The Monitor-register., 1897-10-22

she never once thought of the money,
and though l did, l hadn't the heart to
mention it to her jast at first. But fully
l did, and when we came to look for it in
his pockets it wasn't there. Then we
knew he'd hid 1t, and had gone back to
the stable and met his death before he
had a chance to tell where it was. From
that day to this that moneys never been
found, though there's scarcely an inch of
the place but what has been searched
over.
"As for OF Mis- Hagadorn-well, when
you see her you'll understand. Since
that night she hain't never been right
Her mind seems to have run down into
one idee, and that is that she's got to find
that money and pay off that mortgage.
That's Why they can't keep her away
from here. She'll get up at dead of
night sometimes and steal out and come
over here and wander round like a ghost.
Pm afeard she'll bother you lots, but
now that you know about her, ma'am,
maybe you'll be forbearin'."
This tragic story took a deep hold upon
the Negotiations of the two children,
who had been absorbed list eners. When
Mrs. Barnes had taken her leave they
went out and viewed the dilapidated old
stable with awe, trying to con lecture
which of the two stalls the treacherous
colt had occupied, hoping thus to deter.
mine the exact spot of the tragedy. But
more than all, they wondered about the
money.
II v ish | could find it for the poor old
lady," said Georgy, and straightway
began poking his nose into the u~nlikeliest
hooks and crannies imaginable.
Remember, the old nan said he was
going to hide it undsr something" sug.
gested Glenn.
Then followed a Wholesale turning ove1
of everything turnable in the stable and
vicinity. Certainly no treasure seekers
were eve imbued with greater zeal than
they. The fact that four long years OF
search had failed to reveal the lost money
did not daunt them in the least. 'Ol
course, it's somewheres," said Georgy,
with conviction, land somebody g got to
find it some time"
Nevertheless, the showery April after
noon n ra, W To O oIoca opd tho1 -ook - a.
house wearied, but not discouraged, with
their fruitless labors.
"We'll try again Tomorrow" said
Georgy. ''There's lots of places left tc
look"
At dusk a sharp hail shower came on.
In the midst of it's deafening clatter an
odd, ~wavering knock was heard at the
door, and there stood on the threshold g
little, bent, white-haired woman, who
peered in keenly for a moment, then fixed
her eyes on Mrs. Haynes and asked, in ar
anxious, husky undertone:
Have you found anything, ma'am? '
They knew ~instinctively that the hero.
ine of Mrs. Barnes story stood before
them, but the wild, restless CLEAN of hel
sunken eyes startled them. Glenn shrank
back and took refuge behind her mother,
but Georgy stood his ground ~valiantly
and scrutinized the strange visitor iu.
tently.
"No," said Mrs. Haynes, gently, 81
haven't found anything. Have you los:
something ?"
cts the money, ma'am, the money! ]
promised Ezry, when he was dead, thai
I'd find it and pay the mortgage"
The hail was beating upon her face and
her bare, shrunken hands, but she seemed
unconscious of it.
"Come in until the storm is over" sale
Mrs. Haynes, kindly.
"Thanky, ma'am, but I'm never comm
in again till l come to stay, and that'l
be when 1 find the money. If you SHOULD
find it. ma'am, you'd let me know as
quick as you could. wouldn't you ?"
The pathetic earnestness of the ques
ton brought tears to Mrs. Haynes eyes,
"Indeed 1 would" she answered.
Georgy had been gradually drawing
nearer the door, and as the old creature
turned away he darted out upon thu
stoop.
"I'm going to find your money fol-
you," he announced, confidently, "ant
when 1 do ELL carry it to you. won
wait a single minute"
She stopped su ddenly at the sound o
his hopeful young voice and turned
slowly to look at him.
"God bless the little man-God blesl
him !" she said.
After that the odd little tap at thu
door came to be of almost daily occur
renee. But now it was Georgy's face tina
the old eyes sought, and to him wal
addressed the query:
slave you found it, little MANI"
mo, Mis- Hagadorn, but Pm going
to-" was his unvarying response. Their
he would follow her out and go plodding
about with her, searching the old places
over again.
AS the weeks and months went by THU
grew somewhat irksome to Mrs. Haynes,
and she marveled at Georgy's patience
and tenacity of purpose.
II DECLARE" said Mrs. Haynes, ''if this
is to go on forever l can't stand 1t. She'll
make a monomaniac of my boy.
But nothing in this world goes on for
ever.
There eame atsunny spring day wher
Georgy asked some questions about the
mulching of trees.
81 want to mulch the poplar trees, ht
explained. sold Mis- Hagadorn says
they need IT. She says Ezry did it every
spring"
He was not opposed, and set to work
SC briskly, digging and carrying manure.
that by mid afternoon be had reached
the last and largest of the trees.
He had ust begun loosening the sol
about its roots, when Mrs. Hagadorr
hobbled upon the scene and stood lean
ing upon her cane and watching him.
"Bless the little man ~ she murmured
''Ezry'u be glad to see the Oh poplari
gettin' mulched."
Her faith that Ezry could see and know
everything that occurred on the old place
never wavered.
Presently Georgy's sharp, narrow little
spade came in contact with something
that was not earth, O root, nor ye
stone. He put his hand into the loos'
soil and picked up a small object.
."Tt's an old hak ;po- nowdar can. and it'i