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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Daisy Ashford: Her Book, by 
+Daisy Ashford and Angela Ashford
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+Title: Daisy Ashford: Her Book
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+Author: Daisy Ashford
+        Angela Ashford
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+Transcriber's Note on the Text:
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+This book was written by a young girl. There are many spelling and
+punctuation errors that have all been retained with the rare exception
+of clear printer's error such as He,en on page 164. These three
+corrections are listed at the end of the text. For each story, the title
+was written on a separate page and then repeated on the next page. The
+second of these was omitted to avoid redundancy for the reader. The
+remaining text is intact, for example, on page 335, the chapter MR. HOSE
+MAKES ENQUIRIES starts with a small letter, most dialogue has no
+punctuation at the end and is often missing at least one quotation mark.
+Missing letters in the original are denoted by asterisks in the text.
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+DAISY ASHFORD: HER BOOK
+
+
+
+
+  DAISY ASHFORD:
+  HER BOOK
+
+
+  A COLLECTION OF THE REMAINING NOVELS
+  BY THE AUTHOR OF
+
+"THE YOUNG VISITERS,"
+
+TOGETHER WITH "THE JEALOUS GOVERNES"
+
+BY ANGELA ASHFORD
+
+WITH A PREFACE BY
+
+IRVIN S. COBB
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+          NEW YORK
+          GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
+
+          _Copyright, 1920,
+          By George H. Doran Company_
+
+          _Printed in the United States of America_
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE
+
+BY IRVIN S. COBB
+
+
+The rôle of discoverer is pleasing, nearly always, and more especially
+in its reactions is it pleasing. The actual performance of discovery may
+be fraught with hardships and with inconveniences and even with perils;
+as witness Christopher Columbus making his first voyage over this way in
+a walloping window-blind of a tub of a ship and his last one back with
+chains at his wrists and ankles; as witness Hendrick Hudson; as witness
+Dr. Harvey's unfortunate position in the eye of constituted authority
+after he had discovered the circulation of the blood; as witness the
+lamentable consequences to whoever it was who, probably by the process
+of eating a mess of miscellaneous wild fungoids, disclosed to a bereaved
+family and a benefited world the important fact that certain mushrooms
+were nourishing and certain toadstools were fatal.
+
+To your true discoverer the compensations of his trade come when he
+points with pride to the continent or the great natural fact or the new
+author he discovered and cries aloud before all creation: "See what I
+have found!"
+
+So, aside from the compliment and the honor of it, I feel added
+gratification and added pleasure that I should be invited to write a
+foreword for the first American edition of Miss Daisy Ashford's second
+book. You see, I claim the distinction of having been the first person
+in America other than its publisher and my friend Mr. George H. Doran to
+read the manuscript of that immortal work "The Young Visiters." If I did
+not actually discover Miss Ashford, at the age of nine when she wrote
+"The Young Visiters"--for indeed no one appears to have discovered her
+then excepting perhaps her parents--at least I had a hand in discovering
+her on this side of the Atlantic ocean at a time when mention of her
+name, which now is so famous a name, meant nothing to the casual hearer.
+
+After the lapse of nearly a year the event stands in my memory as
+marking one of those hours of pure and perfect joy which come but too
+rarely to human beings. At the request of Mr. Doran I read the
+manuscript which he had just brought with him from Europe. I read the
+story itself first and afterwards the preface, or foreword. This, I
+think, was as it should be. By rights a preface however sprightly and
+well done--and a preface by Sir James Barrie would have to be well
+done--should be served with a book as cheese is served with a dinner: at
+its finish and not at the beginning.
+
+When I had read the story through to the last delicious sentence of the
+last delectable paragraph and when I had caught up with my breath which
+I had lost by laughing or rather when my breath had caught up with me, I
+sapiently said to him:
+
+"Publish it? Of course you ought to publish it. Aside from such sordid
+considerations as the profits which are certain to accrue you owe it to
+yourself as a responsible member of the human race to give this glorious
+thing circulation among the reading public of North America. If I were
+you I'd print thirty thousand copies in the first batch before I
+released any copies among the reviewers or sent any copies as samples to
+the trade. And after that I'd keep the presses running steadily in the
+hope of being able to keep up with the demand which is sure to follow on
+the heels of publication. This is almost the funniest book that was ever
+written and it is all the funnier because the writer was so desperately
+in earnest, so tremendously serious all the while she was writing it."
+
+"It has made a big hit in England already," he said. "But over there
+some people are saying that the author must have been a grown-up
+person--that no child of nine could have written such a thing. The
+suggestion is even being advanced that Barrie himself wrote it. I know
+better, because I have seen the original script in a child's handwriting
+on old and faded paper, and I met Miss Ashford some weeks ago in London
+and I have had all the proof one needs that this is the authentic
+product of a nine-year-old mind."
+
+To which I said:
+
+"No doubt some people will be saying the same thing over here and
+they'll be wrong just as these English skeptics are and if they'll only
+stop to think for a moment they'll know why they're wrong. No grown
+person, not even the creator of a Wendy and a Peter Pan, could have
+done this thing. It exhales the perfume of an authoritative genuineness
+in every line of it. It had to be a child who wrote it--a child with a
+child's imagination and a child's viewpoint and a child's ignorance of
+the things she wrote about. In a way of speaking it is like those
+unintentionally humorous obituary poems which appear in the papers. No
+professional humorist can hope to equal them because when he writes one
+he does it with deliberate intent to be funny and invariably he betrays
+his hand. It is when some poor mourning amateur dips a 'prentice pen in
+the very blood of his or her heart and writes such a poem that it
+becomes so pathetically and so tragically side-splitting."
+
+This was what I said. Not in these words exactly, but to this effect.
+
+Mind you, I am not proclaiming that I am the only person who has said
+this. Between chuckles thousands and thousands of others since that day
+have thought and have said it. What I am proud of is that I was the
+first person in America to say it, and so to this extent I count myself
+a discoverer and I feel a sort of proprietary sense in being permitted
+here to introduce "Daisy Ashford: Her Book." I am mindful of the
+distinction because of the reason I have just stated and because also in
+a way of speaking it qualifies me for some sort of literary kinship with
+Sir James M. Barrie.
+
+Even so I do not aspire to the presumptuous hope that any one may say
+"Well, I see this man Cobb is doing for Miss Ashford's second book what
+Barrie did for her first one." I have no such ambition. A minnow always
+errs when he undertakes to swim in the company of a whale. If he tries
+to swim alongside he is unnoticed; if he swims in the wake he is
+swamped. He makes other minnows jealous or contemptuous as the case may
+be, and he is properly ignored by the whale.
+
+Miss Ashford's own preface, accompanying this volume, gives the
+chronological sequences of its contents. The first story of all, "A
+Short Story of Love and Marriage," she wrote when she was eight years
+old. "The True History of Leslie Woodcock" was written three years
+later, after "The Young Visiters" had been written. "Where Love Lies
+Deepest" trickled from the busy pen of the young person when she was
+twelve years old; and "The Hangman's Daughter," the most pretentious of
+them all and to my way of thinking the best of her preserved works next
+only to "The Young Visiters," was undertaken when she was about
+thirteen, she says, and finished in the following year. Also included in
+this book is a story by Miss Ashford's sister Angela, done at the age of
+eight and entitled "The Jealous Governes; _or_ The Granted Wish." In
+this we learn the real facts regarding the coming of babies. Babies are
+not fetched by storks. Medical men bring them in boxes and afterward
+render bills for the same, as note the following: (page 330) "Miss
+Junick Dr. to doctor Paulin for one baby delivered as per agreement £1,"
+a low enough price truly. If a child of eight (who in point of years is
+so very much closer to being a baby than most of the writers on the
+subject are) cannot be trusted to recall the circumstances of this
+mystery, who can? We can only regret that a second sister, Vera, the
+artist of this talented nursery, did not save her one contribution to
+the literary output of the Ashford family. It was entitled "Little Mary
+and The Angle." _Angle_ did not refer to a worm but to a visitor from a
+celestial domain; we have the word of Miss Daisy Ashford for it that
+this story was of a pious character. What a wonderful household the
+Ashford household must have been with Daisy and Angela writing romances
+and Vera illustrating them and between times doing a bit of writing
+herself. Can't you see the pencils flying? Can't you see three little
+pink tongues sticking out from between three pairs of purposeful lips
+and wriggling in time to the pencils? Can't you see the small brows
+furrowed with thought? And the proud parents? And the startled
+nursemaid?
+
+To my mind the very finest thing about Miss Daisy Ashford's present book
+is the opportunity it gives us, reading it, to follow the growth of her
+genius for observation. For surely the faculty to observe and, having
+observed, to set down in words the results of that observation is a
+genius. It is more than that, it is two phases of genius harmoniously
+coupled.
+
+At the age of eight, as we shall note, she begins her career as a writer
+by knowing very little of certain phases of life largely dealt with by
+older writers; and this little she knows by reason of what she has read
+or by reason of what she has heard read. Rapidly, though, she progresses
+to the point where, along with these borrowed second-hand impressions,
+she incorporates impressions which are all her own. Reading what she
+wrote in the first year of her authorship, we can figure, approximately,
+when she learned her first French word; when to her there came those
+vague appreciations of the Roman Catholic faith which are so fascinating
+to the children of non-Catholics--or perhaps the Ashford family were
+Romanists. Influenced by these alluring ecclesiastical mysteries, we
+find her causing a prospective bridegroom to address the Rev. Father
+Fanty as "your kindness" and begging the reverend gentleman "to excuse
+my craving for matrimony." Through these pages one sees how travel
+broadened the young person's fund of experience, which in her favored
+case meant her fund of material, for unlike many writers, old enough to
+know better, little Miss Ashford was, by the virtue of a miraculous
+intuition, inspired to write, sometimes at least, of things that she
+actually knew about, rather than to deal exclusively with topics which
+other writers before her had professed to know about. Early in her
+opening story she speaks of "Cracknels." Reading this word, my memory
+ran back to my own childhood when we knew but three standard varieties
+of crackers--soda-crackers, animal crackers and cracknels which last
+were round, slickish objects rather like glazed oak-galls, somewhat
+dusty to the taste and warranted to create a tremendous thirst for
+licorice water and lemonade. I had entirely forgotten cracknels until
+Miss Ashford came along yesterday and reminded me of them.
+
+In "A Short History of Love and Marriage"--and how woefully short
+sometimes is the history of a love and how short too, perhaps, the
+history of a marriage!--she shows to us that for all its admitted
+shortness the narrative is properly rounded out. For on page 24 we learn
+that the happy couple went on a bridal tour to India and "seven hours
+after they got there had two twin babies." Seven hours and two twin
+babies, a magnificent showing surely and the prevalent rage for
+shortness maintained to the very end! Page 24 is one of the very best
+pages in this book, containing, as it also does, a painstaking
+description of perhaps the most striking and interesting marriage-morn
+costume worn by any bridegroom in the Christian era.
+
+It is not my intention to quote over-liberally from the contents of this
+volume. To my way of thinking the trick of inserting copious extracts
+from a novel into the foreword of that novel is as great a mistake as
+though I invited you to my house for dinner and before dinner gave you
+tidbits and choice bites from each course. I should merely be dulling
+your appetite, without satisfying your hunger.
+
+My aim is to direct your attention, if I may make so bold, to certain
+pages, specifying them by their numbers and trusting that when you have
+progressed so far you will, in the reading of them, find the same joy
+and the same zest that I have found there. For example, on page 46 I
+respectfully invite your consideration to the pains taken in enumerating
+the various articles of one Sylvia's running-away or elopement
+trousseau. There was a thorough young woman for you, and a provident.
+
+On page 87 occurs mention of two sisters and here, despite my promise of
+two paragraphs ago, I cannot resist the temptation to quote one short
+but tremendously illuminating line. The author is speaking now of two
+sisters and of the elder she says, she "was by no means beautiful but
+she was intensely good." How often it happens that those who are by no
+means beautiful are intensely good--how often and sometimes oh, how easy
+for them to be so good. But most of us, even those who educate our
+faculties of observation the better to earn a living thereby, are very
+much older than eleven years before we discern this great truth.
+
+I think the brightest gems of all this collection are to be found, in
+the greatest profusion, in "The Hangman's Daughter." The ill-fated
+gentleman hangman, Mr. Winston, who moved to Kenelham "where only about
+two people were hung a year" is in my opinion worthy to be rated with
+the deathless and ever-to-be glorious Mr. Salteena. Miss Ashford says
+she was shocked when her brothers on hearing the trial scene read (pages
+150, 151, 152) laughed at what she had conceived to be a tragic and
+dramatic passage in the action of her tale. Later, no doubt, she has
+come to realize how dangerous a thing it is for one to acquire, either
+intentfully or otherwise, the reputation of being a humorist; for when
+he who has been branded as a humorist says a thing with desire to be
+serious his friends laugh at it as a most rare whimsicality and when, on
+the other hand, he deliberately sets out to be humorous, his enemies
+very likely will declare that never before in all his life was he quite
+so serious. And had her brothers been older, had they been of an age to
+appreciate the unconscious comedy that marked the Dreyfus trial, say, or
+had they ever had opportunity to hear the proceedings in sundry murder
+trials in America, when learned counsel was asking questions and learned
+alienists were making answers, they would have been able to appreciate
+the fact that no burlesque description of a murder trial can ever be
+quite so utterly comic as a real murder trial sometimes is.
+
+A flashing jewel of dramatic intensity awaits you (pages 229 to 234
+inclusive) when you come to read of the rescue of Gladys and Helen from
+the grasp of the murderer of Helen's own dear father and of the method
+employed by Gladys' heroic brother for detaining the miscreant Likewise,
+I pray you, reader dear, that you linger on page 257 wherein the "menu
+of the table d'hote" which was "of nightly recurrence" at Lord
+Beaufort's castle, is printed in full. In my mind's eye I see little
+Miss Daisy Ashford, twelve years old going on thirteen, carefully
+bearing away with her the card of the first meal she ever ate in a
+regular restaurant and taking it home and treasuring it up against the
+time when she might insert it into her greatest story, then in process
+of incubation, at exactly the appointed spot to create the most telling
+effect, under the most appropriate possible circumstances. Could a
+proper respect and a proper instinct for local color rise to greater
+heights? I deny it. So too will you deny it when you arrive at page 258
+and read the words emphasized by being displayed in capitals that are on
+that page at the end of the menu.
+
+Personally I do not think that as a whole this book is equal to "The
+Young Visiters." Only once in a decade or so is it vouchsafed the
+writing craft that one among us shall create a masterpiece, destined in
+time to become a classic and a thing immortal. Only once in an eon or so
+is it vouchsafed a writer to write a masterpiece at the age of nine
+years. Very few among us ever produce a second perfect work on top of a
+first one. But this I will say--every line in this book is worthy to
+have been written by the same hand that wrote "The Young Visiters" and
+that, I think, is praise enough for any writer.
+
+  _New York, April, 1920._
+
+
+
+
+AUTHOR'S FOREWORD
+
+
+The publication of these stories gives me an opportunity of expressing
+my thanks for the very cordial reception which was given to "The Young
+Visiters." I only hope that those who have been amused at the adventures
+of Ethel and Mr. Salteena will not be disappointed in those of Helen
+Winston, Leslie Woodcock, and the others whose histories now appear.
+
+"A Short Story of Love and Marriage," I wrote at eight years old. It was
+dictated to my father, who took it down faithfully word for word. My
+very first story, "Mr. Chapmer's Bride," which was also dictated, is
+among those that have been lost. "The True History of Leslie Woodcock"
+was a later production, and was written at about the age of eleven as a
+surprise for my mother on her birthday--it was originally entitled "The
+Q. I. B." (our family word for a secret)--but after the secret was out I
+changed the title. "Where Love Lies Deepest" was written when I was
+twelve, and dedicated to our governess of whom I was very fond.
+
+"The Hangman's Daughter," started at the age of about thirteen and
+finished the following year, I always consider the greatest literary
+achievement of my youth, for the reason that I put so much more effort
+into it than any of the others. By this time I had really determined to
+become an authoress (an ambition which entirely left me after my school
+days), and I put solid work into "The Hangman's Daughter" and really
+tried to write well. I shall never forget my feeling of shock when I
+read it aloud to my brothers and they laughed at the trial scene! A
+great friend of mine whose Christian name was Helen, was the heroine
+(Helen Winston) of this story. She was really a little younger than I
+was, but was far more "grown-up" in every way, a fact of which I was
+secretly rather "jellus," and it did not require much imagination on my
+part to picture what she would be at nineteen. I told her she was to be
+the heroine of my new novel, which I truly thought would thrill
+_anyone_, and I must say she was as excited as I could have wished. She
+will be amused now when she reads this book!
+
+My sister Angela's story, which she wrote at the age of eight, will
+certainly be voted the most amusing of this collection. It was the first
+she ever wrote, and it was followed by "Treacherous Mr.
+Campbell"--another lost manuscript. A great deal of "The Jealous
+Governes" she wrote herself, as will be noticed by the spelling. Other
+portions were dictated to my father and mother, and I think the nurse
+had a hand at it too.
+
+My second sister, Vera, was the artist of the nursery, and drew a
+wonderful poster to the only play I ever wrote, "A Woman's Crime." She
+wrote one story, however. It was of a pious nature, profusely
+illustrated, and entitled "Little Mary and the Angle."
+
+Since the publication of "The Young Visiters," I have often been asked
+if I don't myself think it funny. When I first discovered it--not having
+seen it since it was written--I certainly did. That is one of the most
+curious things about it--to be able to laugh at what one wrote in such
+solemn seriousness--and that is why I can never feel all the nice things
+that have been said about "The Young Visiters," are really due to me at
+all, but to a Daisy Ashford of so long ago that she seems almost
+another person. It has all been like a fairy tale, from the accidental
+finding of the original note book to the day when, at her request, I
+left a copy with my friend Miss Margaret Mackenzie, for it is to her I
+really owe the publication of the book. She showed it to Mr. Frank
+Swinnerton, and thus I was lucky enough to have it brought to the notice
+of my present publishers in England and America.
+
+But the real success of the book I owe to the great kindness of Sir
+James Barrie in writing such a wonderful preface, and I am glad to have
+this opportunity of thanking him publicly. His name gave "The Young
+Visiters" a send-off and a reading which it could not have gained on its
+own account and of this fact I am most deeply appreciative.
+
+                                                       DAISY ASHFORD.
+
+  _March, 1920._
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+                                                           PAGE
+
+          PREFACE BY IRVIN S. COBB                            v
+
+
+          BY DAISY ASHFORD
+
+          AUTHOR'S FOREWORD                                 xxi
+
+          A SHORT STORY OF LOVE AND MARRIAGE                 15
+
+          THE TRUE HISTORY OF LESLIE WOODCOCK                27
+
+          WHERE LOVE LIES DEEPEST                            67
+
+          THE HANGMAN'S DAUGHTER                            105
+
+
+          BY ANGELA ASHFORD
+
+          THE JEALOUS GOVERNES, OR THE GRANTED WISH         303
+
+
+
+
+A SHORT STORY OF LOVE AND MARRIAGE
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 1
+
+LOVE
+
+
+The house in which Mr. and Mrs. Molvern lived was one of the usual kind,
+with its red painted door and small garden looking out on a very dreamy
+park. The bed-room windows which all looked out on the front, had half
+dirty white curtains in them, above which could be seen dark red silk
+sashes of the same dirtiness.
+
+Mr. Molvern was a red haired quick tempered gentleman, with very small
+grey eyes and a clever looking pink face. He would always wear brown
+suits, but as everybody said he looked much better in black. Mrs.
+Molvern was quite on the contrary. She had indeed a quiet temper, with a
+pale delicate looking face with large brown eyes that looked at people
+with great interest, and her fair hair glistened in the sun. She
+usually wore half dirty white dresses, and in going out she wore a dark
+blue velvet jacket with black fur and a brown hat with red poppies. She
+never wore gloves except on Sundays and then she wore yellow cotton
+ones.
+
+At the present time they had a young gentleman staying with them, who
+lived in the neighbourhood. He was sitting in his room waiting for the
+town clock to strike four, because when it did he had to go out and meet
+his truelove, whose name was Edith Plush. His own name was Thomas
+Henrick, but he was known as Burke in that family. At last hearing the
+hour strike, he snatched up a felt hat, and putting it on his greasy
+head started off to meet his truelove.
+
+When he reached Mionge Lane he met his pretty truelove skipping along
+most lady-like and primly. She was dressed in a light blue dress with a
+white sash tied at the side in two knots. Her long fair hair hung down
+her back tied with a pink ribbon, and her fringe was fluttering in the
+breeze. Behind her fringe she wore a wreath of green ivy. In one hand
+she carried a leghorn hat with red and blue ribbon, and in the other a
+silken bag filled with a threepenny bit and two biscuits, and her age
+was nineteen.
+
+"Well my pretty bird," she said as she approached Burke, "I hope you
+will like to 'manger' a biscuit with me," (I may add that she was fond
+of French).
+
+"Thank you Edith," he said, "I will have one if it is a cracknell."
+
+Then Edith burst into a fit of tears and howled out, "Oh but they are
+Osbornes."
+
+"Well to dry up those moist tears, I will eat one," said Burke.
+
+"You dear!" said Edith like sunshine after rain, for the smiles had come
+on her face, as she opened her silken bag and popped one into his
+blistered hand. After this Burk and Edith walked along down the lane,
+which I forgot to say was shaded by trees all along.
+
+"Burke," said Edith after a long pause, "you have talked often enough
+and said we shall be married one day, but when it is going to come off I
+am sure I don't know."
+
+"Well my dear Edith you must recollect I am not a good dancer and have
+no nice suits, and you must recollect my people are not in this
+neighbourhood and I can't write marriage letters, and to begin with I
+don't think my people would like me to be married just yet as I am not
+quite twenty nine."
+
+"Well it is silly of you," said Edith, "after having talked to me so
+often about it, and bothered to come into my house, and sat on the
+drawing room sofa to make arrangements, and now you seem not to care for
+it a bit, just because your people are not in the neighbourhood; and
+besides I was getting quite excited about it!"
+
+"If you had only a little more reason in you," said Burke, "you might
+take it all in and understand a bit, but you are such a great stupid, so
+I must leave it alone and wait till I get a chance to speak to Mrs.
+Molvern about it--she has got a bit of sense in her if you haven't," and
+his revengeful face made poor little Edith shudder. Indeed she was now
+too frightened to answer, and she kept on trying to go home every time
+she got a chance, but Burke's quick eye caught her every time.
+
+Edith walked on slowly in front thinking what was the best way to cheer
+Burke out of his most moodful mind. At last she hit on a plan. "Burke,"
+she said "I have painted such a pretty little tray, it will just hold a
+cup of tea and a plate of toast and the paint is quite dry now, if you
+will come in and have a cup of tea with me to-day, I will gladly show it
+to you."
+
+This short but cheerful conversation of Edith's, made Burke quite forget
+their quarrel, and he turned round and said, "I will willingly come
+Edith, I know your good painting,--hark, there is four o'clock striking
+now."
+
+"So it is," said Edith pulling her hat more over her fringe.
+
+Burke and Edith walked down the quiet little village in which both their
+houses stood. At last they arrived at Edith's house which was much
+prettier than Mrs. Molvern's.
+
+"Don't you think," said Burke as he advanced to it with firm stride,
+"that you had better ring the bell, as you have a visitor with you?"
+
+"Oh, no," said Edith "my mother would be sure to say if she knew it was
+I, that I was never to ring again, giving all that trouble to the
+servants; it isn't as if you were alone."
+
+"Very well," said Burke, "I only thought perhaps it was best."
+
+Edith smiled at him as she went up the front door steps. She led him
+into her pretty little bed-room to take off his things while she took
+off hers.
+
+"How very comfortable all looks" said Burke, "I feel quite inclined to
+write a note at that pretty little table there."
+
+"Oh indeed but you shan't," said Edith just beginning her snappy temper,
+but Burke forgot to reply to her.
+
+They then went down and had some tea and Burke much admired the pretty
+tray of Edith's. They had for tea some cold ham (the remainder of the
+luncheon) some toasted buns, a sago pudding, a dried bloater and a
+couple of shrimps.
+
+After this Edith threatened to hate Burke if he would not arrange about
+the marriage.
+
+"Look here, I wish you would talk of something else," said Burke, "I
+have a good mind not to marry you at all."
+
+But at this Edith clung so wretchedly to his knees that he had to say,
+"well, to-morrow morning."
+
+So that next morning Burke walked along down the village trying to make
+out where his own dear Edith could be.
+
+Just as he was thinking of going up to her house he saw Norah Mackie
+and Evelyn Slattery coming along together.
+
+"Your friend," they said chaffingly, "is picking some old geraniums in
+the front garden."
+
+Burke stared at them straight and putting out his tongue once or twice,
+walked on to find his darling pet.
+
+"I wish my sister Mary was here," echoed Evelyn, "she would soon strike
+out at you." And they walked on grumbling at his impudence.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 2
+
+MARRIAGE
+
+
+"Well pretty dear," said Burke as he approached Edith's garden.
+
+"Angel! I have been waiting for you to come and talk about the wedding."
+
+"Yes I am perfectly settled," said Burke, and he began: "I have written
+to my people and they have written back to say yes I may marry you, and
+kind Mrs. Molvern is having such a nice wedding suit made for me, and I
+think we will be prepared to receive the Sacrament of Matrimony next
+Thursday."
+
+"Thank you so much," said Edith "suppose we talk about it now here on
+this sunny bench."
+
+Burke lifted up his coat tails and squatted himself down. "The first
+thing to find out about," he said, "is about asking Father Fanty to
+marry us."
+
+"Yes, now I have hit upon a plan this very minute," said Edith, "you
+will write a letter to him. I have got a rather crumpled bit of paper in
+my pocket, and as most men have got a pen in their pockets most likely
+you have got one."
+
+"Indeed I have," said Burke, "and a threepenny blotter too."
+
+As for ink, Edith had a halfpenny bottle in her pocket. So Burke began
+like this:
+
+             "DEAR REV. FATHER FANTY,
+
+          I hope your kindness does not mind marrying us
+          Miss Edith Plush and myself. We are both capable
+          of receiving the Sacrament of Matrimony on
+          Thursday next if quite convenient to you. Hoping
+          you will excuse my craving for Matrimony,
+
+                                 Your sincerely,
+                                          THOMAS HENRICK."
+
+Burke told Edith's maid to run to the Presbytery with the letter and
+wait for an answer. About a quarter of an hour afterwards this exquisite
+and most graceful letter came from Father Fanty.
+
+             "MOST DEAR T. HENRICK,
+
+          On Thursday I am free from all engagement and am
+          most willing to marry you, and give a charming
+          wedding breakfast in my lovely harmonium room. So
+          with my best congratulations on your coming
+          marriage,
+
+                              I am,
+                     Your affectionate priest,
+                                         FATHER FANTY."
+
+So on the following Thursday Burke and Edith were dressed as I shall
+mention now. The timid darling lady had on a most lovely sky blue
+coloured dress with a high bustle, and it was blossomed over with sham
+daisies tied on with green ribbon. On her head she wore a wreath of
+yellow roses, and her white veil reached down to the top of her stays.
+White kid gloves, and as the sleeves of her dress were rather short, her
+red beef coloured hands showed between. She had pretty white velvet
+boots with grass green buttons, and washed out red stockings. In her
+hand she held a bunch of green ivy.
+
+The strong and bold bridegroom wore a red swallow tailed coat, with a
+green silk sash tied in front. He had black knickerbockers and white
+woollen socks, and black dressing slippers, and he carried a bowler in
+his hand.
+
+When they arrived at the church the marriage was splendid, but the bare
+legs of Burke were not much appreciated.
+
+For the wedding breakfast they had several cups of Bouillon Fleet, and
+eight of Bovril. They had six Vanilla cream puddings and strawberry ices
+by the score; but they kept the blinds drawn down in case vulgar little
+boys should loom in and say "give us a slice," while the leg of pork was
+being cut.
+
+For their honeymoon, they went to the south of India, and seven hours
+after they got there they had two twin babies, a boy and a girl which
+they called Abraham and Sarah, because they were fond of those holy
+saints.
+
+So we will say goodbye to this two chaptered story.
+
+
+
+
+THE TRUE HISTORY OF LESLIE WOODCOCK
+
+
+
+
+To
+
+DEAREST MOTHER
+
+FROM
+
+DAISY ON HER BIRTHDAY
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 1
+
+INTRODUCING THE FAMILY
+
+
+"Sylvia Sylvia" cried a man's voice in the hall. "Where is that child?"
+
+"Coming" answered the child for so she was always called by her Uncle
+Richard although in years she was close on 19.
+
+And she turned to obey the summons, a deep flush mounted to her usually
+too pale cheeks, and lighted up her whole countenance.
+
+Sylvia Monton was little more than a baby when her parents were both
+drowned whilst on their way to India where Captain Monton was to join
+his regiment. So little Sylvia was left an orphan and her mothers only
+brother Richard Earlsdown came forward to take charge of her being a
+bachelor and possessing no children of his own.
+
+At the time our history opens Sylvia was a tall thin girl with a fair
+and saddened face, which was only enlivened by the sky blue of her
+eyes--she had golden hair which she wore combed back from her white and
+noble forehead and arranged in heavy waves round her small and shapely
+head--a small rosebud mouth which when wide open displayed 2 rows of
+pearly white teeth. Small white hands adorned by 3 golden rings and a
+tiny round nose which she daintily touched now and again with a lace
+hankerchief.
+
+It was 3 oclock on a dismal afternoon late in February and the place was
+on the boarders of the Sussex downs.
+
+"What a rainy day for our walk Uncle" sighed Sylvia as she approached
+her uncle who was still waiting in the hall.
+
+"I wish it were finer my dear" said Mr. Earlsdown opening a large
+unbrella manfully.
+
+Mr. Earlsdown was an elderly man between 50 and 60, he had iron grey
+hair and a long bushy beard to corrospond, sharp grey eyes and a would
+be handsome face but for a stern forbidding expression it habitually
+wore. He was broad and stout and had a manfull way of carelessly
+swinging his arms that gave him many friends. Not only this but he had a
+loud hearty voice that he knew how to use with a will.
+
+Here Mr. Earlsdown proceeded to turn up his trouser tips and offering
+his large umbrella to his niece cried in his hearty voice "let us brave
+the storm."
+
+Just then a gust of wind blew Sylvia's dainty toque down a side street.
+"Oh uncle" she gasped dropping the gingham in her dismay "do go and
+fetch it," but ere she uttered the words a tall handsome fellow
+approached bearing his head and displaying the lost hat in his hand.
+
+"Oh thank you" cried Sylvia a beautiful blush mounting her fair cheeks
+"I am so very grateful to you."
+
+"I am afraid it is rather dusty" said the newcomer taking out a lovely
+silk hankerchief and preparing to wipe the charming object
+
+"Don't trouble sir" said Mr. Earlsdown and taking out a large red
+kerchief he seized the hat in his huge hand and pounded it vigorously.
+"Oh uncle gently" cried Sylvia "you will spoil my feathers
+
+"I know what I am about my dear" said Mr. Earlsdown "and you sir come
+and see us to-morrow, my child will be glad of a caller."
+
+"Oh indeed I shall" cried Sylvia blushing.
+
+And Leslie Woodcock, for that was the handsome fellows name raised his
+hat and bowed low saying "I shall be delighted my dear sir, but might I
+ask what your address is.
+
+"Certainly my man" exclaimed Mr. Earlsdown as with a hearty laugh he
+produced a little card on which was written
+
+                                  R. EARLSDOWN ESQ,
+                                         Yellowflower Hall
+                                                    Mayfield Sussex
+
+Leslie bowed once more and taking the card moved gently away. What took
+place after this will be reserved for our next chapter.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 2
+
+LESLIE WOODCOCK
+
+
+The hero of my story I will now describe.
+
+Leslie Woodcock was about 6 feet in his stockings and fine and well
+built. He had very dark brown hair neatly parted at one side, a curly
+moustache of the same shade and deep brown eyes always half shut. He had
+a large straight nose and mouth to correspond and white well shaped
+hands and feet, that set off this good looking young man.
+
+It was about half past 3 oclock on the following afternoon when Leslie
+Woodcock dressed in a light grey suit and crimson tie, black felt bowler
+and fur lined overcoat, started for Yellowflower Hall.
+
+Sylvia who had been expecting him all the morning was pleased to hear
+the front door bell ring, and hurried to the window to wave her hand, as
+she knew it _must_ be the good looking stranger.
+
+Just then the drawing room door was flung open and the butler announced
+Mr. Woodcock "Oh good afternoon" said Sylvia rushing from the window to
+greet the visitor "how good of you to come in all this pouring rain."
+
+"It was a bad day to come, but I was true to my word" answered our hero
+warmly shaking hands.
+
+"Yes indeed how wet you must be" said Sylvia and then turning to the
+butler she added "Johnson inform Mr. Earlsdown that Mr. Woodcock is
+here."
+
+In about 3 minutes a heavy step was heard and Mr. Earlsdown came
+bounding into the room laughing loudly.
+
+"How do Mr. Woodcock" he gasped between his peals of laughter "I didn't
+at all expect you, in fact I forgot all about you" and here he sank into
+a chair and offered a snuff box to his friend.
+
+"Thanks" said Leslie streching out his long thin fingers and taking a
+small pinch which he silently dropped on the floor as being so young he
+was afraid it would make him sick.
+
+"You'll stop to tea wont you?" asked Sylvia arranging the folds of her
+green silk dress.
+
+"Thank you I will if it is no trouble" said Leslie and a smile passed
+over his thin lips.
+
+In a few moments Johnson and another footman brought in tea from the
+conservatory on a silver tray.
+
+"Now Mr. Woodcock please to help yourself" said Mr. Earlsdown offering
+him three or four plates of sugar and other cakes. Leslie took a small
+jam wafer and proceeded to nibble it quietly. "How far did you come?"
+asked the girl as she was busy pouring out tea.
+
+"Not very far" responded Leslie lifting his full brown eyes to her face.
+"I live in Astma House upon the high road.
+
+"Oh I see" replied Sylvia with a nod of her fair head, "you have sisters
+and brothers then? for I have seen them coming in and out."
+
+"I have two sisters and a cousin" replied Leslie.
+
+"_Oh_ what are their names? asked Sylvia who had a very curious nature.
+
+"My sisters are Violet and Hilda and my cousin is Albert Morris."
+
+"Oh what sweet names" cried the girl "I wish you would bring them here
+some day."
+
+"Perhaps I will" said Leslie "but Albert does not care for calling he is
+a very quiet fellow.
+
+"I am sure I should like him. I love boys" said Sylvia.
+
+Here Leslie thought he had better be going so taking his hat and gloves
+he shook hands after first promising to bring his family the next time
+he came.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 3
+
+THE BALL
+
+
+About 3 months after the events recorded in our last chapter Mr.
+Woodcock decided to give a ball in honour of his daughter Violets
+coming of age. So he sent out about 20 invitations and Leslie made quite
+sure that Sylvia was amongst the list of invited people.
+
+At last the happy day arrived and as the carriages drew up in front of
+Astma House Leslie's form might be seen standing on the door step
+looking out for when Sylvia would arrive. At last she came and Leslie
+offered his hand to help her up the steps.
+
+Sylvia was attired in costly white satin with an edging of beaver round
+the skirt. The body was trimmed with real Venetian Point. Upon her hands
+she wore pink kid gloves and in her hair a pink may blossom. Her small
+well formed feet were clad in white high heeled shoes and silk
+stockings.
+
+"I am afraid I am late Leslie" she said as she entered the hall "but I
+had such a bother to fix my hair, my maid was out you see" she added
+blushing
+
+"Oh never mind" said Leslie taking Sylvia's cloak and hanging it up "let
+us come into the drawing room and join in this walse.
+
+Sylvia's programme was soon filled and she danced till she was tired and
+at last while resting in an arm chair she was not sorry to see Hilda
+Woodcock approaching her with a strawberry ice.
+
+"Leslie is going to bring you some jelly or cream pudding in a minute"
+she said handing Sylvia the tray.
+
+In an instant Leslie came up to her and handing her a jelly retired
+quickly saying he would be back soon.
+
+At that moment Sylvia felt a touch on her arm and looking round found
+herself face to face with Albert Morris, a short red haired young man
+about 22.
+
+"Oh what is it?" cried Sylvia jumping up from her seat.
+
+"Nothing much" replied Albert quietly "only as you are disingaged will
+you have a valse with me."
+
+"I really can't" answered Sylvia hotly "I _am_ so tired. I have been
+dancing all the evening."
+
+"Very well" said Albert and he went away and Sylvia turning round saw
+Leslie sitting beside a young lady gently fanning her and talking to
+her.
+
+An angry flush mounted to her fair cheeks and for a moment she could
+barely keep her temper, then without a minutes hesitation she walked
+boldly towards Leslie and his friend. Leslie jumped up when he saw her
+approach "I was just coming to look for you Sylvia" he said and getting
+up he followed her to the end of the room.
+
+"Who was that person I saw you talking to so lovingly?" asked Sylvia.
+
+"Oh that was Isobel May Saunders, a great friend of mine" replied Leslie
+with a short laugh.
+
+"So I should think a _great_ friend" answered Sylvia angrily "and by the
+way you were talking to her I should think you were engaged to her."
+
+"Look here Sylvia don't be angry" said Leslie slowly "but I _was_ going
+to have made her my wife once but since I met you I have thought better
+of it--please don't say any more about it."
+
+"Oh Leslie" cried Sylvia in surprise "but does the poor girl believe
+that you love her
+
+"To tell you the truth Sylvia" replied Leslie getting very red as he
+spoke "my belief is that Isobel thinks I love her and as I can not throw
+her over altogether that is why you saw me speaking to her just then."
+
+"But what is your reason for not marrying her?" cried Sylvia.
+
+"Well because I thought I would rather marry someone else" said Leslie
+blushing and looking straight into her face.
+
+"But who do you want to marry?" said Sylvia blushing in her turn.
+
+"You dearest" he replied in an undertone "ever since the day I came to
+call upon your uncle I have set my heart on making you my wife. Do you
+think you love me enough to marry me?"
+
+"I think I do Leslie" said Sylvia getting very hot "but I must speak to
+uncle about it first."
+
+"Don't forget" said Leslie in a beseeching tone "and let me know as soon
+as possible."
+
+So the whole of that evening Leslie and Sylvia kept together but as
+Leslie was helping Sylvia on with her cloak, Sylvia saw Isobel Saunders
+gazing at Leslie with a look which went straight to her heart.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 4
+
+AFTER THE BALL
+
+
+Before we go on any further we had better say a word about Isobel
+Saunders.
+
+She was the only daughter of Colonel Saunders of the 159th who having
+lost a lot of money in the army was now in very poor circumstances. His
+wife had died five years previously and left him with three sons and a
+daughter. The eldest son William was a tall stout elderly man of about
+25 who followed his father's profession. Robert the next was fair and
+delicate looking taking after his mother and lived very much at home and
+was just 21 years of age. The youngest son Frederick who was Isobel's
+junior by 4 years was still at school.
+
+Isobel, who at the time my story opens had just attained the age of 20
+years was 5 feet 3 inches in height, she had thick dark hair fashionably
+dressed and a massive fringe over her stately forehead. She had
+bewitching brown eyes from which long lashes swept her cheeks. She had
+an aqueline nose and a bright complextion. She had nice feet and was
+fairly podgy.
+
+It was 10 o'clock on the morning after the ball, when Colonel Saunders
+came into the breakfast room with an open letter in his hand.
+
+"Here is some news for you Isobel" he said "Your aunt Miss Vickers
+intends favouring us with one of her weekly visits she will arrive this
+afternoon by the 3 o'clock train, so mind and have everything ready or
+there will be a fine fuss."
+
+"Oh dear" exclaimed Isobel preparing to pour out the whisky for her
+father. "I always dread Aunt Sophia's visits."
+
+"Yes indeed she is an old nuisance but we must make the best of her and
+after all a week is not long."
+
+"That is true" replied Isobel "but still it adds to my other troubles."
+and with a sigh she ran up to prepare the bedroom.
+
+The town clock was striking 4 when a cab drew up at Vebena Villa and
+Isobel flew to open the front door.
+
+"How are you dear Aunt! she exclaimed.
+
+"Well my dear I am not as well as might be expected. I have had a severe
+cold and my servants have worried me so much I thought a week's rest
+might do me good" answered the fidgety dame hastening into the drawing
+room and taking a seat she proceeded to give Isobel a list of all her
+complaints and when she had come to an end of them she turned to her
+niece saying "Please tell Jane to take my box up and then after I have
+had some tea I will go to bed, I have had a long and fatiging journey."
+
+Here will be a good time to explain Miss Vickers, she was tall and
+angular and thin with black hair slightly grey which she wore in an
+untidy nob behind, she had dark piercing eyes that always seemed to find
+out other people's business.
+
+Isobel smiled as the door closed on the tall and portly frame of her
+aunt and she began to re-arrange the room which already in 10 minutes
+Miss Vickers had turned upside down.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 5
+
+AFTER THE BALL (_continued_)
+
+
+Whilst this scene was taking place at Vebena Villa, a very different one
+was going on at Yellowflower Hall.
+
+While sitting at the breakfast table Sylvia Monton was wondering how to
+ask her uncle if she might come to terms with Leslie Woodcock.
+
+Presently Mr. Earlsdown rose from his chair and seizing his pipe he
+entered his study roaring 'Private Tommy Atkins' at the top of his loud
+voice.
+
+"I am afraid my uncle is in one of his boisterous moods" sighed Sylvia
+finishing her coffee, "but he does get so excited poor uncle especially
+when he has been out the night before. I don't remember seeing much of
+him at the ball. I was so taken up with Leslie. I am rather glad I did
+not see him though for nothing would induce him to wear evening clothes
+or a shirt front and he insisted on going in his bicycling suit and such
+a soiled red tie and _oh_ his hair it was really like a crows nest, I
+don't know what Mr. and Mrs. Woodcock would have said if he had suddenly
+burst out with that dreadful 'Tommy Atkins.' but there poor uncle he
+_has_ such spirits."
+
+So saying Sylvia skipped into her uncle's study.
+
+"Hullo hullo my lassie" he cried tossing down last week's 'Pick me up.'
+
+"I wanted to speak to you Uncle" said Sylvia putting her trembling hand
+on Mr. Earlsdown's shoulder.
+
+"Talk away then" said Mr. Earlsdown "I am prepared for the very worst
+news."
+
+"It's nothing much" said the girl "only--
+
+"Wake up wake up my child" said her uncle "only what?"
+
+"Only that Leslie Woodcock has asked me to marry him and with your
+permission I will accept."
+
+"I dare say you will" said Mr. Earlsdown "but I am not going to give my
+consent" replied the excitable gentleman "I am not going to see you
+marry a begger."
+
+"But uncle he is not a begger" cried Sylvia "he is well off, honest and
+dependable"
+
+"I dare say he is all that" said Mr. Earlsdown "dependable indeed! why
+ten to one when you have been married to him a month he will devoice you
+for some other girl he is silly enough to prefer; no no you shall marry
+a lord, that is what I want for my money, so next time you see young
+Woodcock just send him about his business, impudent young fellow!!"
+
+"Uncle have _some_ mercy" here burst from Sylvia's pale lips "I'll
+never marry any one else" and with a cry of "Leslie _my_ Leslie" she
+fled from the room and flinging herself on her own bed gave way to
+bitter tears.
+
+But finally taking heart of grace she siezed her blotting book and
+poured forth these heart rending words.
+
+             MY OWN,
+
+          Owing to my merciless uncle I am forced to give
+          you up as he thinks to marry a lord, but _no
+          never!_ my Leslie and although I may never see you
+          again think of me always as I shall of you and
+          believe me to be
+
+                                Yours and yours alone
+                                                   SYLVIA.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 6
+
+THE ELOPEMENT
+
+
+It was past 2 o'clock before Leslie received Sylvia's wretched appeal.
+
+It was brought to him in his room whilst dressing for an afternoon
+party. Leslie read it carefully through and then throwing it on the
+floor seezed his head in his hands and thought it over.
+
+Presently he looked up with, a determined expression on his face "I must
+marry her" he cried, and then sitting down he picked up a sheet of
+writing paper and prepared to answer the note and this was what he said.
+
+             MY BEST LOVED
+
+          If you will agree to this plan I will marry you
+          yet. Have all your wants packed up this evening by
+          6 o'clock and we will elope together dearest and
+          when we are one, we will go to America and make
+          our fortunes.
+
+                                  Ever dearest
+                                        YOUR OWN LESLIE.
+
+He then told one of the servants to take the above to Yellowflower Hall
+and give it into Miss Monton's hands, and wait for her answer.
+
+The servant soon returned to say that the young lady would agree to the
+plan.
+
+Leslie then began to collect his stockings and under garments and whilst
+rummaging in his wardrobe he heard something drop on the floor. He
+stooped to pick it up, it was a photograph of Isobel Saunders.
+
+"Poor Isobel" murmured Leslie and wrapping the photo up he put it in his
+pocket. "I wonder what she will think of me when she knows."
+
+At 5 o'clock the housemaid came to tell tea was ready.
+
+"Oh bring me a cup of tea up here, "I am not feeling very well" said
+Leslie as she closed the door.
+
+At 1/4 to 6 Leslie slipped out by the back door. He was attired in a
+long old fashioned ulster, a deer stalking cap, large golosha boots, and
+a hunting suit as he had gone to hunt for Sylvia. On his right arm he
+carried a bag containing clean under linen and other odds and ends also
+his money consisting of £40 in ready gold. He entered the garden of
+Yellowflower Hall and stole up unseen to Sylvia's room. He found her
+standing by the table buttoning her jacket with nervous trembling
+fingers.
+
+"Oh Leslie!" she cried as he entered the room "I am so glad you have
+come" and saying this she fell back in a chair and fainted dead away.
+
+Leslie caught hold of the water jug and wetting a sponge applied it to
+her white face, and by this and the aid of smelling saults, Sylvia soon
+revived.
+
+"I am so nervous" she said "Oh Leslie shall we ever get away in safety?"
+
+"Yes dearest yes" whispered the lover, "trust me darling and you will be
+alright."
+
+"I am ready now" said Sylvia in a weak voice as she put a packet of
+biscuits into her bundle.
+
+"I'll carry your luggage" said Leslie picking up her bundle which was
+tied in a white tablecloth.
+
+Sylvia had been more particular than Leslie as to her luggage. Besides
+all her under-linen she had with her two pairs of clean sheets and
+pillow cases, some bath towels and soap, likewise a sponge and a yard of
+flannel (in case she lost any) a flask of brandy, some new potatoes and
+a tooth brush.
+
+Sylvia's window opened into the lawn so it was easy to escape and once
+off the high road she and Leslie felt safe.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 7
+
+THE LODGINGS
+
+
+Leslie and Sylvia having tramped until midnight found themselves weary
+and footsore at London.
+
+"I can't afford very good lodgings" said Leslie "my money must last
+until I get employment.
+
+"Where shall we go then?" said Sylvia.
+
+"To some common lodging house" said Leslie "you see _you_ have clean
+sheets if they are needful--ah there is the lodging house."
+
+So he and Sylvia approached a filthy house at the end of a narrow
+street, Leslie knocked at the door and after waiting 10 minutes a dirty
+old woman with a candle in her hand, opened the door.
+
+"What is it you want? she said, "disturbing me this time of night!"
+
+"We have come for a lodging" said our hero "how much would it be?"
+
+"4d a night single" said the old woman "and 2d extra if you want a drop
+of water to wash with."
+
+Leslie's heart sank within him at these words but he felt bound to
+accept saying "I hope the beds and the water are clean."
+
+"Clean enough I'm sure" said the old woman "considering they have only
+been used a few times." so saying she led them up a rickety stair case
+into a shabby little room.
+
+"The bed ain't made yet said Old Nan pointing to a heap of rags in the
+corner.
+
+"Thank you" said Leslie and locking the door he turned to Sylvia who by
+this time was wandering hopelessly about the filthy garret.
+
+"We'll make the bed anyhow" said Leslie "get out your sheets Sylvia."
+
+She obeyed and Leslie kneeling on the floor began to sort out the rags.
+He found an old blanket which being a shade cleaner than the others he
+laid upon the floor covering it with a clean sheet; then stuffing his
+jacket inside the pillow case he made it into a pillow, he then laid
+another sheet over that and covered it with his and Sylvia's overcoats,
+he pronounced the bed made.
+
+"How very dreadful!" gasped Sylvia "I can not sleep upon that bed."
+
+"You must" said Leslie throwing open the window to air the room.
+
+The next morning Leslie, who had sat by the open window all night began
+to collect the bed clothes and turning to Sylvia said "we will get out
+of this as soon as ever we can."
+
+Then finding a drop of filthy water in a cracked basin he proceeded to
+wash his face and hands, though Sylvia said she would rather go dirty
+than use such water.
+
+Just then Old Nan entred and looking round said "well now I hope you
+have had a pleasant night."
+
+"Oh very" stammered poor Leslie.
+
+"I think we are going now, if you will tell me what it comes to."
+
+"Well let me see" said Old Nan
+
+"2 beds and 2 washes--
+
+"But I didn't wash" said Sylvia
+
+"And _I_ didn't go to bed" said Leslie
+
+"Then it will be 6d growled Old Nan. and after paying their landlady
+Leslie and Sylvia fled for their lives.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 9
+
+THE MARRIAGE
+
+
+"I Wonder where we can find a church to be married in" said Sylvia.
+
+"We dont look as though we were _going_ to be married" said Leslie "and
+I feel so soiled after sleeping in that lodging house."
+
+"I should think you do" said Sylvia "I never felt so dirty in my
+life--why there is a church Leslie"
+
+"Yes I know but I mean to buy you a white veil and a piece of lace" said
+Leslie "here is a shilling get what you can"
+
+Sylvia hurried across the road and soon returned with a yard of book
+muslin for a veil and 1/2 a yard of furniture lace.
+
+"That will do" said Leslie and they entered the church.
+
+A middle aged man was busy lighting the church lamps and stared
+hopelessly as the couple entered.
+
+"Please are you the clergyman?" asked Leslie.
+
+"No" said the man "Mr. Roberts who is sorting surplices in the vestry is
+the parson."
+
+"Can we speak to him" said Leslie quietly
+
+"Yes sir" replied the man opening the vestry door.
+
+"Oh are you the clergyman?" said Leslie to a tall dark man who was just
+folding up some clean linen.
+
+"Yes I am" replied the said gentleman "can I do anything for you?"
+
+"Well we wanted to be married" said Leslie bashfully "if this young lady
+may put her veil on in the vestry we could then wait in the church till
+you are at leisure."
+
+"Yes I think I have time" said Mr. Roberts glancing at his watch "please
+sign your names in this book and I will ring the bell for the acolyte"
+
+So saying he touched a spring bell and very soon a small fair-haired boy
+appeared in the door way.
+
+"Take two lighted candles into the church Tommy" said Mr. Roberts "and
+place two kneeling chairs in the aisle."
+
+Tommy obeyed and very soon Sylvia and Leslie were kneeling side by side
+in the church.
+
+About 5 minutes afterwards our hero and heroine walked out husband and
+wife!!
+
+"Let us have our wedding breakfast at the Gaiety restaurant" said Leslie
+and hailing a handsom the married couple stepped in.
+
+"What would you like my dear" said Leslie sitting down at a ready laid
+table.
+
+"I'd like rabbit pie and apple fritters and a cup of coffee please" said
+Sylvia throwing off her gloves and displaying her newly put on wedding
+ring.
+
+"Very good my dear" said Leslie "and I will have a slice of roast pork
+and suet pudding and treacle and beer and soda mixed that is a mild B
+and S my dear"
+
+Half way through his pork Leslie pulled out a letter from his pocket and
+after piercing at it for two or three minutes he read as follows.
+
+
+                                  Homer Villa, Margate.
+
+            DEAR SIR,
+
+          I shall be very please to acomodate you for a
+          fortnight. You can have a good sized bedroom,
+          parlour and dining room for 3 guineas per week
+          including everything else. I shall expect you
+          tonight so
+
+                     Believe me to be
+                                 Yours very truly
+                                            MARY MASON.
+
+"This _is_ good news my dear" said Leslie "if you have done your pie we
+will take the first train to Margate, hand me your bundle and we will
+start."
+
+It was not a very long journey but Sylvia who was very tired was not
+sorry to hear the porters screaming "Margate station."
+
+A pony cart from Homer Villa was waiting for them and Leslie and Sylvia
+were soon at their lodgings.
+
+A fat good tempered looking woman showed them into a comfortable
+parlour where a lovely tea consisting of ham sandwiches, poached eggs,
+tea and bread and butter was waiting for them. And here we will leave
+them to enjoy it while we take the train back to Mayfield.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 10
+
+THE CONFUSION
+
+
+About 1/4 to 8 o'clock the dressing bell at Yellowflower Hall pealed
+forth its usual summons.
+
+"I am glad dinner is so nearly ready" said untidy Mr. Earlsdown
+straightening his tie and running a comb through his hair "I'll go and
+have a quiet glass of claret while I am waiting--perhaps Sylvia will
+appear by then."
+
+Mr. Earlsdown had just drained his glass when Johnson brought in some
+pea soup, bacon and green cabbage, merangues and chocolate pudding.
+
+"Don't trouble about ringing the second bell Johnson" said Mr. Earlsdown
+"just call Miss Monton and I will begin."
+
+So saying he began to serve out the bacon on a golden plate.
+
+"Where is that child" said Mr. Earlsdown after having 3 serves of the
+bacon.
+
+Just then Johnson entered with a very long face "If you please sir" he
+said "Miss Monton is nowhere in the house and her room Mary says is
+_that_ untidy, you'd think a wild menagerie had been there."
+
+"Bless my life" exclaimed Mr. Earlsdown throwing down his fork and
+tossing his table napkin to the butler.
+
+Forthwith he rushed upstairs to his niece's room and the sight which met
+his eyes was enough to astonish even Mr. Earlsdown. A pile of linen
+stood in a corner of the room, hats, jackets and various articles of
+clothing were scattered in every direction and at last on the bed a
+letter adressed in Sylvia's hand to himself and this is what it said.
+
+              UNCLE,
+
+          Please do not worry yourself about me. I am quite
+          safe under the charge of Leslie Woodcock. We shall
+          be in London to-night but from that day forth I
+          dont know where we shall be. My name from now is
+
+                                     SYLVIA WOODCOCK.
+
+As Mr. Earlsdown read this coldly worded epistle he flashed his eyes and
+stamped heavily on the floor.
+
+"Why bless the girl" he screamed "I'll have her back within an inch of
+her life" so saying he tore out of the bedroom and called for Johnson.
+
+The butler came running upstairs to receive his orders.
+
+Johnson take the first train to London and search everywhere for traces
+of Mr. and Mrs. Woodcock" and handing the butler 2/6 he sent him off by
+the 8.8 to London.
+
+Meanwhile there was also great confusion at Astmer House. On the summons
+to dinner Leslie was found missing.
+
+"Dear me" exclaimed Mrs. Woodcock jumping up and knocking over a soup
+tureen "Albert go and look for your cousin."
+
+"Oh _he_ is alright" answered Albert "there is no need to fuss."
+
+"Yes there is you heartless boy, go and look for my son at once."
+
+"Oh bother" said Albert flinging down his book.
+
+"Dont snap" said Mrs. Woodcock as Albert dashed furiously out of the
+room.
+
+He returned within 1/4 of an hour to say he could find no traces of
+Leslie except his tooth-brush in the back garden and a pocket
+handkerchief on the stairs.
+
+"Oh I hope he is not lost" cried Mrs. Woodcock "my dear son, where can
+he be?"
+
+"Oh but you have me" said Albert with a faint smile.
+
+"What do I care for you?" said Mrs. Woodcock bitterly.
+
+Albert immediately began shuffling about and took a drink of water to
+hide his blushes.
+
+"As you are so _very_ stupid" continued Mrs. Woodcock "perhaps you can
+_manage_ to walk ** far as Yellowflower Hall and see if you find any
+traces of Leslie."
+
+Albert pushed on his hat and stamped out and returned in 1/2 hour in a
+rather more excited mood than he went out.
+
+"I say Aunt" he cried running into the dining room "would you believe it
+just by that railing near Yellowflower Hall I found Miss Monton's shoe
+and Leslie's watch key, I brought both back to show it is true."
+
+Mrs. Woodcock uttered a terrified "Oh" and sank nearly unconscious on
+the sofa.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 11
+
+JOHNSON'S SEARCH
+
+
+Johnson arrived in London at 25 minutes to ten. It was a dark foggy
+night and the air was cold. Johnson gave a shiver as he wrapped his
+ulster round him.
+
+He wandered hopelessly about for an hour or two and oddly enough he took
+the very same lodgings as Sylvia and Leslie had spent their first night
+in London; being in that part of the city and too tired to look for
+better apartments.
+
+Towards noon on the following day Johnson encountered a friend, Thomas
+Bench by name, and forgetting all about his errand he turned into a
+public house close by to enjoy a quiet drink with his friend.
+
+"What are you up here for Jim?" said Thomas Bench.
+
+"Well" said Johnson stirring up his hot whisky and water "its rather a
+serious matter, my master's niece has gone and run away with her young
+man and I am on the look out for her."
+
+"Aye aye" answered Bench scratching his oily head "what sort of a young
+miss is she eh?"
+
+"Well she's a pretty sort of girl with plenty of fair hair and blue eyes
+there is no mistaking she belongs to the upper ten my man"
+
+"Oh indeed" replied Bench taking a piece of blue paper from his pocket
+"what is the young lady's name?"
+
+"Miss Morton by your leave" roared the butler.
+
+"Well" replied Bench "look here." Johnson snatched the bit of crumpled
+paper and read it through. On the paper was written
+
+                   MISS SYLVIA MONTON.
+                      Homer Villa, Margate.
+
+"Mercy" screamed Johnson "wherever did you find it?"
+
+"Well" replied Thomas Bench "I was walking in Orange Alley where old Nan
+lives and outside the door I found this scrap of paper, what do you
+think it means old pal?"
+
+"I should say" said Johnson biting his lips "it looks as though it meant
+that our young lady had taken up her abode there."
+
+"So should I" said Bench with a broad grin and so saying the two men
+walked out arm in arm. Outside they parted and Johnson took the first
+train for Margate and whilst waiting at the station a telegram was
+brought to him by dirty old Nan.
+
+Tearing it open he found it was from Mayfield saying Mr. Earlsdown was
+dying and he was wanted at once.
+
+"Oh lor!" ejaculated the butler making a rush for the ticket office.
+Johnson did not arrive at Mayfield till 4.0 o'clock, then he instantly
+made his way to Mr. Earlsdown's bedroom.
+
+All the servants in the household were standing round the bed and on it
+lay the unconscious figure of Mr. Earlsdown.
+
+"What is it?" cried Johnson pushing his way through the crowd.
+
+"Appoplexy" answered Susan the housemaid holding her apron to her
+streaming eyes "the poor dear master was so excited thinking about Miss
+Monton and then all of a sudden he received a note telling of the
+engagement of Mr. Albert Morris with Miss Saunders and then that sent
+him off because he always wanted Mr. Albert to marry Miss Monton, and
+when Mary went into the drawing room, there he was in a fit."
+
+Just then the door opened and in walked Doctor Mason. The result of his
+visit will be seen later on.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 12
+
+SYLVIA'S RETURN
+
+
+It was a beautiful morning about 3 or 4 days after our hero and
+heroine's arrival at Margate. Leslie was just finishing his coffee and
+toast and Sylvia was sitting near the window glancing over the morning
+paper.
+
+Suddenly her rosy face turned deadly pale and the paper nearly dropped
+from her trembling fingers.
+
+"What is is dearest?" asked Leslie placing his arm around her waist and
+kissing her pallid forehead "has anything in the paper shaken your
+nerves?"
+
+"Oh Leslie Leslie" shrieked Sylvia falling into his arms "read this and
+be satisfied that my nerves _are_ shaken."
+
+Leslie siezed the paper and read as follows:
+
+          "Mayfield Sussex. Last Tuesday Mr. Richard George
+          Earlsdown of Yellowflower Hall was siezed with
+          appoplexy. On that same day he had prevented his
+          neice from marrying a certain gentleman of the
+          neighbourhood and _she_ has run away with her
+          intended, viz Mr. Leslie Alexander Woodcock.
+
+          Mr. Earlsdown is now repenting that his consent
+          was not given to his heartless niece and that if
+          she comes back before he dies, married or
+          unmarried, she will receive his love and
+          forgiveness for ever; he is now in a dying state
+          and we fear that unless his niece soon returns he
+          will decidedly expire."
+
+"Shall you go home" asked Leslie quietly.
+
+"Yes yes" exclaimed Sylvia "Oh Leslie help me to pack, I feel too weak."
+
+The trunks were soon packed and the heart broken couple were on their
+way to Mayfield. Arriving at the Hall Sylvia flew up to her uncle's room
+and throwing herself on the floor shook the room with ear piercing sobs.
+
+"Who is crying?" presently asked Mr. Earlsdown.
+
+"It is me uncle--your repentant niece."
+
+Mr. Earlsdown gave a contented smile and turned away his head.
+Presently he turned round and his eyes fell upon Sylvia's white hand on
+the counterpane.
+
+"Mrs. Woodcock I see" he said with a smile looking at the golden wedding
+ring on Sylvia's third finger.
+
+"Yes Uncle" said Sylvia in a low tone "But you wont leave me till I am
+better will you child" said her uncle.
+
+"Never uncle" said Sylvia "never to your dying day."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 13
+
+HOW IT ENDED
+
+
+Seven years have elapsed since the events told in our last chapter and
+our scene once more changes to the ball room at Asmer House. Leslie and
+Sylvia no longer newly married people are sitting by the piano and
+opposite to them on the sofa are Isobel Saunders and Albert Woodcock.
+Presently Albert advances to the piano and asks Sylvia to sing a song.
+
+"Yes if I can get anyone to play my accompaniment" says Sylvia.
+
+"I only wish I could play" said Albert rubbing his face and looking
+with sad eyes at Mrs. Woodcock. Immediately Isobel seated herself at the
+piano and ran her fairy like fingers over the notes while Sylvia's
+melodious voice kept time to the music; and as the beautiful words of
+"See the conquering hero comes" rang out like a peal of thunder, Mr.
+Earlsdown come bounding in.
+
+Here the band struck up God save the Queen and everybody stood up in
+respectful silence; and as the last notes of the German band died away
+Mrs. Woodcock took leave of her friends as we will do of the characters
+of this book.
+
+
+THE END
+
+
+
+
+WHERE LOVE LIES DEEPEST
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 1
+
+
+The silvery moon rises slowly above the mountains of white clouds and
+sheds its quiet light upon one of the most beautiful scenes of the
+sheltered nooks in the picturesque county of Devonshire. The tall green
+hills, so thickly covered with wild thyme rise clear and high against
+the blue sky above. The rippling waters of a little streamlet glide
+softly upon its way through lovely banks of sweet green moss. Presently
+a white cloud envelopes the pale moon and all is darkness!
