The Northern Guardian. — 1897-08-17 (Hartlepool, Cleveland, England)

CHAPTER XXIX. 'ONE HUNDRED PO7NDS. REWARD !"  The young lady in blue, whose sudden appearance had occasioned the catastrophe just mentioned, left the bowie but was overtaken before she had gone many ytrds by a tall elderly gentleman, with grey hair and beard., "You did not tell me you were going oat," be said, rather out of breath. "I saw you leave the Douse from the window of my room and--" " And you came after me," she interrupted, "like the dear old thing you are." "I don't like you to walk alone," he answered. "Where are you going ?" " Oxtly for a little stroll before luncheon—anywhere, it doesn't matter." Then, with a laugh, "Are you afraid that someone will run away with me?"  " I do not mean to give them the chance," was the reply. "Big what was that noise I heard jest now it sounded as though a lot of things bad been broken."  "It waatbenaw man—Edwards, you know," sbe explained. "I am afraid he is rather stuptd,or else eery nervous. He wee coming out of the dining. room with corn. glames and things just as I was coming down the steire,and directly he caught eight of me he gave a 'Hirt of gasp and let everything fall. It was very strange "—wrinkling her forehead in a bewildered sort of way—" anyone would have thought that I had frightened him very muoli—as though I had been • ghost or something dreadful, instead of being nothing in the least alarming." Her father looked at her with amused curiosity. " No," he said, "1 don't observe anything in you/ outward appearance adoulated to terrify the moil timid isulividual. It could not hare been you who startled him."  " But it wee," she persisted. "If you had men his foes when ha first naught sight of me, you would not bees doubted it for a moment. Perhaps "—and she drew a little nearer to him—" perhaps he hae done something dreadful committed a murder or something, and I reminded him of his tietim!" Her father burst into a short, jarring laugh. "What will you imagine next F." he asked. "I wish "—with an accent of irritation making itself apparent in his voice "that you would sot let your mind run on each matters. Murder.! And li. gave the ground an angry knock with his atiek. "Such things are not fit subjects for a girl to dwell upon, and I do not like to hear the word full from your lips. This coulee of filling your head with the wort of trash that you school girls devour by the hundredweight! It only shows," he continued, calming down, "that I was quite right when I determined not to allow you to read the nowspapers and fill your brain with all the honors they contain."  His daughter', oonecienco gave her a shook. She thought of the paper which she had torn and staffed up the ehiainey. She felt herself turning markt. What a wieked, good-for-nothing girl she witol— and what a pity it was to have • consoienos at all, if it only made you feel unoomfortable.She wondered if she looked se guilty as she felt ? Fortunately her father was looking another way, or she was eonvinad that her hoe would have betrayed her. " Perhaps," she ventured to remark, by way of turning the sonversation, "he is not in his right mind • The new man. I mean "