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which b. had revealed TO no one but my.
self. He had small stand in his room
near the head of his bed. Under this
stand, or rather under the top of it. be
had tackled q large leather wallet. In
this he kept all his spare money. / re-
member how his eyes twinkled when he
showed It to me.
THE average mind thinks things have
either got to be in or on" said my father
"They don't consider there's ways Of
getting around gravitution and cnlcula-
ton"
In searching my fathers room ! called
to mind that saying of his, and his pecu-
linr system of concealing, and then
made my discovery. 1 have argued that
In search of this kind ought not only
tn search for hidden traces of the Grim
.nal, but for everything which had been
for any reason concealed. Something
which my father himself has hidden,
something from his past history may fur
nish u motive for some one else.
The money In the wallet under the
table, sorne $500, had been removed and
deposited in the bank. Nothing more was
TO be found there. l examined tho bot
tom of the bureau, and the undersdes Of
the chair seats. There are two chairs
in the room, beside the cushioned rocker
--grcen-painted wooden chairs, with flag
seats. | found nothing under the seats.
Then | turned each of the green chairs
completely over, md examined the bot.
toms of the legs My heart leapcd when
/ found a bit Of leather nicely tackled
over one. l got the tack hammer and
drew the tncks. The chair leg had been
followed out, and for an inch the hole
,,n,IyaI tioht t,;th I Innn,
picking out the cotton, and soon | felt
fashioned gold band, quite wide and
heavy, like wedding ring.
took II over to the window and found
this inscription on the inside: LET love
nbide forever" There were two dates
one in August, forty years ago, and the
other in August of this present yenr.
think the ring has never been worn;
while the first part of the inscription is
perfectly clear it looks old, and the last
is evidently freshly cut.
This could not have been my mothers
ring. She had only her wedding ring,
and that was buried with her. l think
cay father must have treasured up this
ring for years; but why? What does II
mean? This can hardly be a clue this
can hardly lead to the discovery of mo.
tive, but will put It in the box with the
resn
Sunday night.-To day, OF course,
did not pursue my search. ! did not GO
to church. l could not face old fricnds
that could not face me- Sometimes
think that everybody in my native village
believes in my guilt. What must l have
been in my general appearance and de
mcanor all my life? l have studied my
self in the glass, and tried to discover thu
possibilities Of evil that they must see il
my face.
This afternoon, about 3 O'Clock, tho
hour when people here have Just finished
their Sunday dinner, there was knocl
on the north door. I answered it. and q
strange young man stood there with {
large book under his arm. He was thir
and clearly shaved, with a clerical air.
81 have n work here to which | would
~ like to call your attention." he began
ami f>Starod at him in establishment, TO
why should book agent be pedding hi
wares uporNthc Sabbath?
His mouth twitched little. "It's
Biblical Cyclopaedia,' said he.
IL don't think l care to take it," said
"You are Miss Sarah Fairbanks | be
lievei"
'"rhat Is my name" replied, stitlly.
"Mr. Henry Ellis, Of Digby, sent m