Bridlington and Quay Gazette. — 1882-08-26 (Bridlington, Humberside, England)

CHAPTER XLITI.—Tim Brrvat E.  When the morning broke, and the birds began to stir among the trees in the woods of Massam, and the bares and rabbits to peep out their brown heads from the misty undergrowth, a hurried footstep came stealthily along beneath the green arcade of trees where Sir George's body lay. He was a hunted man, this new-comer ; Minted, desperate. He had been a clerk, and had tried to web his master, and the police were on his treat. But he knew the woods of Hamlin, and be had lain bidden there for days ; and now, desperate, htumry, alnultt pc.,•,ii.toe. he :wee about to try in the early dawn to make his escape. Suddenly, as he half ran, half trereped along, he. came to the spot where Sir George lay dead. Even amid his own terror he stopped at the ghastly sight. The white face and the half open eyes tired upon the sky were enough to make him, for a few I moments at least, forget his fear. He knelt down and opened Sir George's waistcoat to feel if his heart were still. As he did so, the clink of gold fell upon his ears. The penniless starving man started at the sound. A second glance convinced him that Sir George was dead, and a second thought that he might as well make the beat of the chance that had fallen in his way. So he took Sir George's gold with his trembling bands. He took also the dead man's watch, his poeket-book, and his outer coat, and then fled sway down the winding paths of the woods, as he had fled before. And all the day passed, and no other footstep drew near. The sun roes up and shone, and the birds sang, and the sun went down, and the birds were silent, and still Sir George lay there alone. There was no one, in fact, who dared to make any inquiries about him. He hod gone out and left no word; and who was he accountable to? Thus, at least, the servants argued, and thus for two days Sir George's body lay in the woods. But on the third it was discovered. A young keeper going his rounds in the early morning had his attention attracted by the whines and agitation of his dog. He turned out of his way to see what was disturbing the intelligent creature, and came upon Sir George, lying dead. Bobbed and murdered. This was the verdict of all who heard the tale. Everything valuable about Sir George's person was gone, and the pistol also with which he had destroyed his life had disappearee. There was a hunted man who knew better, but the bunted man very naturally was silent. All the country round was searched, and the woods trampled by many feet, but no eine was ever found. The hunted man had two days' start, and he made good use of them, and of the gold he had taken from Sir George. Bo when Hayward and the young Spanish boy rtached Massam, this tale of murder was told them. Hayward was utterly overcome by the news, and overwhelmed with grief about the death of Sir George. All the way home this young man had been promising himself how he would devote his life to comfort and console his friend. He only knew Sir George's dark secret. He only, when he heard the tale of murder, felt doubt as well as grief in his heart. He went up alone to the gorgeously and gloomilydecked room where the remains of the rich man lay in state. Sir George was in his coffin, but it was yet =cooed; and the stein, handsome, wh:te face looked stern and handsome still But he was not unmourned. Hayward knelt down and kissed the cold brow and band of his dead friend. Then in heart-felt and broken accents he begon to pray. Oh ! could he have known of the wild agony that had wrung Sir George's heart before he went out to die But he knew enough; knew of the wearing remorse, of the passionate diaappointment and pain.  Before they carried him away, Hayward took up the boy, young Juan, to see his father's face. The lad showed very little sign of emotion. Somehow there was a sense of wrong in his heart, and he had already guessed the truth of the stain on his mother's same. He was a proud, handsome youth, with dark eyes, and, as Hayward had written to Sir George, with haaghty an imperious ways. Bo he stood and looked at his dead lather; and then, with undimmed eyes, turned way.  To be continued.