Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1900-01-03

lt-is noJroubie," says he, plainly.
She holds out. to him her hand. .Goo'


: Ii is nofroubie." says he. plainly.
She holds out to him her hand Good
by. she says, gently.
'Oh. not good-by. l hope" returns he,
anxiousiy, taking the slim little hand and
.-........- >. ..-..-. as he darcs, per-
haps more closely than he is quite aware.
Il shall see you again.
"Oh. no. No, indeed" softly. You
! must not think that. Uncle Gregory does
not permit us to know our neighbors.
He lifts his hat and Griselda. giving
him rather solemn little salute, turns
away from him. A second later, however.
| she finds him again beside her.
1T here is all the appearance OF com
H.; ram in the sky he says. gravcly.
Don't you think so? l fear we shall
have perfect storm before long.
II -ught Id tell you, so that you might
] get as much good out OF these woods as
possible before-the deluge. This week.
| now. might be fine, but ] should moi an
swer for the next; and. indeed. if you will
permit me to advise you, I should recon-
mend you to take walk tomorrow. Who
shall say that rain might not fall the day
| afterT'
Who, indeed?
| 1t seems the soundest reasoning. So
| Griselda, having shown herself impressed
, by il, inclines her head to him once more,
and, turn in the path hiding him at last
| from view, takes to her heels, and hard
ly draws breath until, having found the
| small iron gate that admits to the gar
| den at it's lowest end, she enters by il
and feels herself at last at home.
| On the hafl doorsteps, as if lying in
wait for her, stands Mrs. Crunch, the
housekeeper.
Dear me, miss, and so you have re-
turned" says she. Dear! but master
will be main glad to hear Of it He was
that upset by your absence that we
iaren't so much asS,pproach him." Gri-
selda's blood grows cold. But now he'll
be sure to tell you himself how glad he 10
to see you back safe and sound"
o CHAPTER v.
Mrs. Crunch, as Griselda left her, turn.
| I'd aside, and with darkened brow made
for the library, Mr.. Dysart's usual abd
ing place. Not finding him here, she
hurries onward DOWN the hall, until she
comes to heavy curtain, once handsome.
/ now moth-eaten and dingy, and pushing
it aside. reveals long tagged passage,
with a high, narrow door at the extreme
end.
through the keyhole, and finding it emp
ty, tries, with cautious, quiet grasp,
| The handle of the door to find the latter
' !ocked. Still very cautiously she Sins, h,.-
hand INV uer pucKet, urawS Vur key.
well oiled, and inserting il in the keyhole,
softly opens the door.
A grim smile oyc- -5preads her face as
she looks toward the further end of the
room. There, on his knees beside a cab
IT,. I<
Mr.. Dysart, in his worn and shabby old
coat, is kneeling before the secret open
ing. gloating openly upon its contents
Piles upon piles Of yellow sovereigns are
so built one on the top Of the other that
they reach from one narrow resting place
to the other above, and SO on. Duh, heavy
| gold that scarcely glitters. save in the
| eyes of the wretched miser bending over
| hem.
Yet it is not SO much ON the money as
| on a paper he holds in his hand that his
attention 10 concentrated. He is so bent
on the perusal Of it that he hears neither
the turn of the key in the lock nor the
womans entrance. And now, as . mali
cious chuckle breaks from her. it so star
ties him that he springs to his feet as if
shot, and sharp, horrid cry, that Is
almost a shrek, escapes him. His face
sweat stand out upon his brow.
Comforting yourself with look at it,
| saws She with q malignant leer. AS sh.
speaks she points not at the gold, but al
II the paper he has tightly clutched in his
| hand.
How did you come here, woman!' de
mands he in a shrill tone. He is trem-
bling, and with nervous fingers presses
the paper into the secret recess in the ca b
met, and shuts TO the oaken woodwork.
WHY, through the door," retorts she.
sullenly. How else? You should remem-
ber to lock it when engaged on work like
this
Il could have sworn l locked it," says
he. still shaking. See! here is the key
in my pocket. 1 tell you," with increas-
ing agitation, II did lock it. Are you a
fiend that you can follow me through
bolted doors!"
Hush! Don't give way to foolish fan
cies. And after all, why need my com
ing fiuster you? Surely with mock
ing air, "your occupation was an inno-
cent one; you were but refreshing your
self with a glimpse Of"
BE silent, woman, Are you mad?'
cries he, lifting his arms like one in NOR
tai fear.
You're but a poor sort after ALL" she
says. contemptuously. TOO poor for
faith or trust Of any sort. What! can
YOU not even believe in me, who has
served you and yours long and faithful
for forty years? Is it likely Id betray
you now for his chiIdren!
..Ay, he served you falsely once says
Gregory Dysart, a SAVIOR Of pleasure in
his tone.
He took my best-my life, my soul
the heart of everything says she. SLOW
lv heating one withered hand upon the
other. Though years have rolled by
have not forgotten; shall not forget al
al When first | saw them l felt as
,bough. if power were given me, couid
have blasted as they stood those lnso'en'
! hussies upstairs
: Something out Of the goodiy past soln.
r.,,,,. ,ouch of decency belonging to tht
d,vs when he was young and happy ane
vyh.n honor was still word to when nt
] clnug with all his might, rehuers 'u.'
coarse epithet. as applied 10 the prett! ol
nb1ns committed to his care, lnsuppoi'
able. -h.,s tba,
vou are speaking of my nleces' ne say
: with an angry frown. -;.,
"Hoity toity. None Of your airs VIII
/ me- saws she, sternly. She advances
| srcn nearer to him Remember, Dysar. !,
that I can either make or mar you.
, and l only" be
Il would were sure Of that says ne
, moodfly. But Have you tofso''e'
: SedIey? He knew. 1y,o