Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1902-01-30

music had rushed MS a chorus to her
words.
"Ah! now know" cries she. stopping
abruptly, and looking full at her COM
panion, who grows somewhat guilty in
appearance. THAT noise Of running wat
er!-that is the river that flows beneath
Greycour. If had only followed it
need not have given you all this trouble"
ut is no trouble" says he, plainly.
| She holds out to him her hand. Good
by" she says gently.
"Oh. not good-by. l hope" returns he.
/ anxiously. taking the slim little hand and
holding it as warmly as he dares, per-
haps more closely than he is quite aware.
II 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.
"It-there is all the appearance Of COM
ing rain in the sky" he says, gravely.
Don't you think so? l fear we shall
have perfect storm before long.
thought 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 l should not an
swer for the next; and. indeed, if you will
| permit me to advise you, | should recon-
mend you to take walk tomorrow. Who
| shall say that rain might not fall the day
after?"
| Who, indeed?
1t seems the soundcst reasoning. So
Griselda, having shown herself impressed
by it. inclnes 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 it
and feels herself at last at home.
On the hall 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
daren't so much as approach him." Girl
selda's blood grows cold But now he'll
be sure to tell you himself how glad he is
to see you back safe and sound"
CHAPTER V.
Mrs. Crunch, as Griselda left her, turn
ed aside, and with darkened brow made
for the library, Mr.. Dysart's usual abid-
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 a long tagged passage,
with high. narrow door at the extreme
end
| STOPPING as she comes to it, she peers
through the keyhOle. and finding it emp
| ty. tries. with a cautious, quiet grasp,
| the handle of the door to find the latter
locked. Still very cautiously she slips her
| hand into her pocket, draws out key,
well oiled, and inserting 1T in the keyhole,
softly opens the door.
| \ grim smile Overspreads her face MS
she looks toward the further end of the
room. There, on his knees beside a cab
met, kneels Mr.. Dysart. 1t is open, and
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 :he top of the other that
| they reach from one narrow resting place
to the other above, and so on. Dull heavy
gold that scarcely glittcrs, save in the
eyes of the wretched mser bending over
them.
Yet it is not so much ON the money as
on paper he holds in his hand that his
attention is concentrated. He is so bent
on the perllsal of it that he hears neither
the turn of the key in the lock nor the
woman's 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 Il shrek, escapes him. His face
has grown deadly white, great drops of
sweat stand out upon his brow
comforting yourself with look at it,
says she, with a malignant lecr. AS she
speaks she points not at the gold, but at
the paper he has tightly clutched in his
hand.
How did you come here, woman?" de-
mands he. in a shril tone. He is trem-
bling, and with nervous fingers presses
the paper into the secret recess in the cab
met, and shuts to the oaken woodwork.
why, through the door" retorts she.
sullenly. How else? You should remem-
Der to lock it when engaged on work like
this"
Il could have sworn l locked it," saws
he, still shaking. See! here is the KEY
in my pocket. l tell you." with increas-
ing agitation, II did lock it. Are you a
tiend 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 fuster you? Surely" with a 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.
~ cure 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 I'd betray
you now for his chidren?"
"Ay. he served you falsely once" says
Gregory Dysart, n SAVIOR of pleasure in
his tone.
He took my Destiny life, my soul
the heart of everything says she, slow
ly beating one withercd hand upon the
other. Though years have rolled by
have not forgotten; l shall not forget at
all. When first | saw them l felt as
though. if power were given me, | could
have blasted as they stood those insolent
| hus Stoi