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words,
"Ah. now I knowl'' cries she. stopping
abruptly. and looking full az her COM
pnnlon, who grows somewhat guilty In
appearance. THAT noise OF running wat.
er.-that Is the river that flows beneath
Grcycourt. II | had only followed II
need not have given you all this trouble"
ut is no trouble" says he, plainly.
She holds out 10 him her hand. Good.
by" she says gently.
"0h. not good.by, hope" returns be,
anxiously. taking the slim little hand and
holding II ns warmly as he dages, per-
haps more closely than he Ii quite aware.
II shall see you agalnI'
"oh, no. No, indeed" softly. "You
must not think that. Uncle Gregory does
not permit us 10 know our neighbors."
lie lifts his hat and Griselda, giving
| him n rather solemn little salute. turns
away from him. A second later. however,
she finds him again beside her.
"it--ihere Is all the appearance OF com
Ing rain In the sky" he says. gravely.
Don't you think so? | fear We shall
have a perfect storm before long.
thought I'd tell you, so that you might
get as much good out Of these woods as
| possible bcfore--the deluge. This week,
now, might be fine. but should not an
swer for the next; and, indeed, IL you viii
permit me to advise you, should recon.
mend you to take u walk tomorrow. Who
shall say that rain might not fall the day
ufterT'
Who. indeedI
II seems the soundsst reasoning. so
Griselda, having shown herself impressed
| by Il. inclines her head to him once more,
aud, 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 hs lowest end. she enters by II
and feels herself at last at home.
On the hall d0orsteps. as IL lying In
wait for her, stands Mrs. Crunch, the
! h0usekeeper,
Dear me, miss, and so you have re.
turned" says she. "Dearl but master
viii be main glad to hear OF II. He was
that upset by your absence that we
darcn't so much ss approach him" Gri-
selda's blood grows cold. "fsut 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 mo,h-eaten aud dingy, and pushing
II aside, reveals a long tagged passage.
with high, narrow door at the extreme
end.
STOPPING as she comes to Il, she peers
through the keyhole. and finding 1t emp.
ty, tries, with 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 IL in the keyhole,
softly opens the door.
A grim smile Overspreads her face as
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. Duh, heavy
gold chat scarcely glitters, save in the
eyes of the wretched miser bending over
them.
Yet II 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 perusal OF it that he hears neither
the turn of the key in the lock nor the
woman's entrance. And now, as q mali.
cious chuckle breaks from her, Il 50 star
ties him that he springs to his feet as II
shot, and a sharp, horrid cry, that Is
almost a 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 leer. As she
speaks she points not at the gold, but al
the paper he has tightly clutched in his
hand.
How did you come here. womany" de,
mands he, in shrill 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
ber to lock it when engaged on work like
this"
Il could have sworn locked it," SAYS
he, still shaking. "See here is the key
! in my pocket. | tell you," with increas
, ing agitation, Il did lock it. Are you a
tend that you can follow me through
bolted doors?'
, flush! Don't give way to foolish fan
} cies. And after all, why need my com
: ing fuster you? Surely" with mock
, ing air, ''your occupation was an limo
cent one; you We're but refreshing your
: self with q glimpse Of"
, BE silent, woman! Are you mad 2
} cries he, lifting his arms like one in NOR
tai fear.
You're but poor sort after all" she
says, contemptuously. "roo poor fol
faith or trust of any sort. What! car
/ you not even believe in me, who ha.
: served you and yours long and faithful
for forty years? Is 1t likely I'd betray
you now for his childrenT"
"Ay, he served you falsely once" say,
; Gregory Dysart, SAVIOR of pleasure ii
, his tone.
"He took my best-my life, my soul
the heart Of everything" says she, slow
ly beating one withered hand upon tn,
other. Though years have rolled by
: have not forgotten; shall not forget a
! all. When first l saw them l felt a,
though, il power were given me, l coult
have blasted as they stood those insOlen
hussies upstaira,"