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Continued.

tical, to devote her whole thought to
she had said to herself that she had
no leisure to think of those things
that make life graceful; but through
her strong, direct, and genuine nature
ran a Ieitmotif,' Of sweet, pure mel
ody, kept under and obscured by the
jar and jangle of domestic cares and
worries, but never lost. There is no
nature, however vulgar, that IS detic-
rent in It's musical phrase, not al
ways quite original and unique, and
only the careless listener marks it
not The patient, attentive ear sus-
poets it's presence first, listens for it,
recognizes it, and at last appreciates
It,
In poor faithful Barbara now the
gweet melody, somewhat sad, was ris-
ing, becoming articulate, asserting it
self above all other sounds and ad-
ventitious strains-but, alas! there
was no ear =" listen to it.
Barbara went to her window and
opened It.
How the owls are hooting tonight
she said They, like myself are full Of
unrest. Towhit! To-whoo!
CHAPTER XXXIV.
The Doves.
Barbara had no thought of going to
bed. She could not have slept had she
gone. There was a clock in the
tower a noisy clock that made it's pull
satiOns heard through the quadrangle
and this clock struck twelve. By this
time Jane had reused the young pO
liCeman and he was collecting men to
assist him in the capture. Perhaps
they were already on their way,-or
were they waiting for the arrival Of
Wardcrs from Princes Town? Those
warders we're more dangerous men
than the constables, for they were
armed with short guns, and prepared
TO fire should their game attempt to
break away.
She looked across the court at Jas
per's window. No light was in it. Was
he asleep? or had he taken her adj
vice and gone? She could not endure
the thought of his capture, the self
reproach of having betrayed him was
more than she could bear. Barbara,
usually so collected and cool was now
nervous and hot
More light was in the sky than had
been when she was on the down. The
moon was rising over the roof She
could not see it, but she saw the re-
Election in Jaspers window, like
flakes of silver.
What should she do? Her distress
became insupportable, and she felt
she must be doing something to re-
Iieve her mind. The only thing open to
her was to make another attempt to
recover the prison suit. If she could |
destroy that, it would be putting out
of the way one piece of evidence
against him. A poor niece, still a
piece. She was not sure that it
would avail him anything, but it was
worth risking her fathers anger on
the chance.
She descended the stairs once more
ajar, with feeble yellow streak is
suing from it, She looked in eau
tiously. Then with the tread of a
thief she entered and passed through |
a maze of QuiveTing bezants of dull |
light. She stopped but, as she touched
the garments, heard her fathers voice,
and started upright He was speak
ing in his sleep De profundis CLAIMANT |
and te;' then he tossed and moaned,
and put up his hand and held it shak.
ing in the air. 81 iniquitates
seemed troubled in his sleep unable to
catch the sequence of words, and re-
peated 81 iniquitates observaveris,'
and lay still on his pillow again:
whilst Barbara stood watching him.
with her finger to her lip, afraid to |
move, afraid of consequences, should |
he wake and see her In her disobedi, !
enc6.
Then he mumbled and she heard |
him pulling at his sheet. Out of love. |
out of the deeps of love, I have |
sinned.' Then suddenly he cried out, |
Isl iniquitates observaveris. Dominic,
quis sustinebt?'-he had the sentence
complete, or nearly so, and it ap-
peased him. Barbara heard him sigh,
she stole to his side, bowed over his
ear, and said, Apud te propitiatio est:
speravit anima mea in Domino
Whether he heard or not she did not
know; he breathed thenceforth evenly
in sleep, and the expression of dis.
tress left his face.
Then Barbara took up the bundle of
clothes and softly withdrew. She was
risbiug something for Jasper-the loss
of her fathers regard She had re
Gently drawn nearer to his heart than
ever before, and he had allowed her
to cling round his neck and kiss him.
He would be very angry next morning.
When she was in the hall she turned
over in her mind what was best to be
done with the clothes. She could not
hide them in the house. Her father
would insist upon their reproduction.
They must be destroyed, She could
not burn them: the fire in the kitchen
was out. The only way she could
think of getting rid of them was to
carry them to the Raven Rock and
throw them over the pTecipice. This
accordingly, she did. She left the
house, and in the moonlight walked
through the fields and wood to the
crag and hurled the bundle over the
edge.