+
+Only for a moment, the cloud passes away and the bright light pours down
+upon two figures. The one the tall slim figure of a young girl, the
+other the broad well built figure of a richly dressed man. He wore a
+beautifully made blue serge suit and a white tie fastened with a gold
+and diamond pin. His felt hat fitted as though it had been made for him
+and his light overcoat and kid gloves were like the rest of his toilet
+well made and of a rich material. His black hair grew thickly on his
+head and his brown eyes glared fiercely, his brown skin was red with
+rage and his white teeth were clenched.
+
+The girl on the contrary was poorly dressed and did not seem at home in
+the presence of the rich man. She wore a pale grey dress trimmed with
+green velvet. It had seen its best days for it was worn in many places.
+She wore a straw hat and a white scarf round her neck. She was a lovely
+girl!! Her plentiful golden hair was coiled into a knob behind and cut
+in a small fringe in front. Her large blue eyes spoke of many mysteries
+and were fringed by golden lashes. Her cherry coloured lips were small
+and pressed together in her nervous state. Her white teeth were clenched
+and she trembled under the viscious glare of her companion.
+
+"I tell you Beatrice you are out of your senses, you must be, there is
+no doubt of it, how can you refuse such an offer?" said the man
+fiercely.
+
+"Oh Lawrence do listen to me," said the unhappy girl, "it is impossible,
+it cannot be. You are very kind, and I always had and always shall have
+a very great respect for you, but I cannot marry you, indeed I cannot!
+we are no match, I am poor and you are rich. Besides I have a reason for
+not accepting you for my husband. Oh Lawrence you make me so unhappy!"
+and here the poor girl stopped short, gave a hurried look round and
+pressed her hand to her heart.
+
+"Beatrice Langton you are a lunatic" cried the man, "give me an answer
+straight out--yes or no. Will you be my wife? Speak out and dont go
+jibbering on in that sentimental fashion; say yes and you will live in
+luxury and riches for the rest of your life, say no and you go home poor
+and degraded. Now give me an answer Yes or No!"
+
+The girl raised her head and spoke thus--"Lawrence I am very sorry to
+say it but my answer is No! Goodbye Mr. Cathcart, goodbye Lawrence,
+perhaps we shall never meet again. What? you will not even shake hands!
+Very well, goodnight Lawrence, goodnight."
+
+She turned and went away leaving him in the darkness.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 2
+
+BEATRICE LANGTON'S HOME
+
+
+When Beatrice went away she made straight for her home for it was close
+on nine and her mother would be anxious. Her heart was heavy and her
+eyelids were wet with fast falling tears as she made her way accross the
+desolate moor. Presently she came to the stream and after crossing the
+bridge she made for the common. On the outskirts of the village stood
+her home. A little brown cottage with carefully trimmed roses and
+jasmine creeping up the porch and a neat little garden in front. She
+opened the gate, walked up the path and opened the door.
+
+What a pleasant scene was there before her! A bright fire was burning in
+the well kept hearth and an old lady sat beside it knitting stockings
+for the coming winter. Many pictures adorned the walls. A gentleman was
+writing at a table in the window. Three little girls all in red frocks
+and white pinnafores were employed in different ways. The eldest was
+some ten years old with curly hair and blue eyes and was busy with some
+corn-flowers and poppies in a glass vase. The other two who looked about
+eight and six had brown eyes and very fair hair (and) were looking at a
+book at the middle table. They all jumped up as Beatrice entered.
+
+"Why Beatrice dear how late you are!" said Mrs. Langton "I sent your
+supper down. "Mary, ring the bell, Beatrice must be hungry."
+
+"No I am not," answered Beatrice smiling wearily and seating herself in
+the chair her sister had placed for her, "I am only very tired and would
+like to go to bed."
+
+"Oh you must have something," said Mr. Langton, "Cook made some lovely
+cheese cakes for supper, and you shall have some wine to drink."
+
+Just then the maid entered, and in spite of herself Beatrice was soon
+enjoying a hearty meal.
+
+"Oh there is half past nine!" cried Mrs. Langton, "Lily and Tina go to
+bed at once, Mary can wait up for Beatrice if she likes."
+
+The two little children ran off hand in hand murmering "lucky Mary."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 3
+
+
+It was eight o'clock next morning when Beatrice opened her weary eyes
+and look round her little room. She jumped up immediately and ran down
+to breakfast.
+
+Her father had just gone off to his farming, but her mother was sitting
+in her accustomed place by the fireside reading a letter which was
+evidently causing her some anxiety.
+
+"Well Mother" cried Beatrice, "what is the matter?"
+
+"Well dear" replied Mrs. Langton, sipping her tea as she spoke, "I have
+had a letter from Mrs. Vindsor who went abroad last year, and she wants
+you to go and spend the winter with her in Paris. I would like you to go
+dear, but you are my eldest child and you are by no means strong."
+
+"Oh Mother do let me go, I should enjoy it, and you know I am much
+stronger since I took to eating Mother Segul's Syrup."
+
+"I know my love" said Mrs. Langton, "I will speak to your father about
+it, and in the meantime pour me out another cup of tea please."
+
+Beatrice caught hold of the teapot smiling happily as she did so; her
+father was not the man to say no, and what he said her mother seldom
+differed from; so she cut her bread and carved her bacon singing a merry
+song through it all. After breakfast Beatrice dusted the room, got the
+children ready for school, and then adjusting a straw hat upon her
+golden tresses she prepared herself for a saunter through the beautiful
+fields fresh with the smell of new mown hay and Alderny cows. She
+gathered flowers as she went and though she felt bright and happy by the
+news the post had brought there was a sore corner in her heart--she had
+quarrelled with Lawrence Cathcart, and there was not a man in Senbury
+Glen who did not know his temper! As she strolled along she caught sight
+of Mr. Langton who was discussing the subject of Welsh sheep with a
+tradesman. He saw Beatrice and walked towards her.
+
+"Well Bia," he cried, "looking at my cows? aren't they lovely?"
+
+"Beautiful Father," cried Beatrice, "but do you know Mrs. Vindsor wants
+me to go to Paris and spend the winter with her family, and may I go?"
+
+"Yes certainly," said Mr. Langton, "and I suppose that means you would
+like a pound or two to buy dresses and hats?"
+
+Beatrice bit her lip and smiled, "I suppose so father," she said gazing
+placidly at her worn elbows.
+
+"Very well," said her father, "I will give you £10, I should advice a
+blue serge dress and a yellow hat."
+
+"Oh no father!" shrieked Beatrice, "I will get a green dress and a hat
+trimmed with roses."
+
+"Very well," said Mr Langton kicking the hay with his feet "do as you
+please my dear, by the bye when are you expected in Paris?"
+
+"Tomorrow week father," said Beatrice, "at least so Mother says."
+
+Mr Langton whistled and then turning to his daughter he said, "I tell
+you what Bia, you had better call at the dressmaker on your way home, I
+hate a bustle at the last moment." so saying Mr Langton gave his
+daughter £10 in ready gold! Beatrice took them home and put them in her
+purse till the afternoon when she paid a long visit to the dressmaker.
+She invested in a lovely green silk dress trimmed with a delicate shade
+of rose pink, and the dainty little hat was of the same picturesque
+colours. She likewise bought a costly diamond brooch and two silver
+bangles to make up the £10.
+
+On coming out of the shop she turned on to the moors for a last walk
+before going to Paris, for there would be plenty to do at home such as
+darning stockings, mending clothes, etc: She called for Nelly Reeves (a
+friend of hers); it would be a good chance to outdo her thought
+Beatrice, for Nelly had been to Italy the year before and did nothing
+but boast of it all day. So the two girls arm in arm started for the
+moors. Nelly Reeves was a tall good looking girl, slightly pretty, but
+with none of the wistful beauty about her that was so clearly stamped on
+all Beatrice Langton's features. She had black hair and what she
+considered beautiful eyes, though they really were small and vacant in
+their perpetual stare.
+
+"Well I hope you will enjoy yourself" she remarked briskly when Beatrice
+told her of the invitation to Paris.
+
+"I am sure I shall," said Beatrice, gently feeling her hair behind,
+"only think of the delights of it! The Vindsors live in a Chateau you
+know!"
+
+"Yes, I suppose it will be jolly for you," said Nelly "who are the
+Vindsors?"
+
+"Oh dont you remember Clara Vindsor?" said Beatrice, "she was so very
+pretty and polite in her ways."
+
+"I recollect her," said Nelly gazing on the far away blue hills, "oh
+Beatrice how lovely that view is!"
+
+"Yes," said Beatrice sadly, "I came up here last night for a walk."
+
+"Alone?" asked Nelly.
+
+Beatrice wished she had not spoken then, but being frank and
+straightforward she replied "no I was not alone."
+
+"Who with?" enquired Nelly.
+
+"Never mind," retorted Beatrice.
+
+"Oh Beatrice do tell me" coaxed Nelly, I'll not tell a soul."
+
+"I dont care if you do," said Beatrice coldly.
+
+"Well let me see if I can guess" said Nelly artfully "was it Mr
+Cathcart?"
+
+"What makes you guess him?" asked Beatrice angrily.
+
+"Why because he has been paying attentions to you lately, and I thought
+he might have come up here to propose" said Nelly.
+
+"You have most silly ideas!" retorted Beatrice, "if you dont leave off
+please to go home, what if he did propose?"
+
+"Oh nothing at all," replied Nelly, "if you are so disagreeable I _will_
+go home," so saying Miss Reeves tucked up her dress and walked home.
+
+"Life is hard!" sighed Beatrice, "nothing seems to go right, first I
+quarrel with Lawrence and then with Nelly--why what is that?" she cried
+as she caught sight of something gold glittering in the pathway.
+
+She stooped to pick it up; it was a gentleman's gold link, beautifully
+carved and engraved with the initials L. C.
+
+"L. C." repeated Beatrice handling the link pensively "why they are his
+initials, can it be his I wonder? why yes" she continued, "here is the
+name Lawrence Cathcart; His Links! yes they are his, I will keep them
+and I may some day have occasion to return them to him," so saying she
+put the articles in her leather purse and turned towards home.
+
+In some unaccountable way Beatrice turned into the High Street and had
+to pass Lawrence Cathcart's house, a splendid white stone building
+standing apart from the other houses in a beautiful garden of well
+tended blooms.
+
+"What riches!" sighed Beatrice pausing at the iron gates, and as her
+blue eyes searched the lovely grounds her glance fell upon Lawrence
+Cathcart. He was standing under a tree with an open book in his hands.
+He wore a light fawn suit and his black curly hair was exposed to the
+Autumn sun; and as Beatrice gazed on this good looking young man she
+wondered why she had not noticed before how exquisitely curly his hair
+and moustache was, how fine his nose and eyes, and how beautifully his
+mouth was curved.
+
+But she did not talk to him or try to attract his attention, and sad and
+disheartened she walked home.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 4
+
+
+Tea was ready when Beatrice returned home and she drew in her chair and
+clustered round the table.
+
+"Well, what is your dress like?" asked Mrs Langton as she passed the
+butter to her husband.
+
+"Oh it is lovely Mother" answered Beatrice, "and oh Father" she
+continued, "I bought some jewellry too!"
+
+"Jewellry" cried Mr. Langton stirring his tea very hard, "with my
+money?"
+
+"Well yes father," sighed Beatrice, "I hope you are not angry?"
+
+"What did you buy" enquired Mr Langton.
+
+"Two bracelets and a brooch" said Beatrice sadly.
+
+Mr. Langton coughed and helped himself to some strawberry jam.
+
+"I have been very busy putting some embroidery on your white petticoat
+all the afternoon," said Mrs Langton trying to change the subject, "you
+know I had a telegram to say you are expected on Thursday instead of
+next week."
+
+"Oh Mother" said Beatrice, "I must begin to pack at once!" so saying she
+flew up to her bedroom, and ten minutes later the floor was littered
+with as many articles of clothing as you could wish to see, and when Mrs
+Langton came up after tea she found her daughter seated on the bed amid
+stockings of every shade, curling some crimson feathers.
+
+"My dear Beatrice!" cried that good lady in astonishment, "what are you
+doing?"
+
+"Well I was trying to pack mother" answered Beatrice calmly.
+
+"I see" said Mrs Langton folding up a blue skirt as she spoke, "if you
+will allow me to help you I think you will manage better."
+
+"Very well," replied Beatrice, "there are the trunks."
+
+"Yes I see them" said Mrs Langton, "I think your new dress and hat had
+better go in the basket trunk dont you?"
+
+"Perhaps so" said Beatrice gathering the stockings off the bed, "Oh
+mother, to think that the day after tomorrow I shall be going to Paris!"
+
+"Yes indeed dear" replied Mrs Langton glancing round the littered room,
+"you have plenty of work to do, just darn these stockings will you,
+while I collect your hats."
+
+Beatrice threaded her needle and once she was seated in the big
+arm-chair, her busy tongue began to go.
+
+"What time do you suppose I shall arrive at Paris mother?" was the first
+question.
+
+"Let me see, the boat starts from Newhaven at 11 in the morning," said
+Mrs Langton slowly, "I think you get to Paris about ten in the evening
+though I wont be sure."
+
+"How nice!" said Beatrice, "is the Vindsor's house very grand?"
+
+"I believe so" replied her mother "at least they keep fifty servants and
+nearly everything is either gold or silver!"
+
+"Gracious!" exclaimed Beatrice.
+
+"Yes," said Mrs Langton, "now Beatrice bring that darning downstairs, we
+must finish packing tomorrow, I will mend that skirt for you," and so
+saying Mrs Langton left the room.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 5
+
+
+At last the eventful day came and found Beatrice up at six o'clock,
+putting the last articles in her hand bag. By eight o'clock she was at
+the station taking the last farewells.
+
+The little ones crowded round her, giving her chocolate and various
+sweets to eat on the way. Mrs Langton sobbed copiously, and Mr Langton
+as he kissed his daughter pressed a sovereign into her hand. But at last
+the guard waved his flag, the porters slammed the doors, and Beatrice
+found herself spinning away through fields of every shade, fast leaving
+Senbury Glen behind and approaching Newhaven Harbour. Beatrice gave a
+little sigh half of joy and half of fear, and then subsided into her
+novel and refreshments till the train stopped and she found herself in
+the aforesaid harbour. There were a great many passengers going by the
+Dieppe boat, and Beatrice had some difficulty to declare her luggage and
+smuggle the packet of coffee her thoughtful mother had put in the sponge
+bag. But at last she got on the boat and once she was seated in her deck
+chair gazing on the rough sea, she could not help shedding a few tears
+as she thought of the little brown cottage standing alone on the
+outskirts of Senbury Glen. But she soon cheered up and asked the
+stewardess to show her to her cabin. The woman obeyed and walked along
+the deck till she came to a battered looking door, which she opened
+saying--"Here is your cabin miss, your berth is number 10 and you will
+find some water to wash in."
+
+Beatrice thanked her and entered the room. A woman five children and a
+nurse were seated round the room. The nurse had two small babies on her
+knee which she was trying to hush to sleep in vain. The mother was
+attempting to comb the hair of a very frantic little boy and scolding
+two girls who would insist on unfastening all the trunks and scattering
+the contents on the floor. Beatrice took no notice of the noisy party,
+but went to her corner of the cabin and did her hair and washed her face
+in some hard salt water. The stewardess then brought her some tea and a
+bit of cake and Beatrice took the opportunity to ask her if she was to
+share the same cabin as the children and their elders.
+
+"Well," whispered the stewardess, "I'm sorry to say you must, but I
+expect they will go on deck soon and then you will be alright miss."
+
+Beatrice smiled and tried to read her book amidst the deafening roars of
+the babies. But in a little while the nurse marched them all up on deck,
+and the mother soon followed with one fat baby and a basket of
+refreshments in her arms. Then there was peace and Beatrice quite
+enjoyed her little dinner of ham sandwiches and a cold custard. But
+about 2 o'clock she began to feel drowsy and enjoyed a pleasant sleep,
+and at the end of half an hour was surprised to find she was in Dieppe.
+
+She gathered her luggage together and a good natured sailor helped her
+off the steamer. She again declared her luggage and went to the station
+where she awaited the arrival of the train to Paris. At last it came up,
+and Beatrice found a comfortable carriage well padded with cushions and
+rugs, and a fat sulky looking girl in one corner who was busily engaged
+sucking lemons and studying Bradshaw.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 6
+
+
+It was close on ten when the train stopped at Paris, and Beatrice and
+the fat girl alighted to the platform.
+
+"Do you reside here?" asked the girl in broken English.
+
+"I am here on a visit," replied Beatrice.
+
+"I see; is it not cold mademoiselle?" said this friendly girl.
+
+"Very," answered Beatrice buttoning the collar of her coat.
+
+"Yes very," continued the girl, "ah Mademoiselle you have no wraps; take
+my shawl," and without another word the girl pulled off her shawl and
+flung it round the shoulders of the astonished Beatrice, and then
+disappeared into the refreshment room from which she did not reappear
+again in a hurry. Beatrice was too astonished to speak and hardly liked
+the coarse woollen shawl which had been so hospitably flung on to her
+shoulders.
+
+Just as she had with some difficulty found her luggage a very grand
+footman dressed in green plush came up, and touching his hat said "Pour
+le Chateau?"
+
+Beatrice said "Oui" in a very vague manner, and soon found herself
+rumbling along the streets of Paris in a very comfortable carriage with
+her luggage piled round her in a kind of pyramid and the friendly girl's
+shawl still clinging to her shoulders.
+
+Soon the vehicle reduced speed and all at once Beatrice found herself at
+the great entrance porch of "Le Chateau!"
+
+The footman rang the bell and then went away leaving Beatrice in a
+transport of fear and joy on the steps. Soon the door was opened by a
+very fat butler with powdered hair and a green plush uniform.
+
+"What can I do for you?" he asked with the air of a king.
+
+"Oh please I have come to stay" said Beatrice nervously.
+
+"Step inside," said the courtly butler.
+
+Beatrice did as she was bid and found herself in a most magnificent hall
+hung with rich velvet curtains and paved with Turkish carpets, and
+supported by gold and silver pillars.
+
+"What name?" enquired the butler.
+
+"Miss Langton," said Beatrice.
+
+The butler then lead her along costly corridoors and majestic looking
+passages and at last stopped at a door which he flung open and called in
+a powerful voice "Miss Langton!"
+
+A murmur arose at this announcement and in less than a minute Beatrice
+was in Mrs. Vindsor's arms being hugged to death almost. "My dear
+Beatrice!" she gasped when her kisses were exhausted "how pleased I am
+to see you! the steak has just gone down to be kept hot, come and see
+Clara."
+
+These comforting words soothed Beatrice, and then Clara came forward to
+greet her friend.
+
+Clara was a slight thin girl about 19 with very fair hair and blue eyes,
+she wore a blue satin dress trimmed with real Brussels lace in keeping
+with Le Chateau, and a spray of blue flowers in her hair.
+
+"My sisters will be down in one minute" she said kindly "their maids
+are doing their hairs."
+
+"Oh I see," said Beatrice rapidly taking off her gloves and displaying
+with some pride her white smooth hands.
+
+"I suppose you are very tired," said Mrs. Vindsor giving the fire a poke
+with the toe of her shoe.
+
+"Yes I am," said Beatrice "it was very rough crossing."
+
+Just then the door opened and two girls entered about 22 and 24 in age.
+The eldest was by no means beautiful but she was intensely good. She had
+small black eyes and black hair which she wore in a most peculiar
+manner, it was cut in a fringe in front and gathered into a huge knob
+behind all except one piece which hung down her back and on the end of
+which a single red rose was attached. She was attired in yellow silk and
+was by no means courteous to Beatrice, her name was Honoria.
+
+The other girl was the most beautiful of the three. She had lovely brown
+hair and soft blue eyes fringed by sweet long lashes. Her nose and mouth
+were enough to attract an artist towards her; she was dressed in a
+lovely pink silk dress and her knob was arrayed by a pink feather. Her
+name was Margaret and she was known through all Paris as the "sweet
+young lady with the pathetic blue eyes!" and on the 20th of August (her
+birthday) not a single person omitted to give her a present. Beatrice
+thought her lovely and kissed her on both cheeks with hearty good cheer.
+
+And so ended Beatrice's first night at Le Chateau.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 7
+
+
+The next morning Beatrice had a slight headache and did not rise till
+the breakfast gong sounded through the walls of the great castle.
+
+Just as she was ready her bedroom was opened and Margaret appeared.
+
+"Oh Beatrice," she cried, "isn't it a lovely morning? Mama has just had
+a note asking us all to Mrs. Middle's garden party this afternoon, there
+will be a lot of English people there just arrived like yourself."
+
+"Yes very nice," said Beatrice and the two went down to breakfast
+together.
+
+Mrs. Vindsor and Honoria were already seated at the table enjoying the
+fragrant meal, but Clara had not yet come down.
+
+"How late you are Margaret" protested Mrs. Vindsor.
+
+"I am sorry Mother" said Margaret cracking her egg.
+
+"So I should hope" said Honoria shaking her head so that the rose at the
+end of her tail swayed to and fro also.
+
+After the meal was over Clara proposed to take Beatrice for a walk in
+the gay town as Margaret was going to trim a hat for Mrs. Middle's
+garden party, and Honoria always did the housekeeping.
+
+Beatrice was delighted at the offer and soon joined Clara in the
+spacious hall.
+
+"We must go this way" said Clara "as I have to go the Bank for Mother."
+
+"Oh alright" said Beatrice taking Clara's arm.
+
+Then followed a little conversation about nothing in particular, and by
+the time they reached the Bank Beatrice had quite decided that though
+Clara was very pleasant and cheery she was not as nice as Margaret who
+was kindness itself to the strange English girl.
+
+"Would you like to walk up and down while I go into the Bank?" asked
+Clara.
+
+"Yes please," said Beatrice who by no means appreciated Banks, and so
+saying she left Clara in the office and walked along the gay street. She
+seemed very strange as she walked through the strange streets and was so
+taken with the fancy shops that she forgot all about Clara in the bank.
+
+"Dear me! what lovely gloves" she said as she stopped outside a large
+drapers shop "we dont have such things in England!"
+
+Just then somebody passed behind her and in so doing brushed against her
+dress. Beatrice at once looked round and there walking quietly in front
+as though nothing had happened was a man!
+
+Beatrice looked in amazement at the gentleman calmly receding up the
+road, and as she looked the form seemed to grow familiar in front of her
+eyes. Surely she had seen that navy blue suit before, that brown hat and
+those boots! Yes! the very walk was familiar to her. She knew that black
+curly hair and that well formed back again!--it was Lawrence Cathcart!
+
+Beatrice gave a low cry and covered her face with her hands.
+
+The man looked round and his eyes fell upon the figure of the unhappy
+Beatrice. He evidently recognized her for with a little hesitation he
+advanced towards her and taking her arm said not unkindly--"Come with
+me."
+
+"I can't" groaned Beatrice.
+
+"You must," said Lawrence.
+
+Beatrice could do no more but slowly and sadly she followed her enemy.
+
+Many thoughts flashed through her mind during that walk, thoughts that
+Beatrice will never forget.
+
+At last Lawrence stopped at an Inn door and he mounted the steps and
+walked in. Beatrice followed in silence.
+
+Presently Lawrence opened a door and the two went into a small but
+pretty bedroom.
+
+"Now," said Lawrence, turning the key in the door and looking kindly at
+Beatrice, "have you changed your mind since we last met?"
+
+The tears welled into Beatrice's blue eyes and rolled down her now
+death-like cheeks. "Lawrence," she sobbed at length, "I wish I could say
+I had, I almost love you Lawrence but I cannot marry you."
+
+"Very well" answered Lawrence drawing his lips tightly together, "I see
+my journey to France has been made in vain; I may add," he continued
+"that I came here purposely to encounter you but all in vain! You have
+no real reason for not wishing to become my wife--it is not possible;
+but I will now flee from you and perhaps when I am laid upon my bed for
+the last time and Death has siezed me in its jaws you will repent of
+your past wrongs!!"
+
+"Oh Lawrence!" Beatrice almost screamed in her agony "just one word
+before you go!"
+
+"Not one," replied Lawrence, and with these words upon his lips he left
+the unhappy Beatrice in a swoon upon his floor.
+
+Beatrice had given one hoarse scream as she fell to the floor, and it
+brought a couple of waiters to the room.
+
+"What is it?" asked one.
+
+"A young lady has fainted" said the other "run for the doctor quick."
+
+The next instant there was a regular crowd round Beatrice all intensely
+interested, and in less time than it takes to tell old Doctor Holden was
+bending over Beatrice's white rigid face.
+
+"She has had some shock I fear" said he feeling the thin white hand "can
+anyone in the crowd tell me where this lady lives?"
+
+There was no sound of a reply for the first few seconds and then came a
+faint "yes" from the back of the throng.
+
+"Come forward" cried the doctor. A rustling and a murmering of voices
+ensued and then the figure of a young girl rushed forward. It was
+Margaret Vindsor who had come out in search of Clara and fearing her to
+be lost had set out to find her.
+
+"Now" said Dr. Holden giving Margaret a chair, "are you any relation to
+this young lady, and where does she live?"
+
+"Oh Dr. Holden!" cried Margaret "she is a friend of ours and is on a
+visit to us--oh what shall I do? Oh poor Beatrice!!"
+
+"Why Miss Vindsor is it you?" Asked Dr. Holden in surprise "Waiter run
+for a cab, we must take these ladies back to Le Chateau."
+
+It was not long before the cab stopped at the Inn door and Dr. Holden
+assisted by two waiters lifted Beatrice into the cab and laid her
+gingerly on the seat, while Margaret speedily followed, and then the
+doctor himself jumped in and the downcast party drove back to Le
+Chateau.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 8
+
+
+Mrs. Vindsor together with Honoria and Clara were waiting breathlessly
+in the hall when the cab drove up. Honoria flew to the door and the
+minute she caught sight of the unconscious Beatrice and her sister's
+pale face she gave a loud scream and tore rapidly to her bedroom.
+Beatrice was carried to her bedroom at once and the doctor soon left
+after leaving his directions.
+
+Margaret was in a great state of anxiety, but possessing more self
+control than the rest of the family she was appointed nurse. Beatrice
+with the aid of salts and mustard plasters soon came to herself, but
+Lawrence Cathcart had done his work--rheumatic fever set in and for many
+days Beatrice hung between life and death. Mr. and Mrs. Langton were
+sent for and duly arrived but to no one would Beatrice confide the
+mystery of her illness. The more she thought of it the more ill she
+became and Honoria prayed a good deal. By the time she was able to get
+up her mind was made up. She would look for Lawrence Cathcart, ask his
+pardon and become his wife. Life offered naught else.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 9
+
+
+Ten years have passed since the events recorded in my last chapter took
+place, and Beatrice now a woman of 28, is fair and blooming as ever but
+with an anxious care-worn expression round her face. She no longer lives
+in the pretty cottage in Senbury Glen for Mr. Langton has lost a great
+deal of money farming, and he and his family have changed their quarters
+and live in a dingy little house in a London back street. It would take
+too long to relate all that has happened in the last years, so I will
+describe the events as briefly as possible. To begin with little Tina
+who was always a delicate child has died within the last four years and
+rests in the churchyard at Senbury Glen. Mary and Lily have had to leave
+school early and Mary, a girl of twenty is taking lessons in painting
+while Lily stays at home.
+
+One thing I must not omit to mention is that Beatrice is still on the
+look out for Lawrence Cathcart but fears she will never find him.
+
+One Spring morning Beatrice comes down to breakfast and finds Mrs.
+Langton busy with some papers.
+
+"Well mother" she says sadly for her merry tone has completely deserted
+her, "have you heard of anything I can do to earn my living?"
+
+"Yes dear I think so" replies Mrs. Langton glancing nervously at the
+manuscript in her hand, "you were always fond of nursing were you not
+Beatrice?"
+
+"Yes mother, ever since I had that illness" answeres Beatrice "it was
+poor Margaret Vindsor who put the idea in my head."
+
+"Poor Margaret" says Mrs. Langton, for Margaret may be numbered among
+the dead.
+
+"Well mother what about me?" asks Beatrice presently.
+
+"Oh I was forgetting" answers Mrs. Langton "I have heard from Captain
+Harsh and he says if I care to let you go to India he has a capital
+place for you as a military hospital nurse."
+
+"To attend to the soldiers wounded in battle?" asks Beatrice.
+
+"Yes dear" replies Mrs. Langton, "I will read you the letter--"Madam;
+Hearing of your daughter's wish to become a hospital nurse, I beg to
+offer my services. If you do not object to soldiers I have a lovely
+place out here in India where her only work will be to attend to the
+soldiers in their bungalows either in the night or day as her turn comes
+round. She will live with the other nurses in a comfortable house not
+far from the battle field. She will be expected to bring her own
+clothes, cups, plates and knives etc: She must be cheerful and kind and
+must make herself obliging to the soldiers. I will expect her by the
+next mail.
+
+                      Believe me, Madam,
+                                Yours very sincerely,
+                            GEORGE HARSH (Captain of the 109th
+                                                         Regiment.)
+
+"That sounds very nice mother" answers Beatrice "I think I will go."
+
+"What about the character you are expected to have?" says Mrs. Langton
+artfully.
+
+"I think I am both cheerful and kind" says Beatrice hotly "and as to
+being obliging to the soldiers, anybody could do that."
+
+"Perhaps so," smiles Mrs. Langton, "then I will write to Captain Harsh
+and say you will go by the next mail."
+
+For many days after this Beatrice is busy preparing for the voyage. And
+at last the eventful day arrives and Beatrice clad for the first time in
+her nurse's costume steps on board the Victory which is to take her to
+the wonderful city of Calcutta.
+
+"Poor Mr. Langton gets quite frantic as he waves his red pocket
+handkerchief wildly to his beloved daughter for the last time, and Mrs.
+Langton faints on the pier and has to be carried away, which sets the
+helpless Beatrice sobbing as though her heart would break and she shouts
+messages till she is hoarse and then sheds many tears which continue on
+and off till she reaches Calcutta, when the sight of two pleasant nurses
+dressed like herself, quite cheers her up.
+
+She advances bashfully towards them and says in meek submissive tones
+"if you please are you military hospital nurses?"
+
+"We are," replies the tallest of the two "our names are Nurse Elsie and
+Nurse Brandon; of course there is no need to say that I am Nurse
+Brandon."
+
+"Of course not" say Beatrice.
+
+"And you are Nurse Mildred I presume" asks Nurse Brandon, gently nudging
+Nurse Elsie to join in the conversation.
+
+"No my name is Beatrice Langton" replies Beatrice.
+
+"I know" says Nurse Brandon, "but you will be known as Nurse Mildred in
+the wards."
+
+"Oh I see" answers Beatrice glancing at Nurse Elsie whom she thinks she
+will like better than the former.
+
+"And now" says Nurse Brandon "we will take you to the Residency; Nurse
+Elsie kindly lead the way."
+
+The nurse does as she is told and the three walk on together. At last
+they reach a large building of yellow brick with a placcard on the door
+on which is engraved "Nurses' Residence." Nurse Elsie opens the door and
+leads the way to a large airy room in which some dozen nurses are having
+tea.
+
+"This is Nurse Mildred," announces Nurse Brandon in loud tones, and then
+seating herself at the table she continues "Nurse Mildred you will sit
+next Nurse Helen tonight."
+
+Beatrice gazes vaguely round the room wondering which is Nurse Helen,
+when suddenly a pretty nurse with chestnut hair and blue eyes jumps up
+and announces that she is Nurse Helen and takes Beatrice to her place.
+The tea is good and there is plenty of it, and together with thick bread
+and butter and coffee if preferred to tea, Beatrice thinks it is not a
+bad meal. After tea Nurse Brandon shows Beatrice to her room and tells
+her she need not begin work till to-morrow.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 10
+
+
+The time speeds rapidly on and Beatrice is now counted as quite an old
+nurse. She finds her work in the bungalows very pleasant and the
+soldiers find her most obliging. She works hard and is never tempted to
+grumble.
+
+One day just as she is settling down to write after tea, after a hard
+day's work, Nurse Helen looks in at the door. "Nurse Mildred," she
+exclaims "you are to go at once to Bungalow number 5; a wounded soldier
+has just been taken there and is very ill I fear."
+
+Beatrice jumps up and putting on her bonnet walks quickly to the 5th
+bungalow. It is a little white one on the outskirts of the jungle and
+close to the battle field, and in it there is a bed, two chairs, a jug,
+basin and table. Beatrice takes hold of a small cup and measures some
+ointment into it, and then taking a sponge bathes the man's wounds. He
+is a very thin man with long slender hands and black hair and eyes, and
+at a first glance Beatrice sees that he is on the point of death. She
+does all she can for him and then at his wish reads some Holy Scriptures
+to him. Then seeing his eyes droop she goes to the other end of the
+bungalow and waits.
+
+Presently she hears a weak voice say "Beatrice!"
+
+She starts, it is a long time since that name has fallen on her ears.
+"Beatrice, dont you know me?" says the voice once more.
+
+In a minute Beatrice is at his side clasping his hand in hers. "Oh
+Lawrence, Lawrence!" she cries.
+
+Then there is silence. "Lawrence can you ever forgive me?" moans
+Beatrice at last.
+
+"Forgive you my darling? It is the one thing I have lived for" says
+Lawrence.
+
+"Accept me as your lawful wife," cries Beatrice bending over him.
+
+"Yes darling, yes," says Lawrence faintly. He then tells her in a few
+words how in despair he had given up everything and gone into the Army
+and lived only long enough to forgive Beatrice, for that day he had
+received his death wound in a sharp battle with the enemy.
+
+"And now," he adds, "I shall die happy, and will you remember in after
+years (for I shall not live to) how here it was our hearts were
+re-united--once more joined together, here it was I accepted you for my
+wife, and here it is therefore that Love lies Deepest!"
+
+"Oh my dear!" groans Beatrice heavily, "Lawrence, here is what I was
+going to have given you at the French Inn," and she presses a pair of
+gold links into his dying hand.
+
+He smiles back at her and says "keep them darling as a remembrance of
+me."
+
+Beatrice's only answer is a wild kiss, the last Lawrence will ever
+receive, the memory of which follows him to Eternity, the next minute he
+falls back with a groan.
+
+Beatrice stands for a rigid moment and then falls prone beside the bed.
+
+And there is only one in all this wide world who knows for certain if
+Lawrence Cathcart died a happy death.
+
+
+THE END
+
+
+
+
+THE HANGMAN'S DAUGHTER
+
+
+
+
+PART I
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 1
+
+PROLOGUE
+
+
+John Winston had entered into manhood with every prospect of a bright
+and brilliant future.
+
+His parents had died leaving him a nice little legacy and a great deal
+of land for farming But with all this good fortune, things did not seem
+to go right with him.
+
+To begin with, he was idle and did not care for farming, so he let land
+waste away till it was good for nothing, and was forced to sell it. He
+then encountered a severe loss of money, and by degrees sank lower and
+lower in the world till he at last found himself a penniless man with
+barely enough to keep a roof over his head.
+
+His only resourse then was marriage. There were plenty of rich girls
+about whose parents would be glad to find a suitable husband for them.
+John Winston was suitable enough, for he was good looking, witty, and
+had a certain amount of good sense; but his kind heart would not allow
+him to fall in love with these girls merely on account of their riches,
+so had to look out for someone he really loved.
+
+During these explorations he met Helen Carline, a young girl, poor, and
+with no relations in the world. She was wondrously pretty with a
+profusion of fluffy golden hair and sad blue eyes which spoke all their
+thoughts.
+
+Of course John Winston fell in love with her at once and proposed
+accordingly. After a little hesitation she accepted and John Winston's
+joy was beautiful to witness.
+
+The married couple took a little cottage on the outskirts of the Malvern
+Hills and engaged one servant Jane Marshland, by name, about whom we
+shall hear more later on.
+
+In the spring of the following year a little girl was born as a crowning
+joy to the young husband and wife.
+
+But three months afterwards Mrs. Winston died of fever, which she caught
+when visiting a gipsy encampment near her home. So at an early age,
+little Helen, (for that was the child's name) was left without a mother,
+but she lacked no love or tenderness, for Mr. Winston's only care was
+for his beloved child, and Jane Marshland now the nurse, did every thing
+she could for the child's health and comfort.
+
+Mr. Winston had to give up his dear little home, and retire with Jane
+and his baby to lodgings in London till he heard of some employment.
+
+At last he found something not very satisfactory, but as nothing else
+offered he decided to take it. It was to perform the office of hangman
+in a small country town in Hants by the name of Kenalham.
+
+It was not a nice position to be in certainly, and Mr. Winston's nerves
+were not strong, but the payment was good, and after all only about two
+people were hung a year at Kenalham.
+
+So with a sinking heart Mr. Winston packed up his goods and departed
+with his child and servant to the little cottage in Kenalham, already
+furnished for him. It was a nice little house and Mr. Winston smiled as
+he entered the drawing room, "after all" he said to Jane, "so few people
+are hung here that nearly all my time will be devoted to my darling
+Helen," and he kissed the rosy face of the child.
+
+So, now having explained the position of my story I will skip over a few
+years and go on again at the time when Helen had grown up into a
+charming sweet mannered girl.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 2
+
+THE COTTAGE BY THE HILL
+
+
+The little village of Kenalham was situated in the south of Hants and
+lay at the bottom of some picturesquely grouped hills.
+
+No river watered the little town, but a broad stream wound through the
+neighbouring medows giving a rich green shade to the grass on its banks;
+the high green hills stood out clear and tall against the blue sky, and
+the ruins of an old castle on the top of one of the heights gave a
+strange weird appearance. To add to the strangeness of this little
+scene, at the bottom of the very hill on which the ruins stood was a
+villa of the modern kind nestling amidst a woody dell of beach trees.
+This was no other than the residence of Mr. John Winston and his
+daughter Helen, and it went by the name of "Beach Dale."
+
+It was a charming little house and had the preveleage of possessing a
+beautiful view both back and front. The front looked out across miles of
+woodland scenery with no sign of human inhabetance any where safe a
+single cottage which stood out like a white speck among the greenness
+which surrounded it.
+
+The back looked out on the lovely blue hills, and far away in the
+distant loomed the white cliffs of Portsmouth.
+
+Having now given the reader a correct idea of the surroundings of "Beach
+Dale" I will endevour to describe Helen Winston.
+
+At the time my story opens, our heroine was a charming young lady of
+nineteen years. She had an abundance of dark brown, almost black hair,
+curling gracefully over her forehead. Her beautiful brown eyes were
+headed by well marked eye brows of a lovely black; her complexion was
+like that of a blush rose and her pretty little nose and mouth added to
+the charm of her features.
+
+Here character I will leave to be found out and only say that she was
+passionately fond of her father and devoted all her life solely to him.
+
+Trouble and care had made Mr. Winston look old before his time. He was
+only 54, yet his hair and beard were completely grey. He had a kind
+quiet face and blue eyes, he had a rather wide mouth with a nervous
+twitch at each corner. He fully returned his daughter's love and
+considering he had taught her entirely himself she was comparatively
+cleaver girl.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 3
+
+THE SECRET SAFE
+
+
+During all the years Mr. Winston had lived in Kenalham he had only made
+one friend a Mr. Cyril Sheen. He was thirty years of age and a bachelor.
+He too had no friends in the village but Mr. Winston, so he was
+constantly at "Beach Dale." He was very fond of Helen and had often
+attempted to make love to her, but she was so completely innocent of his
+intentions that he felt quite bashful and dare not begin.
+
+One morning, early in May, Mr. Winston and his daughter were just
+finishing their breakfast when Marshland came in with a letter which she
+handed to her master.
+
+"A letter?" said Mr. Winston opening his eyes, "who can it be from?"
+
+"Business, father I'm sure" replied Helen with a smile.
+
+"I think not" said Mr. Winston wisely and he proceeded to tear open the
+envelope and persue its contents.
+
+As he read the letter his face became first thoughtful, then puzzled and
+then it broke into a smile and lastly Mr. Winston burst into a fit of
+laughter and took a sip of his untasted tea. He then turned to his
+daughter for the first time.
+
+"Do you know who this is from, Helen?" he said.
+
+"No father I don't" answered Helen.
+
+"Perhaps it will need a little explanation" replied Mr. Winston. "You
+have heard me speak of your cousins the Lincarrols haven't you?"
+
+"Oh yes I know" said Helen "they are very rich aren't they?"
+
+"Yes" said Mr. Winston slowly, "very."
+
+"Well father what about them?" said Helen.
+
+"Did I ever mention Gladys to you," enquired Mr. Winston.
+
+"Oh yes" said Helen, "she is the pretty one isn't she?"
+
+"Yes she is quite the "flower of the flock" I belive" replied Mr.
+Winston; "the others are decidedly plain."
+
+"Well what about Gladys?" enquired Helen.
+
+"Well she is going to be married shortly, and so she proposes coming
+here next week for a little while and bring her future husband with her.
+What do you say to that?" asked Mr. Winston.
+
+Helen's pretty face was beaming with novelty and pleasure.
+
+"How lovely father" she gasped; I do hope she will be nice."
+
+"What about a bedroom for her?" said Mr. Winston.
+
+"Oh! there's the little attic in the loft" replied Helen. "I'm sure that
+is good enough."
+
+"What about the furniture for it? at present it is completely bare and
+full of cobwebs," said Mr. Winston.
+
+"I forgot about that," said Helen. "Well she can Have the best bedroom."
+
+"Yes" said Mr. Winston "but where is the young man to go?"
+
+"What young man?" said Helen.
+
+"James Palsey" said Mr. Winston referring to the letter in his hand.
+
+Helen's face fell and her eyes filled with tears. "I'm afraid father"
+she said "we shall have to refuse them, for if the attic has to be used
+I certainly have no money to furnish it with and I know you have not."
+
+"Don't make too sure my lass" said her father, "wait a little."
+
+He got up as he spoke and taking a small key from his pocket went
+towards the left hand corner of the mantlepiece.
+
+"Come closer Helen, come closer," he said keeping his eyes on his
+daughter.
+
+Helen followed her father closely, her eyes with a startled expression
+in them and her lips quivering with emotion. Mr. Winston lifted a
+portion of the red velvit curtain which screaned the fire place, and
+then to Helen said:
+
+"Do you notice anything peculiar about this part of the wall, my
+child."
+
+"No father, except that there is a little hole just in the middle,"
+replied Helen.
+
+"Ah! you notice that?" said Mr. Winston.
+
+"Yes" said Helen under her breath.
+
+"Now watch me" said Mr. Winston.
+
+Helen needed no second bidding; her eyes seemed riveted to the little
+hole.
+
+Mr. Winston placed the key into the hole and turned it twice round.
+Immeadiately a little spring door flew open displaying two well
+constructed shelves of solid oak.
+
+"This is my secret safe," said Mr. Winston, "known to no one but
+myself."
+
+"Father!" cried Helen catching hold of his arm.
+
+"Don't get excited, Helen" said her father. "I am going to disclose all
+the secrets of this safe to you. Do you perceive that the top shelf is
+faced in by a thin wire gauze with a handle to the left hand side?"
+
+"Yes father" replied Helen.
+
+"Well, nobody can get at the contents of that shelf without my knowing
+it."
+
+"Why father?" asked Helen.
+
+"Because there are two ways of opening it. Try to open it yourself and
+then I will explain it to you" said Mr. Winston.
+
+Helen with nervous fingers took hold of the handle and turned it; the
+gauze door flew open and at the same time a bell began to ring loud and
+furiously.
+
+Helen drew back in amazement.
+
+Cant Marshland hear it. "Why doesn't she come up" asked Helen.
+
+"She would not trouble to come up for she knows my secret" said Mr.
+Winston.
+
+"Oh! I see" said Helen.
+
+"Well to proceed" said Mr. Winston. "If Marshland or I heard that bell
+we should know the safe was being robbed and come up at once."
+
+"Of course" said Helen.
+
+"But there is another way of opening the safe known only to me" said Mr.
+Winston closing the gauze door; try any way you like to open that door I
+don't think you will find the right way."
+
+Helen pushed and banged at the door trying every way, but in vain, the
+door would not move.
+
+"Now I will show the right way," said Mr. Winston, as he spoke he placed
+his thumb on a brass nail and the gauze door rose, instead of opening,
+and without any noise displayed the contents of the secret safe.
+
+"How wonderfull" said Helen.
+
+"Would you like to see the contents?" said Mr. Winston.
+
+"Oh! yes father" replied Helen.
+
+Mr. Winston put his hand on the shelf and brought out a leather bag.
+
+"It is full of gold" he said weighing it in his hand, "the savings of a
+life time."
+
+"Oh father" gasped Helen.
+
+Mr. Winston took out 10 gold peices and the rest he left in the bag
+"this will pay for the furnishing of the attic" he said.
+
+"So it will" said Helen brightly.
+
+Mr. Winston put the bag back and took out a little ivory box and
+displayed some magnificent jewilery to his daughter's dazzled eyes,
+"this was all all left to you by your mother's will," he said.
+
+"Really!" said Helen, "I can't belive it."
+
+The jewils consisted of two broachs, one set entirely in diamonds, the
+other a horseshow set in rubies; a gold watch, chain and seals; a nexlet
+of pearls and a gold bracelet fastenned with a ruby heart.
+
+Mr. Winston placed the bracelet on Helen's slender arm; "this" he said
+"was to be given you in your nineteenth year, the other jewils by your
+mother's will will be given to you when you come of age.
+
+"How lovely" cried Helen glancing at the circlet of gold on her wrist.
+
+"I will now lock up the rest of the things" said Mr. Winston "and mind
+Helen, not a word of this is ever to be revealed."
+
+"Never father" said Helen kissing him.
+
+Mr. Winston had barely shut the safe and closed the curtain when the
+door opened and in came Cyril Sheene.
+
+"Good morning Winston" he cried hastily, "I thought I'd just pop in and
+see if Helen would come out with me."
+
+"Why Cyril we didn't expect you half so early" said Helen blushing.
+
+"No I'm sure you didn't replied Cyril, "but you will come out wont you?"
+
+"Oh certainly" said Helen and she ran up to get her hat.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 4
+
+THE PROPOSAL
+
+
+Cyril Sheene, as I have already said was thirty years of age and a
+bachelor.
+
+He was short and fat and had fair sleek hair parted in the middle, mild
+blue eyes and a silly sort of expression all over his face.
+
+In ten minutes Helen came down again in a neatly fitting grey jacket and
+a large straw hat with a few scarlet poppies trailing over the brim. She
+looked very pretty and Cyril's face shone with pleasure as he regarded
+her.
+
+"Wont you come out father?" asked Helen, "I suppose we are going on the
+hills are'nt we Cyril?"
+
+"I thought we might go and sit by the old castle, it is such a glorious
+day" responded Cyril.
+
+"Do come father" said Helen.
+
+"I don't think I can" said Mr. Winston "I must go to the town this
+morning"
+
+"Very well" said Helen; and then while Cyril Sheene was looking for his
+stick, she seized an opportunity to ask her father "shall I tell Cyril
+about Gladys coming?" "Yes" replied Mr. Winston "but mind not a word
+about the safe." "Oh no" answered Helen, and then with a lively little
+jump she ran after Cyril who was already walking down the garden path.
+
+It was a perfect morning, the sun shone brightly, lighting up all the
+scenery around; the birds were singing in the beach trees close by and
+the rippling of the little stream was as sweet music to the ear.
+
+"Do you know Helen, I had an engagement in London today, but I put it
+off to come out with you" said Cyril, as they commenced to climb the
+hill.
+
+"Oh indeed!" replied Helen "that was very kind of you."
+
+"Oh no" answered Cyril "I would far rather be out here than in London."
+
+"I quite agree with you there" said Helen "it would be horrid to be in
+smoky London today."
+
+"Yes" said Cyril "especially without you."
+
+"Oh rubbish" laughed Helen and she stooped down to pick a buttercup.
+
+"Indeed it is not rubbish" replied Cyril "when a man loves, he finds it
+hard to be away from the object of his love."
+
+"Oh does he?" said Helen "but then I am not the object of your love."
+
+"Yes you are Helen," said Cyril, making an attempt to squeaze her hand.
+
+"My dear boy" said Helen, "I do wish you would not talk such nonsense."
+
+"Excuse me" answered Cyril, getting rather red "I am a man."
+
+"Are you really?" said Helen carelessly.
+
+"Now look here Helen, don't be aggrivating" said the lover "you know
+quite well I love you and why I have come up here."
+
+They had reached the castle now and sat down by the ruined walls.
+
+"Why have I come up here?" asked Cyril again.
+
+"I suppose because it is more breezy than the town" replied Helen.
+
+"Don't be silly Helen" said Cyril pulling up a tuft of grass.
+
+"I am not the least silly" said Helen smiling beneath her handkerchief.
+
+"No of course you're not darling" cried Cyril putting his arm round her
+waist.
+
+"You mustn't call me "darling" Cyril" replied the girl shyly.
+
+"Yes I must" said Cyril getting a little closer.
+
+"Oh well for once in a way perhaps it does'nt matter" said Helen.
+
+"Well the long and the short of it is Helen" said Cyril "I want to marry
+you?
+
+"Really" said Helen "you've been long enough getting to the point."
+
+"Have I?" said Cyril shyly "well now that I have come to it, do you love
+me enough to marry me?"
+
+"Ye-es" replied Helen slowly.
+
+"You seem rather doubtful" said Cyril.
+
+"It's best to be so at first" replied Helen.
+
+"Not in my case surely" answered Cyril, "oh Helen do say yes and make me
+a happy man."
+
+"Yes" murmered Helen softly.
+
+"Oh you angel" gasped Cyril "do you really mean it?"
+
+"Of course I do" said Helen, "and I _do_ love you Cyril."
+
+"Thank you so much" said Cyril "well now let's hurry home and ask your
+father I'm in such a terrific hurry."
+
+"Don't be absurd" said Helen "I want to stay in the sunshine."
+
+"Anything to please you dear" said Cyril re-seating himself on the
+grass.
+
+"Cyril, I think you'll make a model husband" said Helen.
+
+"I'm sure I will" laughed Cyril and with that they got up to walk home.
+
+At the bottom of the hill they spied Mr. Winston. He looked up as he
+saw them coming and waved his hand furiously.
+
+When they met Mr. Winston he turned directly to Helen, "what do you
+think Helen, I've furnished the attic all by myself, the only thing
+Marshland did was to scrub the floor and nail up the curtains."
+
+"How nice" said Helen "but father I've something far more important to
+tell you."
+
+"Dont say it my child" said the old man "your faces tell me what it is
+and I give my consent on the spot."
+
+And he plunged his stick into the ground to mark the vehemance of his
+words.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 5
+
+GLADYS LINCARROL
+
+
+The week that followed that day was a happy one indeed. Helen and Cyril
+were more together than ever and then too each day brought it nearer to
+when Gladys was to come.
+
+At last Monday morning came, and Helen was so excited she could hardly
+eat her dinner, and Mr. Winston got quite cross when she refused some
+beautiful cherry pie.
+
+"Do hurry up father" exclaimed Helen at last, "I want to have the room
+nice and tidy for Gladys and Mr. Palsey."
+
+"My dear I wont starve for any amount of grand ladies" replied Mr.
+Winston heartily.
+
+Helen smiled languidly and began to arrange the flower stand by the
+window.
+
+At 4 o'clock precisely a dainty little dog cart drew up at Beach Dale.
+Helen, peeping from behind the drawing room curtains, saw, first a tall
+man dressed in a blue suit and black hat and gloves, jump down from the
+cart and hold out his hand to a young lady who tripped lightly down and
+tossed a silver coin to the coachman.
+
+The next moment the drawing room door was flung open and Marshland's
+clear voice was heard announcing, "Miss Lincarrol--Mr. Palsey."
+
+"Oh dear Gladys, I am so delighted to see you" cried Helen in her
+sweetest tones.
+
+"And I am equally glad to meet you" cried Gladys, "and allow me to
+introduce my future husband James Palsey."
+
+"How do you do" said Mr. Palsey gravely as he held out his well gloved
+hand.
+
+At that minute Mr. Winston entered the room dressed in his best things.
+
+"Well Gladys my dear and how are you he cried cheerfully "what a big
+person you are to be sure, quite half a head taller than Helen I
+declare."
+
+Gladys laughed affectedly and held out her small hand; she then
+introduced Mr. Palsey, who, during all this merriment had stood as grave
+as a judge.
+
+"Do come and have some food pleaded Helen pointing to the dainty little
+equipage already set out on a bamboo table by the open window.
+
+"Oh thank you" said Gladys and she began to take off her gloves and turn
+up her veil preparatory to eating.
+
+"Wont you take a seat Mr. Palsey?" asked Helen as she poured out the
+tea.
+
+"Thanks" replied the gentleman and he sat down on the edge of a whicker
+chair. Here will be a good opportunity to describe Gladys Lincarrol and
+her young man.
+
+Mr. Palsey was a tall broad shouldered man about 37, with a solemn face
+and large hands. His black hair was curly and plentiful and his small
+green eyes twinkled queerly if he was at all pleased. He was attired in
+blue, as I said before and in addition to this he wore patent leather
+boots and a crimson tie.
+
+Gladys was also tall, but very slim. She had golden hair with a reddish
+tinge and blue eyes. She was very pale and her mouth had a peculiar
+twitch of conciet. She wore a lovely pink muslin dress and kid gloves to
+match. A large white hat adorned her pretty head, and she wore a bunch
+of violets at her neck.
+
+Tea over, Helen proposed a stroll around the village.
+
+"Oh yes, that will be very nice, dont you think so Jim?" asked Gladys.
+
+"Yes I do, thanks" replied Mr. Palsey.
+
+So the trio linked arms and walked slowly down the garden path, and Mr.
+Winston settled himself comfortably once more and prepared to read the
+"Star."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 6
+
+A DISSOPOINTING LETTER
+
+
+He had barely got through the first paragraph when Marshland entered
+with a letter.
+
+"For you sir" she said placing it on her master's lap.
+
+"Thanks" said Mr. Winston opening the envelope as he spoke.
+
+The letter ran thus:
+
+
+                                          H. M. Prison,
+                                               Warwick.
+
+            DEAR SIR,
+
+          You are requested to come up here by the first
+          train tomorrow morning to hang Mr. Smith, who has
+          lately murdered his wife and three children. It is
+          a serious case, and I am sure you will sympathize.
+
+                           Belive me dear sir
+                                Yours etc
+                         C. L. PORTER (head warder of the
+                                              county prison).
+
+          To. J. Winston Esq: Beach Dale, Kenalham Hants.
+
+Mr. Winston sighed as he closed the letter.
+
+"Oh dear oh dear" he cried, "here I have to leave my happy home, just
+when Gladys and James have arrived, Marshland" he added.
+
+"Yes sir" said the servant coming forward.
+
+"I shall have to leave home early tomorrow" said Mr. Winston "how will
+you get on with out me?"
+
+"Oh sir, I think we shall get on all right" responded Marshland "I'll
+keep an eye on the young ladies and Mr. Palsey will cheer them up I
+know."
+
+"I dont know that" said Mr. Winston "he seems a very dull gentleman."
+
+"Do he really sir" said Marshland "well I'm sure I'm very sad."
+
+"But do you think you can mannage without me? I shall not be away more
+than three days" asked Mr. Winston.
+
+"Oh yes sir, dont you fret" replied Marshland and now is there anything
+I can do for you?"
+
+"No nothing thank you" said Mr. Winston "but when the young ladies and
+Mr. Palsey come in, send Miss Helen to me."
+
+"Yes sir" said Marshland quitting the room.
+
+Barely had the door closed on Marshlands comely figure, when it opened
+again and Cyril Sheene came bounding in.
+
+"Hullo Winston" he cried "I heard you had some friends down, so I
+thought I'd just drop in and be introduced."
+
+"They're all out at present" said Mr. Winston with a vain attempt at a
+smile, "sit down wont you they'll be in soon."
+
+Cyril flung himself down in an arm chair and then glanced at Mr.
+Winston.
+
+"Why Winston old fellow" he cried, you dont look yourself, is anything
+up?"
+
+"Oh nothing said Mr. Winston tapping the table nervously."
+
+"Now look here" said Cyril "you cant get round me like that, I know
+something is wrong, you might as well tell me."
+
+"Very well Cyril I'll tell you" said Mr. Winston and he handed the
+letter to Cyril, who read it carefully through. As he did so a marked
+change came over his face, a change from a pleasant faced young man to
+that of a stern, cold, yet pleased person.
+
+"So you're off tomorrow?" remarked he as he folded the paper.
+
+"Yes I suppose so" said Mr. Winston.
+
+"How you must feel leaving the girls all alone" said Cyril.
+
+"I do" said Mr. Winston, "but I know Marshland will take good care of
+them and you'll look in wont you?"
+
+"Well I was about to suggest going up with you" said Cyril "I know a few
+friends in Warwick and you'd be all the better for a companion."
+
+"It is kind of you Cyril" said Mr. Winston "but I'd rather you stopped
+to take care of Helen."
+
+"Oh Helen will be all right with Marshland and Mr. Palsey in the house"
+said Cyril "I think you need me more."
+
+"I suppose I do" replied Mr. Winston "but my poor little Helen."
+
+"Well I'll stay if you like, but you wont be away more than three days
+and what Helen wants with me hanging about I dont know." said Cyril.
+
+"Well I'll take your advice and accept you as a companion, and thanks a
+thousand times Cyril" replied Mr. Winston.
+
+At that moment the door opened and Helen came running in.
+
+"Well father dear" she said, "I was told you wanted me, so I just came
+down while Gladys changes her dress."
+
+"Yes dear" said Mr. Winston I am afraid I have some rather bad news for
+you."
+
+"Oh dear father what is it?" exclaimed Helen kneeling down by the chair.
+
+"I must go to Warwick early to-morrow dear on a hanging matter" replied
+Mr. Winston "I shall be back in three days."
+
+"Oh father" cried Helen "just when Gladys and Mr. Palsey have come down
+Oh I am sorry" and her pretty eyes filled with tears.
+
+"Yes dear I am sorry too" remarked Mr. Winston slowly, "but you'll be
+all right wont you?"
+
+"Oh yes father" said Helen "I was not thinking of myself, but it always
+knocks you up so, and just when we're all so happy."
+
+"Well Cyril has offered to go with me and keep me company" said Mr.
+Winston "you wont miss him much will you?"
+
+"Oh Cyril I am glad" exclaimed Helen. "I feel far easier now, you'll
+take such care of father I know."
+
+"Yes Helen I will" said Cyril folding Helen in his arms and kissing her
+forehead.
+
+"Thank you Cyril" said Helen returning her lover's kiss.
+
+Soon after Gladys and Mr. Palsey came in, and a merry farewell evening
+was spent, Cyril at the head of the fun.
+
+Next morning Helen was up early toasting some bread for her father's
+breakfast; she made the table and room as cosy as she could and then
+waited her fathers coming down.
+
+He came at last looking worn and pale but he enjoyed his meal and
+cheered up a little as he ate it.
+
+"Now dear, is your portmanteau ready?" enquired Helen trying hard to
+keep back her tears.
+
+"Yes dear quite" returned the father "and Cyril will meet me at the
+station you know."
+
+"Yes he told me so" replied Helen.
+
+"Well goodbye darling, keep a good heart and I'll be back on Thursday at
+the latest" said Mr. Winston.
+
+"Goodbye dear father" rejoined the girl "I'll try and be cheerful but it
+is hard you know."
+
+"I know it dear" said Mr. Winston and then turning to Marshland he added
+"goodbye Marshland, take good care of the young ladies and keep an eye
+on Mr. Palsey."
+
+"I will sir" returned Marshland and then she and Helen stood at the door
+the latter waving her handkerchief to the dear father who was never more
+to enter his happy home in Kenalham.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 7
+
+THE ALARM
+
+
+Helen Winston found it very hard to be merry without her father, but she
+did her best and Gladys took her little attentions very kindly.
+
+"What do you propose doing now? she asked when breakfast was cleared
+away.
+
+"I must attend to the housekeeping first and then I thought a walk on
+the hills would be nice" answered Helen.
+
+"Very good" said Gladys "we can go and visit the old castle you talk so
+much about."
+
+"Yes" said Helen, and she tripped down stairs, more for the pleasure of
+a comforting talk with Marshland than to order the dinner.
+
+In an hour's time they were all ready and started on their breezy walk.
+
+"How lovely it is up here," remarked Gladys.
+
+"Yes is'nt it beautiful" replied Helen thinking of the last time she was
+up there."
+
+The little promenade quite cheered Helen up, and she and Gladys did some
+shopping in the afternoon while Mr. Falsey stayed at home to smoke his
+pipe.
+
+The next day passed pretty much the same as the first and by Thursday
+morning Helen was all smiles again, knowing that by tea-time her dear
+father would be home again.
+
+In the afternoon she went out and bought a tea cake for tea. She had tea
+laid out on the best bamboo table with the blue and gold tea cups and
+she also put fresh flowers in all the vases and all together the little
+drawing room had a truly home-like aspect.
+
+At 4 o'clock a ring was heard at the front door.
+
+"How funny of father to ring" cried Helen "I thought he would be sure to
+come in and supprise me."
+
+"Perhaps he thought it would supprise you more if he rung," replied
+Gladys.
+
+"Ah perhaps so" responded Helen giving a last touch to the pink
+rose-buds which drooped prettily over the china vases.
+
+At that moment Marshland entered the room with a frightened look on her
+face.
+
+Coming up she handed a telegram to Helen "its given me such a turn miss"
+she explained "them telegrams always seem to carry bad news."
+
+Helens face grew pale and she hastily opened the envelope.
+
+The moment her eyes rested on the words, she uttered a cry of anguish
+and flung the telegram away from her. "Oh I know its father" she cried.
+
+"Hush hush miss" said Marshland soothingly and picking up the telegram
+she too read the fatel words. The telegram ran as follows:
+
+          Come at once, a terrible thing has happened.
+                                              SHEENE.
+
+Marshland's honest face grew ashy as she read the words, but she tried
+to control her feelings for Helens sake.
+
+"Well miss it is a terrible thing" she said "but we can but hope for the
+best, what train will you go by miss."
+
+"Oh I dont know, dont ask me," cried poor Helen.
+
+"Dont cry so Helen dear" said Gladys "after all it may not be as bad as
+Mr. Sheene thinks."
+
+"Wont you allow me to come to Warwick with you Miss Winston?" asked Mr.
+Palsey kindly.
+
+"You're very kind" sobbed Helen, "but Gladys wont like it."
+
+"Dont think of me for one instant" said Gladys, patting Helen's head "of
+course you'll go with her James and Marshland and I will keep house till
+you come back."
