Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-09-30

vinced, why, @ man can always find the means of controlling his wifo's actions, if not her thoughts. Let Lyman live the week out, let Carol in her spirit of sacrifice be- come his, and the sooner death brooded his black wings over that unhappy house, tho better for the plot which was forming in that subtle brain.
 CHAPTER XIV.
 WHAT THE PORTER SAW.
 "rd ought to o' known that suthin' was goin' to happen. had a warnin', but was so sot up in my own conceit that wouldn't take it. tell you, MT. Norris, tain't for nothin' that ghost comes back to ha'nt the places what it knew in life, specially if that place warn't likely to raise comfortable feelin's, and no one can tell me as Edson would enjoy these here premises even in Q spiritooal sense"
 "Edsonp Norris looked up quickly from his work. "What arc you talking about, Bijahl''
 Bijah was the porter of the establishment, and he was waiting for the new clerk to get through with his business and go home, as the others had done 0 good hour before. Bijah cast nervous glance over his shoulder, and his voice dropped to some thing approaching cadence of awe as he made reply:
 "You'u hardly b'lieve what tell you, Mir. Norris, but it's the hvin' truth that saw Edson that night, in tho old room there to the right of you, as plain as see you now. was goin' about, lockin' up as usual, and as came in from the countin' room the door there stood open, and saw Edson in the loohn'-glass over the dressin' table, just as used to see him, dozens of times, as Iwent on my round. was all struck of aheap, and stood starin' at him and him at me for nigh onto minute. It was Edson, and 1t want him, but tho diff'rence was just what you'd look for in a ghost wasted and yaAer and worn, the spookiest leokin' crittefLa and while looked, he went out of the glass, and the room was as empty as you see1t now. won't deny there was a cold creep down my back when went into it, expectin' hardly know what. There was an old coat hangin' on tho wall, and I took it into my head to reason out that that was what I'd seen, and my imaginin' Ed sons face to the top of it was what they call a noptical delusion. Wuss luck for poor MT. Lyman, though reckon he wouldn't ! a' took much stock in my spook story if I'd told it to him. That's what gets me! Why | didn't the ghost show itself to hint Some good might have como of 1t then, if it had | scared him out of stayin' round O nights, which couldn't see the use of noway," and Bijah gave his head a dubious shake. ' "1t proves to have been most fortunate | thing, outside of the result to him, Bijah. Ch1lder left every account straight and ! clear. The business has boon so simpihed that, inexperienced as am, find no dif1- culty in understanding it, and there was even draft of what he intended to do in regard to all the important interests of the bank. MT. Everleigh was much moved by so many evidences of his forethought."
 Involuntarily the bank porter's coun- tenance frightened.
 r Sos Well, now, Pm downright glad that there wasn't any thing of the Edson business afoot I misdoubted, somehow, though l couldn't noway think it of Mir. Lyman, neither. I don't keer now if the ghosts do wallz,' and Bijah whistled cheer fly as he went about his task of clearing up.
 Norris, having finished his work, passed into the room which had been occupied by Edson when he was cashier there. It was a plain apartment, bare enough now, with hooks on the wall where the clerks hung their outdoor apparel. The old coat to which Bijah referred still hung in it's place, and by walking back to tho outer room, Norris convinced himself that the angle of reflection would not show 1t at the spot where the other had stood when he saw his Ivision.
 Had Edson himself been thcrea He could not doubt it, knowing, as the other did not, | that the defaulter lived but why should he come there-why war with his companion in crime, if Lyman Childer had been that Icompanion2 More and moro had 1t been borne in on Norris that this must be the explanation of the case.
 "You see, there ain't place where a cat Icould hide," said tho porter, coming up while these thoughts were passing through the young mans mind. "That ar' detective talked like the burglar might have hid in- | side but it wa'n't in here, I'll be boundn ' What 1c th}c 3D clx over small door sunk in the wainscotting.
 "Thats That's nothin' but cubby-hole under the stairs. Don't think even ghost would want to cuddle in there. Bolts rusted in, I reckon; it hain't been open for 8 year."
 The bolts gave readily un dor Bcrgman's touch, however, and the door swung noisc- lessly back. A pile of old ledgers almost | filled the space inside, and the dust on them, quarter of an inch thick, showed nc trace of having been recently disturbed.
 "You see?" said Bijah. "Good Lordr'
 It was only the ringing of the telephone bell which gave him such 0 start. Norris answered the call, to receive a message from Mir. Everleigh.
 "Glad you are there yet I want you tt como up to tho house at once. Something to tell you of importance"
 There was an indistinguishable growl a1 the last, as If the speaker were in no gooi humor, and, in truth, the banker seemed
 both vexed and troubled when his clerk ap
 peared before him.
 "Ingot has resigned" he announced. ".
 expected to extend his leave, at some in
 convenience to myself He is Q thorough
 accountant, and I will find it hard to re place him satisfactorily at moments no tice."
 "That is not all that is troubling you
 siri"
 "No, 1t is not. There is that child none, which Lyman put with his into the firm
 We are on our feet now, so that 1t can b'
 repaid, but her brother gave me to under
 stand, even when her marriage was spoke, ! of, that he intended to keep the manage ment of 1t until she became of age Ingo
 has given mo notice that he intends with
 drawing it."
 An indignant flash came into his hearers
 eyes.
 sHas he the right to do thisf'