The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1893-11-29

hills, Brinklsy pausing to obliterate
their footprints as they went When
they had proceeded some distance he,
paused and took the girls hand.
"Good-by, Matt" said he. IF it
wasn't for that promised smashing /
should certainly see you home"
"Then do" returned Matt. II don't
care II he does smash mep'
Probably not, but l do. 1t would be
On episode in your career which 1t
would not be pleasant to reflect upon
therefore, good-by, Matt = and-and
God bless you, my girlr
He gave her fatherly salute upon
the forehead; bright flush overspread
her cheek as she bounded away.
Brinkley watched her until she was
out of sight, then hs turned and
strolled quietly on In the direction OF
the caravan.
"It's strange game" he said, land
requires careful waiting. wonder
what my next move ought to be?"
He fought very deeply, but when he
reached the caravan he found he had
come to no definite conclusion rs to his
plans. He therefore partook cheerful
iy Of the repast which Tim had prepared
for him, and after he had smoked o
couple Of pipes in the open Dir he re-
tired to rest.
The next morning he began ponder
ing again.
II have got my trump card" he said
to himself, "but how to play up to itP
/ have a splendid hand, but 1t will
want skillful managing II I am to win
the game. One false move would do
for me, for my opponents are crafty as
foxes; and there are two against one.
What is my right move, / wonder? l
wish some good fairy would guide mel"
He took out his pipe, which was his
usual consoler, and smoked while he
took a few turns on the greenswsrd
outside the caravan.
Suddenly an idea struck him.
II think I'll pay domiciliary visit
| to Mr.. Monk" he said. ~ can meet
him now on pretty equal terms. II l
hint few things to him the amiable
gentleman may think Of becoming
just"
He called up Tim and sent him on
some trivial errand down to the village.
| As soon rs he was well out OF the way
Brinkley entered the caravan, pro-
duced 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 amia-
BILE mood, and / 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 a small piece of paper, on which were
some written instructions, he hid 1t in
the caravan and started off upon his
journey.
It was dark, gloomy morning, Civ
ing every promise Of coming storms
AS he passed through the wood which
surrounded Monkshurst house the WIND
whistled softly among the trees, max
ing moan like the sound Of human
voices.
"a gloomy place." said Brinkley; q
ft residence for such as he. A darl
deed might be committed here, ant
who would know2"
The path which he travelled was
neglected carriage drive, strewed will
stones, overgrown with weeds ant
bordered on either side by the thicl
trees Of the forest Presently the tree
parted and he came In view OF thu
house.
A large gloomy-looking building, a
neglected as the woodland, in the cen
ter Of which 1t stood. Itseemed as !
only part of 1t was inhabited, and tn
large garden at its back was unpro
tected by any wall and full OF over
grown fruit trees
The door was opened by grim, el
derby woman. He inquired for Nh
Monk, and was informed that he wa
at home. The next minute he wa
standing in a lonely library, where tn
owner Of the house was busy writing
Monk rose, and the two stood face t
face.