+
+"I had better go tonight" said Helen getting up from the sofa and
+glancing at the pretty little tea table, which five minutes ago she had
+arranged with such love and care.
+
+"Yes miss, the telegram says at once" replied Marshland, "I wonder when
+the next train is."
+
+"I can tell you" cried Mr. Palsey producing a time table from his pocket
+and running his finger down the column.
+
+"Poor Helen" said Gladys kissing her fondly.
+
+"Seven fifteen is the next" said Mr. Palsey, "that'll give you nice time
+to get ready," and it gets to Warwick at 11-30.
+
+"That will do" replied Helen "will you put my things together for me, I
+feel so faint."
+
+"Yes dearie" replied Marshland. Now Helen dear you rest on the sofa and
+I'll bring you some tea" said Gladys. Helen flung herself down, quite
+worn out.
+
+Gladys gave her a cup of strong tea and bathed her hot head with eau de
+cologne.
+
+"I'll go and order the dog-cart, to drive us to the station" said Mr.
+Palsey.
+
+"Yes be quick James, you must not be late" replied Gladys.
+
+For in an hour's time all was ready. Helen, with a white shawl over her
+face was standing at the door while Mr. Palsey put the bags into the dog
+cart.
+
+"Goodbye Helen dear" cried Gladys "keep up a good heart and James will
+take every care of you."
+
+"Goodbye Gladys" said Helen "and thanks so much for sparing him to me."
+
+"Goodbye Miss Helen my love" cried poor old Marshland wiping her eyes on
+her apron, "write as soon as you can and let me know how the master is."
+
+"Yes of course I will" cried Helen, jumping into the dog cart, "goodbye
+all, goodbye and in an other minute the dog cart was out of sight, and
+Marshland returned to her work, and Gladys to the deserted drawing
+room.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 8
+
+BAD NEWS
+
+
+The journey on which Helen and Mr. Palsey had set out was a very long
+one indeed and May though it was the night was very chilly.
+
+Helen shivered as she got into the train and drew her shawl round her.
+Mr. Palsey had taken first class tickets, and so soothing was the motion
+of the train and so comfortable the seat in which she found herself that
+Helen soon dropped asleep.
+
+"Now I can think over things a bit," said Mr. Palsey taking some papers
+from a black bag by his side, "jolly nice of Gladys to suggest me coming
+up here, though she didn't know why I wanted to come poor girl; odd that
+I didn't hear from Sheene today, I quite expected a line or a telegram
+to say how matters stand. It may here be mentioned that Mr. Palsey and
+Cyril Sheene were by no means new acquaintances and had met many times
+in London and even once or twice before in Kenalham.
+
+"Odd how Cyril found out about that secret shelf mused Mr. Palsey "a
+whole bag of gold he said, how Winston saved it I dont know, ah he was a
+rich man with all his poor living and scanty furniture. I think there
+were some jewils in the safe too but of course it is the money, the gold
+I'm putting myself to this for and with a cold laugh, he drew out some
+closely written papers and read them eagerly, putting pencil marks by
+certain paragraphs in the document.
+
+The train flew on nearing Warwick rapidly.
+
+At last Helen awoke with a start and found Mr. Palsey taking forty winks
+opposite her.
+
+She rubbed her eyes and looked out of the window, "how dark it is" she
+thought and its raining too, how horrible and she nestled under her
+fluffy shawl. Presently the train stopped with a jerk and Mr. Palsey
+woke up.
+
+"This is Warwick" he said picking up his bag "train's late and it is
+twenty to twelve.
+
+"How late" quoth Helen and with a sigh she followed Mr. Palsey on to the
+crowded platform.
+
+It was a dreary sight which met the weary girl's eyes. The rain was
+pouring heavily and the whole station looked wet and miserable. The gas
+lights flickered in the wind making hideous shadows on the walls. The
+porters, cold and cross looking, poor things, were bustling about,
+crying the name of the station at the tops of their voices, and a thin
+shaggy dog, evidently lost, was howling pitiably, tending by no means to
+cheer poor Helen's quaking heart.
+
+"I thought Cyril would be sure to meet you" said Mr. Palsey suddenly
+"you go into the waiting room and warm yourself and I'll walk up the
+road a bit and see if I see him, for I dont know what house to go to do
+you?"
+
+"No" said Helen, "oh Mr. Palsey I'm so unhappy and with a faint cry she
+turned away and buried her face in her shawl.
+
+"Poor thing" thought Mr. Palsey "she cant guess the worst yet," out loud
+he added "hush Miss Winston, you are over fatigued, that is all, would
+you like a cup of coffee? the refreshment room is not yet closed."
+
+"I could'nt drink or eat" replied Helen sadly "I'll go and sit by the
+fire while you look for Cyril.
+
+"Very well" said Mr. Palsey, and he turned round and went off in an
+opposite direction.
+
+Helen entered the waiting room and sat by the fire her tired eyes
+covered with her hands. Presently she raised her white face and glanced
+at the clock. Two old ladies sitting near, noticed her pale frightened
+face.
+
+"Have you come a long journey" asked one "you look very tired."
+
+"I am very tired, and miserable too" broke forth Helen in the fullness
+of her heart "oh why am I dragged up here in this cruel fashion, oh what
+has happened to father?" she burst into heart broken sobbing.
+
+The old ladies looked very much alarmed and after bidding Helen a kind
+good night, gathered up their wraps and departed.
+
+The time sped on and still nether Cyril nor Mr. Palsey arrived.
+
+Helen grew terrified and was on the point of going out on to the
+platform when the door opened and the two men appeared.
+
+Mr. Palsey looked much the same, Cyril was clad in a heavy ulster and
+his face was white and scared.
+
+Cyril was speaking as the two entered and Helen caught the last words,
+"just as we could have wished" he was saying. "Oh Cyril Cyril" cried
+Helen and she flung herself into his arms.
+
+"My darling" gasped Cyril and a queer gurgle sounded in his throat.
+"What is it Cyril, what has happened?" cried Helen, clutching hold of
+his coat.
+
+"Hush darling" said Cyril, "come outside.
+
+Helen was quite overcome by now and she allowed herself to be led out by
+Cyril and Mr. Palsey.
+
+"Shall you tell her tonight" whispered Mr. Palsey.
+
+"It is better to get it over" replied Cyril, "Helen dear, be prepared
+for bad news."
+
+"Yes yes anything" gasped Helen nervously "father is ill I know very
+ill, oh Cyril tell me quickly."
+
+"Worse than that" said Cyril and he clasped her tightly to him.
+
+"Not dying moaned Helen, "oh Cyril not dying.
+
+Cyril said nothing, but Mr. Palsey whispered "out with it Sheene, she
+must know soon."
+
+"He is dead" cried Helen wildly, "say the words Cyril say them."
+
+Cyril bowed his head "yes" he murmured "dead--murd----
+
+"Hush" whispered Mr. Palsey striking him on the arm, "you idiot, keep
+quiet."
+
+With a shriek, Helen tore herself from Cyril's grasp and ran like the
+wind, she herself knew not wither; at the station gate her strength
+failed her, she turned, she tottered, she tried to scream and fell
+insensible at the feet of the villians.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 9
+
+HELEN'S ACCTIDENT
+
+
+Cyril and Mr. Palsey lost no time in conveying Helen to a cab which was
+waiting outside. They placed her on one of the seats and bade the cabman
+drive directly to number 2 Medina Road, where Cyril was lodging.
+
+"How will you manage about the money Cyril?" presently asked Mr. Palsey.
+
+"Dont speak to me of money?" cried Cyril bitterly, "oh Helen Helen" and
+he bent over his unconcious sweetheart.
+
+"Pon me word Cyril" cried Mr. Palsey "you're a born idiot, the girl will
+soon recover, you'll marry her and we'll go halfs with the money, its
+simply ridiculous the way you mople and mumble over her, let her alone
+I say and tell me how the murd--the bussiness went off."
+
+"I've told you twice it was very successful" replied Cyril impatiantly.
+
+"You're trying to hide something I can see" cried Mr. Palsey
+passionately, "you'd best tell me, or not a farthing of the money shall
+be yours."
+
+"I dont see that" said Cyril cooly, "you dont even know where the safe
+is." Mr. Palsey bit his lips in suppressed anger. Cyril's words were
+stiningly true and made him boil with passion. "Here we are" said Cyril,
+as the cab stopped at a dimly lighted street corner.
+
+"Hi cabman, get down and open the door" screamed Mr. Palsey.
+
+The man shuffled down from the box and opened the door.
+
+"Any luggage" he asked roughly.
+
+"No" replied Mr. Palsey "there is a young lady fainted and we are going
+to carry her in to this house."
+
+"Right" responded the man and he stood aside while Cyril and Mr. Palsey
+came gingerly out carrying Helen between them.
+
+As they were ascending the steps a rough looking man in a torn red
+shirt and battered hat came up and addressed himself to Cyril.
+
+"Hi sir" he cried out "what about that £10 you promised; I'm a poor
+starving man and I cant wait much longer.
+
+"Bother" muttered Cyril "here man will a shilling suffice for this
+evening, I'll pay the rest tomorrow."
+
+"All right" grumbled the man, "unless you pay up tomorrow it'll be the
+last job I do for you," and with an oath the man departed.
+
+Cyril lead the way into a dimly lighted parlour and with Mr. Palseys
+help Helen was soon arranged on the sofa.
+
+Some supper consisting of cold mutton, vegitables and a jug of ale was
+laid out on a round table in the centre of the room, and small parrifin
+lamp burnt on the mantleshelf. Going over to this last object Cyril
+screwed it up, so that its glare fell, full on Helen's face.
+
+"Why she's hurt herself terribly" cried Cyril in alarm, pointing to a
+wound in her forehead from which blood had been streaming down her face.
+
+"Is your landlady up?" enquired Mr. Palsey seriously.
+
+"I should rather doubt it, why?" asked Cyril.
+
+"Because Miss Winston should be taken to her bedroom at once, I'm afraid
+it is a bad cut" replied Mr. Palsey.
+
+"I'll ring" responded Cyril and he acted accordingly.
+
+In ten minutes or so an oldish woman entered holding a candle and her
+garments had evidently been flung on in a hurry.
+
+"What now sir?" she asked.
+
+"Sorry for disturbing you Mrs. Pollard but this young lady of mine has
+had a terrible fall and must be taken to her bedroom at once, we thought
+it was only a faint said Cyril.
+
+"Lardy dardy" exclaimed Mrs. Pollard "poor young lady, I'll see to her
+at once sir."
+
+She left the room and soon returned with an other servant and the two
+carried Helen to her bedroom where they bathed her face with cold water
+and put her to bed as carefully as possible.
+
+"You'd best go for the doctor Mary" said Mrs. Pollard "say nothing to
+the young gentleman and be as quick as you can.
+
+Meanwhile Cyril and Mr. Palsey sat down to their supper.
+
+"Poor Helen" cried Cyril at last.
+
+"Oh stop that tune do" cried Mr. Palsey "tell us what happened."
+
+"It was all done as pre-arranged. I waited till the man was hanged and
+the yard emptied of people and while Mr. Winston was putting away the
+scaffold the blow was struck" said Cyril.
+
+"By you?"
+
+"No"
+
+"Who then?"
+
+"Oh that lout you saw at the door just now, he decided to do the job for
+£10, I had hard work to make him do it just at first" replied Cyril.
+
+"Indeed" said Mr. Palsey "what was his name?"
+
+"Jack Jenkins" replied Cyril a terrific beggar and drunkard too I
+belive."
+
+"Oh" laughed Mr. Palsey "and what plan did you adopt about the gun?"
+
+"I did'nt do that" responded Cyril "when Jenkins had done his part of
+the bussiness, I got a knife, steeped it in red ink and laid it by Mr.
+Winston's side, as he was prostrated on the ground."
+
+"And that will lead the police to belive it was suicide you think?"
+asked Mr. Palsey.
+
+"I think so" replied Cyril with a groan "at last that seemed to be the
+general opinion when the poor fellow was taken to the mortuary."
+
+"Why do you say "poor fellow?" asked Mr. Palsey.
+
+"Because I do think he is a poor fellow and I'm sorry I ever did the
+thing" cried Cyril and he brought his fist down on the table with such
+force that the jug of beer toppled over and fell on the floor.
+
+At that moment the door opened and Mrs. Pollard poked her head in "if
+you please sir" she said "we've thought fit to send for Dr. Poppet, and
+he's waiting in the hall."
+
+"Very well" said Cyril with dignity "show him upstairs and when he has
+seen Miss Winston let him come and have a word with me."
+
+"Miss Winston" cried Mrs. Pollard "why sir is she any relation to the
+poor hangman as was killed after the affair."
+
+"Yes woman" cried Cyril hotly "she is his daughter, now go for pity's
+sake"
+
+Mrs. Pollard hastily withdrew and commanded Dr. Poppet to follow her.
+
+"Its a serious case sir" she said cheerily opening Helen's door "step
+this way please."
+
+Dr. Poppet stepped that way and went over to Helens bed, where Mary the
+under servant was putting ointment on the wound.
+
+"Hem" grunted the doctor seriously "not as bad as I feared, but very
+dangerous for all that, she must be kept very quiet Mrs. Pollard and
+must only take liquid food, she will probably awake by 5 or 6 o'clock
+and you may give her a little milk, "I'll call again tomorrow on my
+rounds, keep her head cool or fever of some kind may set in and effect
+the brain."
+
+"Your instructions shall be carried out to the letter" said Mrs. Pollard
+and with that she led him down to talk with Cyril Sheene.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 10
+
+IN THE COURT OF JUSTICE
+
+
+The next morning Helen was sadly feverish, though quite sensible.
+
+From the time she woke up 11-30 a.m. she never opened her lips.
+
+She was very feverish and her brain very much upset.
+
+Mr. Palsey decided not to tell Helen the fearful news till she was
+better and indeed it was a wise thing to do. Helen smiled and looked
+pleased when Cyril went to see her, but turned away in disgust when Mr.
+Palsey went near her.
+
+"Helen dear" said Cyril "I am going out now, is there anything you would
+like me to buy for you?"
+
+"No nothing" replied Helen "let me be alone, I want no one near me."
+
+Cyril sighed, took up his hat and departed.
+
+Entering the sitting room he found Mr. Palsey busy writing.
+
+"James" said Cyril "I must go out now, will you come."
+
+"No I cant" replied Mr. Palsey "I am very busy."
+
+Cyril again gave a sigh of relief, and opening the front door went out.
+
+The storm of the night before had quite subsided and the sun was shining
+brightly.
+
+To tell the truth, Cyril was very glad to hear that Mr. Palsey could not
+go out, for he himself was going to the court of Justice to appear as
+witness concerning the death of Mr. Winston, which some of the
+detectives suspected to be murder and some suicide.
+
+The court was densely crowded and in consequence very hot and stuffy.
+
+Cyril forced his way through the crowd and seated himself in the witness
+box, where sat two other men, Mr. Porter the head warder of the prison
+and Dr. Slyn, both of whom had held conversation with Mr. Winston, an
+hour or so before his death.
+
+"Not many witnesses for so serious a case" cried the judge in loud tones
+as he eyed the three desolate looking men.
+
+Cyril was the first witness as he knew more of the deceased than either
+of the other two. He had to relate all he knew of Mr. Winston's past
+life and in conclusion the judge asked him if he thought Mr. Winston
+looked like commiting suicide when he went to hang Mr. Smith.
+
+Cyril replied that Mr. Winston looked rather morbid on the day of the
+execution and otherwise no other change was visible.
+
+The judge coughed, "summon the detectives" he cried.
+
+The detectives (three in number) advanced.
+
+"Now Mr. Slag" said the judge, addressing the leader of the three men,
+"what is your opinion of this terrible case, murder or suicide?"
+
+Cyril waited open mouthed for the reply, his whole life depended on Mr.
+Slag's reply.
+
+Mr. Slag evidently did not like giving his opinion in public and he
+hesitated before speaking.
+
+"I say it was murder" cried one of the other detectives.
+
+Cyril could have screamed with vexation.
+
+"Are you aware Mr. Tix that your opinion was not asked" enquired the
+judge dryly "Mr. Slag if you please" he added authoritivly.
+
+"I say suicide most decidedly replied Mr. Slag "I am a trained detective
+my lord and am not likely to make a mistake, Mr. Rennet is also of my
+opinion."
+
+"Very well" said the judge writing in his note book.
+
+"I am convinced it is suicide and so is the jury and you may go Mr.
+Slag, the case is with drawn where are Mr. Winston's relations who will
+bury the deceased?"
+
+A stir in the witness box and Cyril came forward "I will undertake to
+pay for the burial" he said.
+
+"You?" cried the astonished judge "who are you pray?"
+
+"My name is Cyril Sheene" replied Cyril getting very red "and I am the
+greatest friend poor Mr. Winston had, besides his daughter who I know is
+penniless.
+
+"Very well" said the judge "you are a good benevolent man.
+
+Little did the simple minded judge know, that the innocent looking
+person he addressed in such kind tones was the real murderer of Mr.
+Winston.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 12
+
+HELEN'S RESOLVE
+
+
+Cyril Sheene returned home to his lodgings quite satisfied with the
+conclusion the case had come to. Entering the sitting room, he found Mr.
+Palsey still busy writing, though the dinner was ready and fast getting
+cold.
+
+"Still busy?" cried Cyril, pulling off his gloves and sitting down to a
+tempting looking dinner of juicy well cooked mutton chops, arranged
+against a mountain of frothy mashed potatoes.
+
+"Yes I'm terrificly busy" responded Mr. Palsey tearing up a large sheet
+of foolscap as he spoke.
+
+"Well lets have dinner now" responded Cyril sitting down as he spoke.
+
+"Oh all right" replied Mr. Palsey, who was not the least hungry, "where
+have you been all the morning?"
+
+"In court" responded Cyril absently gazing at the mutton chops.
+
+"In court man!" cried Mr. Palsey "what do you mean?"
+
+"I mean what I say" replied Cyril. "I was in court, acting witness in
+Mr. Winston's case."
+
+"Really?" gasped Mr. Palsey "what is the result?"
+
+"The case is withdrawn" replied Cyril feverishly, "they are convinced it
+is suicide."
+
+"Thank goodness" ejaculated Mr. Palsey "then we are well out of the
+mess."
+
+"Yes" answered Cyril and then vouchsafing no more the two men sat down
+to their dinner.
+
+Half way through ***y were interupted by Mrs. Pollard, who came in in a
+great fluster.
+
+"Please sir" she said in a hurry "Miss Winston seems so queer, she has
+got up and dressed herself and wishes to see you at once."
+
+"My stars" screamed Cyril, forgetting in his excitement what a gentleman
+he was and with that he rushed upstairs to Helen's bedroom.
+
+He found Helen standing by the bed, her hands beating wildly against her
+heart and a hectic spot burning on her cheek.
+
+She was completely dressed even to her grey travelling cloak which hung
+limply on her shoulders.
+
+"Cyril," she cried wildly, "I am going home, I can bare this
+imprisonment no longer."
+
+"Helen, my darling cried Cyril astounded by her words.
+
+"Yes it is true" cried Helen again. "I shall go home now now--this
+instant why am I kept in ignorance of my father's death? I know who
+murdered him in spite of secrecy," she screamed," it was Mr. Palsey,
+that false villain below," "Helen cried Cyril," "how could it be Mr.
+Palsey, why I should know it if it was he, dont be absurd dear, get into
+bed again do you know you are very ill, and to go out would be madness."
+
+"I dont care" screamed Helen, her eyes dilating and her cheeks burning.
+
+"I shall go home, I tell you it was Mr. Palsey who murdered my father
+if you dont know it Cyril, I do so there,"
+
+"Helen" said Cyril firmly "be calm and I will tell you about your poor
+father's death."
+
+"Tell me" cried Helen and she sank exhausted into a chair.
+
+"I fear" began Cyril "I greatly fear that your poor dear father
+commited--had reasons for depriving himself of life."
+
+"What!" cried Helen, starting to her feet, "you Cyril Sheene dare to
+insult me to my face, will you too turn, false, oh how dare you say my
+father commited suicide."
+
+"I dare Helen because I know it" replied Cyril.
+
+"You dont know it" screached Helen, "oh Cyril," and the poor un nerved
+girl sank sobbing on the bed.
+
+"Hush Helen," cried Cyril stroking her ruffled hair, "we wont talk about
+it any more, but indeed you can not go home today, it is impossible."
+
+"I must I must" moaned Helen "oh Cyril let me go, I want to see
+Marshland."
+
+"Helen, you cant go" replied Cyril "why do you want Marshland?"
+
+"Because she is my only true friend" cried Helen.
+
+"Helen am I not a true friend" asked Cyril reproachfully.
+
+"Yes Cyril you are" said Helen, "but do let me go."
+
+Cyril remembering the doctors directions that Helen was to have
+everything she wanted, replied "very well Helen, you may go to-morrow,
+and now get back to bed and rest."
+
+"No, no" said Helen "I must go tonight."
+
+"But your father is to be burried today," replied Cyril.
+
+"Never mind" cried Helen shaking her aching head, "It would break my
+heart to attend the funeral, I must go tonight."
+
+"Very well" said Cyril "I will go with you, by the 8-40 train, but now
+do rest darling."
+
+"Thank you, thank you Cyril" replied Helen gratefully and closing her
+eyes she fell into a heavy sleap."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 13
+
+THE DISGUISE
+
+
+Cyril was greatly troubled about Helen's strange conduct; he knew it was
+not good for her to travel in her present condition, and then again it
+would do her just as much harm not to go as she desired it so much.
+
+He went down to the sitting room and related all the story to Mr. Palsey
+and waited eagerly for a reply.
+
+"Why man alive!" shrieked Mr. Palsey "this is greatest piece of luck we
+could possibly hope for."
+
+"Luck?" cried Cyril "what do you mean?"
+
+"Why dont you see?" said Mr. Palsey "it is impossible for Helen to
+travel alone, and therefore you and I must accompany her, and of course
+it will be the very chance of chances to rob the safe."
+
+"But you cant go with her" replied Cyril "though of course I must."
+
+"Why cant I go if you please?"
+
+"For the simple reason that Helen suspects you to be guilty of murdering
+her father," replied Cyril, trying to appear unconcerned.
+
+"What?" shrieked Mr. Palsey thumping his knees vigerously, 'dont be an
+idiot, how can she suspect me?"
+
+"Well she does" answered Cyril "but you may be quite easy, for she will
+not speak of it."
+
+She'd better not" cried Mr. Palsey biting his moustache.
+
+"But you see James, it is quite impossible for you to travel with us, so
+you had better wait and come by a later train, there is one at 9-12 I
+know" replied Cyril.
+
+"No that wont do," said Mr. Palsey "it would upset my plans, besides
+making it too late to rob the safe with ease."
+
+"What will you do then?" asked Cyril. "I will disguise myself" returned
+Mr. Palsey "I have a heavy green ulster upstairs, which I know Miss
+Winston has not seen and grey slouch hat; and a false beard which I used
+when acting a play some time ago and if I put a little walnut juice upon
+my countenance I think I shall be sufficiently at least to deceive Miss
+Winston."
+
+"Capital" exclaimed Cyril, "put on the things now and see how you look."
+
+Mr. Palsey rummaged in his portmanteau and produced the required
+articles. The beard was a trifle crumpled, but Cyril who was neat handed
+quickly combed it out and made it look as good as new.
+
+Mr. Palsey then put on the ulster and big felt hat and attached the
+beard to his chin by a bit of elastic. Cyril then applied to his face,
+and in a minute he was disguised into a fearce foreign looking man.
+
+"Its a splended get up" said Cyril, eyeing the villain admiringly.
+
+"I wont take it off" said Mr. Palsey opening his purse and taking out
+ten shillings "I will go straight to the station and wait there, give
+this money to Mrs. Pollard for me, it what I owe her for the lodgings
+you know.
+
+"Very well" cried Cyril "but you'll have a long wait at the station."
+
+"I know" said Mr. Palsey "but I can amuse myself with a few comic papers
+and a pipe."
+
+"So with a hearty shake of the hands the two villains sealed the
+compact.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 14
+
+HOME AGAIN
+
+
+Cyril was very busy all that afternoon; he barely had time to attend Mr.
+Winston's funeral, which he did however for politeness sake.
+
+It was not a grand funeral by any means and I think it would have broken
+Helen's heart to see the plain unvarnished coffin which her poor
+father's remains were deposited in.
+
+When Cyril returned from the ceremony, he settled his accounts with Mrs.
+Pollard and then proceeded to pack his portmanteau, which piece of
+business did not take him very long.
+
+He was about to depart from his room, when something lying upon the
+floor attracted his attention.
+
+It was a water coloured painting of Mr. Winston.
+
+How Cyril's heart smote him, as he gazed at those calm, stern features
+and mild blue eyes, with so much trust in their orbs.
+
+He hastily shuffled the painting into his pocket, and with something
+between a groan and a sarcastic laugh, made a rapid retreat down the
+stair case.
+
+Helen was waiting in the hall.
+
+She looked a very different girl from the bright rosy faced Helen of a
+week ago.
+
+Her cheeks were white and hollow save for one hectic spot and her great
+hazel eyes seemed too dark for her face. Her dark hair was limp and
+uncurled, and her lips were as ashy as her face. She looked a sad little
+picture, indeed, as she stood there in the hall, with her grey cloak
+loosly buttoned round her, and her new black crape hat contrasting
+queerly with her ghost-like countenance.
+
+Cyril's heart of stone was quite touched as he saw her looking so vastly
+changed.
+
+"Come Helen" he said carresingly as he patted her hair behind, "it feels
+like old times to be walking with you again."
+
+"Perhaps it does to you" quoth Helen bitterly "but to me it is
+unbearable."
+
+Cyril said nothing, but gently helped her down the steps. In an hours
+time they were at the station.
+
+Helen sat on a seat to rest till the train came up, and Cyril went over
+to the bookstall, keeping close to a remarkably tall foreign looking
+gentleman who was laughing over Tit Bits.
+
+"Come away," whispered Helen to Cyril "that man reminds me of the two
+faced villain Mr. Palsey."
+
+"Helen" muttered Cyril between his teeth "be quiet do; please to
+remember that with all his villainy he is a perfect gentleman."
+
+"Ah" said Helen "you too admit that he is a villain."
+
+Cyril saw he had made a mistake and the hot blood rushed to his face.
+
+"Dear me" he said cooly "I am always blurting out things I dont mean."
+
+Helen was beginning to see through him.
+
+"Cyril" she said faintly "I hope you are not a villain too."
+
+"Why of course I'm not" replied Cyril "come, here is the train."
+
+Helen followed Cyril to a first class carriage, noticed that the foreign
+looking man, otherwise Mr. Palsey, jumped into a second class department
+and closed the door with a bang.
+
+"This is a fast train" said Cyril as he got on to the seat.
+
+"Indeed?" replied Helen, and with a deep drawn sigh she placed her
+bundle on the rack.
+
+"Helen wont you eat your supper," asked Cyril "it is nearly nine
+o'clock, you must be hungry.
+
+"Very well" replied Helen and she opened her bag.
+
+"What have you got?" asked Cyril eargerly.
+
+"Only a small pot of calf's foot jelly" answered Helen.
+
+"Oh" said Cyril in a dissopointed tone, "why you ought to have had fruit
+and cold fowl."
+
+"Dont speak to me of cold fowls" cried Helen in disgust and having
+finished her jelly she sank into repose.
+
+The train was an express and reached Kenalham a little before 10-30.
+
+Helen burst into tears as she stepped on to the platform. "Oh how sad,
+how sad" she moaned.
+
+The dog cart was waiting for them and Cyril jumped quickly in, helping
+Helen as he did so.
+
+For ten minutes or more, the cart stopped, and Helen found herself once
+more on the threshold of her home.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 15
+
+THE ROBBERY
+
+
+The door was opened by Marshland who having heard the fearful news was
+attired in deep mourning.
+
+"My darling Miss Helen!" cried the old servant.
+
+"Oh Marshland" cried Helen "I feel so terribly ill."
+
+"Come to bed at once miss and you shall have some hot wine" said
+Marshland "step into the drawing room sir" she added seeing Cyril
+waiting in the passage.
+
+"Goodnight Helen dear" cried Cyril, then turning to the servant he added
+"thank you I will rest for one moment, but I must go then, as I have a
+friend waiting for me in the town."
+
+"Very well sir" said Marshland "you can let yourself out cant you?"
+
+"Oh yes" cried Cyril and he betook himself to the drawing room.
+
+As I have already mentioned, Helen was feeling weak and ill and her head
+ached as though it would split. Marshland put her to bed very carefully
+and gave her some hot wine to drink.
+
+Once in between the beautiful cool sheets with the breeze blowing in at
+the open window stirring the dainty white muslin curtains, Helen dropped
+into a dull heavy sleep, but she was so restless that Marshland dared
+not leave her.
+
+As the clock on the stairs struck 12-30 Helen seemed to grow quieter, so
+Marshland drew down the blind, snuffed the candle and went downstairs.
+
+She bolted the hall door and peeped into the drawing room.
+
+"I heard Mr. Sheene go some hours ago" she muttered "and all the windows
+are bolted, so off I go to bed to rest my weary limbs."
+
+So the old woman went to her room, knocking at Gladys's door as she
+went, to assure that she was going to bed, for Gladys who was highly
+nervous had insisted on this.
+
+Helen slept heavily till about 2 o'clock in the morning, when she was
+awakened by some strange sounds below.
+
+She sat up in bed and listened, the sounds continued and feeling
+frightened she called Marshland.
+
+But the old servant was asleep and for a little while the noises ceased.
+Helen thinking it was her fancy turned in her bed and fell into a doze.
+In less than 2 minutes she was awakened by the furious ringing of a
+bell.
+
+For a moment her heart stood still and her very blood ran cold. Then in
+one desperate moment she recollected the sound of the bell.
+
+Springing from her bed she flew to the door crying as she did so "the
+safe, the safe!!"
+
+Wildly she flew down the passage her brain dazed her heart beating
+loudly.
+
+Her eyes were too dilated to see, and in flying along she struck her
+head against a tall old clock and would have fallen headlong
+downstairs, to certain death, but a pair of arms were hastily flung
+around her and in another moment two unconscios figures were lying
+motionless in the still dark passage with only the pale moonlight
+lighting up their rigid faces.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 16
+
+"SETTLED"
+
+
+Marshland had not been awakened by the bell and so when she got up next
+morning at 6 o'clock, she was entirely innocent of the nights events.
+Putting on her apron she hastily went downstairs. Half way down the
+passage she caught sight of something white.
+
+"Tut tut" she exclaimed "I wonder if those are my clean aprons or caps,
+they must have fallen from the beams." But here her wonderings were
+overun by the fact that the white things were no other than the
+prostrate bodies of Helen and Gladys.
+
+Marshland uttered a stifled cry, but recovering her presence of mind she
+instantly raised Helen in her arms. Gladys had by this time quite
+recovered and was kneeling by her cousin on the floor.
+
+"Raise yourself Miss Gladys" said Marshland "and help me take Miss Helen
+to her room."
+
+Gladys rose directly and Helen was soon upon her bed once more.
+
+She soon opened her eyes and fixed them on her cousin, "go away" she
+said calmly "I want to speak to Marshland."
+
+Gladys left the room and Helen's calm manner changed to one of absolute
+fury.
+
+Darting to her feet, she seized Marshland's shoulder, her white lips
+parted in feverish anxiety.
+
+"The safe" she cried quick Marshland it has been robbed--I heard the
+bell--go and see quick, oh Marshland hurry--hurry."
+
+Marshland had her doubts as to the robbery, but to quiet Helen she went
+downstairs to ascertain.
+
+Entering the drawing room to her great alarm she found the window wide
+open, and she knew she had shut and bolted it the night before.
+
+Advancing in some consternation she saw the bolt had _not_ been tampered
+with and her eyes wandered to the safe. Dragging back the curtain she
+perceived to her great horror that the gauze door was wide open and the
+black leather bag which contained all the money, gone.
+
+"Oh Heavens" ejaculated the old woman "all the money gone, yes every
+brass farthing of it, my poor Miss Helen you'll have to go begging now
+and in sober earnest too."
+
+It may here be mentioned that Mr. Winston had left a will leaving all
+his money to Helen, and the gold which that bag contained was all he had
+left, so that gone, Helen would have to set about to earn her own
+living. Mr. Winston had before his death written on a slip of paper "all
+this gold is bequeathed to my daughter Helen on the day when I shall be
+called upon to die." This he had sealed with his private seal and put at
+the bottom of the bag so that the thief (whoever he might be) had
+carried that signature with him.
+
+Marshland lost no time in seeing what else had been robbed and found to
+her relief that the ivory box containing the valuable old jewils had not
+been touched.
+
+Taking it in her trembling hand, she carried it to Helen's room. "Here
+Miss" she said, see the jewils have not been touched but--but--her
+white lips refused to say any thing else, but Helen took up the strain,
+"the money is gone, yes I knew it Marshland and I am left alone a beggar
+in this cruel, cruel world. All this she uttered in so calm a tone as to
+quite supprise Marshland.
+
+"Dont say alone miss" cried the faithful servant, for I will be with you
+through thick and thin.
+
+At that moment the door opened and Gladys announced that Mr. Sheene was
+waiting in the parlour, together with Mr. Palsey. Helen dressed herself
+quickly and leaning on Gladys's arm for support she entered the much
+disturbed drawing room.
+
+Cyril was standing by the window, his hands in his trouser pockets
+looking desperatly ill.
+
+Mr. Palsey looked as stern and hard as ever, and with his cigarette
+between his lips he appeared to be taking a general survey of the room.
+
+"Good morning Miss Winston" he cried totally ignoring his future wife,
+"if you have any brains they ought to tell you what I am here about.
+Before Helen had time to reply Gladys stepped forward and laying her
+hand on Mr. Palsey's arm looked in his face steadily and said. "James,
+I dont know what you intend saying but I am sure it is cruel and cutting
+and I beg and pray of you to keep quiet whatever it is. Helen is, as you
+know in great trouble about her dear father, and added to that, a
+robbery has been commited in the night, which has deprived her of all
+the money which had been left her and so she has now to earn her own
+living----"
+
+"Hold" cried Cyril suddenly turning round, "I have already heard of this
+terrible robbery and though I have to grovell in the very ground, Helen
+shall never have to earn her own living, in the presence of everyone
+here I repeat my words. I intend as soon as possible to take Helen to
+London and marry her on the first opportunity which presents itself; I
+have" he added, "though no one may know it, a private bussiness in
+Holburn, which consists of a small office in which I employ two clerks,
+my living appartments are at the back of this office or (home affair) as
+I generally call it, and mark my words all of you here Helen would lead
+a very happy life, and if my bussiness should prosper I will go and live
+in Paris or Rome if Helen should prefer it."
+
+"Thank you Cyril" said Helen, "I will spend one more week here to
+collect my belongings and then only too gladly will I go with you to
+your office. I have only one request to make."
+
+"What is that?" asked Cyril.
+
+"A very simple one" replied Helen "only that Marshland should come with
+us and be our servant."
+
+"Certainly," answered Cyril. "I shall be only too pleased, for the one
+servant I have is just leaving and I am sure Marshland will suit."
+
+"Pardon me" said Mr. Palsey "I think Cyril, if you take my advice you
+will leave this wicked interfeering old woman behind I warn you she will
+be the plague of your life, for I myself have had experience of what she
+can do poking her nose into people's rooms, the meddling old cat."
+
+"Mr. Palsey" said Helen calmly and with great dignity "perhaps you will
+allow Cyril to settle this matter, and if you will allow me to add, I
+would far rather be a meddling old cat, than a cruel hard hearted person
+who could murder a good innocent man for the sake of his money, and then
+could look the daughter of that man in the face with a cold unflinching
+gaze."
+
+Gladys uttered a low scream and staggered towards the door; she is
+loosing her head she sobbed, "going mad, and all through you James." For
+Gladys knew nothing of Helen's suspicions.
+
+"No Gladys" replied Helen, "dont cry, for I am not loosing my head or
+going mad either, and you have my utmost pity for having a husband such
+as he."
+
+But nothing could soothe poor Gladys and as Helen stooped to comfort
+her, Mr. Palsey took the opportunity of speaking to Cyril.
+
+"You idiot" he hissed "look what you have led Helen up to, making her
+speak to me like that, now I doubt if Gladys will belive in me, and if
+she does not there will be an end to my rich marriage."
+
+"I dont care" said Cyril, for he truly felt he had the upper hand, "I
+consider it would be a very good thing if Miss Lincarrol does not marry
+you for she is too good a girl to be joined with a low villain like
+you."
+
+"Very well" cried Mr. Palsey savagely "as you evidently consider
+yourself a saint, (though you did help me in the murder and other
+matters too) perhaps it will be better for both of us if we seperate at
+once.
+
+I have my half of the money and you have yours, so that is all settled,
+you can take Helen to London and marry her and I will take Gladys to
+Norfolk where all her relations live and marry her when I get settled
+and the less we hear of each other the better, that is my opinion and I
+hope it suits you.
+
+"It does" replied Cyril calmly "let us tell the girls and the sooner you
+and Gladys get packed off the better for I must stay here another week
+with Helen."
+
+"Gladys" cried Mr. Palsey firmly "get up at once and stop crying."
+
+Gladys dried her eyes and sat up.
+
+"Look here" continued Mr. Palsey, "you and I are going back to Norfolk
+this evening as soon as we can mannage it, and Mr. Sheene intends
+stopping another week with Miss Winston till he goes to London and
+remember the less you and she hear of one another the better; you will
+be much better for the loss of her company and your relations too would
+much rather you left here, it is taking effect on your health my dear,
+so be ready to start by 6 o'clock this evening and I will call for you;
+you and Helen will have plenty of time to say your last adieu before
+that; is that settled?" he added turning to Cyril.
+
+"Quite" replied Cyril.
+
+Gladys broke into heart broken sobbing but being used to obey she ran
+quickly upstairs to collect her things.
+
+With a cry Helen ran to Cyril and put her arms round his neck.
+
+Mr. Palsey bit his lips and turning to the window he turned over the
+past events in his mind and he thought how very well he had managed that
+last little bit of business.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 17
+
+BOUND FOR NORFOLK
+
+
+Let us now return to Gladys.
+
+Arrived at her bedroom she began to collect her various articles of
+clothing in a hazy and disturbed manner, every now and then sitting down
+to burst into a terrible fit of weeping.
+
+It took her over half an hour to pack up, and then having bathed her
+burning face, she began to feel very hungry.
+
+Finding a few biscuits in a tin, she lost no time in eating them and
+then she rang her bell.
+
+To her supprise Helen came to the door instead of Marshland.
+
+"Oh dear Gladys" cried Helen kindly "I am so very sorry that you are
+going."
+
+"Oh Helen," sobbed Gladys "it nearly breaks my heart to think of it, and
+we may not even write to each other."
+
+"Dont say that" cried Helen, "if ever I can manage it I'll always send
+you a note privately, for I shall never forget Gladys that you saved my
+life."
+
+Gladys could not speak for crying.
+
+"Now Gladys" said Helen "do stop crying or you will be ill, did you want
+anything when you rang just now."
+
+"Oh yes please" replied Gladys "if I might have something to eat, I am
+so very hungry."
+
+"Certainly, dear" said Helen and she darted downstairs, soon to return
+with a plate of well cut ham and a couple of poached eggs and a
+comforting cup of coffee.
+
+Having spread this out, she sat down to watch Gladys eat it.
+
+The poor girl looked very worn out and tired and great red and black
+lines encircled her blue eyes, "oh Helen" she said at last "do tell me
+what you meant by speaking so strongly to James just now.
+
+The tears came into Helen's eyes, "dont ask me Gladys dear" she said,
+some day I will contrive to let you know by letter but I cant tell you
+now."
+
+A silence followed and then Helen spoke again, "do you know" she said.
+"I am very glad things have turned out like this. I shall be happy too
+and perhaps forget all about me and all this misery."
+
+"Oh Helen" cried Gladys "I will never forget you it will be impossible."
+
+"I dont know" said Helen "you see its like this, although we shall write
+to each other (for my mind is made up on that score) when once you are
+happy, though you will not exactly forget _me_, you will forget this
+misery at parting and so you will be able to think of me without pain or
+regret, and it will be like a wound which though healed over is still to
+be seen, do you under stand?"
+
+"Yes dear Helen" said Gladys "there is certainly truth in what you say,
+but do you think we shall either of us be happy again?"
+
+"Yes" said Helen with a smile, "I do, light is certainly breaking
+through the darkness after all Gladys"
+
+Ah Helen!, happily for you that you can see the bright light appearing,
+but there are dark clouds gathering in the distance which you do not see
+but which nevertheless are coming nearer and nearer and will soon burst
+over your head and extinguish the sunshine and the light.
+
+The dreary morning passed away at last and the afternoon followed suit.
+A quarter to six found Gladys and Helen taking a last farewell in the
+drawing room before Mr. Palsey arrived.
+
+"Oh Helen shall we ever meet again, sobbed Gladys.
+
+"Hush hush" said Helen "dont cry Gladys and let me give you some advice
+before you go. Dont sob or show any emotion when you bid me goodbye and
+if afterwards Mr. Palsey should mention me to you be quite calm and show
+him you do not care, when next we meet I'll tell you my reasons and be
+sure they're good ones."
+
+Voices were heard at the front door and going into the hall, they found
+Mr. Palsey and Cyril talking and a carriage waiting at the gate.
+
+"Goodbye Miss Lincarrol" said Cyril as he took her hand "I am sorry you
+have to go."
+
+"Not at all" said Gladys brightly "goodbye Mr. Sheene, thanks for all
+your kindness."
+
+Here Mr. Palsey interposed "goodbye Miss Winston" he said raising his
+hat.
+
+Helen drew herself up and gave him a look (such a one as once seen never
+forgotten) and then turning to her friend said, "well goodbye Gladys, a
+pleasant journey to you dear."
+
+"Goodbye Helen" said Gladys bravely and calmly and without a break in
+her voice.
+
+"I hope you will enjoy yourself in London."
+
+Mr. Palsey looked astounded, he had expected a loud fit of crying at
+least.
+
+"Wont you say goodbye to me Miss Winston he asked sheepishly.
+
+"No cried Helen in a laud voice, "it was an evil day for you Mr. Palsey
+when my good father asked you to his house."
+
+Mr. Palsey jumped into the open fly and put his bag beside him.
+
+Helen stood on the steps waving her hand with tears in her eyes, while
+Gladys, for the sake of the friend she loved, sat erect and tearless in
+the carriage which soon wheeled her away from "Beach Dale" and its
+occupants.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 18
+
+THE OFFICE
+
+
+Left alone in the dreary little cottage, a sense of utter lonliness came
+over Helen. She truly felt as though the one spark of happiness in her
+life had faded. Sitting down in an arm chair, she took up some crochet
+and tried to do a little work before sunset.
+
+In a few minutes Cyril entered, fresh from a country walk.
+
+"Ah Helen" he cried "you're busy I see."
+
+"No I'm not" replied Helen sadly "did you want me for anything?"
+
+"Well I was thinking it might be as well to go and see the autioneer,
+Mr. Graham," replied Cyril "you see all this furniture must be sold and
+a week is but a short time to settle everything."
+
+"Yes I presume that would be best" said Helen with a sigh "where does
+this Mr. Graham live?" "Not a very long way off" replied Cyril "49
+Eastern Grove is his address"
+
+"Oh yes I know" said Helen "when shall we start?"
+
+"Now, if you like" said Cyril
+
+"Very well," and Helen tossed away her crochet and put on her hat.
+
+It did not take very long to reach Eastern Grove, a pretty little street
+at the end of Kenelham. Helen stood by while Cyril arranged matters to
+his own taste. At last all was settled and Mr. Graham politely promised
+to be round at Beach Dale by 9 o'clock the next morning.
+
+The next three days were busy ones indeed for Helen. All day she was
+flying up and downstairs, from attic to kitchen placing the furniture to
+be sold in lots and keeping what she wanted to take, in her own bedroom.
+Marshland helped all she could but being old and stiff she could do
+little but sit in the kitchen and moan at the loss of her beloved
+master's goods.
+
+Friday came at last (the day Cyril had arranged for starting) and Helen
+was up early taking a last look at the rooms, garden walks etc., that
+she loved.
+
+It was a boiling hot day and they had to start in the middle of the
+heat.
+
+A large waggon came to the door wherein all the odd pieces of furniture
+were packed and the trunks and boxes being put on the top of that,
+Helen and Marshland got a small wooden bench which they put at the door
+of the waggon for, as Marshland truly remarked "Air was better than
+comfort," and there they seated themselves to drive to the
+station--Cyril had gone on to take the tickets and see about a
+comfortable carriage.
+
+It was two o'clock by the time they reached Holburn.
+
+Cyril jumped out, ordered a hansom while Helen attended to the luggage.
+
+"Now Marshland" cried Cyril "you and Miss Helen will kindly get into
+this hansom and I'll tell the man where to drive to, I have a bussiness
+matter to settle, but you can tell the servant girl I'll be into tea."
+
+Helen and Marshland got hastily into the hansom, to the old servant's
+inexpressible delight who had never ridden in anything but the customary
+Kenelham dog cart, and the waggon she had recently quitted. Helen
+however was too tired to notice anything and the new sights and sounds
+had no charm for her country eyes.
+
+Presently the cab stopped at a small dreary looking office with the name
+Sheene & Co: in guilt letters on the window. Two men evidently the
+clerks, were watching with intense excitement the descent of the two
+ladies from the cab, their faces being pressed upon the iron blind of
+the office window.
+
+Helen went up the steps and timidly rang the "visitors bell."
+
+It was soon answered by a rought untidy looking servant girl, with no
+cap and a dirty cotton dress, whom Marshland eyed with intense disgust.
+
+"Are you Mr. Sheene's ladies?" asked the girl.
+
+"Yes" replied Helen "and Mr. Sheene wished me to say you were to show us
+to our rooms at once, he himself will not be in till tea time."
+
+"All right" responded the servant "step and in and follow me."
+
+She then led the way down a narrow passage past the home affair, till
+she came to a door which she flung open, announcing it was the sitting
+room.
+
+"You wont want your bedrooms yet awhile" she said "because they're not
+ready."
+
+"Oh pray dont trouble" said Helen.
+
+"Very well" replied the girl and she went off closing the door behind
+her.
+
+"The slovenly creature" cried Marshland "Mr. Sheene has evidently had no
+practice in choosing his domestics.
+
+The room in which they found themselves was rather small and very
+stuffey, the window being tight shut and the blind down. A red carpet
+adorned the floor a common deal table with a check cloth stood in the
+middle of the room, and three chairs were carefully arranged round it. A
+leather armchair was by the fireplace adorned by a crochet antimicassa,
+and a sofa of the same description was by the window. The mantle piece
+was furnished with two glass vases, and a clock, and a large photograph
+of Cyril and his two clerks. A sideboard was by the door covered with a
+clean cloth, a parrafin lamp, two trays and a bowl of lavender.
+
+"What do you think of it?" asked Helen after she had opened the window
+and taken off her hat and gloves.
+
+"Humph" said Marshland looking round "pretty fair, but law Miss Helen,
+comparing it with your father's dainty little parlour its a mere
+scullery."
+
+"Yes" said Helen "but dont let us hurt poor Cyril's feelings, no doubt
+he likes it."
+
+"No doubt" replied Marshland.
+
+By 5 o'clock Cyril came in, very hot but happy for all that. "Well
+Helen" he said "what do you think of your future abode?"
+
+"Oh its very nice" answered Helen.
+
+"Well let us ring for tea" cried Cyril "you will take your meal with us
+tonight Marshland, but tomorrow you will find your place in the kitchen
+with Alice the maid, who will do all the hard work while you preside."
+
+Marshland looked pleased but said nothing.
+
+Alice brought in the tea, and the three made it off shrimps and bread
+and butter and by that time Helen was pleased to go to bed, quite
+pleased with her first day in London.
+
+Helen's bedroom was at the top of a very steep staircase and it was even
+more stuffy than the sitting room. A rather dirty white blind hung in
+the window, which Marshland instantly tore down, "the filthy rag" she
+exclaimed "never mind Miss Helen, in a few weeks, I'll have this fit for
+a lady and the sitting room too for that matter.
+
+The iron bed stead was of the collapsible kind and Helen had to prop it
+up with empty trunks in order to get a night's rest, but what with the
+squalling of the office cats and the noise of the clerks and servants
+below, it was in the small hours of the morning before either she or
+Marshland got a wink of sleep.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 19
+
+IMPROVEMENTS
+
+
+It was 8 o'clock, the following morning when Helen was awakened by
+hearing a loud dispute outside her door between Marshland and Alice
+Grimstone (the maid).
+
+Glancing at her watch, Helen jumped out of bed and began her toilet and
+half way through she was interrupted by Alice bouncing in announcing it
+was gone 8 o'clock and would she (Helen) care about any water for
+washing. Helen declared she would, upon which she was presented with a
+can of hot water and a clean towel, soap already having been provided.
+
+Having placed the last hair pin in her knob and fastenned her white
+blouse, Helen went down to the sitting room, where a smell of hot coffee
+and fried bacon greated her nose.
+
+"Ah this is Marshland's cooking" thought Helen as she raised the cover
+of the dish. A great improvement was also visible in the room itself. It
+had been well dusted and swept and a few london flowers adorned the
+mantle shelf, a clean white curtain hung in the window, and Helen's work
+box and other little articles lay about the room, making it look far
+more home like than on the preceding evening.
+
+Cyril (Helen had heard) rose very late, so she was forced to partake of
+her breakfast alone.
+
+As soon as she had finnished, she rang the bell and ordered a fresh meal
+to be got ready for Cyril, for she really wished to please him and hoped
+in a few days time to have the house really nice.
+
+Then Helen thought she would go out and buy a few things, so calling
+Marshland she said "I am going out now Marshland, and lunch will be at
+1.30 if you please. Mr. Sheene likes high tea at 7 in the future we will
+follow this rule, breakfast at 9. lunch at 1.30, high tea at 7, Wine and
+biscuits 9.30."
+
+"Very well miss" replied Marshland "I'll see to it"
+
+"Yes" said Helen and do make that girl work for pity's sake, she is so
+lazy."
+
+"That she is miss" replied Marshland "She'll find her work set now I've
+come."
+
+Helen laughed "very well" she replied "I'll be in soon. I only want to
+buy a chicken and a yard or so of muslin for curtains."
+
+So going out, Helen hailed a hansom and got proudly in, much to the envy
+of Netherby and Wilson (the two clerks) to whom she had not yet been
+introduced.
+
+And so day followed day and Helen always found plenty to do. She was a
+first rate house keeper and Cyril treasured her accordingly. Marshland
+too made vast improvements in the lower regons. Alice was made to work
+hard and keep herself tidy.
+
+A bright yellow canary was purchased, and hung in the sitting room
+window to Helen's great delight, and she had no time to be unhappy.
+Cyril seemed to prefer being engaged so the marriage was put off, and
+Helen was once more light hearted and merry and her gay laugh might
+often be heard as she chatted cheerily to the clerks or played comic
+songs on the little harmonium.
+
+And yet no one is there to warn Helen of the approaching danger and
+misery.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 20
+
+THE SILVER TEAPOT
+
+
+Time sped on and nothing happened to alarm or upset Helen untill a
+certain October morning.
+
+She had just commenced her breakfast, when in came Cyril attired in his
+best black suit and stiff collar.
+
+"Why Cyril" cried Helen "how very early you are."
+
+"Yes I am" responded Cyril triumphantly "I am going to see a friend who
+lives in Piccadilly and I doubt if I shall be back before 10 or 11
+tonight."
+
+"Really?" said Helen, "well make a good breakfast or you'll be quite
+done up."
+
+Cyril made a hearty meal and then went to the front door to see if the
+weather promised to be fair; it looked rather gloomy, but no rain fell.
+As though a sudden thought had struck him, Cyril turned round and
+entered the office.
+
+"Netherby" he cried sharply "who's afternoon out is it, your's or
+Wilson's?
+
+"It is Mr. Wilson's sir" replied Netherby.
+
+"Then see he does'nt have it" said Cyril shortly "I have my own reasons
+for wishing you both to remain at home today, and dont forget the office
+is in your charge today Netherby; admit no gossiping women or
+tradesmen."
+
+"No sir" replied the clerk. Cyril turned to leave the office, nearly
+knocking Helen over as he did so. "Are you off?" she enquired "put on
+your overcoat dear, it is very chilly."
+
+"All right" said Cyril and he reached his blue melton from the peg.
+
+As Helen was helping him on with his coat she noticed something silver
+sticking out of the breast pocket.
+
+"Why whatever is this?" she asked in supprise, "it looks like the best
+silver tea pot."
+
+"Best silver tea pot!" cried Cyril scornfully, as though a man cant
+carry his cigarette case about with him."
+
+But he looked uncommonly angry for all that and Helen had seen and felt
+quite enough to convince her that it was the best tea pot and she felt
+her heart turn sick as she closed the front door after Cyril's
+retreating figure.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 21
+
+THE PAWN TICKET
+
+
+Helen's heart was beating fast, as she went back to the sitting room,
+"oh dear" she cried sitting down on the sofa "whatever is Cyril up to I
+wonder it _was_ a tea pot I know and it was wrapped in cotton wool too
+for it felt soft, I do hope he is up to no tricks."
+
+Finding nothing to do Helen sat down to strum on the harmonium, but this
+did not soothe her spirits and she wandered about the room till her eye
+fell on a little white ticket lying on the hearth rug. She could not
+bear to see paper on the floor, so she hastily picked it up, and before
+tossing it into the fire she looked at it well to make sure it was
+nothing important.
+
+Helen know enough to see at first glance it was a pawn ticket for a
+valuable silver sugar baisen worth £1.10.0.
+
+Her cheeks grew white as she read it and she felt her fingers growing
+stiff. "Of course" she cried "its as plain as day light, Cyril has
+pawned the best sugar baisen for a few trumpery shillings, oh I'm sure
+he is getting into bad company" and she commenced to weep. "And I know
+he means to pawn the tea pot too."
+
+But this was only the beginning of another long series of troubles for
+poor Helen, but happily for her she did not know that or it might have
+driven her mad.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 22
+
+AN UNEXPECTED VISIT
+
+
+Helen's weeping had given her a headache and she was taking a doze on
+the sofa, when angry voices were heard at the front door. The voices
+were those of Mr. Netherby and a young lady evidently in great distress.
+
+Helen came to the passage to hear what was the matter "I tell you I've
+had orders from Mr. Sheene to let no gossiping women inside this office"
+cried Mr. Netherby. "But I'm not a gossiping woman" said the lady in
+agitation.
+
+"And how do I know that?" enquired Mr. Netherby. "I tell you I am a
+hater of gossip" screamed the lady "and here it is pouring rain and you
+have the audacity to keep me waiting at the front door, when I ask to
+see the lady of the house."
+
+"There is no lady of this house" said Mr. Netherby "except Mrs.
+Marshland and she rules it with a firm hand"
+
+"I want to see Miss Winston" cried the lady now almost in tears.
+
+Here Helen interupted, "Mr. Netherby" she said "If this lady wishes to
+see me, kindly let her in at once."
+
+"I've got the master's orders not to" replied Netherby firmly.
+
+"Insolent person!" cried Helen "obey me at once, open the door."
+
+Netherby was alarmed and opening the door he fled into the office
+leaving his mistress to admit her guest if she would.
+
+"Can I do anything for you my good lady?" asked Helen opening the door
+wide.
+
+With a cry the lady flung herself into Helen's arms, saying "oh Helen
+Helen, how very glad I am to see you."
+
+"Why Gladys" cried Helen "how came you here?" "Oh its a long story" said
+Gladys (for it was she) "if I may come in, I'll tell it to you."
+
+"Yes do" said Helen "stay the whole day if you will, for Cyril is out
+and I am entirely alone" So saying Helen led the way to the sitting
+room, where Gladys soon divested herself of her dripping cloak and hat,
+and sat down by the fire to warm herself. "How dreadfully wet you are"
+said Helen as she shook out Gladys's cloak.
+
+"I had to walk all the way from Holburn station" replied Gladys "there
+were no cabs to be seen" "Dear dear" said Helen "I hope you wont take
+cold."
+
+"Not I" laughed Gladys "and now Helen dear if you are ready I'll tell
+you why I came here."
+
+"Yes do" pleaded Helen drawing her chair to the fire. "It is a long
+story" mused Gladys gazing into the fire, as though she could see the
+events of the past three months of her life written there in letters of
+red and gold. "as you know Helen, when I left Kenelham I went with James
+straight to Norfolk, where my parents and relations live. James and I
+stayed there for, say three weeks, and during that time I was perfectly
+happy. I did not write to you as I didn't know your address, I presume
+you did'nt know mine. Well at the end of these three weeks James got an
+invatation to go and stay with some people in Brighton and he asked me
+to go too I was glad to do so as I had never been to that part at all.
+So it was arranged for me to go and we started. We had not been there a
+week when a marked changed came over James. He grew white and thin and
+seemed so terribly nervous about the smallest thing. Men were constantly
+calling to see him and after their visits he looked even worse. It was
+not a large house where we stayed, and my room was next to his. He went
+to bed very late and I fancy he slept badly. I constantly heard him moan
+and walk about his room, and what terrified me so much was he used to
+talk about murders and robberies. So I took to listening to him, by
+putting my bed close to the wall. And I believe he found it out, for he
+took to ill treating me, that is to say he was not kind, and he called
+me horrible names. I felt it very much indeed and it must have made me
+look ill, for Mrs Martin (the hostess) said she thought the sea air did
+not agree with me and advised James to take me to some place where I
+had not been before. Accordingly we arranged to take a small house in
+Richmond for a few months till I got better. There it is we are living
+now. We have most comfortable rooms in a nice house overlooking the
+terrace gardens. Our landlady is a very good soul, and though I am much
+better for the change, James is not, he remains the same. All at once I
+remembered what you said to him that day about a murder. So I resolved
+to come and find out where you lived. I told James I wanted a whole day
+to do as I liked and I took a train for Holburn and I was directed where
+to go to, and here I am arrived in the very knick of time, just as Mr.
+Sheene is off for the day and you are quite alone to answer any
+questions I put to you."
+
+During the latter part of Gladys's story Helen had grown very white and
+she now paced the room in breathless agitation.
+
+"What is it Helen?" enquired Gladys.
+
+"Yes I knew I was right" muttered Helen half aloud "it is true too true
+alas! but my revenge is at hand."
+
+"Helen do sit down" cried Gladys "you look quite scared, I hope my story
+has not frightened you."
+
+"Frightenned me, No" cried Helen loudly "you have only confirmed doubts
+which have been lingering in my brain for month's past."
+
+"Doubts, what doubts." asked Gladys.
+
+"Oh Gladys" cried Helen bursting into tears "thank goodness you came to
+me today, for you may yet be saved from a terrible misfortune."
+
+"For pity's sake Helen speak out" cried Gladys "you talk like a
+tragedian Gladys" said Helen "did you say that Mr. Palsey talked about
+murders and robberies?"
+
+"Yes" replied Gladys sadly "he certainly made use of those two words."
+
+"Shall I tell you why?" asked Helen "I shall be much obliged if you
+will" answered Gladys.
+
+"Mr. Palsey's conscience has begun to trouble him" replied Helen.
+
+"Oh Helen what do you mean?" cried Gladys wildly.
+
+"Simply this" said Helen "you know when my poor father died, people said
+it was suicide."
+
+"Yes, but I never belived that" said Gladys with marked descision.
+
+"Evidently the detectives have found out their mistake" replied Helen
+"you say, men are constantly calling on Mr. Palsey."
+
+"Yes" replied Gladys "they are, but Helen whatever do you mean."
+
+"Gladys" said Helen, "dont hate me for what I am going to tell you; I
+only do it because I love you and wish to save you, it is a blessing you
+came here today, I suppose in another week you would have married Mr.
+Palsey but you wont now, for the man you call your lover is the murderer
+of my father."
+
+Gladys gave a loud groan and sank helpless to the floor.
+
+Helen ran to lift her up and after dashing some water on her face was
+happy to see her open her eyes.
+
+"Gladys, dear Gladys" she cried "I should not have told you."
+
+"Yes, yes" said Gladys faintly, "you did quite right, only it was such a
+shock to me, after beliving in him all these months."
+
+"Of course it is" replied Helen soothingly "thank goodness I shall never
+have cause to doubt Cyril's honour."
+
+"Oh Helen what shall I do?" moaned poor Gladys "to think of going back
+to sleep in the house with a villian like him "he might try to murder
+me in the night."
+
+"Why not stay here a few nights till you think of some plans" suggested
+Helen "we have heaps of room."
+
+"Oh no no" cried Gladys desperately "I dare not vex James like that and
+besides Mr. Sheene would not have me in his house."
+
+"Oh Gladys" cried Helen "he would be only too pleased to be of help to
+you."
+
+"No he would not" said Gladys "he hates me."
+
+"Gladys!" screamed Helen "how can you?"
+
+"It is true" said Gladys "and I will tell you why."
+
+Helen gave a snort of disgust but she listened attentively for all that.
+
+"You see" said Gladys "I had to walk from Holburn Station as you know
+and it took me some time as I did not know the way; I had just caught
+sight of this office from the opposite side of the road and was going to
+cross, when the door opened and Mr. Sheene himself came out, he did not
+see me at first, he appeared to be looking at the sky, but the moment he
+caught sight of me his face darkened directly, he looked at me for a
+minute with posative hatred in his eyes, and then turning round he went
+into the office, to give an order, I presume that order was that no
+women were to be let in, because the instant I asked to see you, I was
+furiously assaulted by a presuming clerk, who called me a gossiping
+woman, and no end of horrid names."
+
+"Oh" said Helen rather crossly "I think you must be mistaken, but all
+the same if you wont stay the night, you wont,"
+
+"I really can not," replied Gladys.
+
+"Did Cyril speak to you when he came out again?" enquired Helen.
+
+"Dear me no" replied Gladys "I took jolly good care he should'nt, so I
+bolted into a confectioners to escape him, where I had to go to the
+trouble of buying a bath bun; but anything was better than not seeing
+you."
+
+"Dont be sarcastic" returned Helen hotly "you dont treasure me as much
+as that."
+
+"Dont I?" cried Gladys "when I wanted to see you, I was not going to be
+snubbed by an insolent clerk, I would have braved him even if you had
+not come though I thank my stars you did come all the same, it is very
+degrading to be seen arguing with a common city clerk."
+
+"So I should imagine" replied Helen "I cant say I have ever been in the
+same strait myself; I am on very good terms with both Netherby and
+Wilson."
+
+"Are you?" said Gladys "which do you like best."
+
+"Well you see Netherby is rather alarmed at me" replied Helen "since I
+blew him up for attempting to touch the organ without leave; but then he
+is more to be trusted than Wilson, who thinks nothing of breaking his
+word, telling stories etc: Cyril has often thought of dismissing him
+only he is very sharp and a good writer I belive."
