Wallowa chieftain. [volume] (Joseph, Union County, Or.) 1884-1909, 1902-02-27

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All. now I know" cries she. stopping
abruptly. AMI looking full AZ her COM
pIa.0l. who --ows somewha, guilty IN
appearance. That noise Of running wat
er.-.hac Is the river that flows beneath
Greycourt. II l had only followed it l
need nor have given you al. this trouble"
Il; l. no trouble" says he. plainly.
Sac holds OUT TO him her hand. Good
by she says. gently.
Oh. no: g0od-by. | hope" returns he.
anx.oUSly. taking the slim l.-;.e hand and
holding i as warmly as he da7ss, per
hlpS more closely than he is quite aware.
Il shall So you again.
Oh, no. No, indeed" softly. You
muS- uOc think that. Uucle Gregory does
no- permit Us 10 know our ue.-hOoGs."
He lifts mis- hat and GE!selda, giving
him & rather solemn little salute. turns
away from him. A second later, however
she huds him again beside her.
'lt-.here is all rhe appearance o. com
ius rain in the sky" he says. gravely.
Don. you think soE I fear We shall
have a perfect storm before long.
thought I'd tell you, 50 that you might
possible baioCe-the delu-e. This week.
uow. might be tine. but l should no an
sve- for the uex-; and. indeed. II you will
/ pe-ui: NE to advise you. l should recon-
mend you 10 take walk tomorrow. Who
slal. say that rain might not fall the day
atte-?"
/ Who, indeed?
/ Il seems the soundesc reasoning. So
I Grise.ia. having shown herself Impress d
/ by i, iucliles her head 10 him once more.
and. turn in the path hiding him a. las,
from view, takes 70 her heels, and hard
II draws breath until. having found the
small iron gate that admits TO the gar
den az its lowest end, she enters by it
aud feels herself at last at home.
On the hall doorsteps, as if lying in
wait for her, stands Mrs. Crunch, the
housekeeper.
Dear NE. 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" Gri-
se.da's blood grows cold. But now he'll
be sure TO tell you himself how glad ne is
10 see you back safe and sound"
OhAt l ER '.
Mrs. Crunch. as Gyise.ia left her. turn
ed aside, AMI with darkeued brow made
for the library NJ. Dyslrt's usual ab.d-
iug place. Not finding aim here. sae
[ hurr!es onward down the hall. until she
. comes to heavy curtain. once handsome.
now m0:h-eateu and dIngy. and pushing
il aside, reveals a long tagged passage.
with ! high. narrow dJO. a. the extreme
end
STOPPING a. she comes TO il. sae u-e-s
through the keyAC.e, and nui.n- l. emp
-y. tries, with a cautious, quie. grasp.
tie handle Of the door 10 lind che latter
locked. Sui very cautiously she slips her
hand .uto her pocket, draws out Z Key.
well oiled. and Inserting il il the keyno.e
softly opens the doo-.
\ grim smile oversprsads her face as
she lgoaS toward the further end OF the
room There. on h.s knees beside a Gao.
met, hnee.s Mr.. Dysavc. Il is open. aud
AIr. Dysa-J, IN his worn and shabby old
coat, Is kleellng before the secret open.
ne. g.oIuls openly upon its contents
. Piles upon piles Of yellow Soyerei=as are
50 bulk one On ne top OF the other tha,
they reach from one narrow resting yI .cs
gold that scarcely glIcterS, save in Ii,
eyes Of the wreJched miser bending owe,
them.
Yet it is not so much on the money as
on paper ne holds in his hand :ha. his
attention Is concentrated. He is 50 ben,
on the perusai Of Il that ne hears ueitas,
the turn Of the key IN the lock nor the
woman's entrance. And now. as a mall.
cious chuckle breaks from her it 50 s:ar.
ties l-m that ne springs 10 h.s feet as if
sno,. and a sharp, horr.d cry. that /,
almost shrek, escapes him. HIS face
las grown deadly white. great drops OF
sweat stand out upon h.s brow.
Comforting yourself with a look az i. -
says she, with 4 malignant .eer. As she
spelAs she points nor al the gold. but at
the paper he has tightly clutched in bis
hand
How did you come here. womau?" de.
mandS he. n a Shrll tUne. He is trem.
bling, and with nervous fingers preSSe.
;he paper into the secret recess in the cab.
met. and shuts 10 the oaken woodwork
Why. through the dOoc," reto-ts she
su-Ieniy. How else? You should remem.
Der to lock it when engaged on work Ike
this
Il could have sworn l locked it." saws
he, stu. shaking. See. here is the kev
in my pocket. tell you" with iucreas.
ing agitation, Il d.d lock it. Are you q
ti-nt that You can follow me throu-5
boiJed doO-s:"
Hush. DJH'c gre way 70 foolish fan.
c.es- And after al. why need my com
Ing fiusIe- yoI: Surely" wi:h a mock.
.ns a!c your occupation was an limo.
cent one; you were On; refreshing your.
sslt with a glimpse Of"
Be silent. woman. Are you mad:'
cries he. lifting his arms Ike one IN nor
tai fear.
You're but a poor sort after all" she
says, eoRtempUoIsly. TOO poor 10.
faith o. trus. OF any sort. What, car
you not even believe in ne. who IA.
served you and yours long and ia.,hlu
FOR forty years: Is It likely Id be.ray
sou now for MS chi.d-eu:'
"Ay. he served you falsely once" say.
Gregory Dysart, q SAVIOR OF pleasure Il
his tone.
He took M bests-my life, my soul
the hear of everything" SAYS she. slow
Is beating one withered hand upon In,
other. Though years have rolled by
have not forgotten; shall not forget a