idle fellow, George, has been sending him on some of his errands, instead of attending 10 them himself. Whenever he is wanted to take a horse he is nowhere to be found, and then 1t is Please, sir, Mr. George-that's what he calls Please, sir, MT. George sent me up to the Moat Farm or somewhere, to see how many eggs the hen laid last week ! or something of that sort That's very nice horse you have got there, by the way; very nice, indeed"
 Ut is not my horse, MT. de h Molle," said the lawyer, with faint smile; lit is MT, Edward Cossey's."
 ':Oh! it's Mir. Edward Cossey's, is itg' answered the old gentleman, with a sudden change of voice. "Ah, Mir. Edward Cossey's, We'll, it's very good horse anyhow, and suppose that MT. Cossey can afford to buy good horses"
 Just then faint cry of 'Coming sir, com ing" was heard, and long hobble-de-hoy kind of q youth, whose business it was to emerged in a great heat round the corner of the house.
 "Now, where on earth have you beena' began the squire, ill @ stentorian tone.
 ''1f you please, sir, MT. George'-
 "There, what did tell youg' broke in the squire. Have not told you time after time that you are to mind your own business, and leave MT. George to mind hisa Now take that horse round to the stables, and see that it is properly fed
 "Come in, Quest, come ill. We have a quarter of an hour before luncheon, and can get our business over," and be led the way through the passage into tho tapestried and paneled vestibule, where he took up his stand before the empty fireplace,
 MT. Quest followed him, stopping ostensi- ny VI PoA eAN'oldi1y LII SUlC or armor which hung upon tho wall, but really to gain another moment for reflection.
 IA beautiful suit of the early Stuart De- riod, MT. de la Molle," be said; II never saw a better"
 "Yes, yes; that belonged to old Sir James, the one whom the RouudheaGS shot"
 "Whatl the Sir James who hid the treas urea"
 "Yes. was telling that story to our new neighbor, Col. Quarltch, last night-a very nice fellow, by the way; you should go and call upon him"
 'I wonder what he did with its' said MT. Quest
 "Ah, so do l, and so will many another, I dare say. l wish that l could find it, I'm sure. It's wanted badly enough nowadays. But that reminds me, Quest. You will have gathered my difficulty from my note and what George told you. You see this man Janter has, thanks to that confounded fellow, Maj Boston, and his action about those col lege lands, thrown up the Moat farm, and George tells me that there is not another ten- ant to be had for love or money. In fact you know what it is, one can't get tenants nowadays; they simply are not to be had. vVa1l nd $haco cs,. oA