+
+"Well Helen can you suggest any plan for me" asked Gladys "I cant marry
+James that is certain, but I cant go home and tell him that to his face
+can I?"
+
+"Hardly" said Helen "if I were you I should go home, and dont say a word
+to Mr. Palsey, and write at once to your parents, telling them all you
+know as soon as you get a reply write and let me know and I will
+endeavour to come up and see you and we can arrange some plans; of
+course get Mr. Palsey out of the way before you ask me."
+
+"Oh yes" said Gladys "that is easily done, but mind you dont tell Mr.
+Sheene you have seen me today nor dont tell him you are coming to see me
+either."
+
+"Oh no" replied Helen "I'll merely say I am going to Richmond for a
+trip, he does not know you live there."
+
+"Then that is settled" replied Gladys with a sigh of relief "what time
+do you expect Mr. Sheene home?"
+
+"Not till quite late" said Helen "you must stay to lunch."
+
+"Thank you" said Gladys "I shall be delighted."
+
+So Helen rang the bell and when Alice answered it she ordered dinner for
+two in a most bussiness like way.
+
+Having made a good lunch, Gladys put on her things and got ready to
+start.
+
+"You must not walk again" said Helen "I'll call a hansom," so saying she
+opened the front door and gave a soft whistle. In a minute a hansom
+drove up to the door and Helen helped her friend in.
+
+"Goodbye Gladys" she said "dont forget to write and let me know directly
+you here from Norfolk and I'll come up if I can."
+
+"No, I'll be sure to write" responded Gladys "thank you so much Helen
+for all your kindness," and with a wave of her hand Gladys was driven
+rapidly away in the direction of Holburn Station, while Helen returned
+to the sitting room, a great weight lifted from her heart.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 23
+
+CYRIL'S RETURN AND THE PROMISED VISIT
+
+
+It was past ten before Cyril returned home very wet and cross into the
+bargin.
+
+Helen saw at a glance what she might expect, so she carefully made up
+the fire and set a nice hot supper on the table.
+
+"How tired you look dear" she said as she helped him off with his over
+coat.
+
+"Well I suppose I do" replied Cyril crossly.
+
+"Did you find your friend at home?" enquired Helen.
+
+"Yes I did" said Cyril hastily pouring out his beer.
+
+"Well that's all right" said Helen cheerily putting a lump of coal on
+the fire.
+
+"No it's not all right" replied Cyril "for pity's sake leave that fire
+alone, I'm not going to sit up all night."
+
+Helen smiled "have you a tooth ache dear" she asked.
+
+"No I've not" said Cyril "look here Helen, have you seen a little card
+about the floor today?"
+
+"Yes dear" replied Helen "a little Xmas card, that Mrs. Gingham sent you
+last year."
+
+"Oh yes" said Cyril, trying to look as though that was what he meant
+"where did you put it?"
+
+"In the desk dear" replied Helen producing a faded little card, which in
+an ordinary moment Cyril would have tossed into the fire, but now he
+carefully placed it in his note book.
+
+"By the way Helen," said Cyril "I find I must go to Piccadilly again
+tomorrow as I did not get through my bussiness today, have breakfast at
+8-30 will you?"
+
+"Yes dear" replied Helen, and after saying goodnight to him, she put out
+the lamp, taking care to drop the pawn ticket, (which had been in her
+pocket all this time) on the hearth rug, where she had found it.
+
+Helen slept very soundly indeed and she therefore was awake early. She
+got dressed quickly, and went down to the sitting room.
+
+Pulling up the blind she glanced quickly round the room. The ticket
+still lay where she had dropped it; Cyril had evidently not been down.
+
+By a quarter to 9 he made his appearance.
+
+"Now Helen hurry up with the tea!" he cried "it is getting late."
+
+"That's no fault of mine" replied Helen quietly "time will fly you
+know."
+
+"Who said it would'nt?" asked Cyril snappishly, sitting down in the
+grumps.
+
+"Why on earth does'nt Marshland send up the silver tea pot?" asked Helen
+artfully "I hate this old brown china concern; I'll ring for the other;
+and the sugar bowl too."
+
+"No, no please dont," cried Cyril nervously "I really cant wait."
+
+"Well if it is'nt sent up tonight I shall make a row about it" replied
+Helen crossly "I cant bear keeping the silver for special occasions."
+
+Cyril did not notice the ticket so Helen went and picked it up, "what's
+this?" she asked curiously.
+
+"What's what?" asked Cyril turning sharply round.
+
+"This little card" said Helen.
+
+"Oh that's mine" replied Cyril "I'll put it in my pocket if you give it
+here."
+
+Helen handed it over, "it looks exactly like a pawn ticket does'nt it?"
+she asked.
+
+"Yes, its not unlike one" replied Cyril.
+
+"No not at all" said Helen, "in fact when I read it yesterday, I thought
+it was uncommonly like one."
+
+Cyril turned a ghastly white and flew into the hall to get his hat.
+
+"Ha ha my dear" thought Helen "I've found out your little game," but
+never the less she followed him innocently into the hall, "dear Cyril"
+she exclaimed "I hope my thinking that ticket like a pawn one has not
+upset you; of course it is awfully foolish of me I know."
+
+"Yes I know it is" replied Cyril cooly, "I may say more than foolish."
+
+Helen laughed "you wont be so late today I presume," she said.
+
+"No I dont think so" said Cyril, "I may be home by three o'clock today."
+
+"Very well" replied Helen "dont hurry on my account, and with a giggle
+she opened the door and watched Cyril safely down the street, "yes my
+boy" she thought I dare say I'm cleverer than you take me for, any how I
+know where you're off to now and I wish you luck" and with a sigh Helen
+entered the office.
+
+"Netherby" she cried "a word with you if you please."
+
+The clerk shuffled quickly to his feet and followed Helen into the
+passage.
+
+"Now look here" said Helen firmly "did Mr. Sheene ask if any ladies
+entered the office yesterday."
+
+Netherby looked uneasily at the floor and kicked up the oil cloth.
+
+"Speak up" cried Helen loudly, "and dont tear my carpets please."
+
+"Well miss" said Netherby nervously "he did mention something of the
+kind last night."
+
+"Oh he did, did he" screamed Helen "and what did you say?"
+
+"Well miss I did'nt tell a story" said Netherby "I said not that I knew
+of because you see miss, I did'nt look to see if you let the lady in or
+not after I went into the office."
+
+"Thank you Netherby" said Helen "you have done me a great service, "and
+she pressed a sovereign into the trembling hand of the clerk.
+
+Entering the sitting room she found Alice waiting with a telegram in
+hand "its for you miss" she said "and the reply is prepaid."
+
+Helen tore it open; it ran thus:
+
+          "Have heard from Norfolk, come directly.
+
+                                           GLADYS.
+
+Seizing a pencil Helen wrote the following answer:
+
+          "Will try to come tomorrow.
+
+Helen giving it to Alice she told her to take it at once.
+
+"Poor Gladys" she thought, "I must manage to get to Richmond tomorrow
+what ever happens."
+
+The morning passed and Cyril was home to lunch in very good spirits.
+
+"Do you know Cyril" said Helen "I've often longed to go to Richmond for
+a trip, it must be such a nice place."
+
+"Have you dear?" said Cyril, "well I must endevour to take you one day."
+
+"Could you take me tomorrow?" asked Helen knowing he had an engagement
+on that day.
+
+"No, not tomorrow" said Cyril "why?"
+
+"Well there is a special matinee I wanted to see" said Helen "I promise
+you I'd be back by 8 in the evening."
+
+"All right" said Cyril "you may go if you wish it; be back early you
+know "here's the money for your seat."
+
+"Oh thank you" cried Helen "this is jolly I shall have a rare time I
+expect. I shall go there by the 9-12. You know and have a whole day of
+it."
+
+"Very well" replied Cyril with a laugh, and kissing him soundly Helen
+ran upstairs to dream happily over the coming event.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 24
+
+HELENS HAPPY DAY
+
+
+The sun was streaming in at Helen's little window, when she opened her
+eyes at 7.45 the following morning. Jumping out of bed with a happy
+feeling about her Helen lifted the lower sash of her window and lent out
+as far as possible. The October morning air blew chill against her
+lightly clad figure but the sun was high in the Heavens and with a sigh
+of relief she closed her casement and began to get dressed.
+
+"Let's see" she said opening her ward-robe and taking a view of the
+costumes therein "I'll put on my best dress if Marshland has mended the
+skirt" and so saying Helen shook out a pretty tweed dress trimmed with a
+deep pointed collar of scarlet velvit and cuffs to match and proceeded
+to button it on herself.
+
+Here she was interupted by a loud knocking at the door and Alice thrust
+her head in saying "If you please miss, Mr. Sheene says he dont know
+what train you're a-going to Richmond by because its going on for 9 and
+the breakfast is almost cold."
+
+"Oh dear" cried Helen hastily pinning on her hat, "I'll be down
+directly; what a time I've been dressing" she added. Seizing her gloves,
+umbrella, and little gold bracelet, she dashed downstairs and into the
+sitting room where a cold unpleasant breakfast greeted her, but Cyril
+was in a very good temper and that was just what was wanted, thought
+Helen as she gulped down her cold tea.
+
+"Here" cried Cyril tossing her a sovereign on the table, "that's a
+little contribution towards your pleasure trip."
+
+"Oh thanks Cyril" cried Helen joyfully "but do you mind dear if I dont
+go to the theatre; I have thought it over and I think I'll walk about
+the town, go to the terrace gardens, see the churches, and perhaps go
+on the river if it is fine, or if not go for a drive."
+
+"Allright" replied Cyril carelessly "I think you're much wiser myself, I
+always thought it was silly to go to the theatre; if you go to the town
+for a day you naturally wish to see it thoroughly, as of course it is'nt
+a place you're ever likely to go to again.
+
+"Exactly" replied Helen with a smile, "now Cyril I'm off; when do you
+start for Picadilly?"
+
+"Not till 10.30" replied Cyril, "now hurry up or you'll be late; be back
+by eight wont you" and he strode to the front door with her, where a
+hansom stood waiting.
+
+"Goodbye" cried Helen waving her hand to him: "Goodbye" replied Cyril
+"I'm so glad you're going to have a happy day" And as she drove off,
+Cyril thought what a bright pretty little blossom she looked with her
+bright eyes and rosy cheeks, compared to many of the ugly looking men
+who adorned the boxes of the London cabs.
+
+
+
+
+PART II
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 25
+
+A CRISIS
+
+
+To do Cyril justice, it will be only fair to say that he experienced no
+slight pang at parting with his pretty little future wife for one day
+only, for, cruel and hardened as he had become, he had a deep and
+undying love for Helen in the bottom of his heart.
+
+"What a dear she is," he muttered to himself, as the hansom disappeared
+round the corner, "and what a beast I am; I've deceived her all these
+months and I am still doing so. If it hadn't been for that villain
+Palsey, I'd have told her long ago, but now I can't, it's too late--too
+late," and thus making himself miserable and uneasy, Cyril entered his
+office to give the customary orders, and then prepared to walk to
+Picadilly.
+
+Leaving Cyril, we must now follow Helen to Holburn station. The train
+was in as she reached the station, and she had a rush for it; but she
+succeeded in securing a fairly comfortable seat in a third class
+carriage with only three people in it besides herself.
+
+Having made some notes in her pocket book, she proceeded to read
+"Pearson's Weekly," and soon became engrossed in its contents. By the
+time the train stopped at Richmond, the carriage was empty, and Helen
+was loth to leave her comfortable seat. Seizing her umbrella, she jumped
+blithely on to the platform, and glanced quickly at every passenger. No,
+Gladys had certainly not come to meet her. Giving up her ticket, she
+found herself on the open platform, and ordering a cab, she got in,
+telling the man to drive to number 8, Down Terrace. She then lent back,
+determined to enjoy everything that came under her notice. "It seems a
+big place" she said, as she drove through the crowded High Street of
+Richmond, halting every now and then to let a dust cart or some other
+vehicle pass over them.
+
+At last the Terrace Gardens came in view and Helen knew it would not be
+long before the cab stopped.
+
+She was right; just then it stopped in front of a row of large well
+built houses and having paid her fare Helen ran up the steps and rang
+the bell.
+
+It was answered by a stout middle aged woman.
+
+In reply to Helen's enquiry she replied in hearty tones "Oh yes miss,
+Miss Lincarrol is in right enough, she's been expecting you all the
+morning almost.
+
+Mrs. Norton had hardly uttered her statement, when Gladys herself came
+flying downstairs and in a minute she had her arms round Helen's neck
+and was hugging and kissing her to death.
+
+"Oh Helen," she cried "how kind of you to come so soon, you dont know
+what a lot I have to tell you."
+
+"I am quite sure you have dear" answered Helen "I was delighted to be
+able to come with out any bother"
+
+"Did'nt Mr. Sheene mind?" enquired Gladys leading Helen up the richly
+carpeted staircase." Oh not at all answered Helen brightly he seemed
+quite pleased for me to have a holiday, and he gave me this" she added
+holding up a bright gold piece.
+
+At this juncture they arrived at Gladys's bedroom, and drawing back a
+red plush curtain they emerged into a dainty little bedroom furnished
+entirely in sea green and bamboo.
+
+"Oh! what a charming room" gasped Helen thinking of her own plain room
+at home compared to this perfect little paradise.
+
+"Yes it is rather pretty" replied Gladys indifferently. all my rooms are
+on this landing you know!
+
+"How many have you?" asked Helen in surprise. "My sitting room is
+opposite this, and there is a dear little conservatory opening out of it
+in which I keep all my pet plants" replied Gladys "I think that is quite
+enough for one girl dont you?"
+
+"Quite" responded Helen "but where does Mr. Palsey sleep if you don't
+mind me asking."
+
+"Oh James has his appartments on the floor above this" said Gladys "now
+do take off your hat, and come and chat in my cosy corner" and she
+pointed to the richly cushioned seat as she spoke.
+
+Helen lay back in the seat and putting her hands behind her head she
+gazed wistfully round the room.
+
+"Well Helen" laughed Gladys "are you longing to see my other rooms?"
+
+"Oh no" replied Helen sadly, "this is quite lovely enough thank you,
+but Gladys darling do pray tell me what your parents said in the
+letter."
+
+"Oh yes" said Gladys, and jumping up she opened a handsome little
+morocoo writing desk and took from it a sheet of writing paper closely
+written.
+
+"This is it" she said sadly "I'll read it to you Helen, it makes me so
+miserable."
+
+Helen listened attentively while Gladys read in a most plaintive voice
+the following letter:
+
+
+                              "Speerin House
+                                       Endup Road,
+                                              Norwich.
+                                                 Oct. 17th.
+
+            MY DEAR GLADYS,
+
+          As may be imagined your foolish letter caused both
+          your father and I great displeasure. We both
+          consider your suspicions concerning James Palsey
+          totally unfounded, and from what you say we think
+          our niece Helen Winston must be a very foolish
+          girl to put such notions into your head. Of course
+          we pity her very much, as no doubt it is very sad
+          to have one's father murdered, but to tell you the
+          truth we think she must be a little off her head.
+          (Violent exclamations from Helen). Referring to
+          your letter again I see that you are determined
+          not to Marry James. Now Gladys you must see for
+          yourself how very nonsensical this idea is. James
+          has every means of making you happy and what is
+          more he is very very rich and is by no means
+          stingy with his money, as proof the lodgings you
+          are now in. I am sure he loves you very
+          passionately and he is both truthful and
+          honourable; (sarcastic smiles from both Helen and
+          Gladys), and what is the use of forsaking this
+          good man, whom you know and ourght to love, for
+          some horrible scrapegrace whom you choose to
+          consider faithful? Think over what I have said to
+          you and try and change your mind as regards James.
+          If you resolve to marry him your father and I are
+          quite willing for it to take place at once; if
+          however you persist in this obstinate behaviour,
+          remember you are cut off from our wills and we
+          will not have you in our house, neither will we
+          receive any letters from you. We are not ones to
+          encourage foolish suspicions, and are quite in
+          favour of James. You may write again and tell us
+          what you intend doing.
+
+                           Yours affectionate Mother,
+                                       ETHELREDA LINCARROL
+
+          P. S. We think the less you associate with Helen
+          Winston the better. Your sisters and brothers are
+          very upset and sincerely hope you will marry dear
+          James."
+
+"A most impertinant letter" cried Helen with burning cheeks and flaming
+eyes, "I had no idea my aunt was such a cruel, wicked person; I suppose
+she is in league with _him_," and she pointed in the direction she
+thought most likely Mr. Palsey had taken.
+
+"Oh hush Helen" said Gladys "you really have no right to speak like
+that!"
+
+"Yes I have" stormed Helen, "she dares to say I'm off my head; it is far
+more likely she is off hers."
+
+"Helen!" cried Gladys "I really wont allow you to say such things about
+my mother, it is most rude of you."
+
+"I dont care" replied Helen "if I am to be privately insulted in this
+way I declare I wont stand it, I have surely had enough trouble without
+this--this----"
+
+Whatever Helen intended to say she got no further, for she quite lost
+her self-control and burst out crying, her hot tears falling through her
+fingers and dropping on to her patent leather shoes. Poor Helen! it was
+indeed sad to have all the miseries of her past life recalled by a few
+thoughtless words expressed in a letter.
+
+Gladys who was sympathy itself, jumped up and ran to Helen's side.
+
+Putting her arms round her neck she kissed her, saying as she did so
+"never mind Helen dear, dont cry, I should not have hurt your feelings
+so, but cheer up and I'll tell you some news which will show you that we
+have _some_ friends, who are not on Mr. Palsey's side."
+
+Helen, who quickly got over her fits of sorrow dried her eyes and looked
+up.
+
+"What is it?" she asked.
+
+Gladys sat down again and opening her mother's letter said "you know
+what Mother says in the post-script, about my sisters and brothers being
+very upset and longing for me to marry James?"
+
+"Yes" answered Helen, "but how many have you got, I understood you were
+a very small family?"
+
+"Oh no, we are rather a large family" responded Gladys, "perhaps I had
+better tell you our names or you wont understand the news."
+
+"Yes please do" pleaded Helen.
+
+"Well I have three brothers and three sisters," said Gladys, "Lionel is
+the eldest of the family, he's about 25 or 26 I think, then there is
+Wilelmina, we always call her Minna, she is 24, then Lawrence is about
+23 I fancy. I am the next, and I suppose you know I have just come of
+age. Ethel and Elsie (the twins) are just 19, and Hugh is the youngest,
+he is between 17 and 18."
+
+"You all seem to have very fanciful names" said Helen.
+
+"Do we?" said Gladys "well Mother is just that kind you know, her name
+being Ethelreda Aurora, I suppose she thinks we ought to have fancy
+names."
+
+"Yes I suppose so" replied Helen, "I certainly think you have sweet
+names, Ethel and Elsie are very nice for twins, are they pretty?"
+
+"Ethel and Elsie?" asked Gladys "oh yes fairly so they are both fair you
+know."
+
+"You must be a fair family" replied Helen
+
+"You are fair yourself."
+
+"Oh no we're not" answered Gladys, "Minna is like a gipsy almost and the
+boys are all dark."
+
+"Really?" said Helen "well Gladys what about this wonderful piece of
+news?"
+
+"Oh yes" said Gladys, "well when Mother wrote that postscript, I dont
+believe she asked the others about it at all, because only the other
+evening, I got a letter from Lawrence, (he is my favourite) and it seems
+he is quite in favour of me _not_ marrying James."
+
+"How lovely!" exclaimed Helen.
+
+"I'll try and find the letter" said Gladys "it really is awfully nice,
+he says he never liked the looks of James and he quite believes my
+suspicions are right and he says he'll try and find out who murdered Mr.
+Winston if he can, and he strongly advises me to mary Lord Beaufort, (a
+friend of ours who has a regard for me). He also says that he will try
+and come to see me, Minna is very much of his oppinion too it seems, but
+I think that is because _she_ has her eye on James. The twins have not
+much to say in the matter except they think I am silly to miss such a
+chance, Lionel says so too, but then he is very high and mighty, you
+know, so of course he wants me to marry some one rich."
+
+"Well I dont see much good in looking for the letter now you have told
+me all the news" said Helen laughingly, as Gladys having turned her
+desk up side down, was rampaging about the bookcase.
+
+"I suppose its not much good" replied Gladys wearily, "well now Helen
+the question I want you to settle is this; what am I to write and tell
+Mother, and when am I to expect Lawrence?
+
+"Well my dear, as regards the latter question I am quite ignorant" said
+Helen "your brother may turn up today for all I know."
+
+"How jolly if he does" replied Gladys "it will be very awkward if James
+is at home, because if ever a man knew how to make himself disagreable
+James is that person."
+
+"Is he really?" exclaimed Helen "well I hope Lawrence will come today if
+that is the case, but now Gladys to business, you must write to your
+mother you know, and have you decided what you will say?"
+
+"Yes I have" said Gladys bravely "I will write at once and say that my
+suspicions are none the less keen, and on no plea whatever will I marry
+James."
+
+"Gladys, you are good!" cried Helen, while her friend's lips trembled
+and her eyes filled with tears, "but never mind dear" she added "you
+will be well rewarded one day, when you find yourself the happy wife of
+a good man, he may be rich too, because it is not always the bad that
+are rich."
+
+"I know" answered Gladys "and now Helen there is just time before lunch
+for me to write my letter."
+
+Arranging her writing table, Gladys sat down and wrote the following
+letter:
+
+
+                                     8, Down Terrace,
+                                                 Richmond.
+                                                Oct. 17th.
+
+             MY DEAREST MOTHER,
+
+          No words can express how sorry I am that my letter
+          should have caused you and father so much trouble.
+          My suspicions however have in no way diminished.
+          James is as bad as ever. He has a horrible
+          sneaking way of coming upstairs and he dreams too
+          and shouts out "oh why did I do it; murder!
+          robbery." So tonight I shall tell him that I have
+          found him out and could not possibly marry him. Of
+          course he will have nothing to do with me and I
+          shall be penniless, but as _you_ will have no more
+          to say to me, I suppose I am welcome to fall back
+          upon the kindness of my dearly beloved friend
+          Helen Winston. Now dear Mother, as this is the
+          last letter I shall ever write you, I beg that
+          you will give my very best love to dear Father and
+          all the rest, Remember me very kindly to all my
+          friends especially Lord Beaufort. Begging heartily
+          for your forgiveness (which I suppose you will
+          never grant me)
+
+                 I remain, your devoted daughter
+                                           _Gladys_.
+
+Having finished this epistle Gladys stamped and sealed it and handing it
+to Helen said: "You will post this on your way home wont you?"
+
+"Oh yes" said Helen and she placed the envelope in her pocket.
+
+"Now the next best thing to be done is, to go and see if lunch is ready
+exclaimed Gladys and leading the way, the two girls crossed the passage
+and entered a charming little drawing room. A fire burnt brightly in the
+grate and a table was spread in the middle of the room, on which a hot
+pheasant was waiting to be carved.
+
+"Is this a drawing room or a dining room" enquired Helen, looking at the
+pretty pictures, the sofa and various drawing room articles.
+
+"Both" replied Gladys "you see after meals, the flaps of this table are
+let down, an Indian silk cloth put upon it, and it is a sweet little
+table for the centre of a drawingroom,
+
+"How dodgy" cried Helen in delight. Lunch was soon over and the girls
+repaired to Gladys's bedroom, which was brighter and sunnier than the
+drawing-room. Taking their seats by the window, they both sank into
+silence.
+
+Gladys was the first to break it.
+
+"Helen" she said "when James comes home tonight, I shall tell him
+exactly what I think about this matter; and if he turns me out of the
+house, where can I go?"
+
+"Dont despair" said Helen "your brother may arrive before that.
+
+"Oh" said Gladys scornfully "its not likely; I must say Helen you are
+very unsympathetic, perhaps if you were living with the prospect of
+spending a night with no roof over your head, you would be nicer to me"
+
+"I am not nasty" returned Helen; if such a thing does happen that you
+dont know where to go, why you can come to me, you know you will be
+welcome; you see Gladys I've had so much trouble myself, that I find it
+easy to be calm during other peoples misery."
+
+"Well it appears you do" replied Gladys, "but anyhow you will surely
+help me pack my things, for if James turns me away I shall be quite
+ready to start."
+
+"Oh certainly" said Helen, and accordingly the next hour and a half was
+spent in turning out Gladys's wardrobes etc. and by the time the trunks
+were locked and the room set tidy, it was nearly tea-time.
+
+Mrs. Norton (the Landlady brought some buttered toast and tea into the
+bedroom, as it was more comfortable than the sitting room.
+
+"Oh dear it has commenced to rain" cried Gladys, and walking to the
+window she drew back the pretty muslin curtain.
+
+Helen followed and the two girls stood for a moment looking out of the
+window, through which a few rain-drops were splashing on to the thick
+Turkish carpet.
+
+Helens eyes wandered listlessly across the terrace gardens, but she did
+not take in the scene before her, as she gazed intently at the lively
+throng before her, her thoughts were far away in the dingy little
+home-office, and she was wondering if Cyril would permit Gladys to dwell
+under his roof.
+
+All of a sudden Gladys clutched hold of Helen's arm, and pointed to a
+figure in the street, which was coming quickly up the steps of the
+house.
+
+"Oh Helen he has come!" she cried "quick, quick we must come down
+stairs!"
+
+The two girls rushed to the door, but ere they had time to take a dozen
+steps, they were met at the top of the stairs by _Mr. Palsey_.
+
+Helen's cheeks and lips grew white as a sheet, and she crept behind the
+welcome shade of Gladys's back, as the gaze of the man she hated fell
+upon her.
+
+"What is the meaning of this?" hissed Mr. Palsey between his teeth.
+
+"The meaning of what?" enquired Gladys in a trembling voice.
+
+"This--this--most un-called-for visit?" cried Mr. Palsey pointing to
+where Helen stood trembling like a leaf in every limb.
+
+"It means" cried Gladys in a loud tone, "that I know all Mr. James
+Palsey, all your false deceitful ways, all your cruel treatment of my
+cousin Helen and above all the murder of her father, and the robbery of
+the safe!"
+
+Mr. Palsey grew livid with fury and fear, and clung for support to the
+bannisters.
+
+"Oh you know all that do you?" he enquired sardonically, "For once your
+imaginations have gone too far Miss Gladys Lincarrol, I did not murder
+Mr. Winston as it happens, perhaps his daughter can throw light on that
+subject."
+
+"What do you mean?" cried Helen fiercely.
+
+"What I say" replied Mr. Palsey.
+
+"If you mean to infer Mr Palsey "that Cyrill has had anything to do with
+the murder you are wrong, he is far too honourable for that."
+
+"Of course he is" said Mr. Palsey sarcastically.
+
+"Then dont talk about what you dont know anything about" retorted Helen.
+
+Mr. Palsey was about to reply, when Gladys interupted him, "well it is
+of no use to prolong matters James" she said "so I'll tell you straight
+what I mean; of course I shall not dream of becoming your wife after
+what I have discovered about you, and so I am going away; my parents
+will not have me at home, so I am going back with Helen Winston, till my
+brother Lawrence comes to fetch me, he will no doubt set me up
+comfortably and then I shall at least be free from your clutches, even
+if I am forced into marrying a poor man.
+
+Mr. Palsey turned an ashy grey and his cruel green eyes gleamed
+viciously "What?" he gasped "you say you're going away, going to leave
+the man who has never been anything but loving to you; I tell you, you
+shant do it, you young cat----" and seizing hold of Gladys's slender
+wrists he tried to force her back into the bedroom.
+
+Helen uttered a cry and with a blind idea of doing some good, she flung
+herself across Mr. Palsey's arms. Seeing his chance Mr. Palsey thrust
+Helen aside and tightning his grip on Gladys pinioned her to the wall,
+violently shaking her by the shoulders every time she opened her lips to
+speak.
+
+At this critical moment, a loud ring was heard at the door quickly
+followed by voices in the hall below, the next moment steps were heard
+hastily ascending the stairs. Before anyone could speak, Mr. Palsey felt
+himself violently punched in the back, and Gladys recovering herself in
+a moment sank sobbing into the arms of _her brother_.
+
+Lawrence Lincarrol was a tall, broad shouldered young man about 6 ft 2
+inches. His hair was dark, rather curly and plentiful and was parted at
+the side. He had dark blue eyes a dark moustache and great regularity
+of features, but there was no resemblance to Gladys in his face
+whatever. In age, our hero was about three and twenty.
+
+Having embraced his sister and shaken hands with Helen Lawrence turned
+his attention to Mr. Palsey who was shivering in the back-ground.
+
+"Well!" he cried, after scanning the villian from head to foot, "this is
+nice conduct I must say; may I ask what you were doing with my sister
+when I came in?"
+
+"Oh I was merely advising her to keep out of draughts," replied Mr.
+Palsey glaring at the newcomer with hatred in his eyes.
+
+"A most extraordinary way of giving your advice" replied Lawrence, "you
+were shaking her as if she was an animal."
+
+"She is obstinate" persisted Mr. Palsey.
+
+"Don't talk nonsense" cried Lawrence hotly, "a man who can contrive
+murders and robberies as well as you can, should be able to give a
+reasonable answer to a simple question, tell me at once, why you were
+shaking my sister in that horrible manner."
+
+"If you think you can master me Mr. Lincarrol" said Mr. Palsey, "you
+will soon find your mistake, stand out of my way or we shall come to
+blows."
+
+Lawrence did not move an inch, and Gladys and Helen waited with beating
+hearts, to see what would follow.
+
+Mr. Palsey's evil nature was roused in a moment with a cow-like jump,
+and with the fury of a lion, he sprang upon Lawrence, dealing him a
+terrible blow between the eyes.
+
+But in his rage Mr. Palsey had forgotten how much weaker and smaller he
+was than his combatant.
+
+With wonderful coolness, Lawrence siezed Mr. Palsey by the shoulders and
+after a brief struggle, succeeded in forcing him backwards into the
+drawing room where he locked the door and slipping the key into his
+pocket.
+
+"I did not wish to fight on a lodging house landing," he said turning to
+the girls "it might get talked about, Mr. Palsey will have time to grow
+cool locked in there for a little, I'll let him out soon."
+
+"Yes, dont forget" said Gladys "Mrs. Norton will think it so strange."
+
+"Well Gladys" said Helen "I really must go now; Cyril will be expecting
+me, and now that your brother has come you will be quite safe."
+
+"Oh Helen!" cried Gladys "you cant go yet, Lawrence what are we to do?"
+
+"I was going to tell you" replied Lawrence. "Lord Beaufort is living in
+London now, 26 Portman Square, and as he knows I am here too, he wants
+me to bring you Gladys to stay with him. I shall be there for a few days
+longer before I go home, but I dare say you and Lord Beaufort will have
+arranged matters by then.
+
+Gladys blushed hard and pretended not to hear.
+
+"We can all go to Holburn together by the next train" proceeded
+Lawrence, "and then when we have seen Miss Winston safely into a cab, we
+can drive to Portman Sq. where Lord Beaufort will be ready to receive
+us."
+
+It is very kind of you" said Helen "but I really feel very mean
+presuming upon you like this."
+
+"Not at all" replied Lawrence "it is the least we could do; and now
+Gladys if you are ready, we ought to be starting."
+
+"I shant be long" cried Gladys "I've only my things to put on, and my
+boxes to strap."
+
+"Well then I'll just go and see about a fly" replied Lawrence, glancing
+at his watch as he spoke, "you be ready by the time I get back will
+you?"
+
+"Oh yes" answered Gladys, and darting back into her bedroom she
+commenced to put on her hat and jacket while Helen wrote labels for the
+luggage.
+
+In a few moments Lawrence returned and running upstairs knocked at the
+bedroom door.
+
+"Oh come in" cried Gladys "I'm nearly ready."
+
+"Do hurry we've not so very much time" replied Lawrence, dragging out a
+large black trunk and carrying it to the landing where a cab man was
+waiting to take it down stairs.
+
+"Now, I'm ready" said Gladys, "come on Helen."
+
+"I am coming" replied Helen and picking up her umbrella, she followed
+the others downstairs.
+
+"Oh I say we must'nt forget Mr. Palsey" cried Lawrence "I can hear him
+muttering in there now, I expect he is awfully wild."
+
+"I expect he is" laughed Gladys.
+
+Lawrence produced the key from his pocket and was about to slip it
+quietly into the lock, when Helen interupted him: "Mr. Lincarrol" she
+said "dont you think it would be safer to give the key to Mrs. Norton,
+because if Mr. Palsey hears you opening the door he would be sure to get
+out and then there might be another scene."
+
+"So there might" replied Lawrence, "well I think that would be the best,
+come along Gladys, the sooner we get off the better."
+
+"Let me out, let me out" screamed Mr. Palsey from within the drawing
+room, "I'll tell the police of it; let me out this instant."
+
+"Have patience" shouted Lawrence, but his words were hardly audible for
+Mr. Palsey was releiving his feelings by kicking violently at the door.
+
+"The hall door was open, and Mrs. Norton was standing by it waiting for
+her lodgers to come down.
+
+"Well miss this is short notice" she began in an injured tone.
+
+"I am very sorry" replied Gladys "but I have to leave in a great hurry,
+I would have let you know before had it been possible," and she handed a
+few soverigns to the land lady.
+
+"By the by Mrs. Norton" began Lawrance "here is the key of your drawing
+room, Mr. Palsey is in there for reasons which I dont see fit to mention
+now, but as I found him assaulting a lady when I arrived I shall see fit
+to inform the police and no doubt you will be kind enough to take charge
+of the key until my return."
+
+"Oh yes sir" replied Mrs. Norton, who had no great devotion for that
+cross-grained Mr. Palsey as she called him "you can trust me fully."
+
+"Thank you" replied Lawrence, noting down Mrs. Norton's name and address
+in his memoranda as he spoke.
+
+A cab drew up at the door at that moment and the landlady and parlour
+maid both walked down the steps with their lodgers.
+
+"Am I to expect you back at any particular time sir?" enquired Mrs.
+Norton.
+
+"I cant say for certain" answered Lawrence, "but I will probably be back
+sometime tonight."
+
+"Very well sir, I'll keep the key safe in my pocket till then" and Mrs.
+Norton slipped the key into its receptable.
+
+"The old station" cried Lawrence and jumping into the cab he shut the
+door with a bang.
+
+The journey passed off very successfully, Helen and Gladys both taking a
+doze in the train and waking up quite fresh at Holburn Station.
+
+"I must go to the Police Station at once" said Lawrence "so I will see
+you both started first; what is your address Miss Winston?"
+
+"I could easily walk" replied Helen blushing, "but if you would rather I
+drove the address is 132, Cannon Street."
+
+Lawrence hailed two hansoms "now Gladys jump in as you have further to
+go" he said, "26, Portman Square" he added to the cabman, who touched
+his hat and drove off in an instant.
+
+The second hansom was waiting and drew close up to the curb as the other
+drove off. "132, Cannon Street, shouted Lawrence, "goodbye Miss Winston,
+be sure and write to Gladys if you are in trouble, I am going there
+myself late tonight as unfortunately I must go back to Richmond to see
+about Mr. Palsey."
+
+"Thank you very very much" replied Helen the tears gathering in her
+pretty eyes as she spoke. But she soon wiped them away and leaning back
+in the comfortable hansom she commenced to hum a little tune as she
+arranged her ruffled hair at the little looking glass. Little did she
+dream how very soon she would have to avail herself of Lawrence's offer.
+
+A dismal sleet had begun to fall and being tired Helen was not sorry
+when the hansom stopped at the dreary looking office. Lawrence had
+already paid the man so Helen had only to collect her parcels and get
+out.
+
+A light was shining in the office room and also in Cyril's bed-room
+which was just above it.
+
+"How very strange" thought Helen as she mounted the steps. Before she
+had time to lay her hand on the bell the door was violently opened from
+within and there stood Netherby, looking very pale and trembling from
+head to foot.
+
+"Oh come in Miss, do come in" he cried in an agitated voice as Helen
+stood staring at his strange appearance.
+
+"Why Netherby, what _is_ the matter?" cried Helen entering the passage
+and closing the door behind her.
+
+"Oh dont ask me miss, please dont let me be the first to tell you" cried
+Netherby and the poor man clung for support to the door handle.
+
+"Very well, dont distress yourself" said Helen kindly and calmly and
+seeing there was no more information to be got from him, she entered the
+office.
+
+It seemed to be in a state of utter confusion; papers littered the whole
+room, Cyril's tea stood untouched by his desk, and Cyril's own private
+chest was wide open and Wilson the other clerk was cooly reading the
+papers and documents within. He glanced over his shoulder as Helen
+entered and with an insolent grin returned to the parchment in his hand.
+
+All Helen's pride and dignity was roused in a moment.
+
+"Wilson!" she cried with an impatient movement of her hands, but keeping
+perfectly cool the while "oblige me by telling me the meaning of this
+conduct."
+
+"The explanation is there" replied the clerk pointing to a half sheet of
+paper lying on the desk.
+
+It was a common bit of ruled paper and by the ragged edge had evidently
+been hastily torn from a note book; a pin was run through the top of
+the paper showing it had been attached to something.
+
+"Where did you find this" enquired Helen before reading it.
+
+"We found it pinned to Mr. Sheene's desk addressed to you miss," replied
+Netherby who had entered the room, "it was Mrs. Marshland who told us to
+open it.
+
+"Very well" said Helen, and she read as follows.
+
+          "Darling. When you see this I shall probably be
+          miles away. This is written to bid you goodbye as
+          it is not likely we shall meet again. When you
+          read my story try and forgive me; for in spite of
+          all I always loved you and ever will.
+
+                                               CYRIL SHEENE.
+
+This strange epistle was hastily scrawled in pencil and the signature
+was very shaky, but Helen knew the writing in a minute, it was
+undoubtedly Cyril's.
+
+"It is not likely we shall meet again!!"
+
+The words ran through Helen's bewildered head and repeated themselves
+again and again. Cyril, whom she had loved so dearly and belived in so
+faithfully had gone away, left her alone in the cruel heartless world;
+Cyril whom she had never even had course or reason to call dishonourable
+had written himself to ask her to try and forgive him. What did it mean?
+And the story, where was the story?" The room seemed to swim round;" we
+shall not meet again, "try and forgive me" The story where is the story?
+And then all was darkness and Helen remembered no more.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 26
+
+A REMOVAL TO PORTMAN SQUARE
+
+
+When Helen recovered she found herself lying in a large comfortable bed
+propped up with pillows. The room was large, cheerful and beautifully
+furnished. A small table covered with a white cloth was by the bedside
+with medicine bottles upon it. A bright fire burnt in the grate. The
+blinds were down and warm red curtains pulled across the large bow
+window.
+
+A small lamp was carefully placed where no light or glare could reach
+the bed and the very atmosphere of the room spoke of extreme comfort.
+
+A nurse, in a white cap and apron was gliding noislessly about the room
+arranging things here and there.
+
+For a moment Helen lay quite still staring about her plerpexedly, but on
+making a slight movement in the bed the nurse turned round, "So you are
+awake at last miss?" she said in a slow gentle voice, "do you know you
+have slept quite quietly for three hours."
+
+"Where are am I?" asked Helen gazing from the kind face of the nurse
+around the strange room.
+
+"You are in Lord Beaufort's house in Portman Square" replied the nurse.
+
+"Lord Beaufort?" repeated Helen, "I have heard the name before."
+
+"Yes you have" said the nurse, "Miss Lincarrol is here you know, and her
+brother, and your old servant Mrs. Marshland, so you see no one has
+deserted you."
+
+"Except Cyril" sighed Helen.
+
+"You must not think of that now" replied the nurse soothingly, "all you
+have to do is rest and keep quiet; I expect Miss Lincarrol will be up
+soon, she has come twice already only you were asleep, now take your
+medicine and then lay quiet; you will hear all the story soon from
+other lips than mine."
+
+Thus reassured Helen took her cooling draught and lay down, patiently
+awaiting any visitor who would enlighten her as to past events. Her
+thoughts naturally enough wandered back to the episode of Cyril's
+departure and she was getting extremely restless, much to the nurse's
+dismay, when the door softly opened and Gladys appeared in the room.
+
+With a smile she instantly ran to the bedside and Helen tried to raise
+herself to greet her friend, but her head instantly swam round and she
+fell back on the pillow, white and gasping. The nurse gave her a dose of
+medicine and she quickly came to herself again.
+
+"You must not try to exert yourself too much" said the nurse kindly, "it
+will do you no good, and will only hinder your recovery."
+
+"Very well" said Helen faintly, "but how is it I get so queer?"
+
+"Because your head is in a weak state" replied the nurse, "and it will
+probable injure you very much to rampage."
+
+It would take too long to relate the history of Helen's illness as Helen
+heard it from Gladys's lips, with all the details and exagertions, so
+we will go back a little bit and see what happened after Helen swooned
+away.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 27
+
+THE CONTENTS OF THE CHEST
+
+
+As soon as Netherby (the clerk) saw what had happened he at once called
+for Marshland, who was sitting in the parlour in a state of utter
+collapse. On hearing that her precious Miss Helen had fainted, the good
+old woman ran at once to the office room.
+
+Helen lay perfectly white and still upon the floor with Cyril's fatal
+letter clenched in her hand. Marshland instantly knelt down and placed
+her head at Helen's heart. "She is not dead" she cried triumphantly.
+
+"What can we do?" asked Netherby in a shaky voice.
+
+"I'll tell you" said Marshland getting up off the floor, you must take a
+cab and drive as fast as you can to Portman Square number 26, Miss
+Lincarrol is staying there with Lord Beaufort and I think her brother
+too; they are all staunch friends of Miss Helen's I know they will come
+at once, we can make no move, friendless as we are, without the help of
+Mr. Lincarrol or some one."
+
+"Stop a bit" cried Netherby regaining his courage all of a sudden;
+something tells me the story Mr. Sheene speaks of in his letter is
+somewhere in the private chest, and as it is evidently meant for Miss
+Winston's private reading, I'll trouble you Mr. Wilson to let those
+papers alone and give me up the key."
+
+"What right have you to the key any more than me?" asked Wilson
+sullenly.
+
+"None I suppose" replied Netherby "but I know that you are subjecting
+yourself to the penalty of the law by ransacking that private chest, "I
+shall inform the police if you dont instantly deliver the key."
+
+Netherby's altered manner rather cowed Wilson so very sulkily he gave up
+the key.
+
+Then with a set determination Netherby collected all the papers etc:
+which Wilson had strewn over the desks tying them firmly together placed
+them back in the chest.
+
+"Have you any more?" asked he before locking the chest.
+
+"No" stoutly declared Mr. Wilson.
+
+"I'm not so eager to belive you" replied Netherby.
+
+"Why not?" enquired Wilson savagely.
+
+"Because you're not extra fond of the truth" replied Netherby "and I'd
+rather satisfy myself that you have no more papers about you before I
+lock the chest."
+
+"You'd better dare lay a finger on me" hissed Wilson.
+
+"I dont want to" replied Netherby "but if you really have taken nothing,
+what is your objection to letting me see the contents of your pocket?"
+
+"Oh I'll let you see the contents drawled Wilson and he proceeded to
+place a few articles on the desk.
+
+Netherby was beginning to satisfy himself it was alright, when he
+noticed Wilson shuffling about with the inner pocket of his coat.
+
+"Hurry up" exclaimed Netherby impatiently.
+
+"Alright" cried Wilson nervously drawing out a rather dirty
+handkerchief; but fate was against him and with the handkerchief came a
+roll of bank notes.
+
+Marshland gave a cry as she beheld the sight of the unhappy Wilson slink
+into a corner.
+
+Netherby collected the notes placed them in the desk and without a word
+put on his hat and went out. In less that five minutes he returned
+accompanied by two policemen, who on a sign from Netherby advanced to
+Wilson and before the astonished man could say a word he found himself
+handcuffed and carefully guarded by the two officials.
+
+Netherby and Marshland then gave an exact account of what had taken
+place and Netherby ended by saying "you see Wilson if you had shut the
+chest when I told you and concealed nothing I should have been the last
+to call the police, but when it came to robbing the chest in justice to
+Miss Winston I had to do my duty."
+
+Wilson was too utterly dazed to say a word, and in a few moments
+Netherby, not liking to leave the house sent a messenger to portman
+Square.
+
+In a couple of hours a cab drew up at the door, and out got Lawrence
+Lincarrol, Lord Beaufort, and a short thin man, who turned out to be
+Cyril Sheene's solicitor.
+
+On hearing the story, Lord Beaufort said that Helen was to be taken at
+once to his house and that Marshland should accompany her. Accordingly
+the unconscious girl was lifted into the brougham and accompanied by
+the old servant drove off. "Your things shall be sent on" said Lord
+Beaufort to Marshland as he helped her into the cab "and a trained nurse
+shall be got for Miss Winston, meanwhile my servants quite understand
+what is to be done."
+
+Then the cab drove off and Lord Beaufort entered the office.
+
+Lawrence and Mr. Spriggs (the solicitor) were both busy interviewing
+Netherby, who now that he had done his duty and shown much good sence
+had relapsed into his old nervous state.
+
+We had here better describe Lord Beaufort and Mr. Spriggs.
+
+Lord Beaufort was a half Spaniard, his mother being of that nationality
+and his father (who was dead) an Englishman.
+
+He took after his mother in looks. He was moderately tall and thin and
+might have been eight and thirty. He had straight black hair and beard
+and moustache, to match, the former being small and well cut, not the
+bushy kind. His handsome dark eyes were quite those of a foreigner and
+his teeth were beautifully white. He was particularly well dressed and
+even to his boots.
+
+Very different indeed was Mr. Spriggs. A thin wiry little man about 5
+feet 2 inches, with thin sandy coloured hair (a trifle bald), twinkly
+little blue eyes, a very pink face and carroty coloured moustache. He
+was attired in a rough tweed suit with knickaboccers, a turn down
+collar, very untidily put on, thick grey stockings, clumping boots, a
+green tie, and a dear stalker cap drawn well on to his head.
+
+"Well the first thing to be done" said Mr. Spriggs in jerky tones "is to
+open the chest, and I being the solicitor will proceed to do it," and he
+stalked accross the room with a very high and mighty air and made a
+great commotion with the keys.
+
+The chest being opened the contents were carefully examined. A blue
+envelope was first opened and contained the following information.
+
+"This is to say that I, Cyril Sheene leave all my money, which is all in
+bank notes to my intended Helen Winston; it is not very much and does
+not exceed £150 but still I hope it will do as I can't afford any more.
+Dated August 11th."
+
+This was all written in violet coloured ink by Cyril himself; but at the
+bottom of the paper a few lines were hastily scrawled in pencil.
+
+"I hereby add that all my share of the money I stole from Mr. John
+Winston is in the black leather bag at the back of the chest. Helen will
+recognise the bag. Not a farthing has been spent and it is all to go to
+Helen. Dated October 14.
+
+"That was written on the day of Mr. Sheene's departure announced Mr.
+Spriggs as he replaced the paper in its envelope, and this is the bag I
+suppose," he added dragging at a black leather bundle in a remote corner
+of the chest.
+
+The bag it certainly was and on being opened £100 in ready gold tumbled
+on to the desk, and with it a slip of paper on which the reader will
+remember John Winston had written, "all this gold is bequeathed to my
+daughter Helen on the day when I shall be called upon to die," and was
+sealed with the writer's prifate seal.
+
+Nothing else of great importance appeared except a bundle of white
+manuscript carefully tied up and sealed, addressed to Helen and marked
+"private."
+
+"I know what that is!" cried Netherby excitedly "it is the story Mr.
+Sheene wrote about, look here sir" and he picked up Cyril's letter which
+had dropped from Helen's hand when she was lifted into the cab.
+
+Mr. Spriggs carefully read the letter and placed it in the chest, "ah
+yes" he said addressing Lord Beaufort and Lawrence, "that story is
+evidently for Miss Winston's private eye, so it must be locked up till
+she is able to read it."
+
+"Which wont be for a good while judging from her present condition,"
+said Lawrence, "but now to business, what about this office, it is a
+difficult matter to carry it on without Mr. Sheene."
+
+"As far as I can see, it must be kept on till Miss Winston's recovery"
+replied Mr. Spriggs "if no more news is heard of Mr. Sheene till then
+well Miss Winston can come and procure her money and various other
+papers which will of course be hers and then this place can be sold."
+
+"Yes" said Lord Beaufort and I suppose Mr. Netherby will be the head
+man till then.
+
+"Well yes" replied Mr. Spriggs "he must certainly be here to look after
+the place, and of course I shall look in occasionally to see all goes
+well; another young man can be got to be under Mr. Netherby as Mr.
+Wilson has gone to prison for attempted robbery; do you agree to that
+Mr. Netherby?"
+
+"Oh yes sir" eagerly replied the clerk, who would not have disagreed for
+the world.
+
+"And if it comes to the place being sold" added Lord Beaufort "you can
+come to me Mr. Netherby, I may have arranged something by then"
+
+"Thank you very much sir" replied Netherby and after a few more matters
+had been arranged the three men left the office leaving Netherby in
+charge.
+
+By the time Lord Beaufort and Lawrence got back home, a doctor had seen
+Helen. He said that when she recovered her senses, perfect rest and
+quiet would be all she needed, her brain being in a dazed condition. She
+would not be able to leave her bed for some time probably though nothing
+serious was the matter.
+
+Helen remained unconscious all night and next day she was very
+delirious but towards 4 o'clock she dropped asleep and woke up about
+seven o'clock, her right senses returned to her, but still in a weak
+condition.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 28
+
+THE PROPOSAL
+
+
+It was not untill the evening after Helen's recovery that Lawrence and
+Lord Beaufort had an oppertunity of conversing together.
+
+Mulberry Beaufort was seated in his luxurious study partaking of some
+Burgundy wine and reading a detective story, when the door opened and
+Lawrence, entered, tired after a long day in the city.
+
+"Well Mulberry" he said throwing himself down in an arm chair and
+lighting a cigar, "no news of Sheene in the Star I suppose?"
+
+"Not a word" replied Mulberry, "it is a most misterious affair
+altogether."
+
+"Yes the odd part of it is that Palsey has made off too" answered
+Lawrence.
+
+"You dont mean that!" cried Mulberry.
+
+"Yes I do" said Lawrence, "it appears the villain got off while I was
+away; you know I locked him in the drawing room and as the landlady had
+the key he would not have made his exit in that way.
+
+"No" replied Mulberry "he certainly could not but you forget the
+window."
+
+"No I dont" responded Lawrence, "that is just where he did get out, for
+when I opened the door of the drawing room, the window was wide open at
+the bottom, and a bit of rope was fastenned to a hook on the window
+ledge and hanging out of the window, so the wreatch made his escape that
+way; it is a wonder he was not detected for the police are every where
+on the look out for him and I am sure if ever a man deserved the gallows
+he does."
+
+"Yes indeed" replied Mulberry lazily puffing at his cigar "but in my
+opinion the disappearance of Sheene is the most extraordinary it was so
+very sudden and unexpected, but it was not at all an unlikely thing for
+Palsey to do, he was so angry at being locked in."
+
+"My idea is" answered Lawrence "that they both had their own reasons for
+wishing to leave so abruptly. I shouldnt be at all supprised if the
+villian Palsey knowing the police were on his track, dropped some hint
+as to Sheene's share in the murder and so got the blame partly shifted
+from himself."
+
+"Then you think Sheene did share in the murder do you?" asked Mulberry,
+his black eyes flashing.
+
+"I do" replied Lawrence, "I bet you a shilling that story of Sheene's
+will reveal everything. It strikes me Sheene made off on account of the
+police too----"
+
+"Well I only hope Miss Winston will soon be well enough to read the
+story" replied Mulberry.
+
+"I hope so too responded Lawrence heartily.
+
+"I suppose Netherby still stays at the office?" enquired Mulberry.
+
+"Oh yes" answered Lawrence, "but it will be a good thing for him as soon
+as he can leave, he gets very little pay and he is really a very good
+fellow indeed."
+
+"Yes he is" rejoined Mulberry "I will try and get something for him as
+soon as possible."
+
+Just then the door opened and in came Gladys looking very pretty in her
+evening dress of rose coloured silk.
+
+She blushed on seeing the two men, but came forward gracefully enough.
+
+"I came to see if you were coming into the drawing room" she said
+"dinner will soon be ready and I have just been to see Helen."
+
+"Oh how is she?" asked Lawrence.
+
+"Better I think" replied Gladys "I am going up again after dinner."
+
+"Well I will come to the drawing room" said Mulberry putting aside his
+tumbler.
+
+"Will you come too Lawrence?"
+
+"Not yet thanks" replied Lawrence "I have a letter to write, I will join
+you at dinner"
+
+"We expect a few guests tonight" said Mulberry.
+
+"Oh" said Lawrence "I'll change presently."
+
+Mulberry opened the door and he and Gladys betook themselves from the
+study.
+
+Alone in the beautiful drawing room with the light from the tall
+standing lamp falling on her fair features, Mulberry Beaufort became
+entranced with Gladys's beauty.
+
+He stood gazing into her lovely blue eyes with his own black ones, till
+he could contain himself no longer.
+
+"Gladys darling" he exclaimed passionately seizing her small white hand
+"I love you."
+
+Gladys blushed and tried to hide her face but Mulberry caught her other
+hand and kept his eyes full on her.
+
+"Answer me Gladys" cried the lover "I love you so much and if you will
+only be my wife my happiness will be complete."
+
+"Oh Lord Beaufort" cried Gladys "this is so unexpected."
+
+"Call me Mulberry!" he almost whispered.
+
+"Well Mulberry" murmured Gladys "I really dont know what to say."
+
+"Think darling" cried Mulberry, "surely you dont wish to crush all hope
+and happiness out of my life, my heart beats only for you Gladys, you
+dont wish to stop it do you?"
+
+"Oh no" earnestly replied Gladys.
+
+"Then may I take that as your acceptation of me?" enquired Mulberry.
+
+"I think you may" replied Gladys softly.
+
+Mulberry was too overpowered with joy to say a word, he merely clasped
+her in his arms and drew her head on to his shoulder, where it lay in a
+state of bliss for the space of three minutes.
+
+At length she slowly raised it and Mulberry taking one of her hands
+pressed it tight saying, "then darling, we may consider ourselves
+engaged?"
+
+"Yes Mulberry!" murmered Gladys.
+
+"Then dear accept this as a token" said Mulberry and as he spoke he
+slipped a handsome diamond and saphire ring on her finger.
+
+She had scarcely recovered her astonishment and pleasure when the butler
+entered announcing Mr. and Mrs. Vermont.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 29
+
+THE DINNER PARTY
+
+
+The Hon: Mr. and Mrs. Vermont were only the first of great numbers who
+flocked to Lord Beaufort's house that evening. By the time the dinner
+gong sounded the large drawing room was filled with ladies and gentlemen
+many of whom had brought instruments to play, as Mulberry intended it to
+be a musical evening.
+
+Mulberry eyed Gladys lovingly as he gave his arm to Mrs. Murry and
+escorted her to the dining room.
+
+The dinner table was a sight to behold!
+
+Pink was the colour chosen for the evening.
+
+The daintily arranged menus were set in white porcelain frames on which
+pink roses were beautifully painted. In the centre of the table stood a
+valuable vase in which large pink roses were arranged. The numerous wax
+candles were covered with pink shades, and among the ferns and plants
+which adorned the room hung little pink electric lights; and everything
+that could be was ornemented with pink satin ribbon and bunches of
+roses.
+
+It may here be said that owing to Helen's illness Lord Beaufort had not
+had late dinner so the sight was quite new to Gladys.
+
+Three footmen with powdered hair and chocolate and drab livery were in
+attendance.
+
+"Oh Mulberry what is this?" asked Gladys, pointing to one of the menus.
+
+"Oh that is the menu of my table d'hote" replied Mulberry carelessly,
+"this is of nightly recurrence."
+
+"How delightful!" cried Gladys and sitting down she carefully studied
+her menu:
+
+                      MENU DU DINER.
+
+                 Wednesday, October 20th
+                       ----------
+                    Hors d'[oe]vres.
+                   Consommé Parsanne.
+                    Crême d'asperges.
+                      Sole normande.
+               Selle de mouton à l'anglaise.
+               Jambon de York à la Zingara.
+                  Pommes maitre d'hôtel.
+                   Poularde à la broche.
+                     Salade de saison.
+                      Glace marigan.
+                            or
+                     Gateaux Mignons.
+                          Fromage.
+                          Dessert.
+
+    THE SECOND ENTRÉE MAY BE EXCHANGED FOR MACARONI.
+
+As can be imagined the dinner took a good time, but when at length it
+drew to a close the company proceeded to the drawing room where they
+settled down for some good music. Mr. Vermont was the first to
+contribute to the entertainment. He played "Intermezzo" as a solo
+violin, and the beautiful melody only added to both Mulberry's and
+Gladys's happiness. Many others also played and sang, and at last by
+dint of great persuasion Gladys consented to sing. She had a magnificent
+clear soprano voice and as he listened Mulberry Beaufort fairly trembled
+for joy.
+
+In the midst of the proceedings the dowegar Lady Beaufort entered
+(Mulberry's mother). She looked a great deal older than she was but she
+was still very handsome.
+
+Her hair was silvery white, but her eyes and complexion were very dark,
+and she very much resembled her son. She was attired entirely in black
+silk and white lace.
+
+The reader may think it strange that Lady Beaufort did not make her
+appearance at the table d'hote but to tell the truth she considered
+herself rather too old for such things, her age being 75. She generally
+partook of a plate of fricassed ham and a glass of sherry, by her own
+fireside, but the last two nights she had partaken of her meal with
+Helen.
+
+During her repast she usually read Household Hints and then on coming
+into the drawing room she had plenty to talk about. She had given her
+son a great deal of hints as to how he should propose and now hearing
+that he was accepted she made her way to where Gladys was sitting and
+proceeded to give her some advice as to her future housekeeping. It
+rather bored Gladys but being so far very high in Lady Beauforts
+estimation, she tried her best to look interested.
+
+At about 10-30, Lady Beaufort got up and played God save the queen on
+the piano and several of guests joined in the chorus on their violins
+and harps, soon after which, the people began to depart.
+
+"Shall you have guests tomorrow night Mulberry?" enquired Gladys as
+soon as the last visitor had strayed from the drawing room.
+
+"No dear I dont think so, they tire me if I have them every night"
+replied Mulberry.
+
+"But you'll have the dinner I suppose?" eagerly asked Gladys.
+
+"Of course" replied Mulberry with a shrug of the shoulders "as I told
+you Gladys it is a nightly performance here."
+
+"How nice!" gasped Gladys "well now Mulberry dear I will go and see how
+Helen is; shall I say good night now?"
+
+"If it pleases you dear" answered Mulberry.
+
+Gladys kissed him fondly and then turned to Lady Beaufort who
+accompanied her upstairs.
+
+Lawrence and Mulberry then retired to the study for another glass of
+burgandy before going to bed.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 30
+
+THE DAWN OF LOVE
+
+
+Some few weeks had elapsed since the aforesaid dinner party took place
+and day by day Helen grew stronger, till at length Dr. Durham pronounced
+her to be well enought to get up; in fact he went so far as to say that
+a drive in the fresh air would do her good. As may be imagined it was a
+happy day for everybody, when Helen attired in her new winter clothes
+made her appearance in the large hall, ready for her first drive in the
+open air since her illness commenced.
+
+Gladys was also there and the nurse whom Mulberry had thought it
+advisable to keep a little longer.
+
+It was a nice bright day such as is seldom seen in the month of
+November. The victoria stood at the door and the two beautifully groomed
+bay horses were pauing the ground, eager to be off. Mulberry and
+Lawrence saw them safely off and then as they turned into the study
+Mulberry said "I think if Miss Winston is well enough, it would be a
+good thing to drive to Cannon Street this afternoon and see about
+reading that story of Sheenes."
+
+"I think so too" replied Lawrence.
+
+Neither of the men seemed at all inclined to settle down and after
+wandering about a good deal, Mulberry threw himself down in a chair and
+gave a yawn. There was silence for a little while and at last Lawrence
+unexpectedly broke it by saying "I say Mulberry how long is it since
+you and Gladys Lincarrol have been engaged?"
+
+Mulberry turned a dull red and began to light his pipe. "Why do you want
+to know?" he stammered at last.
+
+"I'll tell you presently" replied Lawrence with a smile.
+
+"Well I think it is about three or four weeks" answered Mulberry
+shuffling about from one leg to the other.
+
+"Is that all?" enquired Lawrence.
+
+"Yes" replied Mulberry, "now tell me why you wanted to know.
+
+It was now Laurence's turn to grow embarresed, "well the truth is" he
+said at length "I am thinking of proposing to Helen Winston, and as I
+have had no experience I would like a few hints as to how I should go."
+
+Mulberry laughed "well you should go to my mother for hints" he replied
+"she helped me very much during my little romance."
+
+"Well I am afraid it would hardly do for me to go up and ask Lady
+Beaufort to give me some hints, as I am about to propose" replied
+Lawrence "she would be very much taken aback I should think."
+
+"Not she" answered Mulberry with a shrug of his shoulders" she would
+take it quite as a matter of course; but still if you dont care to ask
+her, why not scribble her a note describing your position and I'll send
+one of the maids up with it; why she would write you pages of advice."
+
+"I dont want as much as all that" cried Lawrence "I want just a few
+gentle hints as to how to be loving and look as if I was in ernest."
+
+"Well why not write to my mother?" again repeated Mulberry.
+
+"It would look so silly" said Lawrence "and yet I'm hard up for advice
+and _you_ dont seem inclined to give me any"
+
+"No, because you'd get it much better and more original from my mother"
+replied Mulberry.
+
+"Well then I'll risk writing" said Laurence getting up as he spoke "but
+mind if Lady Beaufort is annoyed you must take the consequences because
+I should never have dreamt of doing this without you."
+
+"Oh I'll answer for the consequences" said Mulberry with an amused smile
+as his friend sat down and taking a sheet of crested note paper
+proceeded to pen the following lines:
+
+            LADY BEAUFORT
+
+          I hope you will excuse the liberty I take in
+          writing you these few words--but speaking honestly
+          I am in the very same difficulty as your son was a
+          little time ago and out of which you so cleaverly
+          helped him. Would it be asking too much of you to
+          do the same for me. I am about to propose to Helen
+          Winston and dont quite know how to express myself.
+          I want it to be quite a short proposal and one
+          quickly got through. Do you advise me to do it out
+          of doors or in. I am afraid I should get so
+          nervous in a drawing room, but of course it is
+          just as you think best. Might I have an answer to
+          this as soon as possible please.
+
+                                      Believe me,
+                                         Yours faithfully
+                                     LAWRENCE E. G. LINCARROL.
+
+"Here now if Lady Beaufort turns that to ridicule its not my fault cried
+Lawrence hastily screwing his epistle into a cocked hat.
+
+"No of course not" replied Mulberry encouragingly ringing the bell as he
+spoke, "now when the butler comes I'll tell him to send it up at once
+and mark my words Lawrence you'll have a reply within three minutes from
+now."
+
+"I feel an awful ass" responded Lawrence throwing the note on the table
+"but now I'm going out for a bit perhaps as you say I shall find an
+answer waiting for me when I come back."
+
+"No doubt of it" said Mulberry and with that Lawrence disappeared into
+the hall.
+
+The day was beautifully fine as I said before so Lawrence walked further
+than he had at first meant to and coming back he met Helen, Gladys and
+Mrs. Chizzle the nurse and at Helen's request he got into the carriage
+and made one of the party home.
+
+Helen looked quite her old self again. The same bright red colour was on
+her cheeks and the old light in her eyes.
+
+"I think the drive has done you good Miss Winston" remarked Lawrence
+noting the change in her face.
+
+"Yes, I feel so much better" answered Helen "we drove all round Hyde
+Park and the air is really lovely for London."
+
+"It is" replied Lawrence and then turning to the nurse he added "I
+should think you are pleased with the progress your patient is making."
+
+"Yes" assented Mrs. Chizzle "I am."
+
+"Do you think Miss Winston, you are well enough to drive to Cannon
+Street this afternoon and read Mr. Sheene's "story"? enquired Lawrence.
+
+"Perfectly" replied Helen with a smile.
+
+Lawrence was astounded, "you must be prepared for bad news" he said.
+
+"I am already prepared" said Helen.
+
+"For the very worst?" queried Lawrence.
+
+"For anything" returned Helen
+
+"That's alright then" replied Lawrence.
+
+"Mulberry and I are going to tea with the Vermonts this afternoon, but
+we need not start till 4 o'clock" said Gladys.
+
+"It would'nt matter if you were a little late" answered Lawrence.
+
+Just then the victoria stopped and after having helped the ladies to
+alight, Lawrence went quickly to the study where as Lord Beaufort had
+predicted an envelope lay waiting to be opened addressed to Lawrence in
+the dowegor lady Beaufort's hand writing.
+
+Lawrence blushed as he took up the bulky package and retired with it to
+the privacy of his own bedroom, where we will leave him to read it in
+silence.
+
+A copy of the letter is given below:
+
+
+                                              Nov. 4th 18--
+
+             DEAR MR. LINCARROL
+
+          It is with great pleasure that I comply with your
+          wishes. It is not the first time I have been
+          appealed to under such circumstances. There is an
+          art in proposing as well as in every thing. If you
+          are liable to nervousness, do not propose indoors.
+          There is a very nice little nook in the back
+          garden by the crocus bed, where my own romance
+          took place. It is quite unfrequented from 11 to 1
+          and from 3 to 6.
+
+          Be careful not to be too sudden or you will make
+          the girl shy, but do it by degrees. Keep as close
+          to her as you can after she has accepted (which if
+          you manage it with tact she is sure to do) draw
+          her to you and murmer soft words.
+
+          If you wish for more details do not hesitate to
+          write to me. Wishing you every success.
+
+                               I remain
+                                    Yours etc.
+                                          CRISTINA BEAUFORT.
+
+Lawrence folded the above and carefully put it in his blotting pad, and
+then with a sigh of relief he brushed his hair and went down to lunch.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 31
+
+
+Helen was pronounced quite well enough to drive to the office that
+afternoon; so accordingly the victoria was again brought to the front
+door and Helen, Lawrence and Mulberry all got in. It was not considered
+necessary for Gladys to go too.
+
+On arriving at Cannon Street Netherby opened the door of the office, for
+he expected them all the morning. Mr. Spriggs (the solicitor) was there
+too.
+
+Helen was soon seated at the desk and the roll of paper, containing
+Cyril's story was untied amidst a breathless silence.
+
+It was very touchingly written and stated how Cyril, led away by Mr.
+Palsey, had contrived to find out where Mr. Winston kept his money; and
+how, still under Mr. Palsey's influence had gone up to Warwick to plan
+the murder of poor John Winston. He fully acknowledged his guilt, but
+declared over and over again that he never would have done it without
+Mr. Palsey's aid. It ended by a heartfelt intreaty for forgiveness.
+
+Helen's voice faltered a little in places, but she never really broke
+down till the last word had fallen from her lips, then she sobbed
+softly, while Mr. Spriggs bustled about and put away the papers.
+
+Lawrence took Helen's hand and tried to comfort her but it seemed
+useless.
+
+Meanwhile Lord Beaufort sought out Netherby and engaged him as footman.
+The poor man was highly delighted for he was getting no pay at present
+and as every one knew Mulbery Beaufort was not at all scanty in the way
+of wages.
+
+Helen seemed very dull and depressed all the way home but she shed no
+more tears.
+
+Soon after 5 o'clock Lawrence began to grow very restless so lighting a
+cigarette he strolled into the garden to enjoy the last glimpse of
+day-light. Some how his steps led him to the crocus bed and here he
+continued to walk up and down his thoughts occupied with Helen Winston.
+
+As Lady Beaufort had said the crocus bed was a delightfully quiet spot.
+Not a soul was to be seen any where, and a general air of peace
+pervaded the whole atmosphere. Lawrence continued to walk up and down
+lost in his rapturous reveries, while the evening grew darker and
+darker. By and by the stars began to come out and at length the moon
+rose full in the heavens, and then Lawrence looked up and there in front
+of him stood Helen, clad in her evening dress of pale yellow and a white
+shawl thrown round her shoulders.
+
+She seemed as supprised as Lawrence for she stopped suddenly on seeing
+him.
+
+"I beg your pardon Mr. Lincarrol" she began "I hope I am not disturbing
+you, but Lady Beaufort told me to come here before dinner and see if
+Jefferson (the gardiner) had raked the beds properly."
+
+Lawrence grew very red and glanced quickly and mechanically up to the
+window of Lady Beaufort's budoir. There sure enough the old lady was
+looking out, but on seeing the two together she quickly retired into the
+regions of her own bedroom.
+
+"This is Lady Beaufort's doing thought Lawrence as the letter he had
+received came back to his mind. "Oh no you dont disturb me at all" he
+added aloud.
+
+Helen smiled and began plucking at the faded leaves of the trees.
+
+"What a lovely night it is" said Lawrence at last as the silence grew
+embarresing.
+
+"Yes" replied Helen vaguely and Lawrence glancing at her saw by the
+moonlight that her eyes had a far away dreamy look in them.
+
+"How delightfully sheltered this part of the garden is" continued
+Lawrence.
+
+"Yes very answered Helen, drawing her silk shawl over her shoulders as a
+slight breeze blew across the garden.
+
+"Had you a good garden where you lived before?" enquired Lawrence,
+unconsiously leading up to his proposal.
+
+"At Cannon Street there was only a yard replied Helen, a painful blush
+mounting to her face, "but at Kenelham we had a sweet little garden, my
+poor dear father took the greatest interest in his flowers and so did I"
+she added with a slight catch in her harmonious voice.
+
+"Dont you now?" asked Lawrence.
+
+"Oh yes" said Helen, "but you see, it is all so different now; in those
+days my father and I were constant companions and our opinions were
+one. But now there is nobody--nobody" and tears began to well up in her
+eyes and fall over her long black lashes.
+
+"Surely somebody cares for you Miss Winston, surely there is someone to
+sympathise with you" interupted Lawrence.
+
+"Oh Mr. Lincarrol you dont understand" cried Helen with a sob.
+
+"I think I do" replied Lawrence gently, coming a little closer and
+taking her trembling hand. I think I understand your feelings, it must
+be very sad to be so--so lonely."
+
+"Wait till your turn comes Mr. Lincarrol and you will know then" replied
+Helen.
+
+"Would it be different, to have some one to care for you, to love you as
+your father did?" asked Lawrence.
+
+"Oh it would, it would" cried Helen rapturesly clasping her hands
+together.
+
+"suppose some one loved you now as much if not more than your father,
+what would you say?" asked Lawrence.
+
+"I could not belive it" replied Helen promptly unless "unless" she
+added, "I knew the person very well and was quite posative of the love,
+and had good proofs of it."
+
+"Have you not proofs enough?" asked Lawrence.
+
+"Of what?" asked Helen.
+
+"Of my love for you" replied Lawrence.
+
+"Your love!?" gasped Helen.
+
+"Yes" repeated Lawrence passionately, "oh Helen I can no longer restrain
+my feelings, I love you as I never before loved anyone, can I hope, can
+I dare to hope that you return my love?"
+
+Helen did not answer. She was thinking of another proposal some months
+past, so very unlike this one, far away on the Kenelham hill tops, and
+she remembered how she had acted then. Once more, she felt the soft sea
+breeze fan her face, she saw the hills and the distant sea and she saw
+oh how plainly Cyrils form by her side, she heard his words and her own
+replies, she saw his blue eyes looking so intently at her; and then
+awaking to the present she saw another pair of blue eyes looking at her,
+speaking so much more fervently than the others and she felt the clasp
+of a strong hand on her own and then raising her head she looked at
+Lawrence and softly whispered "yes."
+
+"Oh Helen" cried Lawrence "you make me so happy, so very happy!
+
+Tears of joy dimmed Helen's eyes and Lawrence taking her hand drew her
+head on to his breast and told her gently of his great love for her and
+how happy they both would be. And Helen listenned feeling the happiness
+had already begun.
+
+A gentle breeze began to stir the trees and fan the brows of the lovers
+as they slowly walked along the paths of love, and the moon looking down
+from her home in the heavens, smiled on the pair and wished them joy.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 32
+
+PREPARATIONS
+
+
+As the time drew on Lord Beaufort began to make preparations for his
+marriage with Gladys.
+
+He had at first thought it would be nice if Lawrence and Helen could be
+married on the same day, but that was found to be quite impossible as
+Lawrence wished to visit his home first, he had also plenty of other
+things to attend to before he could be married.
+
+One evening about 10 o'clock, Gladys was seated in her bedroom enjoying
+a few minutes quiet before going to bed.
+
+Her maid had already done her hair and she had changed her evening dress
+for a warm and comfortable dressing gown. Her room presented rather an
+untidy appearance as the dress maker had been there that day to bring
+her wedding dress which now lies in a snowy pile at the foot of the bed.
+
+As Gladys sat still by the fire a knock sounded at the door. Before she
+could reply the door opened and Helen came in.
+
+"Well Gladys, you seem to be enjoying yourself here all alone" she cried
+drawing her chair to the fire beside her friend.
+
+"I was only thinking" replied Gladys with a laugh.
+
+"Of tomorrow I suppose" put in Helen.
+
+"Well to tell the truth I was" answered Gladys with a faint sigh.
+
+"Well you shouldnt sigh" said Helen "only think Gladys, this time
+tomorrow you will be Lady Beaufort."
+
+"I know that" said Gladys rather crossly.
+
+"How sad you seem" said Helen in supprise.
+
+"Do I?" enquired Gladys "well perhaps you'll feel the same the night
+before your marriage."
+
+"I hope not" answered Helen promptly "oh Gladys" she added quickly "you
+never told me where you are going for your honeymoon."
+
+"How silly of me" replied Gladys cheering up "well we are going on the
+continent, Mulberry wishes to visit some relations of his in Venice and
+then I shall get him to spend a week or go in Naples, Rome, Paris and
+other places"
+
+"How lovely!" cried Helen "I do envy you."
+
+"Well wont you do the same at your honeymoon?" asked Gladys.
+
+"No" said Helen "Lawrence and I are going to spend a quiet fortnight at
+Ryde in the Isle of Wight."
+
+"Oh I see" said Gladys.
+
+"What time does the important ceremony take place tomorrow" demanded
+Helen.
+
+"At 11 o'clock precisely" rejoined Gladys, who possessed the virtue of
+punctuality, "at St. Pauls."
+
+"I see" said Helen "and when do you start on your honeymoon?"
+
+"We cross the channel tomorrow night" replied Gladys.
+
+"And Lawrence and I are going to Norfolk" replied Helen.
+
+"Are you really?" asked Gladys.
+
+"Yes Lawrence lives there you know" said Helen "so he thought it would
+be nice for me to go and see his people; why what am I telling you this
+for when Lawrence is your own brother?"
+
+"I dont know I'm sure" laughed Gladys, "by the by Helen did Lawrence
+tell you that mother and father have quite softened, and are quite
+willing I should marry Mulberry, but they cant bring themselves to come
+up tomorrow to the marriage; Lionel and Minna are coming though, so I
+expect they will go back to Norfolk with you and Lawrence."
+
+"I knew all that" replied Helen "I am really quite excited about it."
+
+"Oh Helen you must see my wedding dress" cried Gladys, and getting up
+the two girls walked to the bed whereon lay a flimsy mass of tule and
+satin crowned with orange blossom and glittering with diamonds."
+
+"It is really a beautiful dress" said Helen at last "how sweet you will
+look Gladys."
+
+"Dont be sarcastic" said Gladys with a smile little dreaming how pretty
+she looked even then in her simple dressing gown.
+
+"Oh I say there is 12 o'clock striking" cried Helen starting up "I've
+been here a whole two hours, it is really disgracful, well goodnight
+Gladys dear" she added as she flew quickly out of the room as the last
+stroke of midnight died softly away.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 33
+
+THE MARRIAGE
+
+
+At 11 o'clock precisely, as Gladys had said the marriage ceremony began.
+
+Gladys as I have already said was attired in a white satin trained dress
+made to fit her slender figure to perfection and covered with thin tule.
+She wore orange blossom in her hair and on her dress and a magnificent
+diamond crescent caught up her veil.
+
+Helen and Mina Lincarrol were the bridesmaids they also wore white.
+Their dresses were exactly alike, but to colour them a little, they were
+delicately shaded with primrose yellow; long satin streamers hung from
+the bouquets they carried and both being dark girls the colour suited
+them admirably.
+
+The page, a little Spanish cousin of Mulberry's was attired in white and
+yellow satin also and very pretty he looked, being just five years old
+and very dark with an olive complexion.
+
+Lionel Lincarrol a tall handsome man of five or six and twenty gave his
+sister away as his father could not come up for the ceremony.
+
+The mighty cathedral was filled to overflowing; the most part of the
+people were invited guests as Lord Beaufort was very popular in society;
+but a great many ordinary people had just dropped in to try and catch a
+glimpse of the bride and bridegroom as they marched up the church.
+
+At last the service drew to a close, and the guests got into their
+carriages to drive back to Portman Square where the wedding breakfast
+was to take place.
+
+One of the enormous reception rooms had been beautifully decorated with
+sprays of real orange blossom from Lord Beaufort's hot house and many
+other bridal decorations. A magnificent breakfast was then partaken of,
+every article being of the highest quality for Mulberry Beaufort prided
+himself on never half doing things.
+
+The guests then repaired to another room to inspect Gladys's wedding
+presents, which were numerous and costly.
+
+And so the day wore on and 5 o'clock found Gladys, Mulberry, Helen,
+Mina, Lionel and Lawrence all at the railway station waiting for the
+boat train to take Gladys and Mulberry to Newhaven for whence they were
+to cross the channel.
+
+Gladys's travelling dress was extremely pretty being made of pale blue
+grey which suited her very well.
+
+At last the train came slowly into the station and the happy pair got
+in.
+
+The goodbyes were brief and cheerful, good luck being wished on every
+side.
+
+Mulberry expected to be in London again by the end of Febuary and by
+that time Helen and Lawrence would probably be one.
+
+At last the whistle sounded and those left on the platform watched the
+train till it rushed into the tunnel, and then they turned and went on
+to the opposite platform to take the train for Norfolk.
+
+It was a long journey and they were all tired when they got there.
+
+The brougham had been sent to meet them and though the others all knew
+the road to their house so perfectly, Helen looked out of the window
+with a new interest for it was all strange to her.
+
+After a drive of 1/4 of an hour or more the carriage drew up in front of
+a fine old house standing rather back from the road and with a beautiful
+carriage sweep in front. In the moonlight it presented a very pretty
+picture.
+
+Before the coachman had time to ring Lawrence had jumped out and opened
+the front door.
+
+They then crossed the hall and entered the drawing room a beautifully
+furnished room.
+
+Mrs. Lincarrol was reading by the fire when they all entered. She was a
+very tall thin woman with reddy coloured hair done very high on her head
+and small winky blue eyes. Her features were fairly good, but she was
+powdered profusely and indeed her hair looked as though it had seen a
+good many bottles of hair dye. She was attired in an evening dress of
+purple velvit trimmed with black satin and jet. Helen glanced at her as
+she rose from her chair and wondered how she came to have such a good
+looking family. But she quickly became aware that the room contained two
+other occupants. Two girls were seated at the piano trying some duets.
+They were both tall and fair with blue eyes and pale complexions and
+they wore rose coloured dresses. From Gladys' discription Helen knew why
+they were the twins Ethel and Elsie.
+
+Mrs. Lincarrol rose as they entered and having embraced her family
+turned with a queer look in her eyes to Helen.
+
+"So this is Helen Winston?" she said holding out her hand, "my niece I
+think"
+
+Helen did not quite know what to say so she merely smiled and she was
+then introduced to Ethel and Elsie, both of whom she liked very much,
+especially the former.
+
+"Now I think you'd better go and see your father" exclaimed Mrs.
+Lincarrol at last "you will find him in the library with Hugh, no doubt
+Helen would like to make her uncle's acquaintance."
+
+"I should" replied Helen.
+
+So they all marched accross the hall and opening another door entered
+the library.
+
+"So here you all are again" cried a cheery voice from within and at the
+same moment a tall well built man came forward. He was a contrast to his
+wife in every way, being fairly stout, dark and brown eyed. He had a
+kind though stern looking face. He greeted Helen very cordially with
+none of the shifty glances his wife had made use of and then introduced
+Hugh to her. He was only 17-1/2 with dark hair and eyes and very much
+resembled Lionel.
+
+"Well I'm glad to see you all back." cried Mr. Lincarrol, "but you all
+look tired, I suppose the journey was long?"
+
+"Not very" replied Minna who had hitherto kept a discreet silence, "but
+I'm very hungry.
+
+"Why of course you must be, ring the bell Hugh" cried Mr. Lincarrol
+heartily "and I'll see you get something at once."
+
+A very good meal was soon brought up and it was quickly disposed of.
+
+"Well Helen I'm going to bed now" said Minna at last, "if you come now
+I'll show you your room."
+
+"Oh thank you" replied Helen and with that they both walked upstairs
+together.
+
+Lionel and Hugh soon followed their example and so Lawrence was left
+alone with his father.
+
+"A very nice girl Helen Winston seems" cried Mr. Lincarrol, "I admire
+your taste Lawrence."
+
+"I'm glad you do" answered Lawrence, "I was struck with her when I first
+met her."
+
+"Yes I certainly admire your choice" replied Mr. Lincarrol, and after a
+few more words they both retired to bed.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 34
+
+FIVE YEARS LATER
+
+
+Five years have elapsed since we last saw Helen. Let us choose a
+favourable moment to view our heroine after the lengthy interval.
+
+Seated in a large and wealthily furnished drawing room by a bright fire,
+writing at a neat little table, sits Helen, now no longer Helen Winston
+but Mrs. Lincarrol. The clock has just struck 4. and the shades of the
+December evening are fast drawing in. By the light of the fire however
+we can get a tolerably good view of Helen. She has altered but little
+during the five years of her married life. She looks a trifle older, but
+the change is so slight as to be scarcely perceptible. She has still
+the luxurious black hair and long lashes shading her soft eyes.
+
+She is clothed in a rich tea-gown of a delicate green. She is writing
+diligently and seems intent on her work but she occasionally looks up to
+address a word or two to a delicate looking little girl of about three
+years who is playing on the hearth with a little fox terrier. This is
+little Nellie, the only child, a pale-faced fair-haired little thing,
+who has attained her third year today.
+
+At length it grows too dark to see, so closing her blotter with a snap,
+Helen walks to the window and holding aside the heavy velvit curtain
+gazes out accross the frost-bitten garden and the roofs of the houses,
+which are dotted about the town of B----.
+
+"Dear me" she says "it is beginning to snow, I think dear" she adds
+turning to her child "it is time you went up to the nursery tea will be
+ready I expect."
+
+So saying she rings a bell and Marshland appears, looking very different
+to when we last saw her, in her black dress and clean cap and apron.
+Having stuck to Helen in the hour of trial she now finds herself the
+much-respected nurse of little Nellie.
+
+Nellie having departed to the upper regions, Helen once more resumes her
+writing, this time by the aid of a large standing lamp. By and bye a
+servent enters with some tea. "Is Mr. Lincarrol in yet?" enquires Helen.
+"No m'am I think not" replies the servent. "oh then I shant expect him
+till late" answers Helen and so saying she partakes of her tea alone,
+which done she goes to the piano and plays a few merry sonatas. At
+length the clock strikes seven, and Helen is about to go and dress for
+dinner, when the butler enters with the message that a woman from the
+village of Huntsdown (5 miles distant) wishes to see her at once on a
+very important matter.
+
+"Who is the woman?" askes Helen in great astonishment.
+
+"I dont know mum" replies the butler "she is very poor-looking and says
+she's tramped all the way from Huntsdown to see you, but she wont give
+no name."
+
+"How extraordinary!" says Helen, "I know no one living in Huntsdown, in
+fact I have only been there once; but however I will go and see the poor
+soul." and rising as she speaks Helen vanishes into the hall.
+
+An old woman of about 60 or 70 is standing in a remote corner of the
+hall. The butler had spoken truthfully when he said the woman was poor
+looking. She wears a tattered dress of some faded hue, and on the top of
+that a man's coat, which might once have been black but is now almost
+bottle-green. A thin shawl coveres her shoulders and a battered black
+bonnet hangs back from her head. Her iron-grey hair is streaming over
+her face, still damp with the falling snow.
+
+"Did you wish to speak to me" asks Helen kindly advancing to the woman.
+
+"I do mum" replies the poor creature, dropping a bob-curtsey as she
+speaks, "I've bin tramping from Huntsdown since 4 o'clock and bin nearly
+turned back with the snow."
+
+"What is your name," enquires Helen.
+
+"Mrs. Cotton, if you please mum" answers the woman, "but to get on with
+my story, you must know I live at "The Jolly Dutchman" in Huntsdown. My
+husband keeps the inn, but he dont do much bussiness; the place is so
+remote-like, and I'm afraid he's a bad lot," and here Mrs. Cotton shook
+her head regretfully "but to come to the point mum, a week or so ago, a
+poor man all ragged and looking terribly ill, come to the door and asked
+if we could let him in to sleep the night, as he'd no were to go and no
+money. My husband was drunk at the time and turned the poor man away in
+spite of my pleading for him. A few minutes later when my husband was in
+the bar I opened the door and seeing the poor man there I could not
+resist letting him in. So according I gave him the attic at the top of
+the 'ouse, where he has bin laying ill ever since without my 'usband
+knowing."
+
+"What a sad story" says Helen gently "but I'm sure it was very good of
+you to risk taking the man in. I suppose you came to me for money did
+you not?"
+
+"No mum not for that" replies Mrs. Cotton sadly "you see I've tried to
+save a little money myself during the last few years so I've been able
+to have the doctor in once or twice to look at the poor man. Mr. Harland
+his name is. Me and my girl Sally, we've made the attic as confortable
+as we can and I've lit a fire up there once, but you see mum coles costs
+money like everythink else. The doctor says there's not much 'ope for
+the poor man, he's dying fast of fever and consumption. The other night
+mum, your gardiner, happened to come in for a glass of something and of
+course he got talking with the other men and the conversation fell on
+you mum, and he said he's known you a long time ever since you was Miss
+Winston (or some sich name as that) At the time the talk was going on, I
+was sitting upstairs with Mr. Harland and as the door was open we could
+hear the talk in the bar quite distinct; well mum, directly Mr. Harland
+heard your name mentioned, he got quite wild and excited all of a sudden
+and went raving on about you and he would'nt be satisfied till I told
+him all I knew about you. I was astonished mum I can tell you. After
+that Mr. Harland seemed much quieter and all yesterday and today he's
+been in a sort of stupor, but about half past three today he called me
+and told me he'd not got very long to live and would I do him a favour?
+I said "Yes," so he told me to go into the town and ask you to come and
+see him at once. He says he knew you quite well some time back and you
+knew him too, but you probably have forgotten the name now. I tell you
+mum I was fair took aback, but however leaving my girl Sally in charge
+of him, I started off on my errand, and here I am mum, waiting to know
+what your answer may be to this extraordinary request?"
+
+"It is a most extraordinary request" as you say Mrs. Cotton, and I never
+knew anybody by the name of Harland" replied Helen.
+
+"My idea is mum" says Mrs. Cotton "that the poor man is dilerious."
+
+"Very likely" answered Helen, "but to please him, I will order the
+carriage and we will drive over together, you look far too tired and
+cold to walk."
+
+As Helen speaks she toches a spring bell, and then reaching a
+sable-lined cloak from the peg she puts it on drawing the hood over her
+soft brown hair.
+
+She then orders a baskitt of streangthing things to be packed for the
+invalid.
+
+Then the carriage comes round to the front door and the two get in. A
+contrast indeed! The one small, shrivelled and shrunken, hugging her
+wreatched garments around her to keep out the biting cold; the other
+tall and stately, her rich cloak falling gracefully round her slender
+figure.
+
+The drive is long and dreary; being for the most a long straight road
+with tall hedges at either side and an occasional cottage or tree
+releiving the monotony of the scenery. But Helen, leaning back in her
+comfortable carriage is not thinking of the passing scenery, but of the
+extraordinary mission she is bent on.
+
+At length the carriage stops, and Mrs. Cotton leads the way up to a
+small tumble down dirty looking inn, whith an almost illegable
+incription painted in white letters, "The jolly Dutchman, Thomas
+Cotton."
+
+Mrs. Cotton opens the door and Helen finds herself in a very small and
+filthy dirty passage. A strong smell of beer and tobacco greet her on
+entering. A door on one side of the passage is half open, and looking
+through, Helen can see three or four rough looking men seated round a
+table with mugs of beer before them and pipes in their mouths, and the
+sounds that issue from the room are none of the pleasantest, for the men
+are talking, laughing and shouting, not to say swearing.
+
+In disgust Helen turns to the door of the other room. It is a kitchen
+evidently and a remarkably dirty one too. A candle is burning in this
+room, and by the light of it Helen can see a slovenly looking girl
+stirring some horrid smelling stuff in a saucpan, while a very small
+baby is yelling its heart out in a wooden cradle.
+
+"Here Sally" cries Mrs. Cotton to the girl "how is the invalid"
+
+"No better" replies Sally wiping her hands on her apron "I lit a fire
+for him, 'cause he grumbled so about the cold."
+
+"I dont wonder at it" responds Mrs. Cotton, "well mum," she continues
+turning to Helen "perhaps you'll step upstairs, its that door there mum
+with the handle off," and she points with her grimy finger to a door at
+the top of the stairs. Helen climbs the ricketty staircase with a wild
+fear and misgiving at her heart, wondering what the result of this
+strange visit will be. A light is burning in the room she enters. It is
+a damp cold place, a trifle larger than the passage below. A miserable
+fire is doing its best to burn in the grate and judging by the amount of
+matches strewn about, Sally must have been exerting many patient efforts
+to get it to burn at all.
+
+The window was minus a pane of glass and the cold wind blew right
+through the room making the door bang to and fro with a madly monotonous
+tone.
+
+Helen glanced hastily round the room, but the corners being in
+darkness, she had to hold the candle above her head to see anything at
+all. In doing so a groan caught her ear and advancing to the corner from
+whence it issued, Helen perceved a sort of pallet bed streached on the
+floor, covered with a singal blankett. Placing the candle on the floor
+close by, Helen knelt down and with trembling hands and a quaking heart
+pulled the covering away. And then--no wonder Helen uttered that low
+stifled cry; for there with his pale thin face turned towards her and
+his skeleton hands clutching at the blankett, there with his eyes dim
+and sunken and his breath coming quick and short lay Cyril Sheene alias
+Mr. Harland. For a moment Helen could not utter a sound, the words
+seemed to stick in her throat, and she knelt gazing in horror and
+amazement at the fast-dying man. It was Cyril who broke the awful
+silence, "Helen" he whispered brokenly "what a long time you were
+coming."
+
+"I never dreamt it was you Cyril" answered Helen taking his thin hand in
+hers, for now all her heart seemed to warm towards the man who had
+wronged her so much and who was so soon going to leave her.
+
+"No of course not" replied the dying man "you never thought I would
+come to this--(here he stopped for breath), "but I want to tell you this
+before I die."
+
+"Cyril you must not die" cried Helen, opening her basket and producing
+some wine.
+
+"No, no" gasped Cyril pushing the glass away "its no use, I know I'm
+dying, the doctor said so; give me some water to ease my throat and I'll
+go on."
+
+Helen gave him his wish and then knelt down beside him while he
+continued.
+
+"After I left you Helen, that day you went to Richmond, I intended going
+to Picadilly to pawn some things as I had no money to pay my debts. When
+I got back to my amazement a letter from Mr. Palsey was waiting for me,
+which explained that the police were already on our track and that if I
+valued my life I had better leave London and go to some place with him.
+Of course I had no choice but to go, but oh Helen if you could have
+known my feelings when I thought I should not see you again. Hastily I
+scrawled a note to you and added a few lines to my will, you read them
+did'nt you?"
+
+Helen nodded in assent.
+
+"Well" continued Cyril, "having made my preparations, I started off to
+meet Palsey. We traveled together. I forget where we were going. Palsey
+told me how he had escaped after he had been locked up in the drawing
+room. We had to change at Charing Cross I think and scarcely had we set
+foot on the platform, when up came two policemen and before we could say
+a word we found ourselves handcuffed. Well to make a long story short we
+were tried and I was sentenced to 10 years penal servitude, and Palsey
+who had done the most part of the crime had penal servitude for life.
+Well after three years of my time had passed, I was granted a free
+pardon for saving the life of someone. I have no time to tell the whole
+story now. At first I was delighted at the mere thought of being free
+again, but then I recollected I had no friends nobody to care wether I
+lived or died. When I was set free I wandered about trying in vain to
+find you Helen. But I got no news of you, untill one day I read of your
+marriage in the paper. Then I gave up all hope of ever seeing you again.
+Soon after I fell ill and spent many weeks in an old barn, attended only
+by a child who used to go messages for me etc: till I was well enough to
+walk about again. Then my wanderings began again, and I found them
+harder than ever. After my severe illness I could no longer bear
+sleeping out. I had to buy lodgings wherever I happened to be, and once
+or twice when I had no money I had to sleep out in the fields. That did
+for me Helen. From that day I grew much worse. A young man took pity on
+me one night and gave me a room in his house for nothing. But with his
+exception no one cared and so I wandered on untill late one night I
+arrived at this miserable inn. I did'nt know where I was, but I thought
+it safe to take another name. So I was brought up here, where I should
+certainly have died had not some one down in the bar mentioned your
+name, and then the excitement of seeing you kept me up----
+
+Here Cyril stopped gasping for breath and Helen with her tears fast
+falling administered water to him and propped up his pillows.
+
+"Helen" cried Cyril at last, he could barely talk now, "do you forgive
+me?"
+
+"Oh Cyril" cried Helen "of course I do; oh if only you had come to me
+before, how happily this might have ended. I forgive you fully from the
+bottom of my heart."
+
+Cyril smiled, he was too far gone to talk and Helen could see his eyes
+growing brighter.
+
+A long silence followed while Cyril's breathing grew laboured and slow.
+Presently with a great effort he turned and caught Helen's hand in his
+own. "Helen I'm going fast. Goodbye I die happy since you forgive me."
+And Helen stooped and kissed him. He turned and looked at her for the
+last time and then his spirit passed quietly and peacefully away.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 35
+
+CONCLUSION
+
+
+A Year has passed since the sad events recorded in our last chapter, and
+Cyril has long been laid in the church yards sod. His grave is ever
+bright with flowers placed there by Helen's loving hands and by those of
+her children Nellie and John.
+
+Of Mr. Palsey little has been heard but it has lately been rumoured that
+he died a natural death in prison, though some people exagerate and say
+he died by his own hand.
+
+Marshland is still living though her health is gradually becoming
+weaker.
+
+And what of Helen herself?
+
+Let us look into her drawing room to-night and we shall see her once
+again.
+
+It is New Year's Eve and the drawing room, hall, rather spacious rooms
+are all it up, while the many happy people are dancing and enjoying
+themselves. For Helen is giving a dance. Yes, a gathering of all her
+oldest and dearest friends. Among the many faces we recognise the
+Lincarrols. Even _Mrs._ Lincarrol is there gorgeously got up in bright
+yellow silk which she is proudly telling everybody was the foundation of
+her grandmother's wedding dress.
+
+Minna and her husband (for she is now married) are both there, also
+Ethel who is engaged and Elsie who has just returned from her honeymoon.
+Lionel is the only one not there, but he is doing well in America.
+
+Hugh (now in the Army) is also attending the dance. But Gladys where is
+she? She is also there with her husband Lord Beaufort and while the
+latter is talking to Lawrence let us notice Gladys who is deep in
+conversation with Helen.
+
+Seated on a sofa close to the entrance of the green-house, idly watching
+the dancers as they waltz round the spacious room, we once more see
+Helen and Gladys in close companionship. What a pretty contrast they
+make!
+
+Helen with her dark hair as abundant as ever and the lovely colour on
+her cheeks.
+
+She is glancing down and her long lashes cover her eyes. She looks very
+happy and a smile is playing about her lips.
+
+She wears a pale violet coloured dress made in the latest fashion and
+the colour suits her to perfection. Gladys is attired in white silk
+trimmed with bright gauzy ruffles of pale pink and silver. She is
+playing with her fan and laughing merrily with Helen. Her bright blue
+eyes are full of happiness and a little colour has come into her usually
+pale cheeks.
+
+"Ah well Helen dear" she is saying "you have nothing to grumble at now
+I'm sure."
+
+"I never said I had" laughs Helen, "I am perfectly happy with Lawrence
+and my children and it _is_ so nice to have you here again, but all the
+same I have had troubles; a good many more than most people of my age."
+
+"Yes that's undeniable" replies Gladys "but still you have a dear
+husband and lovely children."
+
+"Of course I have" cries Helen "and I am quite happy now."
+
+"And as far as I can see there is no reason why you should ever be
+unhappy again," replies Gladys.
+
+"No" says Helen, "but still I cant quite forget the sadness of my early
+years."
+
+"Nonsense my dear," cries Gladys, "dont forget what you told me so long
+ago about your sorrows, they will become like wounds which though healed
+over are still to be seen, and so though you will not exactly forget the
+sorrow you will no longer feel the pain."
+
+"Yes" answers Helen laughingly, "that was a very good idea on my part;
+and though applicable to you then, it certainly applies to me now.
+
+So now our story comes to an end and we will bid goodbye to Helen. She
+has already partaken freely of the cup of sorrow but now her time has
+come and she knows what true happiness is and all her sorrows, miseries
+and heartaches shall be blotted out in that sea of mist and
+shaddows;--The Past.
+
+
+THE END
+
+
+
+
+THE JEALOUS GOVERNES
+
+_or_
+
+THE GRANTED WISH
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 1
+
+WISHING
+
+
+One evening late in Sep: Mr. Hose sat in his armchair reading a news
+paper. His wife sat in an other looking at the "Strand" Magerzine. Mr.
+Hose sudonly looked up at his wife; "Elizabeth" he said "one thing I
+have been wishing for, ever scince we were married is a baby, would not
+you like to have one looking at her seariously "Yes indeed I should"
+ansed his delicat wife with a sigh.
+
+I soud like to adobt one continued Charlie, I would like to have one of
+my own said Elizabeth I dont like adopting babys, well you cant do it
+any other way if you dont get one. Besides if it was a boy what name
+have you got for it if it was a boy it should be named Charlie after
+you dear, and if it was a girl I suppose you would call it Elizabeth and
+liza for short would not you said Charlie, well yes she said beginning
+to read her magazine. Mr Hose now took out his watch and to his wife he
+said I have got to go out this eveing at what time said Elizabeth at
+seven oclock I promised Mr. Lineap I would meat him at his offiace at a
+quarter past it is now half past 6 just half an hour. I have time to
+finsh this bit of newes in the paper, so saying he continued to read.
+
+Presently the clock sturck a quater past 7, oh goodnes I must fly, said
+Charlie Mr. Leanep will be expecting me he took up his boller banged it
+on his head took up a walking stick the first that came in to his hand,
+and rushed out of the room looking like a roughyeun out of the streets,
+his boots untide his hair rough he banged the door behind him.
+
+Noisie man mutterd his wife as soon as he had disapear. I feel ashamed
+realy I do nothing will keep him quiet when he has got an appoinment
+never mind perhaps he cant help it she said and fell asleep in her
+armchair.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 2
+
+THE NEW BABY
+
+
+Mr. Hose came back at about 12 o'clock he had drunken a little whiskey
+but it made no effect on him. He woke early the next morning and woke
+his wife and began telling her all about his evening stroll with Mr.
+Leanep but he did not say anything about the whiskey he had drunk
+feering it would shock her. But when the clock had just struck half past
+six they heard a ring at the door bell and within a few minutes the maid
+servant came hurrying up stairs and said the Dr. had arrived with a box
+under his arm and he would like to see Mrs. Hose she said. "Oh well,
+will you show him up to this bedroom" said Mrs. Hose turning to her
+husband and saying "you don't mind him coming up, do you dear?" Mary
+went out of the room grinning, closing the door quietly behind her.
+
+In a few minutes the Dr's. bold step was heard at the door and then a
+loud knock and with a "come in" from Mrs. Hose he entered the room.
+
+"Oh I say Mrs Hose" he began taking off his hat "I have heard you have
+been wishing for a baby, so I have brought you one and your wish is
+granted."
+
+"Oh hurrah" said Mrs. Hose "Is it a boy or a girl?"
+
+"Well I don't know" said the Dr. _quite_, "but I'll leave you to find
+out and settle matters" so saying Dr. Pauline took his departure
+shutting the door with his foot, while he held his precious top hat in
+his two hands.
+
+As soon as the Dr. left the room, Mr. Hose began hurrahing and laughing
+at the idea of the new baby coming. "I am very glad it's come, arn't
+you?" he said to his wife.
+
+"Yes, I'm very glad. Hasn't it come early?"
+
+"Yes," said her husband, "but don't you think we had better open the box
+and look at it?" "Well perhaps we had," said his wife, cutting the
+string with a pair of scissors which were lying on the bed. Directly the
+box was opened, a dear little fat baby rolled out on to the eider down.
+"Oh, isn't it a darling?" said Mrs. Hose, sitting up in bed, and placing
+it between her and her husband, "What a pity it hasn't got its eyes
+open."
+
+"Oh, but it's asleep," said Mr. Hose; "they never have their eyes open
+when they are asleep, except when they are very ill."
+
+"Oh, yes, I see now it is asleep, it is blinking its eyelids."
+
+"Hadn't we better be wrapping it up in something, it must be rather
+cold, poor little thing," he said, patting its face.
+
+"Oh, yes, of course we must," said his wife, jumping out of bed, never
+stopping to put on her dressing slippers, she walked over to the
+wardrobe.
+
+She unlocked it with a small key she kept in her drawer, and on the
+third shelf she found a small, pale blue shawl, which she had had when
+she was a baby, and she had kept it ever since, in case she should have
+a baby when she was grown up.
+
+"Here's the very thing," she said, "the shawl I had when I was a baby,"
+she said, skipping back to bed.
+
+"Oh yes, that's a nice shawl," said Mr. Hose, "and it's pretty big too,
+we can wrap it all round it; and you can cuddle it close to you, and
+then it would be warm, I should say."
+
+Mr. Hose did not get up till half past eight oclock he could not stay in
+bed any later because he was already rather late getting up I expect I
+shall be late at my offace said Mr. Hose to himself buttning up the last
+button of his waistcoat, he then slipped on his coat put on his hat took
+up his walking stick and maid his apperance in the hall takeing a glance
+at him self in the glass as he passed it, he then opened the hall door
+and began walking at a quick pace to his offaice he was not so late
+after all.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 3
+
+THE BAPTISAM
+
+
+It was a lovely day on the 28th of september when a carriage drove up to
+the door and Mr. and Mrs. Hose with the baby in her arms ran down the
+door steps and into the carriage Mr. Hose doing the same. "It's a good
+thing its a nice day isn't it Charlie?" she said to her husband "Yes it
+is a good job or the baby couldn't have come out tho'. He isn't so very
+delicate, by the bye what's his name going to be?"
+
+"Charles Edward" she said "Charles after you and Edward after his
+grandfather." "I hope Miss Gurling is at the church now, she's always
+late for everything."
+
+"She is going to be the godmother isn't she?" asked Charlie "Yes" said
+his wife "You don't object do you? And his godfather is that pious man
+who kneels before us in church, Mr. Johns."
+
+"Oh he is a nice man that" said the father clapping his hands "I am glad
+he is going to be the godfather"
+
+"Why here we are" said his wife jumping out of the carriage.
+
+"Oh yes" said he stepping out with a laudable air.
+
+"Oh dear" said his wife "I've left the baby in the carriage" "Oh poor
+thing" said the husband running back for it. Goodbye Thompson "said he
+to the coachman here's 6d for you, it's quite enough for him" he
+murmured to his wife as he took off his hat very reverently at the
+church door. When they got into the church the first person they saw was
+Miss Gerling sitting quitertly in the bottem seat saying her prays very
+dovoutly. Mrs. Hose went up to her oh I say she began you are the
+godmother "Yes said Miss Gerling it is going to begin soon. what? said
+Mrs. Hose the christening said Miss Gerling Mr. Johns is not here we are
+wateing for him. Presently Father clocks came bussling down the church
+he went up to Mr. Hose and said "I can't think why Mr. Johns is not here
+he is very late, yes he is said Mr. Hose and the worst of it is we cant
+begin without him. No we cant said the preast it is a great nuisance he
+continued shacking his black head of hair. after about half an hour the
+church door opened and in came Mr. Jons he walked quite calmly up the
+aisle of the curch to his own seat, takeing it more as if he was very
+early insted of very late, he said a few prays and then he went down to
+the bottem of the church and said in rather a loud wisper had not we
+better begin yes said father clocks puting on his stoll.
+
+All this while during the christening Mr. Johns kept standing on one leg
+and blowing his nose rather hard, he didn't have to say much tho he
+looked rather embarassed. When it was all over they took their departure
+and went home in the carraige, but poor Mr. Hose parted with a good deal
+of his pence, because little boys kept running after his carraige and
+would not go away without a copper or so.
+
+"As we are passing the confectioners" said Mr. Hose to his wife, "we
+might tell them to send up a nice sugar cake in honour of baby's Xning.
+
+"Oh yes we might do that" said his wife, scratching her head to show off
+her net which was carefully covering her knob behind.
+
+They arrived home at last and had the beautiful Xning cake between them
+for tea.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 4
+
+ENGAGING THE NURSERY GOVERNESS
+
+
+"Do you know my dear" said Mr. Hose to his wife one morning at breakfast
+"what I was thinking of doing?" "No" said his wife looking very
+surprised, "What is it."
+
+"Well" he said "I was thinking of getting a nursery governess."
+
+"A nursery Governess" said his wife "Why the baby isn't old enough to
+have one yet, remember it's only 6 months old."
+
+"Well" said Mr. Hose "I was thinking of getting one because only think
+to yourself how very useful she would be, she could help us in the
+evening when baby was in bed and besides that she could look after baby
+and he would get used to her before it was time to be taught."
+
+"Oh yes" said his wife "now I see what you mean it would be a very good
+thing. You and I must go and see Madam Toinette about one in London
+tomorrow."
+
+When breakfast was over, they went into the drawing room and Mrs. H.
+began knitting a pr. of socks for her short coated boy, and her husband
+curled himself up in an arm chair and smoked to a low degree.
+
+"I say Lizzie eh! why shouldn't we go to London today eh?" (he was
+rather a cockney man.)
+
+"Yes we can go today, I don't see what harm it could do. We'll go in the
+afternoon then."
+
+"Right you are," said the husband, "I'll change my clothes" he said as
+he retired to his bedroom and his wife continued to knit the pair of
+socks she was knitting for her baby.
+
+Presently just after the dinner-bell had rung, down came Mr. Hose from
+his bedroom looking like a duke instead of a mere Mr.
+
+"I say wife do you think I look nice. I have been such a long time
+dressing do you know what I've put on clean?"
+
+"No said his wife who did not take the least interest in a man's
+toilet. Well he said clearing his throat and pulling up his trousers and
+sitting down. "I've put on this beautiful black suit with coat tails and
+a lovely clean shirt he said stroking his front and I've put on a clean
+pair of scarlet socks with a hole in but it does not show and he
+continued I've got on a nice pair of black trousers but he said with a
+sorrowful face the button has come off from my trousers which makes one
+leg shorter than the other. This being the only sentence his wife had
+heard she looked up from her plate and said "Oh you poor dear! never
+mind I'll sew it on for you after dinner. "Oh thank you so much! said
+Mr. Hose I should not have been able to go to London if you had not
+thought of this kind offer. Now Charles said his wife eat your dinner
+because we are going by the 3.15 train. Charles began eating his dinner
+quickly saying at the same time with his mouth full "Do you think baby
+will be all right with the housemaid.
+
+"Oh yes he will be all right it is only for a few howers" said Mrs.
+Hose.
+
+"Oh yes" said Mr. Hose beginning to eat his dinner.
+
+Presently his wife looked up and said now Charles, I have done my
+dinner and I am going up to get ready and she went out of the room.
+
+Mr. Hose finnished his dinner and then put on his top hat and took his
+best cherry wood walking stick. He could not see his wife anywhere; so
+like a wise man he began walking down to the station when he was half
+way whom should he see but his wife walking sedately along; she looked
+very nice in a coffee coloured dress trimmed with brown velvet a bonnet
+to match with a pretty bird in front and strings of brown velvet as well
+as a large bow of the same; she had brown gloves and a pretty light
+coffee coloured parasol in her hands, her nice walking shoes and
+stockings just peeped from under her dress. Well said Charlie we are not
+late for the train."
+
+"An't we" said his wife looking at her watch which she wore on her
+bracelet. "No" said Charlie but you do look nice.
+
+They arrived at the station and jumped into a first class carriage.
+
+Presently they arrived in London and walked arm in arm from the station.
+They walked up to Madame Antoinette's house to ask her if she knew of
+any governess which they could engage. A nice fat looking servant
+answered the door. Is Madame Antoinette at home. Yes mam' she said
+looking rather ignorant will you step this way. (Mrs. Hose walked into
+the drawing room and sat down waiting for Madame Antoinette) Presently
+Madame Antoinette came down into the room. Good morning Mrs. Hose she
+said. Oh good morning Madame Antoinette said Mrs. Hose sit down but do
+you know of any governesses which we could engage? Well said Madame
+Antoinette frowning there is a Miss Brentnor she lives in Julian Road No
+36. Oh what is she like? Oh she has fair hair at least you may say
+carrotty hair and one good thing about her is her eyes she has lovely
+big grey eyes. She has a very sallow complexion and she had a blue dress
+on last time I saw her.
+
+Do you know of any other governesses continued Mr. Hose? Yes said Madame
+Antoinette there is a very nice young lady called Miss Smith she has
+dark hair and brown eyes but she is rather cow-like she has rather
+boisterous feet and a few freckles on the top of her nose but she is all
+right you know and she lives in Buttonbrick House Hudson's Street and
+then there is another young lady called Miss Junick. She left her last
+place and was hated in this family and I have been told that she was
+known to take a few things that did not belong to her in that house; but
+I can scarcely believe that for she is a beautiful young lady and I like
+her very much. They left Madame Antoinette's house and went to call on
+Miss Brentnor and Miss Smith but did not like either of them. They went
+home and the next morning a letter came addressed to Mrs. Hose she
+opened it and this is what she read
+
+            MADAM,
+
+          I beg to present you with the photograph which you
+          ask me to send. I think I have very good features
+          and I _know_ I'll make a excellent governess. It
+          is not at all true what was said about me in my
+          last situation and I am willing to come and look
+          after your little boy and teach him when he is old
+          enough. Give me a nice bed-room Madam; of course I
+          am a Catholic which I suppose you heard from
+          Madame Antoinette.
+
+          I remain, Yours truly,
+
+                                          ROSE M. JUNICK.
+
+Mrs. Hose answered the letter and this is what she put,
+
+          DEAR MISS JUNICK,
+
+          I like you very much but I must not believe what
+          was said about you in your last situation. Will
+          you meet me at the Victoria Station on Thursday at
+          half past four and I will ask you a few questions.
+
+                                        Yours truly,
+                                                E. HOSE.
+
+Mrs. Hose was now satisfied she d answered the letter and in time she
+would have the governess with her.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 5
+
+THE GOVERNES ARRIVES
+
+
+The next morning Mrs. Hose ordered breakfast early than usual in order
+that she might get off by the 9/30 becaus she was going to do a little
+shoping first and she thought to her self she could get a beautiful
+dinner at one of the Resteraunts and she smacked her lips as she sat
+down to her breakfast of eggs and beacon and a cup of cocoa. When she
+had finished she went up stairs and placed her bonnet on her head and
+buttoned up her patent leather boots and took an umbrella because it
+looked stormy and started on her way to the station bidding her husband
+farewell.
+
+Directly she got outside it began to rain so she put up umbrela and
+within ten minets she got to the station and jumped into a first class
+carriage (for she licked to look grand) and soon the train started off
+for the smokey and dreary city.
+
+At last the train got to Victora and out jumped Mrs. hose without a
+moments delay, she walked up and down outside the refreshment room (for
+this was where she was to meet our Heroine) she went up to one lady and
+said do you mind me asking you but I am looking for my future governess
+Miss Junick do you posess that name I am sorry for your sake that I do
+not she ansewerd politely and walked on. then Mrs. hose asked another
+lady who was peradeing up and down in a red and gray dress eating a
+halfpeny bun which she had just bought. Mrs. Hose advanced towards her
+and when she got close to her she saw she was very pretty so she thorght
+she would be as polite as she could and began have I the plesure of
+meeting Miss Junick. I am not Miss Junick but I am a frend of the dear
+ladys (best luck) and she told me she would be here to meet you at half
+past four this afternoon oh thank you said Mrs. Hose I now recerlect I
+was thinking I had to meet her this morning farewell or a deiw as the
+french say she said as she left the station to go and get some dinner.
+Perhaps you would like to know what she had for dinner--rabbit and
+merangues were what she chose and she drank sherry wine. After dinner
+she went into the depth of London to look at some of the shops and came
+back in time to see the governess. As she entered Victoria station she
+met a precise young lady hastening to the refreshment room, she hurried
+after her and when she got up to her thought she looked like Miss Junick
+in the face, but before she could say a word the lady jumped sideways
+and asked her was she Mrs. Hose and with an answer of yes they walked
+together into the waiting room and sat down upon a horse hair cushion
+and they now commenced their conversation.
+
+"How long were you in your last place?"
+
+"Two years madam"
+
+"Oh and was that your 1st place?"
+
+"Oh no I was abroad before with three little french children there was
+only one in the other family and she was a throro English child--so was
+her mother."
+
+"Oh and what do you teach" said Mrs. Hose cocking up one eyebrow.
+
+"Music, drawing, the use of the globes, etc., etc. only you don't want
+me to teach your little boy yet do you?"
+
+"No, no, no," said Mrs. Hose "not yet he is only six months old, but are
+you very fond of children and have you any little sisters and brothers?"
+
+"I have one little sister of 10 and a little baby brother and I have two
+grown uppers, but I am very fond of children and wish I had one of my
+own."
+
+"You won't whip my baby will you?" said Mrs. Hose.
+
+"Oh dear no" she answered "I'de spoil him more likely than whip him."
+
+"Oh well I want you to be medium with him" said Mrs. Hose.
+
+"Quite so Madam I understand babies thoroughly; are there any more
+questions you think you would like to ask me whilst I'm here?"
+
+"I think I've asked you pretty nearly all she answered" except when
+could you come to me?"
+
+"I can come on Monday Madam I was packing a few of my things in case you
+would have me."
+
+"Let me see now" said Mrs. Hose pausing "how about the washing shall you
+pay it or will I?"
+
+"Well I'm not very rich Madam and it would be a charity if you will pay
+it."
+
+"Certainly I will and how much are you used to getting a year?"
+
+"Either 5 or 14 pounds according to what I have to do. I don't do much
+for 5."
+
+"All right I will give you 14. I hope you will do a good deal for that
+as I want you to bath the baby and have utter charge of him. And as you
+are coming on Monday, I will prepare you a nice bedroom" "Thank you very
+much Madam" said Miss Junick getting up smiling. "Good afternoon Madam
+she said hurrying out of the waiting room. Mrs. Hose came home by the 6
+o'clock train and told her husband all about Miss Junick and Mr. Hose
+said he thought she'd do very nicely.
+
+Monday soon came and with it the governess in a station cab and a large
+box with R. M. J. in red enamel on it. "Here I am Mrs. Hose" she said
+stepping out of the cab "who tips the cabman you or I"? "The Butler"
+replied Mrs. Hose he has a few shillings in his pocket--Come on John and
+give the Cabman 2/6". The Butler obeyed and helped the honest cabman in
+with the box. Miss Junick was then shown up to her bedroom to take off
+her hat. Then she went into the nursery and found her pupil sitting in a
+high chair all alone playing with his rattle.
+
+Just the kind of baby I shall get jelous of she thought.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 6
+
+HOW MISS JUNICK'S JEALOUSY BEGAN
+
+
+As she entered the room the baby looked up from his play, and stared at
+her rather hard, surprised at seeing a strange lady.
+
+But Miss Junick did not take any notice of the baby's astonishment, but
+merely walked straight over to it, lifted it up, and kissed it a great
+many times, saying as she did so,
+
+"Oh you dear little thing! how I would long to have you for my own." She
+then rang the bell for dinner, as it was then one o'clock, and she knew
+that she had to give the baby its dinner in the nursery. Presently the
+housemaid came up, bearing a tray in her hand with the dinner on it.
+Miss Junick then gave the baby its dinner, and got up and tried to amuse
+it, but the baby got cross and tired, not being used to her; so that she
+was obliged to lay it down in its cradle for its afternoon sleep, while
+she herself went upstairs to unpack her box. When she had done unpacking
+she came down again to see if the baby had awoke.
+
+It was just beginning to wake up as she entered the room. She was
+pleased to see that it was awake, and lifted it out of its cradle,
+kissing it and repeating the same words as before.
+
+At last tea time came, and pretty soon after tea Miss Junick took the
+baby in her arms and took it down stairs to say good night to Mr. and
+Mrs. Hose.
+
+She then brought it upstairs again, took it into its mother's bedroom,
+and began to undress it. She found its little nightgown in a white case
+with C.H. in pale blue letters on it. The nightgown was very pretty, It
+was of white flannel, and the frills round the neck and sleeves were of
+pale blue, as the baby was dedicated to Our Lady of Victories.
+
+When it was in bed, after kissing it a great many times, she turned out
+the gas and retired to her bedroom, saying as she did so, "I could never
+find a baby like that anywhere, not even if I were to search the wide
+wide world."
+
+"Well! I dont know though," she said to herself as she sat down on the
+bed, "I might go out tonight, and ask the Doctor where Mrs. Hose got her
+_lovely_ baby from. Oh no though, perhaps I couldn't, as I should have
+to tell Mrs. Hose that I was going out and what I was going out for. But
+I could pretend to her that I was going out to buy some Beechams Pills
+or a reel of cotton to mend some of my linen. Yes, of course I could do
+that."
+
+And so, without a moments delay, she marched downstairs and into the
+drawing room.
+
+"Oh please Mrs. Hose," she began, "I would like to go down the town to
+buy a box of Beecham's Pills, may I go?, she added.
+
+"A box of Beecham's Pills! why--are you unwell?" said Mrs. Hose.
+
+"Oh dear no, but in case of necessity," said Miss Junick, "and perhaps
+when I get there I may find some other things which I want to buy in the
+shops."
+
+Oh certainly, you may go," said Mrs. Hose, "but you wont be back late,
+will you, because of Baby."
+
+Oh! I have put the baby to bed," said Miss Junick, cocking her head in
+the air, and slamming the door behind her.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 7
+
+WHAT MISS JUNICK DID IN THE TOWN
+
+
+Miss Junick arrived in the town at about eight o'clock! She went
+straight to the Doctor's house and rang loudly at the bell. In a few
+minutes it was answered by a boy in buttons, who asked her what she
+wanted, and on her replying that she wanted to see the Doctor, she was
+shown into a neat little drawing room draped in green and red silk.
+Soon she heard the Doctor's bold step. He opened the door and in he
+came dressed in an evening suit. He bowed politely as he shut the door,
+saying--"Have I the pleasure of seeing Miss Junick the new and
+accomplished governess of Mrs. Hose?" "Yes--you have that pleasure," she
+said, getting up and bowing also.
+
+And what is it you have come to ask me, Miss Junick? he said preparing
+to sit down in his arm chair.
+
+Oh! she said, I have come to ask you where Mrs. Hose got her most lovely
+baby from.
+
+"Oh, said the Doctor, I gave it to her because she wished for one," "Do
+you think you could manage to give me a baby like him?" said Miss
+Junick.
+
+"Well, said the Doctor, the first question is, are you married?
+
+"No, I am not married, but I will marry if you can give me a baby like
+that--it would be worth marrying for."
+
+"Well! you cannot marry till someone asks you, and I cant because I have
+a wife of my own," said the Doctor.
+
+"Well! can I have a baby like it even if I don't marry?" said Miss
+Junick.
+
+"Oh well! I dont think so; Is that all you have come to ask me"? he
+said, in an aggravating tone, beginning to open the door for her.
+
+"Yes, that is all," said Miss Junick, "but you will try and find a baby
+for me, wont you?
+
+"Yes, but you say you are not married," said the Doctor.
+
+"Well! I must have made a mistake, and was not thinking of what I was
+saying, for I certainly am."
+
+"Oh yes, I will try and find one--Good evening Miss Junick," said the
+Doctor.
+
+"Good evening Doctor Brandon, said Miss Junick, and she shut the hall
+door behind her, and commenced to walk up the town.
+
+Dear dear it is nine oclock oh no half past I must hurry or Mrs. Hose
+will be cross and say I neglect the child and I dont only she will think
+so because I have it for too long only an hour and a half it is not at
+all long. At last she came to the house and she went strait to bed but
+she could not sleep for thinking of the baby which she was going to
+have. She did not get scolded in spite of all she said.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 8
+
+THE PRIVATE ARIVAL OF MISS JUNICKS BABY
+
+
+Miss Junick awoke early the next morning; she was very excited thinking
+of her future baby, and she didn't get up until eight o'clock. She then
+walked downstairs to the baby's room, and got it up. When it was dressed
+she gave it its breakfast, but she didn't talk to it, as much as she did
+the other day, for she was too much excited. After breakfast, she found
+it's pram in the shed and took it out for it's walk.
+
+At last she arrived home, and after giving the baby its dinner, she put
+it to it's afternoon sleep. When it woke up she took it out for another
+walk, and on her way she met the doctor's page boy coming along with a
+box under his arm. As she saw him approaching she left the pram without
+a word and ran along to meet him. When she got up to him, the boy raised
+his cap and said. "If you please, Miss, the doctor told me to bring you
+this box and he hopes the contents will do."
+
+"Oh, thank you, thank you," said Miss Junick, as she took the parcel,
+and ran back to the pram with it.
+
+She put the box in, and walked hastily home, for she wanted to open it.
+Soon she got to the house, and to her great horror, as she was going
+upstairs she met Mrs. Hose.
+
+"Well, Miss Junick, have you been taking baby for a walk? she said, "and
+what is that box you have under your arm."
+
+"It is only something I have bought, nothing to do with you," she
+muttered, as Mrs. Hose shut her bedroom door.
+
+When she had undressed the baby, she set it up in it's high chair gave
+it it's rattle, and hurried upstairs to open her precious box.
+
+"I hope it's nice," she said, as she cut the string; she then opened the
+lid of the box. Of course it was ugly, as most babies are when they are
+first born.
+
+But this would not do for Miss Junick, for she called it 'an ugly little
+beast," and threatened to throw it away.
+
+When the next day came she thought it was more ugly still, and that day
+she really did throw it away, and I will tell you where she put it."
+
+In fact she did more than this, for she murdered it first, and then
+threw it into one of the dirty alleys. She was now quite satisfied that
+she had got rid of it, but she was more angry still when she found the
+bill inside the box, "Miss Junick Dr. to Doctor Paulin for one baby
+delivered as per agreement £1." She took the £1 out of her purse and
+walked straight down to the Doctors and gave it without a minutes delay
+and begged to have a receipt at once. So it was given to her at once,
+and he asked her in and cross questioned her about the baby. She paused
+a little and then said--
+
+"Oh its getting on very nicely thank you, good afternoon," and she shut
+the outer door and hurried away home.
+
+When she got home Mrs. Hose's baby was sleeping quietly in its cradle,
+but it soon woke up and she gave it its tea. Pretty soon after tea it
+went to bed, and she went up to her room, and I must tell you that her
+front window looked out upon the churchyard. She was looking out of this
+window as she was doing her hair, and she saw that the burial of a
+little baby was going on, and two poor women were there. Miss Junick
+pierced very hard out of the window and she recognised that it was the
+same little baby that she had murdered and thrown away.
+
+"Oh! so they are burying it are they?" she said to herself, "I wouldn't
+take pity on such an ugly little thing if I were them.
+
+When she had changed her dress she went downstairs to have her supper
+with Mr. and Mrs. Hose thinking all the while of what she had seen. When
+supper was over, she went upstairs and took from her trunk a "shilling
+shocker" and began to read it. Presently she got tired and went to bed.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 9
+
+MISS JUNICK'S PLANS
+
+
+Many years had passed by since Miss Junick had come to Mr. and Mrs.
+Hose, and Mrs. Hose's baby was now two years old, and Mr. Hose was very
+much mastaken in what he had said at first about Miss Junick helping
+them in the evening for she did nothing but read shilling shockers and
+penny horribles all the eveing till it was time for bed and after that
+when she was in bed she used to make plans these were what she maid, as
+she found her baby ugly and that she could not get one like Mrs. Hose's
+she planed that she would steal Mrs. Hoses most lovely baby, little did
+Miss Junick think that the baby she was going to steal was the greatest
+tressure Mrs. Hose had ever had so she realy planed to do this wicked
+act. She was very kind too the baby all this time and each day she grew
+more and more jealous of the baby and she said her plain must soon
+happen and I will tell you more in the next chapter.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 10
+
+HOW MISS JUNICK CARYS OUT HER PLAN
+
+
+2 Weaks had past since Miss Junick had planed what she should do. One
+eveing she pretented too have a bad headache and went to bed before
+supper and had her supper in bed in order that she might think it over,
+yes she said I will steal the baby tomorrow and run away home too my
+mother and father they will be plased to know that I have stolen
+something and she turned on her side I will put mine and some of the
+babys things in a bag very early at about 5 oclock and start off so
+saying she began too snore and too go too sleap. soon the morning came
+and she awoke and dressed hurryeld put her clothes and one dress and one
+cloack and bonnet of the babys in the bag and soon she and the baby were
+in the train for Chichester were she and her mother and father lived.
+The baby screamed and cried because it was tired and wanted too go to
+sleap but wound not because it was in the train and had never been in a
+train before.
+
+Miss Junick had forgoten to bring the babys own bottel but she had a
+small tin of biscuits in her bag and a bottel of sour milk which she had
+entendid for herself but gave it too the baby because it was very hungry
+and had not had anything too eat since its tea the eveing before, all
+this time Mrs. Hose was greeving over the loss of her baby and who she
+thought was her dear good governess can any one have murdered them
+Charlie she said and buried their bodys somewere No I dont think that
+could have happened but we might send round to Mrs. Wight and ask her if
+she has seen anything of them said Charlie. Yes we will do that said
+Mrs. Hose, I will go and wright a note and the weping lady left the
+room. She soon came back I have written to Mrs. Wight she said the boy
+has taken the note and I expect an asew soon and she was wright for in 3
+minets the boy entered and said if you plase Mum Mrs. Wight has come too
+see you herself she is in the drawing room and wants you. Now very well
+said Mrs. Hose and she walked down stairs and into the drawing room. Oh
+how do you do said Mrs. Wight I got your note sit down I will explain
+all about this. Mrs. Hose sat down and Mrs. wight began her story. Well
+she said I one eveing saw Miss Junick taking an eveing stroll and I
+asked her too come in to my house and she said as you are a great frend
+I will tell you this so she said I am very jealous of Mrs. Hose's baby
+and some day I mean to steal him and run away with him and go to my own
+mother and father and I promised I would not say a word to anyone.
+
+Mrs. Hose jumped up from her chair Oh Mrs Wight if you had only told me
+this before I could have saved my own darling baby from been stolen from
+that wicked women and I will now put the blame on you. but why said Mrs.
+wight I think it was very good of me to keep my promise so well.
+
+My dear Mrs. wight said Mrs. Hose if you had told me before I could have
+given notice to that wicked Miss Junick and she would have left before
+she could have time to steal my preschus darling and Mrs. Hose left the
+room and rushed upstairs to tell her husband the bad newes and Mrs.
+wight went home.
+
+Mrs. hose ran into her husbands bedroom Charlie, Charlie, she said what
+_do_ you think that wicked Miss Junick whom we thought was so good has
+stolen our precious baby from us and that silly Mrs. wight new of this
+all along but never told us simply because Miss Junick asked her not too
+she new that Miss Junick was going to steal him and the words died off
+her lips as she fainted into a fitt Mr. Hose burnt a feather under her
+nose to make her come round and she soon revived and was able to say
+more to Mr. Hose.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPT 11
+
+MR. HOSE MAKES ENQUIRIES
+
+
+early the next morning Mr. Hose got up dressed quickly and instead of
+going to his office he went to the police office and made enquiries and
+this is what he said to inspecter have you seen a young lady with a
+little baby. I got a governes for my little boy and now she has stolen
+him and has gone home to her parents her Mother is a murderdress and her
+father is a robber I have no idear were her parents live, No Sir said
+inspecter gong I have not seen her I dont think could you dicribe her
+and the baby to me and then I could make sure weather I had seen her or
+not. Well said Mr. Hose the governess was an elderly person with sharpe
+black eyes and black hair and a salow complexion I do not no how she was
+dressed at the time for it was quite early in the morning when she stole
+my baby. No Sir replyed inspecter Gong I have seen no such person, oh
+thank you said Mr. Hose good morning, good morning Sir said the
+inspecter as he shut the door of the police office and Mr. Hose went
+down the steps and walked feeling very unsatisfactory.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 12
+
+
+Many years have passed since Mr. Hose lost his child Mrs. Hose had died
+of greef two years befor and often in the eveing when Mr Hose sat
+alonne he would say to himself would I had that wretched Miss Junick by
+the scraff of the neck and he picked up the poker and shook it to show
+what he would do if he had her in his hands, one eveing as Mr Hose sat
+gazeing in to the emty great where there should have been a fire, he
+heard footsteps in the Porch Mr Hose was startled for now that Mrs Hose
+was dead people seldom came near the house and Mr Hose was not much to
+look at, he had very little hair and what he had was very seldom brushed
+and his red nose got bigger every day so you can emagin how few people
+ventured near him. when he heard the bell ring he jumped up and asked
+the servent who it was she said she would go and see she soon apperd and
+said it was a young man wanted to know if Mr Hose lived here show him in
+and say I do Just at that moment a man rushed in father he said dont you
+know me, and he flung himself into Mr Hoses arms my son my son where
+have you been all these long years tell me all about it. where is mother
+I must tell her too why my son you will never see your mother again she
+is dead she has dided for the loss of you ah I have had whom I thought
+was my mother and it was not untill I saw in the paper that I was still
+bieng looked for and that my name was Charlie Hose and Mr Hose was still
+alive while my supposed name was Auther Junick that I was determined to
+ascape and so I did. well my son I cant tell you how glad I am to have
+you back again saying you where 1 year old when we missed you If your
+mother had only been here to see you safe at home and Miss Junick in
+Prison and always had you with her she would rejoice, and now hoping _I_
+have pleased I will end my story of the Jealous governess or the granted
+wish.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Transcriber's Notes:
+
+The oe-ligature is denoted in the text by brackets.
+
+Page 60, "is" changed to "it" (What is it dearest)
+
+Page 164, "He,en" changed to "Helen" (12-30 Helen)
+
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+<div class='tnote'><b>Transcriber's Note:</b> This book was written by a young girl. There are many spelling and
+punctuation errors that have all been retained with the rare exception
+of clear printer's error such as He,en on page 164. These three
+corrections are listed at the end of the text. For each story, the title
+was written on a separate page and then repeated on the next page. The
+second of these was omitted to avoid redundancy for the reader. The
+remaining text is intact, for example, on page 335, the chapter MR. HOSE
+MAKES ENQUIRIES starts with a small letter, most dialogue has no
+punctuation at the end and is often missing at least one quotation mark.
+Missing letters in the original are denoted by asterisks in the text.</div>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 297px;"><br />
+<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="297" height="500" alt="Cover" title="Cover" />
+</div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[i]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/flyleaves.png" width="600" height="411" alt="Inside Cover" title="Inside Cover" />
+</div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[iii]</a></span></p>
+<h1><span class="u">DAISY ASHFORD: HER BOOK</span></h1>
+
+
+
+<div class='bbox'>
+<h1>DAISY ASHFORD:<br />
+HER BOOK</h1>
+
+
+<div class='center'>A COLLECTION OF THE REMAINING NOVELS<br />
+BY THE AUTHOR OF<br />
+
+<big>"THE YOUNG VISITERS,"</big><br />
+
+TOGETHER WITH "THE JEALOUS GOVERNES"<br />
+
+BY ANGELA ASHFORD<br />
+<br /><br />
+WITH A PREFACE BY<br />
+
+<big>IRVIN S. COBB</big><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Publishing information">
+<tr><td align='right' valign='bottom'>NEW</td><td align='center'><img src="images/emblem.png" width="75" height="76" alt="Emblem" title="Emblem" /></td><td align='left' valign='bottom'>YORK</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center' colspan='3'>GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY</td></tr>
+</table></div>
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[iv]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class='center'>
+<i><small>Copyright, 1920</small>,<br />
+<small>By George H. Doran Company</small></i><br />
+<br />
+<i><small>Printed in the United States of America</small></i><br /></div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[v]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>PREFACE</h2>
+
+<h3><span class="smcap">By Irvin S. Cobb</span></h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> r&ocirc;le of discoverer is pleasing, nearly
+always, and more especially in its reactions
+is it pleasing. The actual performance of discovery
+may be fraught with hardships and
+with inconveniences and even with perils; as
+witness Christopher Columbus making his
+first voyage over this way in a walloping window-blind
+of a tub of a ship and his last one
+back with chains at his wrists and ankles; as
+witness Hendrick Hudson; as witness Dr.
+Harvey's unfortunate position in the eye of
+constituted authority after he had discovered
+the circulation of the blood; as witness the
+lamentable consequences to whoever it was
+who, probably by the process of eating a mess
+of miscellaneous wild fungoids, disclosed to a
+bereaved family and a benefited world the
+important fact that certain mushrooms
+were nourishing and certain toadstools were
+fatal.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[vi]</a></span></div>
+
+<p>To your true discoverer the compensations
+of his trade come when he points with pride
+to the continent or the great natural fact or
+the new author he discovered and cries
+aloud before all creation: "See what I have
+found!"</p>
+
+<p>So, aside from the compliment and the
+honor of it, I feel added gratification and
+added pleasure that I should be invited to
+write a foreword for the first American
+edition of Miss Daisy Ashford's second book.
+You see, I claim the distinction of having been
+the first person in America other than its
+publisher and my friend Mr. George H. Doran
+to read the manuscript of that immortal work
+"The Young Visiters." If I did not actually
+discover Miss Ashford, at the age of nine when
+she wrote "The Young Visiters"&mdash;for indeed
+no one appears to have discovered her then
+excepting perhaps her parents&mdash;at least I had
+a hand in discovering her on this side of the
+Atlantic ocean at a time when mention of
+her name, which now is so famous a name,
+meant nothing to the casual hearer.</p>
+
+<p>After the lapse of nearly a year the event
+stands in my memory as marking one of those
+hours of pure and perfect joy which come but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[vii]</a></span>
+too rarely to human beings. At the request of
+Mr. Doran I read the manuscript which he
+had just brought with him from Europe. I
+read the story itself first and afterwards the
+preface, or foreword. This, I think, was as
+it should be. By rights a preface however
+sprightly and well done&mdash;and a preface by
+Sir James Barrie would have to be well done&mdash;should
+be served with a book as cheese is
+served with a dinner: at its finish and not at
+the beginning.</p>
+
+<p>When I had read the story through to the
+last delicious sentence of the last delectable
+paragraph and when I had caught up with my
+breath which I had lost by laughing or rather
+when my breath had caught up with me, I
+sapiently said to him:</p>
+
+<p>"Publish it? Of course you ought to publish
+it. Aside from such sordid considerations
+as the profits which are certain to accrue you
+owe it to yourself as a responsible member of
+the human race to give this glorious thing
+circulation among the reading public of North
+America. If I were you I'd print thirty thousand
+copies in the first batch before I released
+any copies among the reviewers or sent any
+copies as samples to the trade. And after<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[viii]</a></span>
+that I'd keep the presses running steadily in
+the hope of being able to keep up with the demand
+which is sure to follow on the heels of
+publication. This is almost the funniest book
+that was ever written and it is all the funnier
+because the writer was so desperately in earnest,
+so tremendously serious all the while she
+was writing it."</p>
+
+<p>"It has made a big hit in England already,"
+he said. "But over there some people are saying
+that the author must have been a grown-up
+person&mdash;that no child of nine could have
+written such a thing. The suggestion is even
+being advanced that Barrie himself wrote it.
+I know better, because I have seen the original
+script in a child's handwriting on old and
+faded paper, and I met Miss Ashford some
+weeks ago in London and I have had all the
+proof one needs that this is the authentic
+product of a nine-year-old mind."</p>
+
+<p>To which I said:</p>
+
+<p>"No doubt some people will be saying the
+same thing over here and they'll be wrong just
+as these English skeptics are and if they'll
+only stop to think for a moment they'll know
+why they're wrong. No grown person, not
+even the creator of a Wendy and a Peter Pan,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[ix]</a></span>
+could have done this thing. It exhales the perfume
+of an authoritative genuineness in every
+line of it. It had to be a child who wrote it&mdash;a
+child with a child's imagination and a child's
+viewpoint and a child's ignorance of the things
+she wrote about. In a way of speaking it is
+like those unintentionally humorous obituary
+poems which appear in the papers. No professional
+humorist can hope to equal them because
+when he writes one he does it with
+deliberate intent to be funny and invariably he
+betrays his hand. It is when some poor mourning
+amateur dips a 'prentice pen in the very
+blood of his or her heart and writes such a
+poem that it becomes so pathetically and so
+tragically side-splitting."</p>
+
+<p>This was what I said. Not in these words
+exactly, but to this effect.</p>
+
+<p>Mind you, I am not proclaiming that I am
+the only person who has said this. Between
+chuckles thousands and thousands of others
+since that day have thought and have said it.
+What I am proud of is that I was the first person
+in America to say it, and so to this extent
+I count myself a discoverer and I feel a sort
+of proprietary sense in being permitted here
+to introduce "Daisy Ashford: Her Book." I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[x]</a></span>
+am mindful of the distinction because of the
+reason I have just stated and because also in
+a way of speaking it qualifies me for some sort
+of literary kinship with Sir James M. Barrie.</p>
+
+<p>Even so I do not aspire to the presumptuous
+hope that any one may say "Well, I see this
+man Cobb is doing for Miss Ashford's second
+book what Barrie did for her first one." I
+have no such ambition. A minnow always errs
+when he undertakes to swim in the company
+of a whale. If he tries to swim alongside he
+is unnoticed; if he swims in the wake he is
+swamped. He makes other minnows jealous
+or contemptuous as the case may be, and he is
+properly ignored by the whale.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Ashford's own preface, accompanying
+this volume, gives the chronological sequences
+of its contents. The first story of all, "A
+Short Story of Love and Marriage," she wrote
+when she was eight years old. "The True
+History of Leslie Woodcock" was written
+three years later, after "The Young Visiters"
+had been written. "Where Love Lies Deepest"
+trickled from the busy pen of the young
+person when she was twelve years old; and
+"The Hangman's Daughter," the most pretentious
+of them all and to my way of thinking<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[xi]</a></span>
+the best of her preserved works next only
+to "The Young Visiters," was undertaken
+when she was about thirteen, she says, and
+finished in the following year. Also included
+in this book is a story by Miss Ashford's
+sister Angela, done at the age of eight and entitled
+"The Jealous Governes; <i>or</i> The Granted
+Wish." In this we learn the real facts regarding
+the coming of babies. Babies are not
+fetched by storks. Medical men bring them in
+boxes and afterward render bills for the same,
+as note the following: (page 330) "Miss
+Junick Dr. to doctor Paulin for one baby delivered
+as per agreement &pound;1," a low enough
+price truly. If a child of eight (who in point
+of years is so very much closer to being a baby
+than most of the writers on the subject are)
+cannot be trusted to recall the circumstances
+of this mystery, who can? We can only regret
+that a second sister, Vera, the artist of this
+talented nursery, did not save her one contribution
+to the literary output of the Ashford
+family. It was entitled "Little Mary and The
+Angle." <i>Angle</i> did not refer to a worm but
+to a visitor from a celestial domain; we have
+the word of Miss Daisy Ashford for it that
+this story was of a pious character. What a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[xii]</a></span>
+wonderful household the Ashford household
+must have been with Daisy and Angela
+writing romances and Vera illustrating them
+and between times doing a bit of writing herself.
+Can't you see the pencils flying? Can't
+you see three little pink tongues sticking out
+from between three pairs of purposeful lips
+and wriggling in time to the pencils? Can't
+you see the small brows furrowed with
+thought? And the proud parents? And the
+startled nursemaid?</p>
+
+<p>To my mind the very finest thing about Miss
+Daisy Ashford's present book is the opportunity
+it gives us, reading it, to follow the
+growth of her genius for observation. For
+surely the faculty to observe and, having observed,
+to set down in words the results of
+that observation is a genius. It is more than
+that, it is two phases of genius harmoniously
+coupled.</p>
+
+<p>At the age of eight, as we shall note, she
+begins her career as a writer by knowing very
+little of certain phases of life largely dealt
+with by older writers; and this little she
+knows by reason of what she has read or by
+reason of what she has heard read. Rapidly,
+though, she progresses to the point where,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[xiii]</a></span>
+along with these borrowed second-hand impressions,
+she incorporates impressions which
+are all her own. Reading what she wrote in
+the first year of her authorship, we can figure,
+approximately, when she learned her first
+French word; when to her there came those
+vague appreciations of the Roman Catholic
+faith which are so fascinating to the children
+of non-Catholics&mdash;or perhaps the Ashford
+family were Romanists. Influenced by these
+alluring ecclesiastical mysteries, we find her
+causing a prospective bridegroom to address
+the Rev. Father Fanty as "your kindness"
+and begging the reverend gentleman "to excuse
+my craving for matrimony." Through
+these pages one sees how travel broadened the
+young person's fund of experience, which in
+her favored case meant her fund of material,
+for unlike many writers, old enough to know
+better, little Miss Ashford was, by the virtue
+of a miraculous intuition, inspired to write,
+sometimes at least, of things that she actually
+knew about, rather than to deal exclusively
+with topics which other writers before her
+had professed to know about. Early in her
+opening story she speaks of "Cracknels."
+Reading this word, my memory ran back to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xiv" id="Page_xiv">[xiv]</a></span>
+my own childhood when we knew but three
+standard varieties of crackers&mdash;soda-crackers,
+animal crackers and cracknels which last were
+round, slickish objects rather like glazed oak-galls,
+somewhat dusty to the taste and warranted
+to create a tremendous thirst for
+licorice water and lemonade. I had entirely
+forgotten cracknels until Miss Ashford came
+along yesterday and reminded me of them.</p>
+
+<p>In "A Short History of Love and Marriage"&mdash;and
+how woefully short sometimes is the
+history of a love and how short too, perhaps,
+the history of a marriage!&mdash;she shows to us
+that for all its admitted shortness the narrative
+is properly rounded out. For on page 24
+we learn that the happy couple went on a
+bridal tour to India and "seven hours after
+they got there had two twin babies." Seven
+hours and two twin babies, a magnificent
+showing surely and the prevalent rage for
+shortness maintained to the very end! Page
+24 is one of the very best pages in this book,
+containing, as it also does, a painstaking
+description of perhaps the most striking and
+interesting marriage-morn costume worn by
+any bridegroom in the Christian era.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xv" id="Page_xv">[xv]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>It is not my intention to quote over-liberally
+from the contents of this volume. To
+my way of thinking the trick of inserting
+copious extracts from a novel into the foreword
+of that novel is as great a mistake as
+though I invited you to my house for dinner
+and before dinner gave you tidbits and choice
+bites from each course. I should merely be
+dulling your appetite, without satisfying your
+hunger.</p>
+
+<p>My aim is to direct your attention, if I may
+make so bold, to certain pages, specifying them
+by their numbers and trusting that when you
+have progressed so far you will, in the reading
+of them, find the same joy and the same zest
+that I have found there. For example, on
+page 46 I respectfully invite your consideration
+to the pains taken in enumerating the
+various articles of one Sylvia's running-away
+or elopement trousseau. There was a thorough
+young woman for you, and a provident.</p>
+
+<p>On page 87 occurs mention of two sisters
+and here, despite my promise of two paragraphs
+ago, I cannot resist the temptation to
+quote one short but tremendously illuminating
+line. The author is speaking now of two sisters<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xvi" id="Page_xvi">[xvi]</a></span>
+and of the elder she says, she "was by no
+means beautiful but she was intensely good."
+How often it happens that those who are by no
+means beautiful are intensely good&mdash;how often
+and sometimes oh, how easy for them to be so
+good. But most of us, even those who educate
+our faculties of observation the better to
+earn a living thereby, are very much older
+than eleven years before we discern this great
+truth.</p>
+
+<p>I think the brightest gems of all this collection
+are to be found, in the greatest profusion,
+in "The Hangman's Daughter." The
+ill-fated gentleman hangman, Mr. Winston,
+who moved to Kenelham "where only about
+two people were hung a year" is in my opinion
+worthy to be rated with the deathless and
+ever-to-be glorious Mr. Salteena. Miss Ashford
+says she was shocked when her brothers
+on hearing the trial scene read (pages 150,
+151, 152) laughed at what she had conceived
+to be a tragic and dramatic passage in the
+action of her tale. Later, no doubt, she has
+come to realize how dangerous a thing it is for
+one to acquire, either intentfully or otherwise,
+the reputation of being a humorist; for when
+he who has been branded as a humorist says a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xvii" id="Page_xvii">[xvii]</a></span>
+thing with desire to be serious his friends
+laugh at it as a most rare whimsicality and
+when, on the other hand, he deliberately sets
+out to be humorous, his enemies very likely
+will declare that never before in all his life
+was he quite so serious. And had her brothers
+been older, had they been of an age to appreciate
+the unconscious comedy that marked
+the Dreyfus trial, say, or had they ever had
+opportunity to hear the proceedings in sundry
+murder trials in America, when learned counsel
+was asking questions and learned alienists
+were making answers, they would have been
+able to appreciate the fact that no burlesque
+description of a murder trial can ever be quite
+so utterly comic as a real murder trial sometimes
+is.</p>
+
+<p>A flashing jewel of dramatic intensity
+awaits you (pages 229 to 234 inclusive) when
+you come to read of the rescue of Gladys and
+Helen from the grasp of the murderer of
+Helen's own dear father and of the method
+employed by Gladys' heroic brother for detaining
+the miscreant Likewise, I pray you,
+reader dear, that you linger on page 257
+wherein the "menu of the table d'hote" which
+was "of nightly recurrence" at Lord Beaufort's<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xviii" id="Page_xviii">[xviii]</a></span>
+castle, is printed in full. In my mind's
+eye I see little Miss Daisy Ashford, twelve
+years old going on thirteen, carefully bearing
+away with her the card of the first meal she
+ever ate in a regular restaurant and taking it
+home and treasuring it up against the time
+when she might insert it into her greatest
+story, then in process of incubation, at exactly
+the appointed spot to create the most telling
+effect, under the most appropriate possible
+circumstances. Could a proper respect and a
+proper instinct for local color rise to greater
+heights? I deny it. So too will you deny it
+when you arrive at page 258 and read the
+words emphasized by being displayed in
+capitals that are on that page at the end of
+the menu.</p>
+
+<p>Personally I do not think that as a whole
+this book is equal to "The Young Visiters."
+Only once in a decade or so is it vouchsafed
+the writing craft that one among us shall
+create a masterpiece, destined in time to become
+a classic and a thing immortal. Only
+once in an eon or so is it vouchsafed a writer
+to write a masterpiece at the age of nine years.
+Very few among us ever produce a second perfect
+work on top of a first one. But this I will<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xix" id="Page_xix">[xix]</a></span>
+say&mdash;every line in this book is worthy to have
+been written by the same hand that wrote
+"The Young Visiters" and that, I think, is
+praise enough for any writer.</p>
+
+<p>
+<i>New York, April, 1920.</i><br /></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxi" id="Page_xxi">[xxi]</a></span></p>
+<h2>AUTHOR'S FOREWORD</h2>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> publication of these stories gives me an
+opportunity of expressing my thanks for the
+very cordial reception which was given to
+"The Young Visiters." I only hope that
+those who have been amused at the adventures
+of Ethel and Mr. Salteena will not be disappointed
+in those of Helen Winston, Leslie
+Woodcock, and the others whose histories
+now appear.</div>
+
+<p>"A Short Story of Love and Marriage," I
+wrote at eight years old. It was dictated to my
+father, who took it down faithfully word for
+word. My very first story, "Mr. Chapmer's
+Bride," which was also dictated, is among
+those that have been lost. "The True History
+of Leslie Woodcock" was a later production,
+and was written at about the age of
+eleven as a surprise for my mother on her
+birthday&mdash;it was originally entitled "The
+Q. I. B." (our family word for a secret)&mdash;but
+after the secret was out I changed the title.
+"Where Love Lies Deepest" was written<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxii" id="Page_xxii">[xxii]</a></span>
+when I was twelve, and dedicated to our governess
+of whom I was very fond.</p>
+
+<p>"The Hangman's Daughter," started at the
+age of about thirteen and finished the following
+year, I always consider the greatest literary
+achievement of my youth, for the reason
+that I put so much more effort into it than
+any of the others. By this time I had really
+determined to become an authoress (an ambition
+which entirely left me after my school
+days), and I put solid work into "The Hangman's
+Daughter" and really tried to write
+well. I shall never forget my feeling of shock
+when I read it aloud to my brothers and they
+laughed at the trial scene! A great friend of
+mine whose Christian name was Helen, was
+the heroine (Helen Winston) of this story.
+She was really a little younger than I was,
+but was far more "grown-up" in every way,
+a fact of which I was secretly rather "jellus,"
+and it did not require much imagination on
+my part to picture what she would be at
+nineteen. I told her she was to be the heroine
+of my new novel, which I truly thought would
+thrill <i>anyone</i>, and I must say she was as excited
+as I could have wished. She will be
+amused now when she reads this book!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxiii" id="Page_xxiii">[xxiii]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>My sister Angela's story, which she wrote
+at the age of eight, will certainly be voted the
+most amusing of this collection. It was the
+first she ever wrote, and it was followed by
+"Treacherous Mr. Campbell"&mdash;another lost
+manuscript. A great deal of "The Jealous
+Governes" she wrote herself, as will be noticed
+by the spelling. Other portions were dictated
+to my father and mother, and I think the nurse
+had a hand at it too.</p>
+
+<p>My second sister, Vera, was the artist of the
+nursery, and drew a wonderful poster to the
+only play I ever wrote, "A Woman's Crime."
+She wrote one story, however. It was of a
+pious nature, profusely illustrated, and entitled
+"Little Mary and the Angle."</p>
+
+<p>Since the publication of "The Young Visiters,"
+I have often been asked if I don't myself
+think it funny. When I first discovered it&mdash;not
+having seen it since it was written&mdash;I certainly
+did. That is one of the most curious
+things about it&mdash;to be able to laugh at what
+one wrote in such solemn seriousness&mdash;and
+that is why I can never feel all the nice things
+that have been said about "The Young Visiters,"
+are really due to me at all, but to a
+Daisy Ashford of so long ago that she seems<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxiv" id="Page_xxiv">[xxiv]</a></span>
+almost another person. It has all been like
+a fairy tale, from the accidental finding of
+the original note book to the day when, at her
+request, I left a copy with my friend Miss
+Margaret Mackenzie, for it is to her I really
+owe the publication of the book. She showed
+it to Mr. Frank Swinnerton, and thus I was
+lucky enough to have it brought to the notice
+of my present publishers in England and
+America.</p>
+
+<p>But the real success of the book I owe to
+the great kindness of Sir James Barrie in writing
+such a wonderful preface, and I am glad
+to have this opportunity of thanking him publicly.
+His name gave "The Young Visiters"
+a send-off and a reading which it could not
+have gained on its own account and of this
+fact I am most deeply appreciative.</p>
+
+<div class='sig'>
+DAISY ASHFORD.<br />
+</div>
+<p><i>March, 1920.</i><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xxv" id="Page_xxv">[xxv]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CONTENTS</h2>
+
+
+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents">
+<tr><td align='left'>&nbsp;</td><td align='right'><small>PAGE</small></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Preface by Irvin S. Cobb</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_v">v</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><br /><span class="smcap">By</span> DAISY ASHFORD</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Author's Foreword</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_xxi">xxi</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Short Story of Love and Marriage</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The True History of Leslie Woodcock</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Where Love Lies Deepest</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Hangman's Daughter</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><br /><span class="smcap">By</span> ANGELA ASHFORD</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Jealous Governes, or the Granted Wish</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_303">303</a></td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p>
+<h2>A SHORT STORY OF LOVE<br />
+AND MARRIAGE</h2>
+
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 1</h2>
+
+<h3>LOVE</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> house in which Mr. and Mrs. Molvern
+lived was one of the usual kind, with its red
+painted door and small garden looking out on
+a very dreamy park. The bed-room windows
+which all looked out on the front, had half
+dirty white curtains in them, above which
+could be seen dark red silk sashes of the same
+dirtiness.</div>
+
+<p>Mr. Molvern was a red haired quick tempered
+gentleman, with very small grey eyes
+and a clever looking pink face. He would always
+wear brown suits, but as everybody said
+he looked much better in black. Mrs. Molvern
+was quite on the contrary. She had indeed
+a quiet temper, with a pale delicate looking
+face with large brown eyes that looked
+at people with great interest, and her fair hair<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span>
+glistened in the sun. She usually wore half
+dirty white dresses, and in going out she wore
+a dark blue velvet jacket with black fur and
+a brown hat with red poppies. She never
+wore gloves except on Sundays and then she
+wore yellow cotton ones.</p>
+
+<p>At the present time they had a young gentleman
+staying with them, who lived in the
+neighbourhood. He was sitting in his room
+waiting for the town clock to strike four,
+because when it did he had to go out and
+meet his truelove, whose name was Edith
+Plush. His own name was Thomas Henrick,
+but he was known as Burke in that family.
+At last hearing the hour strike, he snatched
+up a felt hat, and putting it on his greasy
+head started off to meet his truelove.</p>
+
+<p>When he reached Mionge Lane he met his
+pretty truelove skipping along most lady-like
+and primly. She was dressed in a light blue
+dress with a white sash tied at the side in
+two knots. Her long fair hair hung down her
+back tied with a pink ribbon, and her fringe
+was fluttering in the breeze. Behind her
+fringe she wore a wreath of green ivy. In
+one hand she carried a leghorn hat with red
+and blue ribbon, and in the other a silken<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span>
+bag filled with a threepenny bit and two biscuits,
+and her age was nineteen.</p>
+
+<p>"Well my pretty bird," she said as she approached
+Burke, "I hope you will like to
+'manger' a biscuit with me," (I may add that
+she was fond of French).</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you Edith," he said, "I will have
+one if it is a cracknell."</p>
+
+<p>Then Edith burst into a fit of tears and
+howled out, "Oh but they are Osbornes."</p>
+
+<p>"Well to dry up those moist tears, I will
+eat one," said Burke.</p>
+
+<p>"You dear!" said Edith like sunshine after
+rain, for the smiles had come on her face,
+as she opened her silken bag and popped one
+into his blistered hand. After this Burk and
+Edith walked along down the lane, which I
+forgot to say was shaded by trees all along.</p>
+
+<p>"Burke," said Edith after a long pause,
+"you have talked often enough and said we
+shall be married one day, but when it is going
+to come off I am sure I don't know."</p>
+
+<p>"Well my dear Edith you must recollect I
+am not a good dancer and have no nice suits,
+and you must recollect my people are not in
+this neighbourhood and I can't write marriage
+letters, and to begin with I don't think my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span>
+people would like me to be married just yet as
+I am not quite twenty nine."</p>
+
+<p>"Well it is silly of you," said Edith, "after
+having talked to me so often about it, and
+bothered to come into my house, and sat on
+the drawing room sofa to make arrangements,
+and now you seem not to care for it a bit,
+just because your people are not in the neighbourhood;
+and besides I was getting quite
+excited about it!"</p>
+
+<p>"If you had only a little more reason in
+you," said Burke, "you might take it all in
+and understand a bit, but you are such a great
+stupid, so I must leave it alone and wait till
+I get a chance to speak to Mrs. Molvern about
+it&mdash;she has got a bit of sense in her if you
+haven't," and his revengeful face made poor
+little Edith shudder. Indeed she was now too
+frightened to answer, and she kept on trying
+to go home every time she got a chance,
+but Burke's quick eye caught her every time.</p>
+
+<p>Edith walked on slowly in front thinking
+what was the best way to cheer Burke out of
+his most moodful mind. At last she hit on
+a plan. "Burke," she said "I have painted
+such a pretty little tray, it will just hold a
+cup of tea and a plate of toast and the paint<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span>
+is quite dry now, if you will come in and have
+a cup of tea with me to-day, I will gladly show
+it to you."</p>
+
+<p>This short but cheerful conversation of
+Edith's, made Burke quite forget their quarrel,
+and he turned round and said, "I will
+willingly come Edith, I know your good painting,&mdash;hark,
+there is four o'clock striking now."</p>
+
+<p>"So it is," said Edith pulling her hat more
+over her fringe.</p>
+
+<p>Burke and Edith walked down the quiet
+little village in which both their houses stood.
+At last they arrived at Edith's house which
+was much prettier than Mrs. Molvern's.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't you think," said Burke as he advanced
+to it with firm stride, "that you had
+better ring the bell, as you have a visitor with
+you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, no," said Edith "my mother would be
+sure to say if she knew it was I, that I was
+never to ring again, giving all that trouble
+to the servants; it isn't as if you were alone."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well," said Burke, "I only thought
+perhaps it was best."</p>
+
+<p>Edith smiled at him as she went up the
+front door steps. She led him into her pretty<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span>
+little bed-room to take off his things while
+she took off hers.</p>
+
+<p>"How very comfortable all looks" said
+Burke, "I feel quite inclined to write a note
+at that pretty little table there."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh indeed but you shan't," said Edith just
+beginning her snappy temper, but Burke forgot
+to reply to her.</p>
+
+<p>They then went down and had some tea and
+Burke much admired the pretty tray of
+Edith's. They had for tea some cold ham (the
+remainder of the luncheon) some toasted buns,
+a sago pudding, a dried bloater and a couple
+of shrimps.</p>
+
+<p>After this Edith threatened to hate Burke
+if he would not arrange about the marriage.</p>
+
+<p>"Look here, I wish you would talk of something
+else," said Burke, "I have a good mind
+not to marry you at all."</p>
+
+<p>But at this Edith clung so wretchedly to his
+knees that he had to say, "well, to-morrow
+morning."</p>
+
+<p>So that next morning Burke walked along
+down the village trying to make out where
+his own dear Edith could be.</p>
+
+<p>Just as he was thinking of going up to her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span>
+house he saw Norah Mackie and Evelyn
+Slattery coming along together.</p>
+
+<p>"Your friend," they said chaffingly, "is
+picking some old geraniums in the front garden."</p>
+
+<p>Burke stared at them straight and putting
+out his tongue once or twice, walked on to
+find his darling pet.</p>
+
+<p>"I wish my sister Mary was here," echoed
+Evelyn, "she would soon strike out at you."
+And they walked on grumbling at his impudence.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 2</h2>
+
+<h3>MARRIAGE</h3>
+
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">Well</span> pretty dear," said Burke as he approached
+Edith's garden.</p>
+
+<p>"Angel! I have been waiting for you to
+come and talk about the wedding."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes I am perfectly settled," said Burke,
+and he began: "I have written to my people
+and they have written back to say yes I may
+marry you, and kind Mrs. Molvern is having
+such a nice wedding suit made for me, and I
+think we will be prepared to receive the Sacrament
+of Matrimony next Thursday."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Thank you so much," said Edith "suppose
+we talk about it now here on this sunny
+bench."</p>
+
+<p>Burke lifted up his coat tails and squatted
+himself down. "The first thing to find out
+about," he said, "is about asking Father Fanty
+to marry us."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, now I have hit upon a plan this very
+minute," said Edith, "you will write a letter
+to him. I have got a rather crumpled bit of
+paper in my pocket, and as most men have got
+a pen in their pockets most likely you have
+got one."</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed I have," said Burke, "and a threepenny
+blotter too."</p>
+
+<p>As for ink, Edith had a halfpenny bottle
+in her pocket. So Burke began like this:</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>"<span class="smcap">Dear Rev. Father Fanty</span>,</p>
+
+<p>I hope your kindness does not mind
+marrying us Miss Edith Plush and myself.
+We are both capable of receiving the Sacrament
+of Matrimony on Thursday next if quite
+convenient to you. Hoping you will excuse
+my craving for Matrimony,</p>
+
+<div class='sig'>
+<span style="margin-right: 4em;">Your sincerely,</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">Thomas Henrick.</span>"<br />
+</div></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Burke told Edith's maid to run to the Presbytery
+with the letter and wait for an answer.
+About a quarter of an hour afterwards this
+exquisite and most graceful letter came from
+Father Fanty.</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>"<span class="smcap">Most dear T. Henrick</span>,</p>
+
+<p>On Thursday I am free from all engagement
+and am most willing to marry you, and
+give a charming wedding breakfast in my
+lovely harmonium room. So with my best
+congratulations on your coming marriage,</p>
+
+<div class='sig'>
+<span style="margin-right: 8em;">I am,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-right: 4em;">Your affectionate priest,</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">Father Fanty.</span>"<br />
+</div></div>
+
+<p>So on the following Thursday Burke and
+Edith were dressed as I shall mention now.
+The timid darling lady had on a most lovely
+sky blue coloured dress with a high bustle,
+and it was blossomed over with sham daisies
+tied on with green ribbon. On her head she
+wore a wreath of yellow roses, and her white
+veil reached down to the top of her stays.
+White kid gloves, and as the sleeves of her
+dress were rather short, her red beef coloured
+hands showed between. She had pretty white<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span>
+velvet boots with grass green buttons, and
+washed out red stockings. In her hand she
+held a bunch of green ivy.</p>
+
+<p>The strong and bold bridegroom wore a red
+swallow tailed coat, with a green silk sash tied
+in front. He had black knickerbockers and
+white woollen socks, and black dressing slippers,
+and he carried a bowler in his hand.</p>
+
+<p>When they arrived at the church the marriage
+was splendid, but the bare legs of Burke
+were not much appreciated.</p>
+
+<p>For the wedding breakfast they had several
+cups of Bouillon Fleet, and eight of Bovril.
+They had six Vanilla cream puddings and
+strawberry ices by the score; but they kept
+the blinds drawn down in case vulgar little
+boys should loom in and say "give us a slice,"
+while the leg of pork was being cut.</p>
+
+<p>For their honeymoon, they went to the south
+of India, and seven hours after they got there
+they had two twin babies, a boy and a girl
+which they called Abraham and Sarah, because
+they were fond of those holy saints.</p>
+
+<p>So we will say goodbye to this two chaptered
+story.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE TRUE HISTORY OF<br />
+LESLIE WOODCOCK</h2>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p>
+<div class='center'><b>To<br />
+
+<big>DEAREST MOTHER</big><br />
+
+<small>FROM</small><br />
+
+<big>DAISY ON HER BIRTHDAY</big></b></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span></p>
+
+<h2>CHAPTER 1</h2>
+
+<h3>INTRODUCING THE FAMILY</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'>"<span class="smcap">Sylvia</span> Sylvia" cried a man's voice in the
+hall. "Where is that child?"</div>
+
+<p>"Coming" answered the child for so she was
+always called by her Uncle Richard although
+in years she was close on 19.</p>
+
+<p>And she turned to obey the summons, a deep
+flush mounted to her usually too pale cheeks,
+and lighted up her whole countenance.</p>
+
+<p>Sylvia Monton was little more than a baby
+when her parents were both drowned whilst
+on their way to India where Captain Monton
+was to join his regiment. So little Sylvia was
+left an orphan and her mothers only brother
+Richard Earlsdown came forward to take
+charge of her being a bachelor and possessing
+no children of his own.</p>
+
+<p>At the time our history opens Sylvia was a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span>
+tall thin girl with a fair and saddened face,
+which was only enlivened by the sky blue of
+her eyes&mdash;she had golden hair which she wore
+combed back from her white and noble forehead
+and arranged in heavy waves round her
+small and shapely head&mdash;a small rosebud
+mouth which when wide open displayed 2
+rows of pearly white teeth. Small white hands
+adorned by 3 golden rings and a tiny round
+nose which she daintily touched now and
+again with a lace hankerchief.</p>
+
+<p>It was 3 oclock on a dismal afternoon late
+in February and the place was on the boarders
+of the Sussex downs.</p>
+
+<p>"What a rainy day for our walk Uncle"
+sighed Sylvia as she approached her uncle who
+was still waiting in the hall.</p>
+
+<p>"I wish it were finer my dear" said Mr.
+Earlsdown opening a large unbrella manfully.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Earlsdown was an elderly man between
+50 and 60, he had iron grey hair and a long
+bushy beard to corrospond, sharp grey eyes
+and a would be handsome face but for a stern
+forbidding expression it habitually wore. He
+was broad and stout and had a manfull way
+of carelessly swinging his arms that gave him
+many friends. Not only this but he had a loud<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span>
+hearty voice that he knew how to use with a
+will.</p>
+
+<p>Here Mr. Earlsdown proceeded to turn up
+his trouser tips and offering his large umbrella
+to his niece cried in his hearty voice
+"let us brave the storm."</p>
+
+<p>Just then a gust of wind blew Sylvia's
+dainty toque down a side street. "Oh uncle"
+she gasped dropping the gingham in her dismay
+"do go and fetch it," but ere she uttered
+the words a tall handsome fellow approached
+bearing his head and displaying the lost hat
+in his hand.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh thank you" cried Sylvia a beautiful
+blush mounting her fair cheeks "I am so very
+grateful to you."</p>
+
+<p>"I am afraid it is rather dusty" said the
+newcomer taking out a lovely silk hankerchief
+and preparing to wipe the charming object</p>
+
+<p>"Don't trouble sir" said Mr. Earlsdown and
+taking out a large red kerchief he seized the
+hat in his huge hand and pounded it vigorously.
+"Oh uncle gently" cried Sylvia "you
+will spoil my feathers</p>
+
+<p>"I know what I am about my dear" said
+Mr. Earlsdown "and you sir come and see us<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span>
+to-morrow, my child will be glad of a caller."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh indeed I shall" cried Sylvia blushing.</p>
+
+<p>And Leslie Woodcock, for that was the
+handsome fellows name raised his hat and
+bowed low saying "I shall be delighted my dear
+sir, but might I ask what your address is.</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly my man" exclaimed Mr. Earlsdown
+as with a hearty laugh he produced a
+little card on which was written</p>
+
+<div class='sig'>
+<span style="margin-right: 4em;"><span class="smcap">R. Earlsdown Esq</span>,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-right: 2em;">Yellowflower Hall</span><br />
+Mayfield Sussex<br />
+</div>
+
+<p>Leslie bowed once more and taking the
+card moved gently away. What took place
+after this will be reserved for our next chapter.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 2</h2>
+
+<h3>LESLIE WOODCOCK</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> hero of my story I will now describe.</div>
+
+<p>Leslie Woodcock was about 6 feet in his
+stockings and fine and well built. He had
+very dark brown hair neatly parted at one
+side, a curly moustache of the same shade and
+deep brown eyes always half shut. He had a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span>
+large straight nose and mouth to correspond
+and white well shaped hands and feet, that
+set off this good looking young man.</p>
+
+<p>It was about half past 3 oclock on the following
+afternoon when Leslie Woodcock
+dressed in a light grey suit and crimson tie,
+black felt bowler and fur lined overcoat,
+started for Yellowflower Hall.</p>
+
+<p>Sylvia who had been expecting him all the
+morning was pleased to hear the front door
+bell ring, and hurried to the window to wave
+her hand, as she knew it <i>must</i> be the good looking
+stranger.</p>
+
+<p>Just then the drawing room door was flung
+open and the butler announced Mr. Woodcock
+"Oh good afternoon" said Sylvia rushing from
+the window to greet the visitor "how good of
+you to come in all this pouring rain."</p>
+
+<p>"It was a bad day to come, but I was true
+to my word" answered our hero warmly shaking
+hands.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes indeed how wet you must be" said
+Sylvia and then turning to the butler she
+added "Johnson inform Mr. Earlsdown that
+Mr. Woodcock is here."</p>
+
+<p>In about 3 minutes a heavy step was heard<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span>
+and Mr. Earlsdown came bounding into the
+room laughing loudly.</p>
+
+<p>"How do Mr. Woodcock" he gasped between
+his peals of laughter "I didn't at all expect
+you, in fact I forgot all about you" and here
+he sank into a chair and offered a snuff box
+to his friend.</p>
+
+<p>"Thanks" said Leslie streching out his long
+thin fingers and taking a small pinch which he
+silently dropped on the floor as being so young
+he was afraid it would make him sick.</p>
+
+<p>"You'll stop to tea wont you?" asked Sylvia
+arranging the folds of her green silk dress.</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you I will if it is no trouble" said
+Leslie and a smile passed over his thin lips.</p>
+
+<p>In a few moments Johnson and another footman
+brought in tea from the conservatory on
+a silver tray.</p>
+
+<p>"Now Mr. Woodcock please to help yourself"
+said Mr. Earlsdown offering him three
+or four plates of sugar and other cakes. Leslie
+took a small jam wafer and proceeded to nibble
+it quietly. "How far did you come?" asked
+the girl as she was busy pouring out tea.</p>
+
+<p>"Not very far" responded Leslie lifting his
+full brown eyes to her face. "I live in Astma
+House upon the high road.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Oh I see" replied Sylvia with a nod of her
+fair head, "you have sisters and brothers then?
+for I have seen them coming in and out."</p>
+
+<p>"I have two sisters and a cousin" replied
+Leslie.</p>
+
+<p>"<i>Oh</i> what are their names? asked Sylvia
+who had a very curious nature.</p>
+
+<p>"My sisters are Violet and Hilda and my
+cousin is Albert Morris."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh what sweet names" cried the girl "I
+wish you would bring them here some day."</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps I will" said Leslie "but Albert
+does not care for calling he is a very quiet
+fellow.</p>
+
+<p>"I am sure I should like him. I love boys"
+said Sylvia.</p>
+
+<p>Here Leslie thought he had better be going
+so taking his hat and gloves he shook hands
+after first promising to bring his family the
+next time he came.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 3</h2>
+
+<h3>THE BALL</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">About</span> 3 months after the events recorded in
+our last chapter Mr. Woodcock decided to give<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span>
+a ball in honour of his daughter Violets coming
+of age. So he sent out about 20 invitations
+and Leslie made quite sure that Sylvia was
+amongst the list of invited people.</div>
+
+<p>At last the happy day arrived and as the
+carriages drew up in front of Astma House
+Leslie's form might be seen standing on the
+door step looking out for when Sylvia would
+arrive. At last she came and Leslie offered
+his hand to help her up the steps.</p>
+
+<p>Sylvia was attired in costly white satin with
+an edging of beaver round the skirt. The body
+was trimmed with real Venetian Point. Upon
+her hands she wore pink kid gloves and in her
+hair a pink may blossom. Her small well
+formed feet were clad in white high heeled
+shoes and silk stockings.</p>
+
+<p>"I am afraid I am late Leslie" she said as
+she entered the hall "but I had such a bother
+to fix my hair, my maid was out you see" she
+added blushing</p>
+
+<p>"Oh never mind" said Leslie taking Sylvia's
+cloak and hanging it up "let us come into the
+drawing room and join in this walse.</p>
+
+<p>Sylvia's programme was soon filled and she
+danced till she was tired and at last while resting
+in an arm chair she was not sorry to see<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span>
+Hilda Woodcock approaching her with a
+strawberry ice.</p>
+
+<p>"Leslie is going to bring you some jelly or
+cream pudding in a minute" she said handing
+Sylvia the tray.</p>
+
+<p>In an instant Leslie came up to her and
+handing her a jelly retired quickly saying he
+would be back soon.</p>
+
+<p>At that moment Sylvia felt a touch on her
+arm and looking round found herself face to
+face with Albert Morris, a short red haired
+young man about 22.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh what is it?" cried Sylvia jumping up
+from her seat.</p>
+
+<p>"Nothing much" replied Albert quietly
+"only as you are disingaged will you have a
+valse with me."</p>
+
+<p>"I really can't" answered Sylvia hotly "I
+<i>am</i> so tired. I have been dancing all the evening."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well" said Albert and he went away
+and Sylvia turning round saw Leslie sitting
+beside a young lady gently fanning her and
+talking to her.</p>
+
+<p>An angry flush mounted to her fair cheeks
+and for a moment she could barely keep her
+temper, then without a minutes hesitation she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span>
+walked boldly towards Leslie and his friend.
+Leslie jumped up when he saw her approach
+"I was just coming to look for you Sylvia"
+he said and getting up he followed her to the
+end of the room.</p>
+
+<p>"Who was that person I saw you talking to
+so lovingly?" asked Sylvia.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh that was Isobel May Saunders, a great
+friend of mine" replied Leslie with a short
+laugh.</p>
+
+<p>"So I should think a <i>great</i> friend" answered
+Sylvia angrily "and by the way you were talking
+to her I should think you were engaged
+to her."</p>
+
+<p>"Look here Sylvia don't be angry" said Leslie
+slowly "but I <i>was</i> going to have made her
+my wife once but since I met you I have
+thought better of it&mdash;please don't say any
+more about it."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Leslie" cried Sylvia in surprise "but
+does the poor girl believe that you love her</p>
+
+<p>"To tell you the truth Sylvia" replied Leslie
+getting very red as he spoke "my belief is
+that Isobel thinks I love her and as I can not
+throw her over altogether that is why you saw
+me speaking to her just then."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"But what is your reason for not marrying
+her?" cried Sylvia.</p>
+
+<p>"Well because I thought I would rather
+marry someone else" said Leslie blushing and
+looking straight into her face.</p>
+
+<p>"But who do you want to marry?" said Sylvia
+blushing in her turn.</p>
+
+<p>"You dearest" he replied in an undertone
+"ever since the day I came to call upon your
+uncle I have set my heart on making you my
+wife. Do you think you love me enough to
+marry me?"</p>
+
+<p>"I think I do Leslie" said Sylvia getting
+very hot "but I must speak to uncle about it
+first."</p>
+
+<p>"Don't forget" said Leslie in a beseeching
+tone "and let me know as soon as possible."</p>
+
+<p>So the whole of that evening Leslie and
+Sylvia kept together but as Leslie was helping
+Sylvia on with her cloak, Sylvia saw Isobel
+Saunders gazing at Leslie with a look
+which went straight to her heart.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER 4</h2>
+
+<h3>AFTER THE BALL</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Before</span> we go on any further we had better
+say a word about Isobel Saunders.</div>
+
+<p>She was the only daughter of Colonel Saunders
+of the 159th who having lost a lot of
+money in the army was now in very poor circumstances.
+His wife had died five years previously
+and left him with three sons and a
+daughter. The eldest son William was a tall
+stout elderly man of about 25 who followed
+his father's profession. Robert the next was
+fair and delicate looking taking after his
+mother and lived very much at home and was
+just 21 years of age. The youngest son Frederick
+who was Isobel's junior by 4 years was
+still at school.</p>
+
+<p>Isobel, who at the time my story opens had
+just attained the age of 20 years was 5 feet
+3 inches in height, she had thick dark hair
+fashionably dressed and a massive fringe over
+her stately forehead. She had bewitching
+brown eyes from which long lashes swept
+her cheeks. She had an aqueline nose and a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span>
+bright complextion. She had nice feet and
+was fairly podgy.</p>
+
+<p>It was 10 o'clock on the morning after the
+ball, when Colonel Saunders came into the
+breakfast room with an open letter in his hand.</p>
+
+<p>"Here is some news for you Isobel" he said
+"Your aunt Miss Vickers intends favouring us
+with one of her weekly visits she will arrive
+this afternoon by the 3 o'clock train, so mind
+and have everything ready or there will be a
+fine fuss."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh dear" exclaimed Isobel preparing to
+pour out the whisky for her father. "I always
+dread Aunt Sophia's visits."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes indeed she is an old nuisance but we
+must make the best of her and after all a week
+is not long."</p>
+
+<p>"That is true" replied Isobel "but still it
+adds to my other troubles." and with a sigh
+she ran up to prepare the bedroom.</p>
+
+<p>The town clock was striking 4 when a cab
+drew up at Vebena Villa and Isobel flew to
+open the front door.</p>
+
+<p>"How are you dear Aunt! she exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>"Well my dear I am not as well as might be
+expected. I have had a severe cold and my
+servants have worried me so much I thought<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span>
+a week's rest might do me good" answered
+the fidgety dame hastening into the drawing
+room and taking a seat she proceeded to give
+Isobel a list of all her complaints and when
+she had come to an end of them she turned to
+her niece saying "Please tell Jane to take my
+box up and then after I have had some tea
+I will go to bed, I have had a long and fatiging
+journey."</p>
+
+<p>Here will be a good time to explain Miss
+Vickers, she was tall and angular and thin
+with black hair slightly grey which she wore
+in an untidy nob behind, she had dark piercing
+eyes that always seemed to find out other
+people's business.</p>
+
+<p>Isobel smiled as the door closed on the tall
+and portly frame of her aunt and she began
+to re-arrange the room which already in 10
+minutes Miss Vickers had turned upside down.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 5</h2>
+
+<h3>AFTER THE BALL (<i>continued</i>)</h3>
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Whilst</span> this scene was taking place at Vebena
+Villa, a very different one was going on at
+Yellowflower Hall.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>While sitting at the breakfast table Sylvia
+Monton was wondering how to ask her uncle
+if she might come to terms with Leslie Woodcock.</p>
+
+<p>Presently Mr. Earlsdown rose from his chair
+and seizing his pipe he entered his study roaring
+'Private Tommy Atkins' at the top of his
+loud voice.</p>
+
+<p>"I am afraid my uncle is in one of his
+boisterous moods" sighed Sylvia finishing her
+coffee, "but he does get so excited poor uncle
+especially when he has been out the night before.
+I don't remember seeing much of him at
+the ball. I was so taken up with Leslie. I am
+rather glad I did not see him though for nothing
+would induce him to wear evening clothes
+or a shirt front and he insisted on going in his
+bicycling suit and such a soiled red tie and <i>oh</i>
+his hair it was really like a crows nest, I don't
+know what Mr. and Mrs. Woodcock would
+have said if he had suddenly burst out with
+that dreadful 'Tommy Atkins.' but there poor
+uncle he <i>has</i> such spirits."</p>
+
+<p>So saying Sylvia skipped into her uncle's
+study.</p>
+
+<p>"Hullo hullo my lassie" he cried tossing
+down last week's 'Pick me up.'<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"I wanted to speak to you Uncle" said Sylvia
+putting her trembling hand on Mr. Earlsdown's
+shoulder.</p>
+
+<p>"Talk away then" said Mr. Earlsdown "I
+am prepared for the very worst news."</p>
+
+<p>"It's nothing much" said the girl "only&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Wake up wake up my child" said her uncle
+"only what?"</p>
+
+<p>"Only that Leslie Woodcock has asked me
+to marry him and with your permission I will
+accept."</p>
+
+<p>"I dare say you will" said Mr. Earlsdown
+"but I am not going to give my consent" replied
+the excitable gentleman "I am not going
+to see you marry a begger."</p>
+
+<p>"But uncle he is not a begger" cried Sylvia
+"he is well off, honest and dependable"</p>
+
+<p>"I dare say he is all that" said Mr. Earlsdown
+"dependable indeed! why ten to one
+when you have been married to him a month
+he will devoice you for some other girl he is
+silly enough to prefer; no no you shall marry a
+lord, that is what I want for my money, so
+next time you see young Woodcock just send
+him about his business, impudent young fellow!!"</p>
+
+<p>"Uncle have <i>some</i> mercy" here burst from<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span>
+Sylvia's pale lips "I'll never marry any one
+else" and with a cry of "Leslie <i>my</i> Leslie" she
+fled from the room and flinging herself on her
+own bed gave way to bitter tears.</p>
+
+<p>But finally taking heart of grace she siezed
+her blotting book and poured forth these heart
+rending words.</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">My own,</span></p>
+
+<p>Owing to my merciless uncle I am forced
+to give you up as he thinks to marry a lord,
+but <i>no never!</i> my Leslie and although I may
+never see you again think of me always as I
+shall of you and believe me to be</p>
+
+<div class='sig'>
+<span style="margin-right: 2em;">Yours and yours alone</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">Sylvia</span>.<br />
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 6</h2>
+
+<h3>THE ELOPEMENT</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">It</span> was past 2 o'clock before Leslie received
+Sylvia's wretched appeal.</div>
+
+<p>It was brought to him in his room whilst
+dressing for an afternoon party. Leslie read
+it carefully through and then throwing it on
+the floor seezed his head in his hands and
+thought it over.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Presently he looked up with, a determined
+expression on his face "I must marry her"
+he cried, and then sitting down he picked up
+a sheet of writing paper and prepared to answer
+the note and this was what he said.</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">My best loved</span></p>
+
+<p>If you will agree to this plan I will marry
+you yet. Have all your wants packed up this
+evening by 6 o'clock and we will elope together
+dearest and when we are one, we will
+go to America and make our fortunes.</p>
+
+<div class='sig'>
+<span style="margin-right: 4em;">Ever dearest</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">Your own Leslie</span>.<br />
+</div></div>
+
+<p>He then told one of the servants to take the
+above to Yellowflower Hall and give it into
+Miss Monton's hands, and wait for her answer.</p>
+
+<p>The servant soon returned to say that the
+young lady would agree to the plan.</p>
+
+<p>Leslie then began to collect his stockings
+and under garments and whilst rummaging in
+his wardrobe he heard something drop on the
+floor. He stooped to pick it up, it was a photograph
+of Isobel Saunders.</p>
+
+<p>"Poor Isobel" murmured Leslie and wrapping
+the photo up he put it in his pocket. "I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span>
+wonder what she will think of me when she
+knows."</p>
+
+<p>At 5 o'clock the housemaid came to tell tea
+was ready.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh bring me a cup of tea up here, "I am
+not feeling very well" said Leslie as she closed
+the door.</p>
+
+<p>At 1/4 to 6 Leslie slipped out by the back
+door. He was attired in a long old fashioned
+ulster, a deer stalking cap, large golosha boots,
+and a hunting suit as he had gone to hunt for
+Sylvia. On his right arm he carried a bag
+containing clean under linen and other odds
+and ends also his money consisting of &pound;40 in
+ready gold. He entered the garden of Yellowflower
+Hall and stole up unseen to Sylvia's
+room. He found her standing by the table buttoning
+her jacket with nervous trembling
+fingers.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Leslie!" she cried as he entered the
+room "I am so glad you have come" and saying
+this she fell back in a chair and fainted
+dead away.</p>
+
+<p>Leslie caught hold of the water jug and
+wetting a sponge applied it to her white face,
+and by this and the aid of smelling saults, Sylvia
+soon revived.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"I am so nervous" she said "Oh Leslie shall
+we ever get away in safety?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes dearest yes" whispered the lover,
+"trust me darling and you will be alright."</p>
+
+<p>"I am ready now" said Sylvia in a weak
+voice as she put a packet of biscuits into her
+bundle.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll carry your luggage" said Leslie picking
+up her bundle which was tied in a white tablecloth.</p>
+
+<p>Sylvia had been more particular than Leslie
+as to her luggage. Besides all her under-linen
+she had with her two pairs of clean
+sheets and pillow cases, some bath towels and
+soap, likewise a sponge and a yard of flannel
+(in case she lost any) a flask of brandy, some
+new potatoes and a tooth brush.</p>
+
+<p>Sylvia's window opened into the lawn so it
+was easy to escape and once off the high road
+she and Leslie felt safe.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 7</h2>
+
+<h3>THE LODGINGS</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Leslie</span> and Sylvia having tramped until midnight
+found themselves weary and footsore at
+London.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></div>
+
+<p>"I can't afford very good lodgings" said Leslie
+"my money must last until I get employment.</p>
+
+<p>"Where shall we go then?" said Sylvia.</p>
+
+<p>"To some common lodging house" said Leslie
+"you see <i>you</i> have clean sheets if they are
+needful&mdash;ah there is the lodging house."</p>
+
+<p>So he and Sylvia approached a filthy house
+at the end of a narrow street, Leslie knocked
+at the door and after waiting 10 minutes a
+dirty old woman with a candle in her hand,
+opened the door.</p>
+
+<p>"What is it you want? she said, "disturbing
+me this time of night!"</p>
+
+<p>"We have come for a lodging" said our hero
+"how much would it be?"</p>
+
+<p>"4d a night single" said the old woman "and
+2d extra if you want a drop of water to wash
+with."</p>
+
+<p>Leslie's heart sank within him at these
+words but he felt bound to accept saying "I
+hope the beds and the water are clean."</p>
+
+<p>"Clean enough I'm sure" said the old woman
+"considering they have only been used a few
+times." so saying she led them up a rickety
+stair case into a shabby little room.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"The bed ain't made yet said Old Nan pointing
+to a heap of rags in the corner.</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you" said Leslie and locking the
+door he turned to Sylvia who by this time was
+wandering hopelessly about the filthy garret.</p>
+
+<p>"We'll make the bed anyhow" said Leslie
+"get out your sheets Sylvia."</p>
+
+<p>She obeyed and Leslie kneeling on the floor
+began to sort out the rags. He found an old
+blanket which being a shade cleaner than the
+others he laid upon the floor covering it with a
+clean sheet; then stuffing his jacket inside the
+pillow case he made it into a pillow, he then
+laid another sheet over that and covered it
+with his and Sylvia's overcoats, he pronounced
+the bed made.</p>
+
+<p>"How very dreadful!" gasped Sylvia "I can
+not sleep upon that bed."</p>
+
+<p>"You must" said Leslie throwing open the
+window to air the room.</p>
+
+<p>The next morning Leslie, who had sat by
+the open window all night began to collect
+the bed clothes and turning to Sylvia said "we
+will get out of this as soon as ever we can."</p>
+
+<p>Then finding a drop of filthy water in a
+cracked basin he proceeded to wash his face<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span>
+and hands, though Sylvia said she would
+rather go dirty than use such water.</p>
+
+<p>Just then Old Nan entred and looking
+round said "well now I hope you have had a
+pleasant night."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh very" stammered poor Leslie.</p>
+
+<p>"I think we are going now, if you will tell
+me what it comes to."</p>
+
+<p>"Well let me see" said Old Nan</p>
+
+<p>"2 beds and 2 washes&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"But I didn't wash" said Sylvia</p>
+
+<p>"And <i>I</i> didn't go to bed" said Leslie</p>
+
+<p>"Then it will be 6d growled Old Nan. and
+after paying their landlady Leslie and Sylvia
+fled for their lives.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 9</h2>
+
+<h3>THE MARRIAGE</h3>
+
+
+<p>"I <span class="smcap">wonder</span> where we can find a church to be
+married in" said Sylvia.</p>
+
+<p>"We dont look as though we were <i>going</i> to
+be married" said Leslie "and I feel so soiled
+after sleeping in that lodging house."</p>
+
+<p>"I should think you do" said Sylvia "I never<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span>
+felt so dirty in my life&mdash;why there is a church
+Leslie"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes I know but I mean to buy you a white
+veil and a piece of lace" said Leslie "here is
+a shilling get what you can"</p>
+
+<p>Sylvia hurried across the road and soon returned
+with a yard of book muslin for a veil
+and 1/2 a yard of furniture lace.</p>
+
+<p>"That will do" said Leslie and they entered
+the church.</p>
+
+<p>A middle aged man was busy lighting the
+church lamps and stared hopelessly as the
+couple entered.</p>
+
+<p>"Please are you the clergyman?" asked
+Leslie.</p>
+
+<p>"No" said the man "Mr. Roberts who is
+sorting surplices in the vestry is the parson."</p>
+
+<p>"Can we speak to him" said Leslie quietly</p>
+
+<p>"Yes sir" replied the man opening the vestry
+door.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh are you the clergyman?" said Leslie to
+a tall dark man who was just folding up some
+clean linen.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes I am" replied the said gentleman "can
+I do anything for you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well we wanted to be married" said Leslie
+bashfully "if this young lady may put her veil<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span>
+on in the vestry we could then wait in the
+church till you are at leisure."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes I think I have time" said Mr. Roberts
+glancing at his watch "please sign your names
+in this book and I will ring the bell for the
+acolyte"</p>
+
+<p>So saying he touched a spring bell and very
+soon a small fair-haired boy appeared in the
+door way.</p>
+
+<p>"Take two lighted candles into the church
+Tommy" said Mr. Roberts "and place two
+kneeling chairs in the aisle."</p>
+
+<p>Tommy obeyed and very soon Sylvia and
+Leslie were kneeling side by side in the church.</p>
+
+<p>About 5 minutes afterwards our hero and
+heroine walked out husband and wife!!</p>
+
+<p>"Let us have our wedding breakfast at the
+Gaiety restaurant" said Leslie and hailing a
+handsom the married couple stepped in.</p>
+
+<p>"What would you like my dear" said Leslie
+sitting down at a ready laid table.</p>
+
+<p>"I'd like rabbit pie and apple fritters and
+a cup of coffee please" said Sylvia throwing off
+her gloves and displaying her newly put on
+wedding ring.</p>
+
+<p>"Very good my dear" said Leslie "and I will
+have a slice of roast pork and suet pudding<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span>
+and treacle and beer and soda mixed that is
+a mild B and S my dear"</p>
+
+<p>Half way through his pork Leslie pulled out
+a letter from his pocket and after piercing at
+it for two or three minutes he read as follows.</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+<div class='right'>
+Homer Villa, Margate.<br />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dear Sir</span>,</p>
+
+<p>I shall be very please to acomodate you
+for a fortnight. You can have a good sized
+bedroom, parlour and dining room for 3
+guineas per week including everything else.
+I shall expect you tonight so</p>
+
+<div class='sig'>
+<span style="margin-right: 6em;">Believe me to be</span><br />
+<span style="margin-right: 4em;">Yours very truly</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">Mary Mason</span>.<br />
+</div></div>
+
+<p>"This <i>is</i> good news my dear" said Leslie "if
+you have done your pie we will take the first
+train to Margate, hand me your bundle and we
+will start."</p>
+
+<p>It was not a very long journey but Sylvia
+who was very tired was not sorry to hear the
+porters screaming "Margate station."</p>
+
+<p>A pony cart from Homer Villa was waiting
+for them and Leslie and Sylvia were soon at
+their lodgings.</p>
+
+<p>A fat good tempered looking woman showed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span>
+them into a comfortable parlour where a lovely
+tea consisting of ham sandwiches, poached
+eggs, tea and bread and butter was waiting
+for them. And here we will leave them to enjoy
+it while we take the train back to Mayfield.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 10</h2>
+
+<h3>THE CONFUSION</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">About</span> 1/4 to 8 o'clock the dressing bell at Yellowflower
+Hall pealed forth its usual summons.</div>
+
+<p>"I am glad dinner is so nearly ready" said
+untidy Mr. Earlsdown straightening his tie
+and running a comb through his hair "I'll go
+and have a quiet glass of claret while I am
+waiting&mdash;perhaps Sylvia will appear by then."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Earlsdown had just drained his glass
+when Johnson brought in some pea soup, bacon
+and green cabbage, merangues and chocolate
+pudding.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't trouble about ringing the second bell
+Johnson" said Mr. Earlsdown "just call Miss
+Monton and I will begin."</p>
+
+<p>So saying he began to serve out the bacon
+on a golden plate.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Where is that child" said Mr. Earlsdown
+after having 3 serves of the bacon.</p>
+
+<p>Just then Johnson entered with a very long
+face "If you please sir" he said "Miss Monton
+is nowhere in the house and her room Mary
+says is <i>that</i> untidy, you'd think a wild menagerie
+had been there."</p>
+
+<p>"Bless my life" exclaimed Mr. Earlsdown
+throwing down his fork and tossing his table
+napkin to the butler.</p>
+
+<p>Forthwith he rushed upstairs to his niece's
+room and the sight which met his eyes was
+enough to astonish even Mr. Earlsdown. A
+pile of linen stood in a corner of the room,
+hats, jackets and various articles of clothing
+were scattered in every direction and at last
+on the bed a letter adressed in Sylvia's hand
+to himself and this is what it said.</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">Uncle</span>,</p>
+
+<p>Please do not worry yourself about me. I
+am quite safe under the charge of Leslie Woodcock.
+We shall be in London to-night but from
+that day forth I dont know where we shall be.
+My name from now is</p>
+
+<div class='sig'>
+<span class="smcap">Sylvia Woodcock</span>.<br />
+</div></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>As Mr. Earlsdown read this coldly worded
+epistle he flashed his eyes and stamped heavily
+on the floor.</p>
+
+<p>"Why bless the girl" he screamed "I'll have
+her back within an inch of her life" so saying
+he tore out of the bedroom and called for
+Johnson.</p>
+
+<p>The butler came running upstairs to receive
+his orders.</p>
+
+<p>Johnson take the first train to London and
+search everywhere for traces of Mr. and Mrs.
+Woodcock" and handing the butler 2/6 he sent
+him off by the 8.8 to London.</p>
+
+<p>Meanwhile there was also great confusion
+at Astmer House. On the summons to dinner
+Leslie was found missing.</p>
+
+<p>"Dear me" exclaimed Mrs. Woodcock jumping
+up and knocking over a soup tureen "Albert
+go and look for your cousin."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh <i>he</i> is alright" answered Albert "there
+is no need to fuss."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes there is you heartless boy, go and look
+for my son at once."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh bother" said Albert flinging down his
+book.</p>
+
+<p>"Dont snap" said Mrs. Woodcock as Albert
+dashed furiously out of the room.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>He returned within 1/4 of an hour to say he
+could find no traces of Leslie except his tooth-brush
+in the back garden and a pocket handkerchief
+on the stairs.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh I hope he is not lost" cried Mrs. Woodcock
+"my dear son, where can he be?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh but you have me" said Albert with a
+faint smile.</p>
+
+<p>"What do I care for you?" said Mrs. Woodcock
+bitterly.</p>
+
+<p>Albert immediately began shuffling about
+and took a drink of water to hide his blushes.</p>
+
+<p>"As you are so <i>very</i> stupid" continued Mrs.
+Woodcock "perhaps you can <i>manage</i> to walk
+** far as Yellowflower Hall and see if you
+find any traces of Leslie."</p>
+
+<p>Albert pushed on his hat and stamped out
+and returned in 1/2 hour in a rather more excited
+mood than he went out.</p>
+
+<p>"I say Aunt" he cried running into the dining
+room "would you believe it just by that
+railing near Yellowflower Hall I found Miss
+Monton's shoe and Leslie's watch key, I
+brought both back to show it is true."</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Woodcock uttered a terrified "Oh" and
+sank nearly unconscious on the sofa.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER 11</h2>
+
+<h3>JOHNSON'S SEARCH</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Johnson</span> arrived in London at 25 minutes to
+ten. It was a dark foggy night and the air
+was cold. Johnson gave a shiver as he
+wrapped his ulster round him.</div>
+
+<p>He wandered hopelessly about for an hour
+or two and oddly enough he took the very same
+lodgings as Sylvia and Leslie had spent their
+first night in London; being in that part of the
+city and too tired to look for better apartments.</p>
+
+<p>Towards noon on the following day Johnson
+encountered a friend, Thomas Bench by name,
+and forgetting all about his errand he turned
+into a public house close by to enjoy a quiet
+drink with his friend.</p>
+
+<p>"What are you up here for Jim?" said
+Thomas Bench.</p>
+
+<p>"Well" said Johnson stirring up his hot
+whisky and water "its rather a serious matter,
+my master's niece has gone and run away
+with her young man and I am on the look out
+for her."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Aye aye" answered Bench scratching his
+oily head "what sort of a young miss is she
+eh?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well she's a pretty sort of girl with plenty
+of fair hair and blue eyes there is no mistaking
+she belongs to the upper ten my man"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh indeed" replied Bench taking a piece
+of blue paper from his pocket "what is the
+young lady's name?"</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Morton by your leave" roared the
+butler.</p>
+
+<p>"Well" replied Bench "look here." Johnson
+snatched the bit of crumpled paper and
+read it through. On the paper was written</p>
+
+<div class='center'>
+<span class="smcap">Miss Sylvia Monton.</span><br />
+Homer Villa, Margate.<br />
+</div>
+
+<p>"Mercy" screamed Johnson "wherever did
+you find it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well" replied Thomas Bench "I was walking
+in Orange Alley where old Nan lives and
+outside the door I found this scrap of paper,
+what do you think it means old pal?"</p>
+
+<p>"I should say" said Johnson biting his lips
+"it looks as though it meant that our young
+lady had taken up her abode there."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"So should I" said Bench with a broad grin
+and so saying the two men walked out arm
+in arm. Outside they parted and Johnson took
+the first train for Margate and whilst waiting
+at the station a telegram was brought to
+him by dirty old Nan.</p>
+
+<p>Tearing it open he found it was from Mayfield
+saying Mr. Earlsdown was dying and he
+was wanted at once.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh lor!" ejaculated the butler making a
+rush for the ticket office. Johnson did not arrive
+at Mayfield till 4.0 o'clock, then he instantly
+made his way to Mr. Earlsdown's bedroom.</p>
+
+<p>All the servants in the household were standing
+round the bed and on it lay the unconscious
+figure of Mr. Earlsdown.</p>
+
+<p>"What is it?" cried Johnson pushing his
+way through the crowd.</p>
+
+<p>"Appoplexy" answered Susan the housemaid
+holding her apron to her streaming eyes
+"the poor dear master was so excited thinking
+about Miss Monton and then all of a sudden
+he received a note telling of the engagement
+of Mr. Albert Morris with Miss Saunders
+and then that sent him off because he
+always wanted Mr. Albert to marry Miss Monton,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span>
+and when Mary went into the drawing
+room, there he was in a fit."</p>
+
+<p>Just then the door opened and in walked
+Doctor Mason. The result of his visit will
+be seen later on.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 12</h2>
+
+<h3>SYLVIA'S RETURN</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">It</span> was a beautiful morning about 3 or 4 days
+after our hero and heroine's arrival at Margate.
+Leslie was just finishing his coffee and
+toast and Sylvia was sitting near the window
+glancing over the morning paper.</div>
+
+<p>Suddenly her rosy face turned deadly pale
+and the paper nearly dropped from her trembling
+fingers.</p>
+
+<p>"What is <a name="is_is" id="is_is"></a><ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'is'">it</ins> dearest?" asked Leslie placing
+his arm around her waist and kissing her
+pallid forehead "has anything in the paper
+shaken your nerves?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Leslie Leslie" shrieked Sylvia falling
+into his arms "read this and be satisfied that
+my nerves <i>are</i> shaken."</p>
+
+<p>Leslie siezed the paper and read as follows:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>"Mayfield Sussex. Last Tuesday Mr. Richard
+George Earlsdown of Yellowflower Hall
+was siezed with appoplexy. On that same day
+he had prevented his neice from marrying a
+certain gentleman of the neighbourhood and
+<i>she</i> has run away with her intended, viz Mr.
+Leslie Alexander Woodcock.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Earlsdown is now repenting that his
+consent was not given to his heartless niece
+and that if she comes back before he dies,
+married or unmarried, she will receive his love
+and forgiveness for ever; he is now in a dying
+state and we fear that unless his niece soon
+returns he will decidedly expire."</p></div>
+
+<p>"Shall you go home" asked Leslie quietly.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes yes" exclaimed Sylvia "Oh Leslie help
+me to pack, I feel too weak."</p>
+
+<p>The trunks were soon packed and the heart
+broken couple were on their way to Mayfield.
+Arriving at the Hall Sylvia flew up to her uncle's
+room and throwing herself on the floor
+shook the room with ear piercing sobs.</p>
+
+<p>"Who is crying?" presently asked Mr. Earlsdown.</p>
+
+<p>"It is me uncle&mdash;your repentant niece."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Earlsdown gave a contented smile and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span>
+turned away his head. Presently he turned
+round and his eyes fell upon Sylvia's white
+hand on the counterpane.</p>
+
+<p>"Mrs. Woodcock I see" he said with a smile
+looking at the golden wedding ring on Sylvia's
+third finger.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes Uncle" said Sylvia in a low tone "But
+you wont leave me till I am better will you
+child" said her uncle.</p>
+
+<p>"Never uncle" said Sylvia "never to your
+dying day."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 13</h2>
+
+<h3>HOW IT ENDED</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Seven</span> years have elapsed since the events told
+in our last chapter and our scene once more
+changes to the ball room at Asmer House.
+Leslie and Sylvia no longer newly married
+people are sitting by the piano and opposite
+to them on the sofa are Isobel Saunders and
+Albert Woodcock. Presently Albert advances
+to the piano and asks Sylvia to sing a song.</div>
+
+<p>"Yes if I can get anyone to play my accompaniment"
+says Sylvia.</p>
+
+<p>"I only wish I could play" said Albert rubbing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span>
+his face and looking with sad eyes at
+Mrs. Woodcock. Immediately Isobel seated
+herself at the piano and ran her fairy like
+fingers over the notes while Sylvia's melodious
+voice kept time to the music; and as the beautiful
+words of "See the conquering hero
+comes" rang out like a peal of thunder, Mr.
+Earlsdown come bounding in.</p>
+
+<p>Here the band struck up God save the Queen
+and everybody stood up in respectful silence;
+and as the last notes of the German band died
+away Mrs. Woodcock took leave of her friends
+as we will do of the characters of this book.</p>
+
+
+<h3>THE END</h3>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p>
+<h2>WHERE LOVE LIES DEEPEST</h2>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 1</h2>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> silvery moon rises slowly above the mountains
+of white clouds and sheds its quiet light
+upon one of the most beautiful scenes of the
+sheltered nooks in the picturesque county of
+Devonshire. The tall green hills, so thickly
+covered with wild thyme rise clear and high
+against the blue sky above. The rippling
+waters of a little streamlet glide softly upon
+its way through lovely banks of sweet green
+moss. Presently a white cloud envelopes the
+pale moon and all is darkness!</div>
+
+<p>Only for a moment, the cloud passes away
+and the bright light pours down upon two figures.
+The one the tall slim figure of a young
+girl, the other the broad well built figure of a
+richly dressed man. He wore a beautifully
+made blue serge suit and a white tie fastened
+with a gold and diamond pin. His felt hat
+fitted as though it had been made for him and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span>
+his light overcoat and kid gloves were like the
+rest of his toilet well made and of a rich material.
+His black hair grew thickly on his
+head and his brown eyes glared fiercely, his
+brown skin was red with rage and his white
+teeth were clenched.</p>
+
+<p>The girl on the contrary was poorly dressed
+and did not seem at home in the presence of
+the rich man. She wore a pale grey dress
+trimmed with green velvet. It had seen its
+best days for it was worn in many places.
+She wore a straw hat and a white scarf round
+her neck. She was a lovely girl!! Her plentiful
+golden hair was coiled into a knob behind
+and cut in a small fringe in front. Her
+large blue eyes spoke of many mysteries and
+were fringed by golden lashes. Her cherry
+coloured lips were small and pressed together
+in her nervous state. Her white teeth were
+clenched and she trembled under the viscious
+glare of her companion.</p>
+
+<p>"I tell you Beatrice you are out of your
+senses, you must be, there is no doubt of it,
+how can you refuse such an offer?" said the
+man fiercely.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Lawrence do listen to me," said the
+unhappy girl, "it is impossible, it cannot be.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span>
+You are very kind, and I always had and always
+shall have a very great respect for you,
+but I cannot marry you, indeed I cannot! we
+are no match, I am poor and you are rich. Besides
+I have a reason for not accepting you for
+my husband. Oh Lawrence you make me so
+unhappy!" and here the poor girl stopped
+short, gave a hurried look round and pressed
+her hand to her heart.</p>
+
+<p>"Beatrice Langton you are a lunatic" cried
+the man, "give me an answer straight out&mdash;yes
+or no. Will you be my wife? Speak out
+and dont go jibbering on in that sentimental
+fashion; say yes and you will live in luxury
+and riches for the rest of your life, say no and
+you go home poor and degraded. Now give me
+an answer Yes or No!"</p>
+
+<p>The girl raised her head and spoke thus&mdash;"Lawrence
+I am very sorry to say it but my
+answer is No! Goodbye Mr. Cathcart, goodbye
+Lawrence, perhaps we shall never meet
+again. What? you will not even shake hands!
+Very well, goodnight Lawrence, goodnight."</p>
+
+<p>She turned and went away leaving him in
+the darkness.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER 2</h2>
+
+<h3>BEATRICE LANGTON'S HOME</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">When</span> Beatrice went away she made straight
+for her home for it was close on nine and her
+mother would be anxious. Her heart was
+heavy and her eyelids were wet with fast
+falling tears as she made her way accross the
+desolate moor. Presently she came to the
+stream and after crossing the bridge she made
+for the common. On the outskirts of the village
+stood her home. A little brown cottage
+with carefully trimmed roses and jasmine
+creeping up the porch and a neat little garden
+in front. She opened the gate, walked up the
+path and opened the door.</div>
+
+<p>What a pleasant scene was there before her!
+A bright fire was burning in the well kept
+hearth and an old lady sat beside it knitting
+stockings for the coming winter. Many pictures
+adorned the walls. A gentleman was
+writing at a table in the window. Three little
+girls all in red frocks and white pinnafores
+were employed in different ways. The eldest
+was some ten years old with curly hair and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span>
+blue eyes and was busy with some corn-flowers
+and poppies in a glass vase. The other two
+who looked about eight and six had brown eyes
+and very fair hair (and) were looking at a
+book at the middle table. They all jumped up
+as Beatrice entered.</p>
+
+<p>"Why Beatrice dear how late you are!" said
+Mrs. Langton "I sent your supper down.
+"Mary, ring the bell, Beatrice must be
+hungry."</p>
+
+<p>"No I am not," answered Beatrice smiling
+wearily and seating herself in the chair her
+sister had placed for her, "I am only very
+tired and would like to go to bed."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh you must have something," said Mr.
+Langton, "Cook made some lovely cheese cakes
+for supper, and you shall have some wine to
+drink."</p>
+
+<p>Just then the maid entered, and in spite of
+herself Beatrice was soon enjoying a hearty
+meal.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh there is half past nine!" cried Mrs.
+Langton, "Lily and Tina go to bed at once,
+Mary can wait up for Beatrice if she likes."</p>
+
+<p>The two little children ran off hand in hand
+murmering "lucky Mary."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER 3</h2>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">It</span> was eight o'clock next morning when Beatrice
+opened her weary eyes and look round
+her little room. She jumped up immediately
+and ran down to breakfast.</div>
+
+<p>Her father had just gone off to his farming,
+but her mother was sitting in her accustomed
+place by the fireside reading a letter which was
+evidently causing her some anxiety.</p>
+
+<p>"Well Mother" cried Beatrice, "what is the
+matter?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well dear" replied Mrs. Langton, sipping
+her tea as she spoke, "I have had a letter from
+Mrs. Vindsor who went abroad last year, and
+she wants you to go and spend the winter with
+her in Paris. I would like you to go dear, but
+you are my eldest child and you are by no
+means strong."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Mother do let me go, I should enjoy it,
+and you know I am much stronger since I took
+to eating Mother Segul's Syrup."</p>
+
+<p>"I know my love" said Mrs. Langton, "I will
+speak to your father about it, and in the meantime
+pour me out another cup of tea please."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Beatrice caught hold of the teapot smiling
+happily as she did so; her father was not the
+man to say no, and what he said her mother
+seldom differed from; so she cut her bread and
+carved her bacon singing a merry song through
+it all. After breakfast Beatrice dusted the
+room, got the children ready for school, and
+then adjusting a straw hat upon her golden
+tresses she prepared herself for a saunter through
+the beautiful fields fresh with the
+smell of new mown hay and Alderny cows.
+She gathered flowers as she went and though
+she felt bright and happy by the news the
+post had brought there was a sore corner in
+her heart&mdash;she had quarrelled with Lawrence
+Cathcart, and there was not a man in Senbury
+Glen who did not know his temper! As she
+strolled along she caught sight of Mr. Langton
+who was discussing the subject of Welsh
+sheep with a tradesman. He saw Beatrice and
+walked towards her.</p>
+
+<p>"Well Bia," he cried, "looking at my cows?
+aren't they lovely?"</p>
+
+<p>"Beautiful Father," cried Beatrice, "but do
+you know Mrs. Vindsor wants me to go to
+Paris and spend the winter with her family,
+and may I go?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Yes certainly," said Mr. Langton, "and I
+suppose that means you would like a pound
+or two to buy dresses and hats?"</p>
+
+<p>Beatrice bit her lip and smiled, "I suppose
+so father," she said gazing placidly at her
+worn elbows.</p>
+
+<p>"Very well," said her father, "I will give
+you &pound;10, I should advice a blue serge dress and
+a yellow hat."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh no father!" shrieked Beatrice, "I will
+get a green dress and a hat trimmed with
+roses."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well," said Mr Langton kicking the
+hay with his feet "do as you please my dear,
+by the bye when are you expected in Paris?"</p>
+
+<p>"Tomorrow week father," said Beatrice, "at
+least so Mother says."</p>
+
+<p>Mr Langton whistled and then turning to
+his daughter he said, "I tell you what Bia, you
+had better call at the dressmaker on your way
+home, I hate a bustle at the last moment." so
+saying Mr Langton gave his daughter &pound;10 in
+ready gold! Beatrice took them home and put
+them in her purse till the afternoon when she
+paid a long visit to the dressmaker. She invested
+in a lovely green silk dress trimmed
+with a delicate shade of rose pink, and the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span>
+dainty little hat was of the same picturesque
+colours. She likewise bought a costly diamond
+brooch and two silver bangles to make up
+the &pound;10.</p>
+
+<p>On coming out of the shop she turned on
+to the moors for a last walk before going to
+Paris, for there would be plenty to do at home
+such as darning stockings, mending clothes,
+etc: She called for Nelly Reeves (a friend of
+hers); it would be a good chance to outdo her
+thought Beatrice, for Nelly had been to Italy
+the year before and did nothing but boast of
+it all day. So the two girls arm in arm started
+for the moors. Nelly Reeves was a tall good
+looking girl, slightly pretty, but with none of
+the wistful beauty about her that was so
+clearly stamped on all Beatrice Langton's features.
+She had black hair and what she considered
+beautiful eyes, though they really were
+small and vacant in their perpetual stare.</p>
+
+<p>"Well I hope you will enjoy yourself" she
+remarked briskly when Beatrice told her of
+the invitation to Paris.</p>
+
+<p>"I am sure I shall," said Beatrice, gently
+feeling her hair behind, "only think of the delights
+of it! The Vindsors live in a Chateau
+you know!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I suppose it will be jolly for you," said
+Nelly "who are the Vindsors?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh dont you remember Clara Vindsor?"
+said Beatrice, "she was so very pretty and
+polite in her ways."</p>
+
+<p>"I recollect her," said Nelly gazing on the
+far away blue hills, "oh Beatrice how lovely
+that view is!"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said Beatrice sadly, "I came up here
+last night for a walk."</p>
+
+<p>"Alone?" asked Nelly.</p>
+
+<p>Beatrice wished she had not spoken then,
+but being frank and straightforward she replied
+"no I was not alone."</p>
+
+<p>"Who with?" enquired Nelly.</p>
+
+<p>"Never mind," retorted Beatrice.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Beatrice do tell me" coaxed Nelly, I'll
+not tell a soul."</p>
+
+<p>"I dont care if you do," said Beatrice coldly.</p>
+
+<p>"Well let me see if I can guess" said Nelly
+artfully "was it Mr Cathcart?"</p>
+
+<p>"What makes you guess him?" asked Beatrice
+angrily.</p>
+
+<p>"Why because he has been paying attentions
+to you lately, and I thought he might have
+come up here to propose" said Nelly.</p>
+
+<p>"You have most silly ideas!" retorted Beatrice,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span>
+"if you dont leave off please to go home,
+what if he did propose?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh nothing at all," replied Nelly, "if you
+are so disagreeable I <i>will</i> go home," so saying
+Miss Reeves tucked up her dress and walked
+home.</p>
+
+<p>"Life is hard!" sighed Beatrice, "nothing
+seems to go right, first I quarrel with Lawrence
+and then with Nelly&mdash;why what is
+that?" she cried as she caught sight of something
+gold glittering in the pathway.</p>
+
+<p>She stooped to pick it up; it was a gentleman's
+gold link, beautifully carved and engraved
+with the initials L. C.</p>
+
+<p>"L. C." repeated Beatrice handling the link
+pensively "why they are his initials, can it be
+his I wonder? why yes" she continued, "here
+is the name Lawrence Cathcart; His Links!
+yes they are his, I will keep them and I may
+some day have occasion to return them to
+him," so saying she put the articles in her
+leather purse and turned towards home.</p>
+
+<p>In some unaccountable way Beatrice turned
+into the High Street and had to pass Lawrence
+Cathcart's house, a splendid white stone
+building standing apart from the other houses
+in a beautiful garden of well tended blooms.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"What riches!" sighed Beatrice pausing at
+the iron gates, and as her blue eyes searched
+the lovely grounds her glance fell upon Lawrence
+Cathcart. He was standing under a tree
+with an open book in his hands. He wore a
+light fawn suit and his black curly hair was
+exposed to the Autumn sun; and as Beatrice
+gazed on this good looking young man she
+wondered why she had not noticed before how
+exquisitely curly his hair and moustache was,
+how fine his nose and eyes, and how beautifully
+his mouth was curved.</p>
+
+<p>But she did not talk to him or try to attract
+his attention, and sad and disheartened
+she walked home.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 4</h2>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Tea</span> was ready when Beatrice returned home
+and she drew in her chair and clustered round
+the table.</div>
+
+<p>"Well, what is your dress like?" asked Mrs
+Langton as she passed the butter to her husband.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh it is lovely Mother" answered Beatrice,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span>
+"and oh Father" she continued, "I bought
+some jewellry too!"</p>
+
+<p>"Jewellry" cried Mr. Langton stirring his
+tea very hard, "with my money?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well yes father," sighed Beatrice, "I hope
+you are not angry?"</p>
+
+<p>"What did you buy" enquired Mr Langton.</p>
+
+<p>"Two bracelets and a brooch" said Beatrice
+sadly.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Langton coughed and helped himself
+to some strawberry jam.</p>
+
+<p>"I have been very busy putting some embroidery
+on your white petticoat all the afternoon,"
+said Mrs Langton trying to change the
+subject, "you know I had a telegram to say you
+are expected on Thursday instead of next
+week."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Mother" said Beatrice, "I must begin to
+pack at once!" so saying she flew up to her
+bedroom, and ten minutes later the floor was
+littered with as many articles of clothing as
+you could wish to see, and when Mrs Langton
+came up after tea she found her daughter
+seated on the bed amid stockings of every
+shade, curling some crimson feathers.</p>
+
+<p>"My dear Beatrice!" cried that good lady
+in astonishment, "what are you doing?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Well I was trying to pack mother" answered
+Beatrice calmly.</p>
+
+<p>"I see" said Mrs Langton folding up a blue
+skirt as she spoke, "if you will allow me to
+help you I think you will manage better."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well," replied Beatrice, "there are the
+trunks."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes I see them" said Mrs Langton, "I think
+your new dress and hat had better go in the
+basket trunk dont you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps so" said Beatrice gathering the
+stockings off the bed, "Oh mother, to think
+that the day after tomorrow I shall be going to
+Paris!"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes indeed dear" replied Mrs Langton
+glancing round the littered room, "you have
+plenty of work to do, just darn these stockings
+will you, while I collect your hats."</p>
+
+<p>Beatrice threaded her needle and once she
+was seated in the big arm-chair, her busy
+tongue began to go.</p>
+
+<p>"What time do you suppose I shall arrive
+at Paris mother?" was the first question.</p>
+
+<p>"Let me see, the boat starts from Newhaven
+at 11 in the morning," said Mrs Langton
+slowly, "I think you get to Paris about ten
+in the evening though I wont be sure."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"How nice!" said Beatrice, "is the Vindsor's
+house very grand?"</p>
+
+<p>"I believe so" replied her mother "at least
+they keep fifty servants and nearly everything
+is either gold or silver!"</p>
+
+<p>"Gracious!" exclaimed Beatrice.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said Mrs Langton, "now Beatrice
+bring that darning downstairs, we must finish
+packing tomorrow, I will mend that skirt for
+you," and so saying Mrs Langton left the
+room.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 5</h2>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">At</span> last the eventful day came and found Beatrice
+up at six o'clock, putting the last articles
+in her hand bag. By eight o'clock she was at
+the station taking the last farewells.</div>
+
+<p>The little ones crowded round her, giving
+her chocolate and various sweets to eat on the
+way. Mrs Langton sobbed copiously, and Mr
+Langton as he kissed his daughter pressed a
+sovereign into her hand. But at last the guard
+waved his flag, the porters slammed the doors,
+and Beatrice found herself spinning away
+through fields of every shade, fast leaving Senbury<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span>
+Glen behind and approaching Newhaven
+Harbour. Beatrice gave a little sigh half of
+joy and half of fear, and then subsided into
+her novel and refreshments till the train
+stopped and she found herself in the aforesaid
+harbour. There were a great many passengers
+going by the Dieppe boat, and Beatrice had
+some difficulty to declare her luggage and
+smuggle the packet of coffee her thoughtful
+mother had put in the sponge bag. But at last
+she got on the boat and once she was seated
+in her deck chair gazing on the rough sea, she
+could not help shedding a few tears as she
+thought of the little brown cottage standing
+alone on the outskirts of Senbury Glen. But
+she soon cheered up and asked the stewardess
+to show her to her cabin. The woman obeyed
+and walked along the deck till she came to a
+battered looking door, which she opened saying&mdash;"Here
+is your cabin miss, your berth is
+number 10 and you will find some water to
+wash in."</p>
+
+<p>Beatrice thanked her and entered the room.
+A woman five children and a nurse were seated
+round the room. The nurse had two small
+babies on her knee which she was trying to
+hush to sleep in vain. The mother was attempting<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span>
+to comb the hair of a very frantic little
+boy and scolding two girls who would insist
+on unfastening all the trunks and scattering
+the contents on the floor. Beatrice took no notice
+of the noisy party, but went to her corner
+of the cabin and did her hair and washed her
+face in some hard salt water. The stewardess
+then brought her some tea and a bit of cake
+and Beatrice took the opportunity to ask her
+if she was to share the same cabin as the children
+and their elders.</p>
+
+<p>"Well," whispered the stewardess, "I'm
+sorry to say you must, but I expect they will
+go on deck soon and then you will be alright
+miss."</p>
+
+<p>Beatrice smiled and tried to read her book
+amidst the deafening roars of the babies. But
+in a little while the nurse marched them all up
+on deck, and the mother soon followed with
+one fat baby and a basket of refreshments in
+her arms. Then there was peace and Beatrice
+quite enjoyed her little dinner of ham sandwiches
+and a cold custard. But about 2 o'clock
+she began to feel drowsy and enjoyed a pleasant
+sleep, and at the end of half an hour was
+surprised to find she was in Dieppe.</p>
+
+<p>She gathered her luggage together and a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span>
+good natured sailor helped her off the steamer.
+She again declared her luggage and went to
+the station where she awaited the arrival of
+the train to Paris. At last it came up, and
+Beatrice found a comfortable carriage well
+padded with cushions and rugs, and a fat sulky
+looking girl in one corner who was busily engaged
+sucking lemons and studying Bradshaw.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 6</h2>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">It</span> was close on ten when the train stopped
+at Paris, and Beatrice and the fat girl alighted
+to the platform.</div>
+
+<p>"Do you reside here?" asked the girl in
+broken English.</p>
+
+<p>"I am here on a visit," replied Beatrice.</p>
+
+<p>"I see; is it not cold mademoiselle?" said
+this friendly girl.</p>
+
+<p>"Very," answered Beatrice buttoning the
+collar of her coat.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes very," continued the girl, "ah Mademoiselle
+you have no wraps; take my shawl,"
+and without another word the girl pulled off
+her shawl and flung it round the shoulders of
+the astonished Beatrice, and then disappeared<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span>
+into the refreshment room from which she did
+not reappear again in a hurry. Beatrice was
+too astonished to speak and hardly liked the
+coarse woollen shawl which had been so hospitably
+flung on to her shoulders.</p>
+
+<p>Just as she had with some difficulty found
+her luggage a very grand footman dressed in
+green plush came up, and touching his hat
+said "Pour le Chateau?"</p>
+
+<p>Beatrice said "Oui" in a very vague manner,
+and soon found herself rumbling along the
+streets of Paris in a very comfortable carriage
+with her luggage piled round her in a kind of
+pyramid and the friendly girl's shawl still
+clinging to her shoulders.</p>
+
+<p>Soon the vehicle reduced speed and all at
+once Beatrice found herself at the great entrance
+porch of "Le Chateau!"</p>
+
+<p>The footman rang the bell and then went
+away leaving Beatrice in a transport of fear
+and joy on the steps. Soon the door was
+opened by a very fat butler with powdered
+hair and a green plush uniform.</p>
+
+<p>"What can I do for you?" he asked with the
+air of a king.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh please I have come to stay" said Beatrice
+nervously.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Step inside," said the courtly butler.</p>
+
+<p>Beatrice did as she was bid and found herself
+in a most magnificent hall hung with rich
+velvet curtains and paved with Turkish carpets,
+and supported by gold and silver pillars.</p>
+
+<p>"What name?" enquired the butler.</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Langton," said Beatrice.</p>
+
+<p>The butler then lead her along costly corridoors
+and majestic looking passages and at
+last stopped at a door which he flung open and
+called in a powerful voice "Miss Langton!"</p>
+
+<p>A murmur arose at this announcement and
+in less than a minute Beatrice was in Mrs.
+Vindsor's arms being hugged to death almost.
+"My dear Beatrice!" she gasped when her
+kisses were exhausted "how pleased I am to
+see you! the steak has just gone down to be
+kept hot, come and see Clara."</p>
+
+<p>These comforting words soothed Beatrice,
+and then Clara came forward to greet her
+friend.</p>
+
+<p>Clara was a slight thin girl about 19 with
+very fair hair and blue eyes, she wore a blue
+satin dress trimmed with real Brussels lace in
+keeping with Le Chateau, and a spray of blue
+flowers in her hair.</p>
+
+<p>"My sisters will be down in one minute"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span>
+she said kindly "their maids are doing their
+hairs."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh I see," said Beatrice rapidly taking off
+her gloves and displaying with some pride her
+white smooth hands.</p>
+
+<p>"I suppose you are very tired," said Mrs.
+Vindsor giving the fire a poke with the toe of
+her shoe.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes I am," said Beatrice "it was very rough
+crossing."</p>
+
+<p>Just then the door opened and two girls entered
+about 22 and 24 in age. The eldest was
+by no means beautiful but she was intensely
+good. She had small black eyes and black hair
+which she wore in a most peculiar manner, it
+was cut in a fringe in front and gathered into
+a huge knob behind all except one piece which
+hung down her back and on the end of which
+a single red rose was attached. She was attired
+in yellow silk and was by no means courteous
+to Beatrice, her name was Honoria.</p>
+
+<p>The other girl was the most beautiful of the
+three. She had lovely brown hair and soft
+blue eyes fringed by sweet long lashes. Her
+nose and mouth were enough to attract an
+artist towards her; she was dressed in a lovely
+pink silk dress and her knob was arrayed by<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span>
+a pink feather. Her name was Margaret and
+she was known through all Paris as the "sweet
+young lady with the pathetic blue eyes!" and
+on the 20th of August (her birthday) not a
+single person omitted to give her a present.
+Beatrice thought her lovely and kissed her on
+both cheeks with hearty good cheer.</p>
+
+<p>And so ended Beatrice's first night at Le
+Chateau.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 7</h2>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> next morning Beatrice had a slight headache
+and did not rise till the breakfast gong
+sounded through the walls of the great castle.</div>
+
+<p>Just as she was ready her bedroom was
+opened and Margaret appeared.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Beatrice," she cried, "isn't it a lovely
+morning? Mama has just had a note asking
+us all to Mrs. Middle's garden party this
+afternoon, there will be a lot of English people
+there just arrived like yourself."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes very nice," said Beatrice and the two
+went down to breakfast together.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Vindsor and Honoria were already
+seated at the table enjoying the fragrant meal,
+but Clara had not yet come down.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"How late you are Margaret" protested Mrs.
+Vindsor.</p>
+
+<p>"I am sorry Mother" said Margaret cracking
+her egg.</p>
+
+<p>"So I should hope" said Honoria shaking
+her head so that the rose at the end of her
+tail swayed to and fro also.</p>
+
+<p>After the meal was over Clara proposed to
+take Beatrice for a walk in the gay town as
+Margaret was going to trim a hat for Mrs.
+Middle's garden party, and Honoria always
+did the housekeeping.</p>
+
+<p>Beatrice was delighted at the offer and soon
+joined Clara in the spacious hall.</p>
+
+<p>"We must go this way" said Clara "as I
+have to go the Bank for Mother."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh alright" said Beatrice taking Clara's
+arm.</p>
+
+<p>Then followed a little conversation about
+nothing in particular, and by the time they
+reached the Bank Beatrice had quite decided
+that though Clara was very pleasant and
+cheery she was not as nice as Margaret who
+was kindness itself to the strange English
+girl.</p>
+
+<p>"Would you like to walk up and down while
+I go into the Bank?" asked Clara.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Yes please," said Beatrice who by no means
+appreciated Banks, and so saying she left
+Clara in the office and walked along the gay
+street. She seemed very strange as she
+walked through the strange streets and was
+so taken with the fancy shops that she forgot
+all about Clara in the bank.</p>
+
+<p>"Dear me! what lovely gloves" she said as
+she stopped outside a large drapers shop "we
+dont have such things in England!"</p>
+
+<p>Just then somebody passed behind her and
+in so doing brushed against her dress. Beatrice
+at once looked round and there walking
+quietly in front as though nothing had happened
+was a man!</p>
+
+<p>Beatrice looked in amazement at the gentleman
+calmly receding up the road, and as she
+looked the form seemed to grow familiar in
+front of her eyes. Surely she had seen that
+navy blue suit before, that brown hat and
+those boots! Yes! the very walk was familiar
+to her. She knew that black curly hair and
+that well formed back again!&mdash;it was Lawrence
+Cathcart!</p>
+
+<p>Beatrice gave a low cry and covered her
+face with her hands.</p>
+
+<p>The man looked round and his eyes fell upon<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span>
+the figure of the unhappy Beatrice. He evidently
+recognized her for with a little hesitation
+he advanced towards her and taking her
+arm said not unkindly&mdash;"Come with me."</p>
+
+<p>"I can't" groaned Beatrice.</p>
+
+<p>"You must," said Lawrence.</p>
+
+<p>Beatrice could do no more but slowly and
+sadly she followed her enemy.</p>
+
+<p>Many thoughts flashed through her mind
+during that walk, thoughts that Beatrice will
+never forget.</p>
+
+<p>At last Lawrence stopped at an Inn door
+and he mounted the steps and walked in. Beatrice
+followed in silence.</p>
+
+<p>Presently Lawrence opened a door and the
+two went into a small but pretty bedroom.</p>
+
+<p>"Now," said Lawrence, turning the key in
+the door and looking kindly at Beatrice, "have
+you changed your mind since we last met?"</p>
+
+<p>The tears welled into Beatrice's blue eyes
+and rolled down her now death-like cheeks.
+"Lawrence," she sobbed at length, "I wish I
+could say I had, I almost love you Lawrence
+but I cannot marry you."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well" answered Lawrence drawing
+his lips tightly together, "I see my journey
+to France has been made in vain; I may add,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span>
+he continued "that I came here purposely to
+encounter you but all in vain! You have no
+real reason for not wishing to become my wife&mdash;it
+is not possible; but I will now flee from
+you and perhaps when I am laid upon my bed
+for the last time and Death has siezed me in
+its jaws you will repent of your past wrongs!!"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Lawrence!" Beatrice almost screamed
+in her agony "just one word before you go!"</p>
+
+<p>"Not one," replied Lawrence, and with these
+words upon his lips he left the unhappy Beatrice
+in a swoon upon his floor.</p>
+
+<p>Beatrice had given one hoarse scream as she
+fell to the floor, and it brought a couple of
+waiters to the room.</p>
+
+<p>"What is it?" asked one.</p>
+
+<p>"A young lady has fainted" said the other
+"run for the doctor quick."</p>
+
+<p>The next instant there was a regular crowd
+round Beatrice all intensely interested, and
+in less time than it takes to tell old Doctor
+Holden was bending over Beatrice's white
+rigid face.</p>
+
+<p>"She has had some shock I fear" said he feeling
+the thin white hand "can anyone in the
+crowd tell me where this lady lives?"</p>
+
+<p>There was no sound of a reply for the first<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span>
+few seconds and then came a faint "yes" from
+the back of the throng.</p>
+
+<p>"Come forward" cried the doctor. A rustling
+and a murmering of voices ensued and
+then the figure of a young girl rushed forward.
+It was Margaret Vindsor who had come out in
+search of Clara and fearing her to be lost had
+set out to find her.</p>
+
+<p>"Now" said Dr. Holden giving Margaret a
+chair, "are you any relation to this young
+lady, and where does she live?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Dr. Holden!" cried Margaret "she is
+a friend of ours and is on a visit to us&mdash;oh
+what shall I do? Oh poor Beatrice!!"</p>
+
+<p>"Why Miss Vindsor is it you?" Asked Dr.
+Holden in surprise "Waiter run for a cab,
+we must take these ladies back to Le Chateau."</p>
+
+<p>It was not long before the cab stopped at the
+Inn door and Dr. Holden assisted by two
+waiters lifted Beatrice into the cab and laid
+her gingerly on the seat, while Margaret speedily
+followed, and then the doctor himself
+jumped in and the downcast party drove back
+to Le Chateau.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER 8</h2>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Mrs. Vindsor</span> together with Honoria and
+Clara were waiting breathlessly in the hall
+when the cab drove up. Honoria flew to the
+door and the minute she caught sight of the
+unconscious Beatrice and her sister's pale face
+she gave a loud scream and tore rapidly to her
+bedroom. Beatrice was carried to her bedroom
+at once and the doctor soon left after
+leaving his directions.</div>
+
+<p>Margaret was in a great state of anxiety,
+but possessing more self control than the rest
+of the family she was appointed nurse. Beatrice
+with the aid of salts and mustard plasters
+soon came to herself, but Lawrence Cathcart
+had done his work&mdash;rheumatic fever set
+in and for many days Beatrice hung between
+life and death. Mr. and Mrs. Langton were
+sent for and duly arrived but to no one would
+Beatrice confide the mystery of her illness.
+The more she thought of it the more ill she became
+and Honoria prayed a good deal. By
+the time she was able to get up her mind was
+made up. She would look for Lawrence Cathcart,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span>
+ask his pardon and become his wife. Life
+offered naught else.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 9</h2>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Ten</span> years have passed since the events recorded
+in my last chapter took place, and
+Beatrice now a woman of 28, is fair and blooming
+as ever but with an anxious care-worn expression
+round her face. She no longer lives
+in the pretty cottage in Senbury Glen for Mr.
+Langton has lost a great deal of money farming,
+and he and his family have changed their
+quarters and live in a dingy little house in a
+London back street. It would take too long
+to relate all that has happened in the last
+years, so I will describe the events as briefly
+as possible. To begin with little Tina who
+was always a delicate child has died within
+the last four years and rests in the churchyard
+at Senbury Glen. Mary and Lily have had
+to leave school early and Mary, a girl of
+twenty is taking lessons in painting while Lily
+stays at home.</div>
+
+<p>One thing I must not omit to mention is that
+Beatrice is still on the look out for Lawrence<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span>
+Cathcart but fears she will never find him.</p>
+
+<p>One Spring morning Beatrice comes down
+to breakfast and finds Mrs. Langton busy with
+some papers.</p>
+
+<p>"Well mother" she says sadly for her merry
+tone has completely deserted her, "have you
+heard of anything I can do to earn my living?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes dear I think so" replies Mrs. Langton
+glancing nervously at the manuscript in her
+hand, "you were always fond of nursing were
+you not Beatrice?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes mother, ever since I had that illness"
+answeres Beatrice "it was poor Margaret
+Vindsor who put the idea in my head."</p>
+
+<p>"Poor Margaret" says Mrs. Langton, for
+Margaret may be numbered among the dead.</p>
+
+<p>"Well mother what about me?" asks Beatrice
+presently.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh I was forgetting" answers Mrs. Langton
+"I have heard from Captain Harsh and
+he says if I care to let you go to India he has
+a capital place for you as a military hospital
+nurse."</p>
+
+<p>"To attend to the soldiers wounded in battle?"
+asks Beatrice.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes dear" replies Mrs. Langton, "I will
+read you the letter&mdash;"Madam; Hearing of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span>
+your daughter's wish to become a hospital
+nurse, I beg to offer my services. If you do
+not object to soldiers I have a lovely place out
+here in India where her only work will be to
+attend to the soldiers in their bungalows
+either in the night or day as her turn comes
+round. She will live with the other nurses
+in a comfortable house not far from the battle
+field. She will be expected to bring her own
+clothes, cups, plates and knives etc: She must
+be cheerful and kind and must make herself
+obliging to the soldiers. I will expect her by
+the next mail.</p>
+
+<div class='sig'>
+<span style="margin-right: 6em;">Believe me, Madam,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-right: 4em;">Yours very sincerely,</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">George Harsh</span> (Captain of<br />the 109th Regiment.)<br />
+</div>
+
+<p>"That sounds very nice mother" answers
+Beatrice "I think I will go."</p>
+
+<p>"What about the character you are expected
+to have?" says Mrs. Langton artfully.</p>
+
+<p>"I think I am both cheerful and kind" says
+Beatrice hotly "and as to being obliging to the
+soldiers, anybody could do that."</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps so," smiles Mrs. Langton, "then I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span>
+will write to Captain Harsh and say you will
+go by the next mail."</p>
+
+<p>For many days after this Beatrice is busy
+preparing for the voyage. And at last the
+eventful day arrives and Beatrice clad for the
+first time in her nurse's costume steps on
+board the Victory which is to take her to the
+wonderful city of Calcutta.</p>
+
+<p>"Poor Mr. Langton gets quite frantic as he
+waves his red pocket handkerchief wildly to
+his beloved daughter for the last time, and
+Mrs. Langton faints on the pier and has to be
+carried away, which sets the helpless Beatrice
+sobbing as though her heart would break and
+she shouts messages till she is hoarse and then
+sheds many tears which continue on and off
+till she reaches Calcutta, when the sight of
+two pleasant nurses dressed like herself, quite
+cheers her up.</p>
+
+<p>She advances bashfully towards them and
+says in meek submissive tones "if you please
+are you military hospital nurses?"</p>
+
+<p>"We are," replies the tallest of the two "our
+names are Nurse Elsie and Nurse Brandon;
+of course there is no need to say that I am
+Nurse Brandon."</p>
+
+<p>"Of course not" say Beatrice.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"And you are Nurse Mildred I presume"
+asks Nurse Brandon, gently nudging Nurse
+Elsie to join in the conversation.</p>
+
+<p>"No my name is Beatrice Langton" replies
+Beatrice.</p>
+
+<p>"I know" says Nurse Brandon, "but you will
+be known as Nurse Mildred in the wards."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh I see" answers Beatrice glancing at
+Nurse Elsie whom she thinks she will like
+better than the former.</p>
+
+<p>"And now" says Nurse Brandon "we will
+take you to the Residency; Nurse Elsie kindly
+lead the way."</p>
+
+<p>The nurse does as she is told and the three
+walk on together. At last they reach a large
+building of yellow brick with a placcard on
+the door on which is engraved "Nurses' Residence."
+Nurse Elsie opens the door and leads
+the way to a large airy room in which some
+dozen nurses are having tea.</p>
+
+<p>"This is Nurse Mildred," announces Nurse
+Brandon in loud tones, and then seating herself
+at the table she continues "Nurse Mildred
+you will sit next Nurse Helen tonight."</p>
+
+<p>Beatrice gazes vaguely round the room wondering
+which is Nurse Helen, when suddenly
+a pretty nurse with chestnut hair and blue<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span>
+eyes jumps up and announces that she is Nurse
+Helen and takes Beatrice to her place. The
+tea is good and there is plenty of it, and together
+with thick bread and butter and coffee
+if preferred to tea, Beatrice thinks it is not a
+bad meal. After tea Nurse Brandon shows
+Beatrice to her room and tells her she need
+not begin work till to-morrow.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 10</h2>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> time speeds rapidly on and Beatrice is
+now counted as quite an old nurse. She finds
+her work in the bungalows very pleasant and
+the soldiers find her most obliging. She works
+hard and is never tempted to grumble.</div>
+
+<p>One day just as she is settling down to write
+after tea, after a hard day's work, Nurse Helen
+looks in at the door. "Nurse Mildred," she
+exclaims "you are to go at once to Bungalow
+number 5; a wounded soldier has just been
+taken there and is very ill I fear."</p>
+
+<p>Beatrice jumps up and putting on her bonnet
+walks quickly to the 5th bungalow. It is
+a little white one on the outskirts of the
+jungle and close to the battle field, and in it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span>
+there is a bed, two chairs, a jug, basin and
+table. Beatrice takes hold of a small cup
+and measures some ointment into it, and then
+taking a sponge bathes the man's wounds. He
+is a very thin man with long slender hands
+and black hair and eyes, and at a first glance
+Beatrice sees that he is on the point of death.
+She does all she can for him and then at his
+wish reads some Holy Scriptures to him.
+Then seeing his eyes droop she goes to the
+other end of the bungalow and waits.</p>
+
+<p>Presently she hears a weak voice say "Beatrice!"</p>
+
+<p>She starts, it is a long time since that name
+has fallen on her ears. "Beatrice, dont you
+know me?" says the voice once more.</p>
+
+<p>In a minute Beatrice is at his side clasping
+his hand in hers. "Oh Lawrence, Lawrence!"
+she cries.</p>
+
+<p>Then there is silence. "Lawrence can you
+ever forgive me?" moans Beatrice at last.</p>
+
+<p>"Forgive you my darling? It is the one
+thing I have lived for" says Lawrence.</p>
+
+<p>"Accept me as your lawful wife," cries Beatrice
+bending over him.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes darling, yes," says Lawrence faintly.
+He then tells her in a few words how in despair<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span>
+he had given up everything and gone
+into the Army and lived only long enough to
+forgive Beatrice, for that day he had received
+his death wound in a sharp battle with the
+enemy.</p>
+
+<p>"And now," he adds, "I shall die happy, and
+will you remember in after years (for I shall
+not live to) how here it was our hearts were
+re-united&mdash;once more joined together, here it
+was I accepted you for my wife, and here it is
+therefore that Love lies Deepest!"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh my dear!" groans Beatrice heavily,
+"Lawrence, here is what I was going to have
+given you at the French Inn," and she presses
+a pair of gold links into his dying hand.</p>
+
+<p>He smiles back at her and says "keep them
+darling as a remembrance of me."</p>
+
+<p>Beatrice's only answer is a wild kiss, the
+last Lawrence will ever receive, the memory of
+which follows him to Eternity, the next minute
+he falls back with a groan.</p>
+
+<p>Beatrice stands for a rigid moment and then
+falls prone beside the bed.</p>
+
+<p>And there is only one in all this wide world
+who knows for certain if Lawrence Cathcart
+died a happy death.</p>
+
+
+<h3>THE END</h3>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE HANGMAN'S DAUGHTER</h2>
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span></p>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>PART I</h2>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 1</h2>
+
+<h3>PROLOGUE</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">John Winston</span> had entered into manhood with
+every prospect of a bright and brilliant future.</div>
+
+<p>His parents had died leaving him a nice little
+legacy and a great deal of land for farming
+But with all this good fortune, things did not
+seem to go right with him.</p>
+
+<p>To begin with, he was idle and did not care
+for farming, so he let land waste away till it
+was good for nothing, and was forced to sell it.
+He then encountered a severe loss of money,
+and by degrees sank lower and lower in the
+world till he at last found himself a penniless
+man with barely enough to keep a roof over
+his head.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>His only resourse then was marriage.
+There were plenty of rich girls about whose
+parents would be glad to find a suitable husband
+for them. John Winston was suitable
+enough, for he was good looking, witty, and
+had a certain amount of good sense; but his
+kind heart would not allow him to fall in love
+with these girls merely on account of their
+riches, so had to look out for someone he really
+loved.</p>
+
+<p>During these explorations he met Helen
+Carline, a young girl, poor, and with no relations
+in the world. She was wondrously
+pretty with a profusion of fluffy golden hair
+and sad blue eyes which spoke all their
+thoughts.</p>
+
+<p>Of course John Winston fell in love with
+her at once and proposed accordingly. After
+a little hesitation she accepted and John Winston's
+joy was beautiful to witness.</p>
+
+<p>The married couple took a little cottage on
+the outskirts of the Malvern Hills and engaged
+one servant Jane Marshland, by name, about
+whom we shall hear more later on.</p>
+
+<p>In the spring of the following year a little
+girl was born as a crowning joy to the young
+husband and wife.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>But three months afterwards Mrs. Winston
+died of fever, which she caught when visiting
+a gipsy encampment near her home. So at
+an early age, little Helen, (for that was the
+child's name) was left without a mother, but
+she lacked no love or tenderness, for Mr. Winston's
+only care was for his beloved child,
+and Jane Marshland now the nurse, did every
+thing she could for the child's health and
+comfort.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Winston had to give up his dear little
+home, and retire with Jane and his baby to
+lodgings in London till he heard of some employment.</p>
+
+<p>At last he found something not very satisfactory,
+but as nothing else offered he decided
+to take it. It was to perform the office of
+hangman in a small country town in Hants by
+the name of Kenalham.</p>
+
+<p>It was not a nice position to be in certainly,
+and Mr. Winston's nerves were not strong, but
+the payment was good, and after all only about
+two people were hung a year at Kenalham.</p>
+
+<p>So with a sinking heart Mr. Winston packed
+up his goods and departed with his child and
+servant to the little cottage in Kenalham, already
+furnished for him. It was a nice little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span>
+house and Mr. Winston smiled as he entered
+the drawing room, "after all" he said to Jane,
+"so few people are hung here that nearly all
+my time will be devoted to my darling Helen,"
+and he kissed the rosy face of the child.</p>
+
+<p>So, now having explained the position of my
+story I will skip over a few years and go on
+again at the time when Helen had grown up
+into a charming sweet mannered girl.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 2</h2>
+
+<h3>THE COTTAGE BY THE HILL</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> little village of Kenalham was situated in
+the south of Hants and lay at the bottom of
+some picturesquely grouped hills.</div>
+
+<p>No river watered the little town, but a broad
+stream wound through the neighbouring
+medows giving a rich green shade to the grass
+on its banks; the high green hills stood out
+clear and tall against the blue sky, and the
+ruins of an old castle on the top of one of the
+heights gave a strange weird appearance. To
+add to the strangeness of this little scene, at
+the bottom of the very hill on which the ruins
+stood was a villa of the modern kind nestling<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span>
+amidst a woody dell of beach trees. This was
+no other than the residence of Mr. John Winston
+and his daughter Helen, and it went by
+the name of "Beach Dale."</p>
+
+<p>It was a charming little house and had the
+preveleage of possessing a beautiful view both
+back and front. The front looked out across
+miles of woodland scenery with no sign of human
+inhabetance any where safe a single cottage
+which stood out like a white speck among
+the greenness which surrounded it.</p>
+
+<p>The back looked out on the lovely blue hills,
+and far away in the distant loomed the white
+cliffs of Portsmouth.</p>
+
+<p>Having now given the reader a correct idea
+of the surroundings of "Beach Dale" I will
+endevour to describe Helen Winston.</p>
+
+<p>At the time my story opens, our heroine was
+a charming young lady of nineteen years. She
+had an abundance of dark brown, almost black
+hair, curling gracefully over her forehead.
+Her beautiful brown eyes were headed by
+well marked eye brows of a lovely black; her
+complexion was like that of a blush rose and
+her pretty little nose and mouth added to the
+charm of her features.</p>
+
+<p>Here character I will leave to be found out<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span>
+and only say that she was passionately fond
+of her father and devoted all her life solely to
+him.</p>
+
+<p>Trouble and care had made Mr. Winston
+look old before his time. He was only 54, yet
+his hair and beard were completely grey. He
+had a kind quiet face and blue eyes, he had
+a rather wide mouth with a nervous twitch at
+each corner. He fully returned his daughter's
+love and considering he had taught her entirely
+himself she was comparatively cleaver
+girl.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 3</h2>
+
+<h3>THE SECRET SAFE</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">During</span> all the years Mr. Winston had lived in
+Kenalham he had only made one friend a Mr.
+Cyril Sheen. He was thirty years of age and
+a bachelor. He too had no friends in the village
+but Mr. Winston, so he was constantly at
+"Beach Dale." He was very fond of Helen
+and had often attempted to make love to her,
+but she was so completely innocent of his intentions
+that he felt quite bashful and dare
+not begin.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span></div>
+
+<p>One morning, early in May, Mr. Winston
+and his daughter were just finishing their
+breakfast when Marshland came in with a
+letter which she handed to her master.</p>
+
+<p>"A letter?" said Mr. Winston opening his
+eyes, "who can it be from?"</p>
+
+<p>"Business, father I'm sure" replied Helen
+with a smile.</p>
+
+<p>"I think not" said Mr. Winston wisely and
+he proceeded to tear open the envelope and
+persue its contents.</p>
+
+<p>As he read the letter his face became first
+thoughtful, then puzzled and then it broke
+into a smile and lastly Mr. Winston burst into
+a fit of laughter and took a sip of his untasted
+tea. He then turned to his daughter for the
+first time.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you know who this is from, Helen?"
+he said.</p>
+
+<p>"No father I don't" answered Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps it will need a little explanation"
+replied Mr. Winston. "You have heard me
+speak of your cousins the Lincarrols haven't
+you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes I know" said Helen "they are very
+rich aren't they?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes" said Mr. Winston slowly, "very."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Well father what about them?" said Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Did I ever mention Gladys to you," enquired
+Mr. Winston.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes" said Helen, "she is the pretty one
+isn't she?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes she is quite the "flower of the flock"
+I belive" replied Mr. Winston; "the others are
+decidedly plain."</p>
+
+<p>"Well what about Gladys?" enquired
+Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Well she is going to be married shortly,
+and so she proposes coming here next week
+for a little while and bring her future husband
+with her. What do you say to that?" asked
+Mr. Winston.</p>
+
+<p>Helen's pretty face was beaming with novelty
+and pleasure.</p>
+
+<p>"How lovely father" she gasped; I do hope
+she will be nice."</p>
+
+<p>"What about a bedroom for her?" said Mr.
+Winston.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! there's the little attic in the loft" replied
+Helen. "I'm sure that is good enough."</p>
+
+<p>"What about the furniture for it? at present
+it is completely bare and full of cobwebs,"
+said Mr. Winston.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"I forgot about that," said Helen. "Well
+she can Have the best bedroom."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes" said Mr. Winston "but where is the
+young man to go?"</p>
+
+<p>"What young man?" said Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"James Palsey" said Mr. Winston referring
+to the letter in his hand.</p>
+
+<p>Helen's face fell and her eyes filled with
+tears. "I'm afraid father" she said "we shall
+have to refuse them, for if the attic has to
+be used I certainly have no money to furnish
+it with and I know you have not."</p>
+
+<p>"Don't make too sure my lass" said her
+father, "wait a little."</p>
+
+<p>He got up as he spoke and taking a small
+key from his pocket went towards the left
+hand corner of the mantlepiece.</p>
+
+<p>"Come closer Helen, come closer," he said
+keeping his eyes on his daughter.</p>
+
+<p>Helen followed her father closely, her eyes
+with a startled expression in them and her
+lips quivering with emotion. Mr. Winston
+lifted a portion of the red velvit curtain which
+screaned the fire place, and then to Helen
+said:</p>
+
+<p>"Do you notice anything peculiar about this
+part of the wall, my child."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"No father, except that there is a little hole
+just in the middle," replied Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Ah! you notice that?" said Mr. Winston.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes" said Helen under her breath.</p>
+
+<p>"Now watch me" said Mr. Winston.</p>
+
+<p>Helen needed no second bidding; her eyes
+seemed riveted to the little hole.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Winston placed the key into the hole
+and turned it twice round. Immeadiately a
+little spring door flew open displaying two well
+constructed shelves of solid oak.</p>
+
+<p>"This is my secret safe," said Mr. Winston,
+"known to no one but myself."</p>
+
+<p>"Father!" cried Helen catching hold of his
+arm.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't get excited, Helen" said her father.
+"I am going to disclose all the secrets of this
+safe to you. Do you perceive that the top
+shelf is faced in by a thin wire gauze with a
+handle to the left hand side?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes father" replied Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, nobody can get at the contents of
+that shelf without my knowing it."</p>
+
+<p>"Why father?" asked Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Because there are two ways of opening it.
+Try to open it yourself and then I will explain
+it to you" said Mr. Winston.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Helen with nervous fingers took hold of the
+handle and turned it; the gauze door flew open
+and at the same time a bell began to ring loud
+and furiously.</p>
+
+<p>Helen drew back in amazement.</p>
+
+<p>Cant Marshland hear it. "Why doesn't she
+come up" asked Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"She would not trouble to come up for she
+knows my secret" said Mr. Winston.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! I see" said Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Well to proceed" said Mr. Winston. "If
+Marshland or I heard that bell we should know
+the safe was being robbed and come up at
+once."</p>
+
+<p>"Of course" said Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"But there is another way of opening the
+safe known only to me" said Mr. Winston closing
+the gauze door; try any way you like to
+open that door I don't think you will find the
+right way."</p>
+
+<p>Helen pushed and banged at the door trying
+every way, but in vain, the door would not move.</p>
+
+<p>"Now I will show the right way," said Mr.
+Winston, as he spoke he placed his thumb on
+a brass nail and the gauze door rose, instead of
+opening, and without any noise displayed the
+contents of the secret safe.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"How wonderfull" said Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Would you like to see the contents?" said
+Mr. Winston.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! yes father" replied Helen.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Winston put his hand on the shelf and
+brought out a leather bag.</p>
+
+<p>"It is full of gold" he said weighing it in his
+hand, "the savings of a life time."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh father" gasped Helen.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Winston took out 10 gold peices and the
+rest he left in the bag "this will pay for the
+furnishing of the attic" he said.</p>
+
+<p>"So it will" said Helen brightly.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Winston put the bag back and took out
+a little ivory box and displayed some magnificent
+jewilery to his daughter's dazzled eyes,
+"this was all all left to you by your mother's
+will," he said.</p>
+
+<p>"Really!" said Helen, "I can't belive it."</p>
+
+<p>The jewils consisted of two broachs, one set
+entirely in diamonds, the other a horseshow set
+in rubies; a gold watch, chain and seals; a
+nexlet of pearls and a gold bracelet fastenned
+with a ruby heart.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Winston placed the bracelet on Helen's
+slender arm; "this" he said "was to be given
+you in your nineteenth year, the other jewils<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span>
+by your mother's will will be given to you
+when you come of age.</p>
+
+<p>"How lovely" cried Helen glancing at the
+circlet of gold on her wrist.</p>
+
+<p>"I will now lock up the rest of the things"
+said Mr. Winston "and mind Helen, not a
+word of this is ever to be revealed."</p>
+
+<p>"Never father" said Helen kissing him.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Winston had barely shut the safe and
+closed the curtain when the door opened and
+in came Cyril Sheene.</p>
+
+<p>"Good morning Winston" he cried hastily,
+"I thought I'd just pop in and see if Helen
+would come out with me."</p>
+
+<p>"Why Cyril we didn't expect you half so
+early" said Helen blushing.</p>
+
+<p>"No I'm sure you didn't replied Cyril, "but
+you will come out wont you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh certainly" said Helen and she ran up
+to get her hat.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 4</h2>
+
+<h3>THE PROPOSAL</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Cyril Sheene</span>, as I have already said was
+thirty years of age and a bachelor.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span></div>
+
+<p>He was short and fat and had fair sleek
+hair parted in the middle, mild blue eyes and
+a silly sort of expression all over his face.</p>
+
+<p>In ten minutes Helen came down again in
+a neatly fitting grey jacket and a large straw
+hat with a few scarlet poppies trailing over
+the brim. She looked very pretty and Cyril's
+face shone with pleasure as he regarded her.</p>
+
+<p>"Wont you come out father?" asked Helen,
+"I suppose we are going on the hills are'nt we
+Cyril?"</p>
+
+<p>"I thought we might go and sit by the old
+castle, it is such a glorious day" responded
+Cyril.</p>
+
+<p>"Do come father" said Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't think I can" said Mr. Winston
+"I must go to the town this morning"</p>
+
+<p>"Very well" said Helen; and then while
+Cyril Sheene was looking for his stick, she
+seized an opportunity to ask her father "shall
+I tell Cyril about Gladys coming?" "Yes" replied
+Mr. Winston "but mind not a word about
+the safe." "Oh no" answered Helen, and then
+with a lively little jump she ran after Cyril
+who was already walking down the garden
+path.</p>
+
+<p>It was a perfect morning, the sun shone<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span>
+brightly, lighting up all the scenery around;
+the birds were singing in the beach trees close
+by and the rippling of the little stream was as
+sweet music to the ear.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you know Helen, I had an engagement
+in London today, but I put it off to come out
+with you" said Cyril, as they commenced to
+climb the hill.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh indeed!" replied Helen "that was very
+kind of you."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh no" answered Cyril "I would far rather
+be out here than in London."</p>
+
+<p>"I quite agree with you there" said Helen
+"it would be horrid to be in smoky London
+today."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes" said Cyril "especially without you."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh rubbish" laughed Helen and she
+stooped down to pick a buttercup.</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed it is not rubbish" replied Cyril
+"when a man loves, he finds it hard to be away
+from the object of his love."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh does he?" said Helen "but then I am
+not the object of your love."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes you are Helen," said Cyril, making an
+attempt to squeaze her hand.</p>
+
+<p>"My dear boy" said Helen, "I do wish you
+would not talk such nonsense."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Excuse me" answered Cyril, getting rather
+red "I am a man."</p>
+
+<p>"Are you really?" said Helen carelessly.</p>
+
+<p>"Now look here Helen, don't be aggrivating"
+said the lover "you know quite well I love
+you and why I have come up here."</p>
+
+<p>They had reached the castle now and sat
+down by the ruined walls.</p>
+
+<p>"Why have I come up here?" asked Cyril
+again.</p>
+
+<p>"I suppose because it is more breezy than
+the town" replied Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't be silly Helen" said Cyril pulling up
+a tuft of grass.</p>
+
+<p>"I am not the least silly" said Helen smiling
+beneath her handkerchief.</p>
+
+<p>"No of course you're not darling" cried
+Cyril putting his arm round her waist.</p>
+
+<p>"You mustn't call me "darling" Cyril" replied
+the girl shyly.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes I must" said Cyril getting a little
+closer.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh well for once in a way perhaps it does'nt
+matter" said Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Well the long and the short of it is Helen"
+said Cyril "I want to marry you?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Really" said Helen "you've been long
+enough getting to the point."</p>
+
+<p>"Have I?" said Cyril shyly "well now that
+I have come to it, do you love me enough to
+marry me?"</p>
+
+<p>"Ye-es" replied Helen slowly.</p>
+
+<p>"You seem rather doubtful" said Cyril.</p>
+
+<p>"It's best to be so at first" replied Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Not in my case surely" answered Cyril, "oh
+Helen do say yes and make me a happy man."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes" murmered Helen softly.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh you angel" gasped Cyril "do you really
+mean it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Of course I do" said Helen, "and I <i>do</i> love
+you Cyril."</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you so much" said Cyril "well now
+let's hurry home and ask your father I'm in
+such a terrific hurry."</p>
+
+<p>"Don't be absurd" said Helen "I want to
+stay in the sunshine."</p>
+
+<p>"Anything to please you dear" said Cyril re-seating
+himself on the grass.</p>
+
+<p>"Cyril, I think you'll make a model husband"
+said Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm sure I will" laughed Cyril and with
+that they got up to walk home.</p>
+
+<p>At the bottom of the hill they spied Mr.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span>
+Winston. He looked up as he saw them coming
+and waved his hand furiously.</p>
+
+<p>When they met Mr. Winston he turned directly
+to Helen, "what do you think Helen,
+I've furnished the attic all by myself, the only
+thing Marshland did was to scrub the floor and
+nail up the curtains."</p>
+
+<p>"How nice" said Helen "but father I've
+something far more important to tell you."</p>
+
+<p>"Dont say it my child" said the old man
+"your faces tell me what it is and I give my
+consent on the spot."</p>
+
+<p>And he plunged his stick into the ground to
+mark the vehemance of his words.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 5</h2>
+
+<h3>GLADYS LINCARROL</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> week that followed that day was a happy
+one indeed. Helen and Cyril were more together
+than ever and then too each day
+brought it nearer to when Gladys was to
+come.</div>
+
+<p>At last Monday morning came, and Helen
+was so excited she could hardly eat her dinner,
+and Mr. Winston got quite cross when<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span>
+she refused some beautiful cherry pie.</p>
+
+<p>"Do hurry up father" exclaimed Helen at
+last, "I want to have the room nice and tidy
+for Gladys and Mr. Palsey."</p>
+
+<p>"My dear I wont starve for any amount of
+grand ladies" replied Mr. Winston heartily.</p>
+
+<p>Helen smiled languidly and began to arrange
+the flower stand by the window.</p>
+
+<p>At 4 o'clock precisely a dainty little dog cart
+drew up at Beach Dale. Helen, peeping from
+behind the drawing room curtains, saw, first
+a tall man dressed in a blue suit and black
+hat and gloves, jump down from the cart and
+hold out his hand to a young lady who tripped
+lightly down and tossed a silver coin to the
+coachman.</p>
+
+<p>The next moment the drawing room door
+was flung open and Marshland's clear voice
+was heard announcing, "Miss Lincarrol&mdash;Mr.
+Palsey."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh dear Gladys, I am so delighted to see
+you" cried Helen in her sweetest tones.</p>
+
+<p>"And I am equally glad to meet you" cried
+Gladys, "and allow me to introduce my future
+husband James Palsey."</p>
+
+<p>"How do you do" said Mr. Palsey gravely as
+he held out his well gloved hand.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>At that minute Mr. Winston entered the
+room dressed in his best things.</p>
+
+<p>"Well Gladys my dear and how are you he
+cried cheerfully "what a big person you are
+to be sure, quite half a head taller than Helen
+I declare."</p>
+
+<p>Gladys laughed affectedly and held out her
+small hand; she then introduced Mr. Palsey,
+who, during all this merriment had stood as
+grave as a judge.</p>
+
+<p>"Do come and have some food pleaded
+Helen pointing to the dainty little equipage
+already set out on a bamboo table by the
+open window.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh thank you" said Gladys and she began
+to take off her gloves and turn up her veil
+preparatory to eating.</p>
+
+<p>"Wont you take a seat Mr. Palsey?" asked
+Helen as she poured out the tea.</p>
+
+<p>"Thanks" replied the gentleman and he sat
+down on the edge of a whicker chair. Here
+will be a good opportunity to describe Gladys
+Lincarrol and her young man.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Palsey was a tall broad shouldered man
+about 37, with a solemn face and large hands.
+His black hair was curly and plentiful and his
+small green eyes twinkled queerly if he was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span>
+at all pleased. He was attired in blue, as I
+said before and in addition to this he wore patent
+leather boots and a crimson tie.</p>
+
+<p>Gladys was also tall, but very slim. She
+had golden hair with a reddish tinge and blue
+eyes. She was very pale and her mouth had
+a peculiar twitch of conciet. She wore a lovely
+pink muslin dress and kid gloves to match. A
+large white hat adorned her pretty head, and
+she wore a bunch of violets at her neck.</p>
+
+<p>Tea over, Helen proposed a stroll around
+the village.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes, that will be very nice, dont you
+think so Jim?" asked Gladys.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes I do, thanks" replied Mr. Palsey.</p>
+
+<p>So the trio linked arms and walked slowly
+down the garden path, and Mr. Winston settled
+himself comfortably once more and prepared
+to read the "Star."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 6</h2>
+
+<h3>A DISSOPOINTING LETTER</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">He</span> had barely got through the first paragraph
+when Marshland entered with a letter.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span></div>
+
+<p>"For you sir" she said placing it on her
+master's lap.</p>
+
+<p>"Thanks" said Mr. Winston opening the envelope
+as he spoke.</p>
+
+<p>The letter ran thus:</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+<div class='right'>
+H. M. Prison,<br />
+Warwick.<br />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dear Sir</span>,</p>
+
+<p>You are requested to come up here by the
+first train tomorrow morning to hang Mr.
+Smith, who has lately murdered his wife and
+three children. It is a serious case, and I am
+sure you will sympathize.</p>
+
+<div class='sig'>
+<span style="margin-right: 8em;">Belive me dear sir</span><br />
+<span style="margin-right: 8em;">Yours etc</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">C. L. Porter</span> (head warder of the<br />county prison).<br />
+</div>
+
+<p>To. J. Winston Esq: Beach Dale, Kenalham
+Hants.</p></div>
+
+<p>Mr. Winston sighed as he closed the letter.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh dear oh dear" he cried, "here I have to
+leave my happy home, just when Gladys and
+James have arrived, Marshland" he added.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes sir" said the servant coming forward.</p>
+
+<p>"I shall have to leave home early tomorrow"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span>
+said Mr. Winston "how will you get on
+with out me?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh sir, I think we shall get on all right"
+responded Marshland "I'll keep an eye on the
+young ladies and Mr. Palsey will cheer them
+up I know."</p>
+
+<p>"I dont know that" said Mr. Winston "he
+seems a very dull gentleman."</p>
+
+<p>"Do he really sir" said Marshland "well I'm
+sure I'm very sad."</p>
+
+<p>"But do you think you can mannage without
+me? I shall not be away more than three
+days" asked Mr. Winston.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes sir, dont you fret" replied Marshland
+and now is there anything I can do for
+you?"</p>
+
+<p>"No nothing thank you" said Mr. Winston
+"but when the young ladies and Mr. Palsey
+come in, send Miss Helen to me."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes sir" said Marshland quitting the room.</p>
+
+<p>Barely had the door closed on Marshlands
+comely figure, when it opened again and Cyril
+Sheene came bounding in.</p>
+
+<p>"Hullo Winston" he cried "I heard you had
+some friends down, so I thought I'd just drop
+in and be introduced."</p>
+
+<p>"They're all out at present" said Mr. Winston<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span>
+with a vain attempt at a smile, "sit down
+wont you they'll be in soon."</p>
+
+<p>Cyril flung himself down in an arm chair
+and then glanced at Mr. Winston.</p>
+
+<p>"Why Winston old fellow" he cried, you
+dont look yourself, is anything up?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh nothing said Mr. Winston tapping the
+table nervously."</p>
+
+<p>"Now look here" said Cyril "you cant get
+round me like that, I know something is
+wrong, you might as well tell me."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well Cyril I'll tell you" said Mr. Winston
+and he handed the letter to Cyril, who
+read it carefully through. As he did so a
+marked change came over his face, a change
+from a pleasant faced young man to that of
+a stern, cold, yet pleased person.</p>
+
+<p>"So you're off tomorrow?" remarked he as
+he folded the paper.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes I suppose so" said Mr. Winston.</p>
+
+<p>"How you must feel leaving the girls all
+alone" said Cyril.</p>
+
+<p>"I do" said Mr. Winston, "but I know
+Marshland will take good care of them and
+you'll look in wont you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well I was about to suggest going up with
+you" said Cyril "I know a few friends in Warwick<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span>
+and you'd be all the better for a companion."</p>
+
+<p>"It is kind of you Cyril" said Mr. Winston
+"but I'd rather you stopped to take care of
+Helen."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Helen will be all right with Marshland
+and Mr. Palsey in the house" said Cyril "I
+think you need me more."</p>
+
+<p>"I suppose I do" replied Mr. Winston "but
+my poor little Helen."</p>
+
+<p>"Well I'll stay if you like, but you wont
+be away more than three days and what Helen
+wants with me hanging about I dont know."
+said Cyril.</p>
+
+<p>"Well I'll take your advice and accept you
+as a companion, and thanks a thousand times
+Cyril" replied Mr. Winston.</p>
+
+<p>At that moment the door opened and Helen
+came running in.</p>
+
+<p>"Well father dear" she said, "I was told you
+wanted me, so I just came down while Gladys
+changes her dress."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes dear" said Mr. Winston I am afraid
+I have some rather bad news for you."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh dear father what is it?" exclaimed
+Helen kneeling down by the chair.</p>
+
+<p>"I must go to Warwick early to-morrow<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span>
+dear on a hanging matter" replied Mr. Winston
+"I shall be back in three days."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh father" cried Helen "just when Gladys
+and Mr. Palsey have come down Oh I am
+sorry" and her pretty eyes filled with tears.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes dear I am sorry too" remarked Mr.
+Winston slowly, "but you'll be all right wont
+you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes father" said Helen "I was not
+thinking of myself, but it always knocks you
+up so, and just when we're all so happy."</p>
+
+<p>"Well Cyril has offered to go with me and
+keep me company" said Mr. Winston "you
+wont miss him much will you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Cyril I am glad" exclaimed Helen. "I
+feel far easier now, you'll take such care of
+father I know."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes Helen I will" said Cyril folding Helen
+in his arms and kissing her forehead.</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you Cyril" said Helen returning her
+lover's kiss.</p>
+
+<p>Soon after Gladys and Mr. Palsey came in,
+and a merry farewell evening was spent, Cyril
+at the head of the fun.</p>
+
+<p>Next morning Helen was up early toasting
+some bread for her father's breakfast; she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span>
+made the table and room as cosy as she could
+and then waited her fathers coming down.</p>
+
+<p>He came at last looking worn and pale but
+he enjoyed his meal and cheered up a little
+as he ate it.</p>
+
+<p>"Now dear, is your portmanteau ready?" enquired
+Helen trying hard to keep back her
+tears.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes dear quite" returned the father "and
+Cyril will meet me at the station you know."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes he told me so" replied Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Well goodbye darling, keep a good heart
+and I'll be back on Thursday at the latest"
+said Mr. Winston.</p>
+
+<p>"Goodbye dear father" rejoined the girl
+"I'll try and be cheerful but it is hard you
+know."</p>
+
+<p>"I know it dear" said Mr. Winston and
+then turning to Marshland he added "goodbye
+Marshland, take good care of the young
+ladies and keep an eye on Mr. Palsey."</p>
+
+<p>"I will sir" returned Marshland and then
+she and Helen stood at the door the latter
+waving her handkerchief to the dear father
+who was never more to enter his happy home
+in Kenalham.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER 7</h2>
+
+<h3>THE ALARM</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Helen Winston</span> found it very hard to be
+merry without her father, but she did her best
+and Gladys took her little attentions very
+kindly.</div>
+
+<p>"What do you propose doing now? she asked
+when breakfast was cleared away.</p>
+
+<p>"I must attend to the housekeeping first
+and then I thought a walk on the hills would
+be nice" answered Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Very good" said Gladys "we can go and
+visit the old castle you talk so much about."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes" said Helen, and she tripped down
+stairs, more for the pleasure of a comforting
+talk with Marshland than to order the dinner.</p>
+
+<p>In an hour's time they were all ready and
+started on their breezy walk.</p>
+
+<p>"How lovely it is up here," remarked
+Gladys.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes is'nt it beautiful" replied Helen thinking
+of the last time she was up there."</p>
+
+<p>The little promenade quite cheered Helen
+up, and she and Gladys did some shopping in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span>
+the afternoon while Mr. Falsey stayed at home
+to smoke his pipe.</p>
+
+<p>The next day passed pretty much the same
+as the first and by Thursday morning Helen
+was all smiles again, knowing that by tea-time
+her dear father would be home again.</p>
+
+<p>In the afternoon she went out and bought
+a tea cake for tea. She had tea laid out on the
+best bamboo table with the blue and gold tea
+cups and she also put fresh flowers in all the
+vases and all together the little drawing room
+had a truly home-like aspect.</p>
+
+<p>At 4 o'clock a ring was heard at the front
+door.</p>
+
+<p>"How funny of father to ring" cried Helen
+"I thought he would be sure to come in and
+supprise me."</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps he thought it would supprise you
+more if he rung," replied Gladys.</p>
+
+<p>"Ah perhaps so" responded Helen giving a
+last touch to the pink rose-buds which drooped
+prettily over the china vases.</p>
+
+<p>At that moment Marshland entered the
+room with a frightened look on her face.</p>
+
+<p>Coming up she handed a telegram to Helen
+"its given me such a turn miss" she explained<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span>
+"them telegrams always seem to carry bad
+news."</p>
+
+<p>Helens face grew pale and she hastily
+opened the envelope.</p>
+
+<p>The moment her eyes rested on the words,
+she uttered a cry of anguish and flung the
+telegram away from her. "Oh I know its
+father" she cried.</p>
+
+<p>"Hush hush miss" said Marshland soothingly
+and picking up the telegram she too read
+the fatel words. The telegram ran as follows:</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>Come at once, a terrible thing has
+happened.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sheene.</p></div>
+
+<p>Marshland's honest face grew ashy as she
+read the words, but she tried to control her
+feelings for Helens sake.</p>
+
+<p>"Well miss it is a terrible thing" she said
+"but we can but hope for the best, what train
+will you go by miss."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh I dont know, dont ask me," cried poor
+Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Dont cry so Helen dear" said Gladys "after
+all it may not be as bad as Mr. Sheene thinks."</p>
+
+<p>"Wont you allow me to come to Warwick<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span>
+with you Miss Winston?" asked Mr. Palsey
+kindly.</p>
+
+<p>"You're very kind" sobbed Helen, "but
+Gladys wont like it."</p>
+
+<p>"Dont think of me for one instant" said
+Gladys, patting Helen's head "of course you'll
+go with her James and Marshland and I will
+keep house till you come back."</p>
+
+<p>"I had better go tonight" said Helen getting
+up from the sofa and glancing at the
+pretty little tea table, which five minutes ago
+she had arranged with such love and care.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes miss, the telegram says at once" replied
+Marshland, "I wonder when the next
+train is."</p>
+
+<p>"I can tell you" cried Mr. Palsey producing
+a time table from his pocket and running
+his finger down the column.</p>
+
+<p>"Poor Helen" said Gladys kissing her
+fondly.</p>
+
+<p>"Seven fifteen is the next" said Mr. Palsey,
+"that'll give you nice time to get ready," and
+it gets to Warwick at 11-30.</p>
+
+<p>"That will do" replied Helen "will you put
+my things together for me, I feel so faint."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes dearie" replied Marshland. Now
+Helen dear you rest on the sofa and I'll bring<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span>
+you some tea" said Gladys. Helen flung herself
+down, quite worn out.</p>
+
+<p>Gladys gave her a cup of strong tea and
+bathed her hot head with eau de cologne.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll go and order the dog-cart, to drive us
+to the station" said Mr. Palsey.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes be quick James, you must not be late"
+replied Gladys.</p>
+
+<p>For in an hour's time all was ready. Helen,
+with a white shawl over her face was standing
+at the door while Mr. Palsey put the bags into
+the dog cart.</p>
+
+<p>"Goodbye Helen dear" cried Gladys "keep
+up a good heart and James will take every
+care of you."</p>
+
+<p>"Goodbye Gladys" said Helen "and thanks
+so much for sparing him to me."</p>
+
+<p>"Goodbye Miss Helen my love" cried poor
+old Marshland wiping her eyes on her apron,
+"write as soon as you can and let me know
+how the master is."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes of course I will" cried Helen, jumping
+into the dog cart, "goodbye all, goodbye
+and in an other minute the dog cart was out
+of sight, and Marshland returned to her work,
+and Gladys to the deserted drawing room.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER 8</h2>
+
+<h3>BAD NEWS</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> journey on which Helen and Mr. Palsey
+had set out was a very long one indeed and
+May though it was the night was very chilly.</div>
+
+<p>Helen shivered as she got into the train and
+drew her shawl round her. Mr. Palsey had
+taken first class tickets, and so soothing was
+the motion of the train and so comfortable the
+seat in which she found herself that Helen
+soon dropped asleep.</p>
+
+<p>"Now I can think over things a bit," said
+Mr. Palsey taking some papers from a black
+bag by his side, "jolly nice of Gladys to suggest
+me coming up here, though she didn't
+know why I wanted to come poor girl; odd
+that I didn't hear from Sheene today, I quite
+expected a line or a telegram to say how
+matters stand. It may here be mentioned that
+Mr. Palsey and Cyril Sheene were by no means
+new acquaintances and had met many times
+in London and even once or twice before in
+Kenalham.</p>
+
+<p>"Odd how Cyril found out about that secret<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span>
+shelf mused Mr. Palsey "a whole bag of gold
+he said, how Winston saved it I dont know, ah
+he was a rich man with all his poor living and
+scanty furniture. I think there were some
+jewils in the safe too but of course it is the
+money, the gold I'm putting myself to this
+for and with a cold laugh, he drew out some
+closely written papers and read them eagerly,
+putting pencil marks by certain paragraphs
+in the document.</p>
+
+<p>The train flew on nearing Warwick rapidly.</p>
+
+<p>At last Helen awoke with a start and found
+Mr. Palsey taking forty winks opposite her.</p>
+
+<p>She rubbed her eyes and looked out of the
+window, "how dark it is" she thought and its
+raining too, how horrible and she nestled under
+her fluffy shawl. Presently the train
+stopped with a jerk and Mr. Palsey woke up.</p>
+
+<p>"This is Warwick" he said picking up his
+bag "train's late and it is twenty to twelve.</p>
+
+<p>"How late" quoth Helen and with a sigh
+she followed Mr. Palsey on to the crowded
+platform.</p>
+
+<p>It was a dreary sight which met the weary
+girl's eyes. The rain was pouring heavily and
+the whole station looked wet and miserable.
+The gas lights flickered in the wind making<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span>
+hideous shadows on the walls. The porters,
+cold and cross looking, poor things, were
+bustling about, crying the name of the station
+at the tops of their voices, and a thin
+shaggy dog, evidently lost, was howling pitiably,
+tending by no means to cheer poor
+Helen's quaking heart.</p>
+
+<p>"I thought Cyril would be sure to meet
+you" said Mr. Palsey suddenly "you go into
+the waiting room and warm yourself and I'll
+walk up the road a bit and see if I see him, for
+I dont know what house to go to do you?"</p>
+
+<p>"No" said Helen, "oh Mr. Palsey I'm so
+unhappy and with a faint cry she turned away
+and buried her face in her shawl.</p>
+
+<p>"Poor thing" thought Mr. Palsey "she cant
+guess the worst yet," out loud he added "hush
+Miss Winston, you are over fatigued, that is
+all, would you like a cup of coffee? the refreshment
+room is not yet closed."</p>
+
+<p>"I could'nt drink or eat" replied Helen
+sadly "I'll go and sit by the fire while you
+look for Cyril.</p>
+
+<p>"Very well" said Mr. Palsey, and he turned
+round and went off in an opposite direction.</p>
+
+<p>Helen entered the waiting room and sat by
+the fire her tired eyes covered with her hands.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span>
+Presently she raised her white face and
+glanced at the clock. Two old ladies sitting
+near, noticed her pale frightened face.</p>
+
+<p>"Have you come a long journey" asked one
+"you look very tired."</p>
+
+<p>"I am very tired, and miserable too" broke
+forth Helen in the fullness of her heart "oh
+why am I dragged up here in this cruel fashion,
+oh what has happened to father?" she
+burst into heart broken sobbing.</p>
+
+<p>The old ladies looked very much alarmed
+and after bidding Helen a kind good night,
+gathered up their wraps and departed.</p>
+
+<p>The time sped on and still nether Cyril nor
+Mr. Palsey arrived.</p>
+
+<p>Helen grew terrified and was on the point
+of going out on to the platform when the
+door opened and the two men appeared.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Palsey looked much the same, Cyril was
+clad in a heavy ulster and his face was white
+and scared.</p>
+
+<p>Cyril was speaking as the two entered and
+Helen caught the last words, "just as we
+could have wished" he was saying. "Oh Cyril
+Cyril" cried Helen and she flung herself into
+his arms.</p>
+
+<p>"My darling" gasped Cyril and a queer gurgle<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span>
+sounded in his throat. "What is it Cyril,
+what has happened?" cried Helen, clutching
+hold of his coat.</p>
+
+<p>"Hush darling" said Cyril, "come outside.</p>
+
+<p>Helen was quite overcome by now and she
+allowed herself to be led out by Cyril and
+Mr. Palsey.</p>
+
+<p>"Shall you tell her tonight" whispered Mr.
+Palsey.</p>
+
+<p>"It is better to get it over" replied Cyril,
+"Helen dear, be prepared for bad news."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes yes anything" gasped Helen nervously
+"father is ill I know very ill, oh Cyril tell
+me quickly."</p>
+
+<p>"Worse than that" said Cyril and he clasped
+her tightly to him.</p>
+
+<p>"Not dying moaned Helen, "oh Cyril not
+dying.</p>
+
+<p>Cyril said nothing, but Mr. Palsey whispered
+"out with it Sheene, she must know
+soon."</p>
+
+<p>"He is dead" cried Helen wildly, "say the
+words Cyril say them."</p>
+
+<p>Cyril bowed his head "yes" he murmured
+"dead&mdash;murd&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Hush" whispered Mr. Palsey striking him
+on the arm, "you idiot, keep quiet."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>With a shriek, Helen tore herself from
+Cyril's grasp and ran like the wind, she herself
+knew not wither; at the station gate her
+strength failed her, she turned, she tottered,
+she tried to scream and fell insensible at the
+feet of the villians.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 9</h2>
+
+<h3>HELEN'S ACCTIDENT</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Cyril</span> and Mr. Palsey lost no time in conveying
+Helen to a cab which was waiting outside.
+They placed her on one of the seats and
+bade the cabman drive directly to number 2
+Medina Road, where Cyril was lodging.</div>
+
+<p>"How will you manage about the money
+Cyril?" presently asked Mr. Palsey.</p>
+
+<p>"Dont speak to me of money?" cried Cyril
+bitterly, "oh Helen Helen" and he bent over
+his unconcious sweetheart.</p>
+
+<p>"Pon me word Cyril" cried Mr. Palsey
+"you're a born idiot, the girl will soon recover,
+you'll marry her and we'll go halfs with
+the money, its simply ridiculous the way you
+mople and mumble over her, let her alone I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span>
+say and tell me how the murd&mdash;the bussiness
+went off."</p>
+
+<p>"I've told you twice it was very successful"
+replied Cyril impatiantly.</p>
+
+<p>"You're trying to hide something I can
+see" cried Mr. Palsey passionately, "you'd
+best tell me, or not a farthing of the money
+shall be yours."</p>
+
+<p>"I dont see that" said Cyril cooly, "you
+dont even know where the safe is." Mr. Palsey
+bit his lips in suppressed anger. Cyril's
+words were stiningly true and made him boil
+with passion. "Here we are" said Cyril, as
+the cab stopped at a dimly lighted street corner.</p>
+
+<p>"Hi cabman, get down and open the door"
+screamed Mr. Palsey.</p>
+
+<p>The man shuffled down from the box and
+opened the door.</p>
+
+<p>"Any luggage" he asked roughly.</p>
+
+<p>"No" replied Mr. Palsey "there is a young
+lady fainted and we are going to carry her in
+to this house."</p>
+
+<p>"Right" responded the man and he stood
+aside while Cyril and Mr. Palsey came gingerly
+out carrying Helen between them.</p>
+
+<p>As they were ascending the steps a rough<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span>
+looking man in a torn red shirt and battered
+hat came up and addressed himself to Cyril.</p>
+
+<p>"Hi sir" he cried out "what about that &pound;10
+you promised; I'm a poor starving man and I
+cant wait much longer.</p>
+
+<p>"Bother" muttered Cyril "here man will a
+shilling suffice for this evening, I'll pay the
+rest tomorrow."</p>
+
+<p>"All right" grumbled the man, "unless you
+pay up tomorrow it'll be the last job I do
+for you," and with an oath the man departed.</p>
+
+<p>Cyril lead the way into a dimly lighted parlour
+and with Mr. Palseys help Helen was
+soon arranged on the sofa.</p>
+
+<p>Some supper consisting of cold mutton, vegitables
+and a jug of ale was laid out on a
+round table in the centre of the room, and
+small parrifin lamp burnt on the mantleshelf.
+Going over to this last object Cyril screwed it
+up, so that its glare fell, full on Helen's face.</p>
+
+<p>"Why she's hurt herself terribly" cried
+Cyril in alarm, pointing to a wound in her
+forehead from which blood had been streaming
+down her face.</p>
+
+<p>"Is your landlady up?" enquired Mr. Palsey
+seriously.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"I should rather doubt it, why?" asked
+Cyril.</p>
+
+<p>"Because Miss Winston should be taken to
+her bedroom at once, I'm afraid it is a bad
+cut" replied Mr. Palsey.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll ring" responded Cyril and he acted accordingly.</p>
+
+<p>In ten minutes or so an oldish woman entered
+holding a candle and her garments had
+evidently been flung on in a hurry.</p>
+
+<p>"What now sir?" she asked.</p>
+
+<p>"Sorry for disturbing you Mrs. Pollard but
+this young lady of mine has had a terrible
+fall and must be taken to her bedroom at once,
+we thought it was only a faint said Cyril.</p>
+
+<p>"Lardy dardy" exclaimed Mrs. Pollard
+"poor young lady, I'll see to her at once sir."</p>
+
+<p>She left the room and soon returned with
+an other servant and the two carried Helen to
+her bedroom where they bathed her face with
+cold water and put her to bed as carefully as
+possible.</p>
+
+<p>"You'd best go for the doctor Mary" said
+Mrs. Pollard "say nothing to the young gentleman
+and be as quick as you can.</p>
+
+<p>Meanwhile Cyril and Mr. Palsey sat down
+to their supper.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Poor Helen" cried Cyril at last.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh stop that tune do" cried Mr. Palsey
+"tell us what happened."</p>
+
+<p>"It was all done as pre-arranged. I waited
+till the man was hanged and the yard emptied
+of people and while Mr. Winston was putting
+away the scaffold the blow was struck"
+said Cyril.</p>
+
+<p>"By you?"</p>
+
+<p>"No"</p>
+
+<p>"Who then?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh that lout you saw at the door just now,
+he decided to do the job for &pound;10, I had hard
+work to make him do it just at first" replied
+Cyril.</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed" said Mr. Palsey "what was his
+name?"</p>
+
+<p>"Jack Jenkins" replied Cyril a terrific beggar
+and drunkard too I belive."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh" laughed Mr. Palsey "and what plan
+did you adopt about the gun?"</p>
+
+<p>"I did'nt do that" responded Cyril "when
+Jenkins had done his part of the bussiness,
+I got a knife, steeped it in red ink and laid
+it by Mr. Winston's side, as he was prostrated
+on the ground."</p>
+
+<p>"And that will lead the police to belive it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span>
+was suicide you think?" asked Mr. Palsey.</p>
+
+<p>"I think so" replied Cyril with a groan "at
+last that seemed to be the general opinion
+when the poor fellow was taken to the mortuary."</p>
+
+<p>"Why do you say "poor fellow?" asked Mr.
+Palsey.</p>
+
+<p>"Because I do think he is a poor fellow and
+I'm sorry I ever did the thing" cried Cyril and
+he brought his fist down on the table with
+such force that the jug of beer toppled over
+and fell on the floor.</p>
+
+<p>At that moment the door opened and Mrs.
+Pollard poked her head in "if you please sir"
+she said "we've thought fit to send for Dr.
+Poppet, and he's waiting in the hall."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well" said Cyril with dignity "show
+him upstairs and when he has seen Miss Winston
+let him come and have a word with me."</p>
+
+<p>"Miss Winston" cried Mrs. Pollard "why sir
+is she any relation to the poor hangman as
+was killed after the affair."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes woman" cried Cyril hotly "she is his
+daughter, now go for pity's sake"</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Pollard hastily withdrew and commanded
+Dr. Poppet to follow her.</p>
+
+<p>"Its a serious case sir" she said cheerily<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span>
+opening Helen's door "step this way please."</p>
+
+<p>Dr. Poppet stepped that way and went over
+to Helens bed, where Mary the under servant
+was putting ointment on the wound.</p>
+
+<p>"Hem" grunted the doctor seriously "not
+as bad as I feared, but very dangerous for
+all that, she must be kept very quiet Mrs. Pollard
+and must only take liquid food, she will
+probably awake by 5 or 6 o'clock and you
+may give her a little milk, "I'll call again
+tomorrow on my rounds, keep her head cool or
+fever of some kind may set in and effect the
+brain."</p>
+
+<p>"Your instructions shall be carried out to
+the letter" said Mrs. Pollard and with that
+she led him down to talk with Cyril Sheene.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 10</h2>
+
+<h3>IN THE COURT OF JUSTICE</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> next morning Helen was sadly feverish,
+though quite sensible.</div>
+
+<p>From the time she woke up 11-30 a.m. she
+never opened her lips.</p>
+
+<p>She was very feverish and her brain very
+much upset.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Mr. Palsey decided not to tell Helen the
+fearful news till she was better and indeed
+it was a wise thing to do. Helen smiled and
+looked pleased when Cyril went to see her,
+but turned away in disgust when Mr. Palsey
+went near her.</p>
+
+<p>"Helen dear" said Cyril "I am going out
+now, is there anything you would like me to
+buy for you?"</p>
+
+<p>"No nothing" replied Helen "let me be alone,
+I want no one near me."</p>
+
+<p>Cyril sighed, took up his hat and departed.</p>
+
+<p>Entering the sitting room he found Mr.
+Palsey busy writing.</p>
+
+<p>"James" said Cyril "I must go out now, will
+you come."</p>
+
+<p>"No I cant" replied Mr. Palsey "I am very
+busy."</p>
+
+<p>Cyril again gave a sigh of relief, and opening
+the front door went out.</p>
+
+<p>The storm of the night before had quite subsided
+and the sun was shining brightly.</p>
+
+<p>To tell the truth, Cyril was very glad to
+hear that Mr. Palsey could not go out, for he
+himself was going to the court of Justice to
+appear as witness concerning the death of Mr.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span>
+Winston, which some of the detectives suspected
+to be murder and some suicide.</p>
+
+<p>The court was densely crowded and in consequence
+very hot and stuffy.</p>
+
+<p>Cyril forced his way through the crowd and
+seated himself in the witness box, where sat
+two other men, Mr. Porter the head warder
+of the prison and Dr. Slyn, both of whom had
+held conversation with Mr. Winston, an hour
+or so before his death.</p>
+
+<p>"Not many witnesses for so serious a case"
+cried the judge in loud tones as he eyed the
+three desolate looking men.</p>
+
+<p>Cyril was the first witness as he knew more
+of the deceased than either of the other two.
+He had to relate all he knew of Mr. Winston's
+past life and in conclusion the judge asked
+him if he thought Mr. Winston looked like
+commiting suicide when he went to hang Mr.
+Smith.</p>
+
+<p>Cyril replied that Mr. Winston looked
+rather morbid on the day of the execution and
+otherwise no other change was visible.</p>
+
+<p>The judge coughed, "summon the detectives"
+he cried.</p>
+
+<p>The detectives (three in number) advanced.</p>
+
+<p>"Now Mr. Slag" said the judge, addressing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span>
+the leader of the three men, "what is your
+opinion of this terrible case, murder or suicide?"</p>
+
+<p>Cyril waited open mouthed for the reply,
+his whole life depended on Mr. Slag's reply.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Slag evidently did not like giving his
+opinion in public and he hesitated before
+speaking.</p>
+
+<p>"I say it was murder" cried one of the other
+detectives.</p>
+
+<p>Cyril could have screamed with vexation.</p>
+
+<p>"Are you aware Mr. Tix that your opinion
+was not asked" enquired the judge dryly "Mr.
+Slag if you please" he added authoritivly.</p>
+
+<p>"I say suicide most decidedly replied Mr.
+Slag "I am a trained detective my lord and
+am not likely to make a mistake, Mr. Rennet
+is also of my opinion."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well" said the judge writing in his
+note book.</p>
+
+<p>"I am convinced it is suicide and so is the
+jury and you may go Mr. Slag, the case is with
+drawn where are Mr. Winston's relations who
+will bury the deceased?"</p>
+
+<p>A stir in the witness box and Cyril came
+forward "I will undertake to pay for the
+burial" he said.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"You?" cried the astonished judge "who are
+you pray?"</p>
+
+<p>"My name is Cyril Sheene" replied Cyril
+getting very red "and I am the greatest friend
+poor Mr. Winston had, besides his daughter
+who I know is penniless.</p>
+
+<p>"Very well" said the judge "you are a good
+benevolent man.</p>
+
+<p>Little did the simple minded judge know,
+that the innocent looking person he addressed
+in such kind tones was the real murderer of
+Mr. Winston.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 12</h2>
+
+<h3>HELEN'S RESOLVE</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Cyril Sheene</span> returned home to his lodgings
+quite satisfied with the conclusion the case had
+come to. Entering the sitting room, he found
+Mr. Palsey still busy writing, though the dinner
+was ready and fast getting cold.</div>
+
+<p>"Still busy?" cried Cyril, pulling off his
+gloves and sitting down to a tempting looking
+dinner of juicy well cooked mutton chops, arranged
+against a mountain of frothy mashed
+potatoes.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Yes I'm terrificly busy" responded Mr.
+Palsey tearing up a large sheet of foolscap
+as he spoke.</p>
+
+<p>"Well lets have dinner now" responded Cyril
+sitting down as he spoke.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh all right" replied Mr. Palsey, who was
+not the least hungry, "where have you been
+all the morning?"</p>
+
+<p>"In court" responded Cyril absently gazing
+at the mutton chops.</p>
+
+<p>"In court man!" cried Mr. Palsey "what do
+you mean?"</p>
+
+<p>"I mean what I say" replied Cyril. "I was
+in court, acting witness in Mr. Winston's
+case."</p>
+
+<p>"Really?" gasped Mr. Palsey "what is the
+result?"</p>
+
+<p>"The case is withdrawn" replied Cyril
+feverishly, "they are convinced it is suicide."</p>
+
+<p>"Thank goodness" ejaculated Mr. Palsey
+"then we are well out of the mess."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes" answered Cyril and then vouchsafing
+no more the two men sat down to their dinner.</p>
+
+<p>Half way through ***y were interupted by
+Mrs. Pollard, who came in in a great fluster.</p>
+
+<p>"Please sir" she said in a hurry "Miss Winston
+seems so queer, she has got up and dressed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span>
+herself and wishes to see you at once."</p>
+
+<p>"My stars" screamed Cyril, forgetting in his
+excitement what a gentleman he was and with
+that he rushed upstairs to Helen's bedroom.</p>
+
+<p>He found Helen standing by the bed, her
+hands beating wildly against her heart and a
+hectic spot burning on her cheek.</p>
+
+<p>She was completely dressed even to her grey
+travelling cloak which hung limply on her
+shoulders.</p>
+
+<p>"Cyril," she cried wildly, "I am going home,
+I can bare this imprisonment no longer."</p>
+
+<p>"Helen, my darling cried Cyril astounded
+by her words.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes it is true" cried Helen again. "I shall
+go home now now&mdash;this instant why am I kept
+in ignorance of my father's death? I know
+who murdered him in spite of secrecy," she
+screamed," it was Mr. Palsey, that false villain
+below," "Helen cried Cyril," "how could
+it be Mr. Palsey, why I should know it if it
+was he, dont be absurd dear, get into bed again
+do you know you are very ill, and to go out
+would be madness."</p>
+
+<p>"I dont care" screamed Helen, her eyes
+dilating and her cheeks burning.</p>
+
+<p>"I shall go home, I tell you it was Mr. Palsey<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span>
+who murdered my father if you dont know
+it Cyril, I do so there,"</p>
+
+<p>"Helen" said Cyril firmly "be calm and I
+will tell you about your poor father's death."</p>
+
+<p>"Tell me" cried Helen and she sank exhausted
+into a chair.</p>
+
+<p>"I fear" began Cyril "I greatly fear that
+your poor dear father commited&mdash;had reasons
+for depriving himself of life."</p>
+
+<p>"What!" cried Helen, starting to her feet,
+"you Cyril Sheene dare to insult me to my
+face, will you too turn, false, oh how dare you
+say my father commited suicide."</p>
+
+<p>"I dare Helen because I know it" replied
+Cyril.</p>
+
+<p>"You dont know it" screached Helen, "oh
+Cyril," and the poor un nerved girl sank sobbing
+on the bed.</p>
+
+<p>"Hush Helen," cried Cyril stroking her ruffled
+hair, "we wont talk about it any more,
+but indeed you can not go home today, it is
+impossible."</p>
+
+<p>"I must I must" moaned Helen "oh Cyril
+let me go, I want to see Marshland."</p>
+
+<p>"Helen, you cant go" replied Cyril "why
+do you want Marshland?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Because she is my only true friend" cried
+Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Helen am I not a true friend" asked Cyril
+reproachfully.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes Cyril you are" said Helen, "but do let
+me go."</p>
+
+<p>Cyril remembering the doctors directions
+that Helen was to have everything she wanted,
+replied "very well Helen, you may go to-morrow,
+and now get back to bed and rest."</p>
+
+<p>"No, no" said Helen "I must go tonight."</p>
+
+<p>"But your father is to be burried today," replied
+Cyril.</p>
+
+<p>"Never mind" cried Helen shaking her aching
+head, "It would break my heart to attend
+the funeral, I must go tonight."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well" said Cyril "I will go with you,
+by the 8-40 train, but now do rest darling."</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you, thank you Cyril" replied Helen
+gratefully and closing her eyes she fell into a
+heavy sleap."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 13</h2>
+
+<h3>THE DISGUISE</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Cyril</span> was greatly troubled about Helen's
+strange conduct; he knew it was not good<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span>
+for her to travel in her present condition, and
+then again it would do her just as much harm
+not to go as she desired it so much.</div>
+
+<p>He went down to the sitting room and related
+all the story to Mr. Palsey and waited
+eagerly for a reply.</p>
+
+<p>"Why man alive!" shrieked Mr. Palsey "this
+is greatest piece of luck we could possibly hope
+for."</p>
+
+<p>"Luck?" cried Cyril "what do you mean?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why dont you see?" said Mr. Palsey "it
+is impossible for Helen to travel alone, and
+therefore you and I must accompany her, and
+of course it will be the very chance of chances
+to rob the safe."</p>
+
+<p>"But you cant go with her" replied Cyril
+"though of course I must."</p>
+
+<p>"Why cant I go if you please?"</p>
+
+<p>"For the simple reason that Helen suspects
+you to be guilty of murdering her father," replied
+Cyril, trying to appear unconcerned.</p>
+
+<p>"What?" shrieked Mr. Palsey thumping his
+knees vigerously, 'dont be an idiot, how can
+she suspect me?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well she does" answered Cyril "but you
+may be quite easy, for she will not speak of it."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>She'd better not" cried Mr. Palsey biting
+his moustache.</p>
+
+<p>"But you see James, it is quite impossible
+for you to travel with us, so you had better
+wait and come by a later train, there is one
+at 9-12 I know" replied Cyril.</p>
+
+<p>"No that wont do," said Mr. Palsey "it
+would upset my plans, besides making it too
+late to rob the safe with ease."</p>
+
+<p>"What will you do then?" asked Cyril. "I
+will disguise myself" returned Mr. Palsey "I
+have a heavy green ulster upstairs, which I
+know Miss Winston has not seen and grey
+slouch hat; and a false beard which I used
+when acting a play some time ago and if I put
+a little walnut juice upon my countenance I
+think I shall be sufficiently at least to deceive
+Miss Winston."</p>
+
+<p>"Capital" exclaimed Cyril, "put on the
+things now and see how you look."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Palsey rummaged in his portmanteau
+and produced the required articles. The
+beard was a trifle crumpled, but Cyril who
+was neat handed quickly combed it out and
+made it look as good as new.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Palsey then put on the ulster and big
+felt hat and attached the beard to his chin<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span>
+by a bit of elastic. Cyril then applied to his
+face, and in a minute he was disguised into a
+fearce foreign looking man.</p>
+
+<p>"Its a splended get up" said Cyril, eyeing
+the villain admiringly.</p>
+
+<p>"I wont take it off" said Mr. Palsey opening
+his purse and taking out ten shillings "I
+will go straight to the station and wait there,
+give this money to Mrs. Pollard for me, it
+what I owe her for the lodgings you know.</p>
+
+<p>"Very well" cried Cyril "but you'll have a
+long wait at the station."</p>
+
+<p>"I know" said Mr. Palsey "but I can amuse
+myself with a few comic papers and a pipe."</p>
+
+<p>"So with a hearty shake of the hands the
+two villains sealed the compact.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 14</h2>
+
+<h3>HOME AGAIN</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Cyril</span> was very busy all that afternoon; he
+barely had time to attend Mr. Winston's
+funeral, which he did however for politeness
+sake.</div>
+
+<p>It was not a grand funeral by any means
+and I think it would have broken Helen's heart<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span>
+to see the plain unvarnished coffin which her
+poor father's remains were deposited in.</p>
+
+<p>When Cyril returned from the ceremony,
+he settled his accounts with Mrs. Pollard and
+then proceeded to pack his portmanteau, which
+piece of business did not take him very long.</p>
+
+<p>He was about to depart from his room, when
+something lying upon the floor attracted his
+attention.</p>
+
+<p>It was a water coloured painting of Mr.
+Winston.</p>
+
+<p>How Cyril's heart smote him, as he gazed
+at those calm, stern features and mild blue
+eyes, with so much trust in their orbs.</p>
+
+<p>He hastily shuffled the painting into his
+pocket, and with something between a groan
+and a sarcastic laugh, made a rapid retreat
+down the stair case.</p>
+
+<p>Helen was waiting in the hall.</p>
+
+<p>She looked a very different girl from the
+bright rosy faced Helen of a week ago.</p>
+
+<p>Her cheeks were white and hollow save for
+one hectic spot and her great hazel eyes seemed
+too dark for her face. Her dark hair was
+limp and uncurled, and her lips were as ashy
+as her face. She looked a sad little picture,
+indeed, as she stood there in the hall, with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span>
+her grey cloak loosly buttoned round her,
+and her new black crape hat contrasting
+queerly with her ghost-like countenance.</p>
+
+<p>Cyril's heart of stone was quite touched as
+he saw her looking so vastly changed.</p>
+
+<p>"Come Helen" he said carresingly as he
+patted her hair behind, "it feels like old times
+to be walking with you again."</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps it does to you" quoth Helen bitterly
+"but to me it is unbearable."</p>
+
+<p>Cyril said nothing, but gently helped her
+down the steps. In an hours time they were
+at the station.</p>
+
+<p>Helen sat on a seat to rest till the train came
+up, and Cyril went over to the bookstall, keeping
+close to a remarkably tall foreign looking
+gentleman who was laughing over Tit Bits.</p>
+
+<p>"Come away," whispered Helen to Cyril
+"that man reminds me of the two faced villain
+Mr. Palsey."</p>
+
+<p>"Helen" muttered Cyril between his teeth
+"be quiet do; please to remember that with all
+his villainy he is a perfect gentleman."</p>
+
+<p>"Ah" said Helen "you too admit that he is
+a villain."</p>
+
+<p>Cyril saw he had made a mistake and the
+hot blood rushed to his face.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Dear me" he said cooly "I am always blurting
+out things I dont mean."</p>
+
+<p>Helen was beginning to see through him.</p>
+
+<p>"Cyril" she said faintly "I hope you are not
+a villain too."</p>
+
+<p>"Why of course I'm not" replied Cyril
+"come, here is the train."</p>
+
+<p>Helen followed Cyril to a first class carriage,
+noticed that the foreign looking man,
+otherwise Mr. Palsey, jumped into a second
+class department and closed the door with
+a bang.</p>
+
+<p>"This is a fast train" said Cyril as he got
+on to the seat.</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed?" replied Helen, and with a deep
+drawn sigh she placed her bundle on the rack.</p>
+
+<p>"Helen wont you eat your supper," asked
+Cyril "it is nearly nine o'clock, you must be
+hungry.</p>
+
+<p>"Very well" replied Helen and she opened
+her bag.</p>
+
+<p>"What have you got?" asked Cyril eargerly.</p>
+
+<p>"Only a small pot of calf's foot jelly" answered
+Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh" said Cyril in a dissopointed tone, "why
+you ought to have had fruit and cold fowl."</p>
+
+<p>"Dont speak to me of cold fowls" cried<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span>
+Helen in disgust and having finished her jelly
+she sank into repose.</p>
+
+<p>The train was an express and reached
+Kenalham a little before 10-30.</p>
+
+<p>Helen burst into tears as she stepped on to
+the platform. "Oh how sad, how sad" she
+moaned.</p>
+
+<p>The dog cart was waiting for them and Cyril
+jumped quickly in, helping Helen as he did so.</p>
+
+<p>For ten minutes or more, the cart stopped,
+and Helen found herself once more on the
+threshold of her home.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 15</h2>
+
+<h3>THE ROBBERY</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> door was opened by Marshland who having
+heard the fearful news was attired in deep
+mourning.</div>
+
+<p>"My darling Miss Helen!" cried the old
+servant.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Marshland" cried Helen "I feel so terribly
+ill."</p>
+
+<p>"Come to bed at once miss and you shall
+have some hot wine" said Marshland "step<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span>
+into the drawing room sir" she added seeing
+Cyril waiting in the passage.</p>
+
+<p>"Goodnight Helen dear" cried Cyril, then
+turning to the servant he added "thank you I
+will rest for one moment, but I must go then,
+as I have a friend waiting for me in the town."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well sir" said Marshland "you can
+let yourself out cant you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes" cried Cyril and he betook himself
+to the drawing room.</p>
+
+<p>As I have already mentioned, Helen was
+feeling weak and ill and her head ached as
+though it would split. Marshland put her
+to bed very carefully and gave her some hot
+wine to drink.</p>
+
+<p>Once in between the beautiful cool sheets
+with the breeze blowing in at the open window
+stirring the dainty white muslin curtains,
+Helen dropped into a dull heavy sleep, but she
+was so restless that Marshland dared not leave
+her.</p>
+
+<p>As the clock on the stairs struck 12-30 <a name="helen" id="helen"></a><ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'He,en'">Helen</ins>
+seemed to grow quieter, so Marshland drew
+down the blind, snuffed the candle and went
+downstairs.</p>
+
+<p>She bolted the hall door and peeped into
+the drawing room.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"I heard Mr. Sheene go some hours ago" she
+muttered "and all the windows are bolted, so
+off I go to bed to rest my weary limbs."</p>
+
+<p>So the old woman went to her room, knocking
+at Gladys's door as she went, to assure
+that she was going to bed, for Gladys who was
+highly nervous had insisted on this.</p>
+
+<p>Helen slept heavily till about 2 o'clock in
+the morning, when she was awakened by some
+strange sounds below.</p>
+
+<p>She sat up in bed and listened, the sounds
+continued and feeling frightened she called
+Marshland.</p>
+
+<p>But the old servant was asleep and for a
+little while the noises ceased. Helen thinking
+it was her fancy turned in her bed and fell
+into a doze. In less than 2 minutes she was
+awakened by the furious ringing of a bell.</p>
+
+<p>For a moment her heart stood still and her
+very blood ran cold. Then in one desperate
+moment she recollected the sound of the bell.</p>
+
+<p>Springing from her bed she flew to the door
+crying as she did so "the safe, the safe!!"</p>
+
+<p>Wildly she flew down the passage her brain
+dazed her heart beating loudly.</p>
+
+<p>Her eyes were too dilated to see, and in
+flying along she struck her head against a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span>
+tall old clock and would have fallen headlong
+downstairs, to certain death, but a pair of
+arms were hastily flung around her and in
+another moment two unconscios figures were
+lying motionless in the still dark passage with
+only the pale moonlight lighting up their rigid
+faces.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 16</h2>
+
+<h3>"SETTLED"</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Marshland</span> had not been awakened by the bell
+and so when she got up next morning at 6
+o'clock, she was entirely innocent of the nights
+events. Putting on her apron she hastily
+went downstairs. Half way down the passage
+she caught sight of something white.</div>
+
+<p>"Tut tut" she exclaimed "I wonder if those
+are my clean aprons or caps, they must have
+fallen from the beams." But here her wonderings
+were overun by the fact that the white
+things were no other than the prostrate bodies
+of Helen and Gladys.</p>
+
+<p>Marshland uttered a stifled cry, but recovering
+her presence of mind she instantly
+raised Helen in her arms. Gladys had by this<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span>
+time quite recovered and was kneeling by her
+cousin on the floor.</p>
+
+<p>"Raise yourself Miss Gladys" said Marshland
+"and help me take Miss Helen to her
+room."</p>
+
+<p>Gladys rose directly and Helen was soon
+upon her bed once more.</p>
+
+<p>She soon opened her eyes and fixed them
+on her cousin, "go away" she said calmly "I
+want to speak to Marshland."</p>
+
+<p>Gladys left the room and Helen's calm manner
+changed to one of absolute fury.</p>
+
+<p>Darting to her feet, she seized Marshland's
+shoulder, her white lips parted in feverish
+anxiety.</p>
+
+<p>"The safe" she cried quick Marshland it has
+been robbed&mdash;I heard the bell&mdash;go and see
+quick, oh Marshland hurry&mdash;hurry."</p>
+
+<p>Marshland had her doubts as to the robbery,
+but to quiet Helen she went downstairs
+to ascertain.</p>
+
+<p>Entering the drawing room to her great
+alarm she found the window wide open, and
+she knew she had shut and bolted it the night
+before.</p>
+
+<p>Advancing in some consternation she saw
+the bolt had <i>not</i> been tampered with and her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span>
+eyes wandered to the safe. Dragging back
+the curtain she perceived to her great horror
+that the gauze door was wide open and the
+black leather bag which contained all the
+money, gone.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Heavens" ejaculated the old woman
+"all the money gone, yes every brass farthing
+of it, my poor Miss Helen you'll have to go
+begging now and in sober earnest too."</p>
+
+<p>It may here be mentioned that Mr. Winston
+had left a will leaving all his money to Helen,
+and the gold which that bag contained was all
+he had left, so that gone, Helen would have
+to set about to earn her own living. Mr. Winston
+had before his death written on a slip of
+paper "all this gold is bequeathed to my
+daughter Helen on the day when I shall be
+called upon to die." This he had sealed with
+his private seal and put at the bottom of the
+bag so that the thief (whoever he might be)
+had carried that signature with him.</p>
+
+<p>Marshland lost no time in seeing what else
+had been robbed and found to her relief that
+the ivory box containing the valuable old
+jewils had not been touched.</p>
+
+<p>Taking it in her trembling hand, she carried
+it to Helen's room. "Here Miss" she said,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span>
+see the jewils have not been touched but&mdash;but&mdash;her
+white lips refused to say any thing
+else, but Helen took up the strain, "the money
+is gone, yes I knew it Marshland and I am left
+alone a beggar in this cruel, cruel world. All
+this she uttered in so calm a tone as to quite
+supprise Marshland.</p>
+
+<p>"Dont say alone miss" cried the faithful
+servant, for I will be with you through thick
+and thin.</p>
+
+<p>At that moment the door opened and Gladys
+announced that Mr. Sheene was waiting in
+the parlour, together with Mr. Palsey. Helen
+dressed herself quickly and leaning on
+Gladys's arm for support she entered the much
+disturbed drawing room.</p>
+
+<p>Cyril was standing by the window, his hands
+in his trouser pockets looking desperatly ill.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Palsey looked as stern and hard as
+ever, and with his cigarette between his lips
+he appeared to be taking a general survey of
+the room.</p>
+
+<p>"Good morning Miss Winston" he cried totally
+ignoring his future wife, "if you have
+any brains they ought to tell you what I am
+here about. Before Helen had time to reply
+Gladys stepped forward and laying her hand<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span>
+on Mr. Palsey's arm looked in his face steadily
+and said. "James, I dont know what you intend
+saying but I am sure it is cruel and cutting
+and I beg and pray of you to keep quiet
+whatever it is. Helen is, as you know in great
+trouble about her dear father, and added to
+that, a robbery has been commited in the
+night, which has deprived her of all the money
+which had been left her and so she has now
+to earn her own living&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Hold" cried Cyril suddenly turning round,
+"I have already heard of this terrible robbery
+and though I have to grovell in the very
+ground, Helen shall never have to earn her
+own living, in the presence of everyone here
+I repeat my words. I intend as soon as possible
+to take Helen to London and marry her
+on the first opportunity which presents itself;
+I have" he added, "though no one may know
+it, a private bussiness in Holburn, which consists
+of a small office in which I employ two
+clerks, my living appartments are at the back
+of this office or (home affair) as I generally
+call it, and mark my words all of you here
+Helen would lead a very happy life, and if my
+bussiness should prosper I will go and live in
+Paris or Rome if Helen should prefer it."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Thank you Cyril" said Helen, "I will spend
+one more week here to collect my belongings
+and then only too gladly will I go with you
+to your office. I have only one request to
+make."</p>
+
+<p>"What is that?" asked Cyril.</p>
+
+<p>"A very simple one" replied Helen "only
+that Marshland should come with us and be
+our servant."</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly," answered Cyril. "I shall be
+only too pleased, for the one servant I have is
+just leaving and I am sure Marshland will
+suit."</p>
+
+<p>"Pardon me" said Mr. Palsey "I think Cyril,
+if you take my advice you will leave this
+wicked interfeering old woman behind I warn
+you she will be the plague of your life, for I
+myself have had experience of what she can
+do poking her nose into people's rooms, the
+meddling old cat."</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Palsey" said Helen calmly and with
+great dignity "perhaps you will allow Cyril
+to settle this matter, and if you will allow me
+to add, I would far rather be a meddling old
+cat, than a cruel hard hearted person who
+could murder a good innocent man for the
+sake of his money, and then could look the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span>
+daughter of that man in the face with a cold
+unflinching gaze."</p>
+
+<p>Gladys uttered a low scream and staggered
+towards the door; she is loosing her head she
+sobbed, "going mad, and all through you
+James." For Gladys knew nothing of Helen's
+suspicions.</p>
+
+<p>"No Gladys" replied Helen, "dont cry, for I
+am not loosing my head or going mad either,
+and you have my utmost pity for having a husband
+such as he."</p>
+
+<p>But nothing could soothe poor Gladys and
+as Helen stooped to comfort her, Mr. Palsey
+took the opportunity of speaking to Cyril.</p>
+
+<p>"You idiot" he hissed "look what you have
+led Helen up to, making her speak to me like
+that, now I doubt if Gladys will belive in me,
+and if she does not there will be an end to my
+rich marriage."</p>
+
+<p>"I dont care" said Cyril, for he truly felt
+he had the upper hand, "I consider it would
+be a very good thing if Miss Lincarrol does not
+marry you for she is too good a girl to be
+joined with a low villain like you."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well" cried Mr. Palsey savagely "as
+you evidently consider yourself a saint,
+(though you did help me in the murder and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span>
+other matters too) perhaps it will be better
+for both of us if we seperate at once.</p>
+
+<p>I have my half of the money and you have
+yours, so that is all settled, you can take Helen
+to London and marry her and I will take
+Gladys to Norfolk where all her relations live
+and marry her when I get settled and the less
+we hear of each other the better, that is my
+opinion and I hope it suits you.</p>
+
+<p>"It does" replied Cyril calmly "let us tell
+the girls and the sooner you and Gladys get
+packed off the better for I must stay here another
+week with Helen."</p>
+
+<p>"Gladys" cried Mr. Palsey firmly "get up at
+once and stop crying."</p>
+
+<p><a name="glad" id="glad"></a><ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads '&quot;Gladys'">Gladys</ins> dried her eyes and sat up.</p>
+
+<p>"Look here" continued Mr. Palsey, "you and
+I are going back to Norfolk this evening as
+soon as we can mannage it, and Mr. Sheene
+intends stopping another week with Miss
+Winston till he goes to London and remember
+the less you and she hear of one another the
+better; you will be much better for the loss
+of her company and your relations too would
+much rather you left here, it is taking effect
+on your health my dear, so be ready to start
+by 6 o'clock this evening and I will call for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span>
+you; you and Helen will have plenty of time
+to say your last adieu before that; is that settled?"
+he added turning to Cyril.</p>
+
+<p>"Quite" replied Cyril.</p>
+
+<p>Gladys broke into heart broken sobbing but
+being used to obey she ran quickly upstairs to
+collect her things.</p>
+
+<p>With a cry Helen ran to Cyril and put her
+arms round his neck.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Palsey bit his lips and turning to the
+window he turned over the past events in his
+mind and he thought how very well he had
+managed that last little bit of business.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 17</h2>
+
+<h3>BOUND FOR NORFOLK</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Let</span> us now return to Gladys.</div>
+
+<p>Arrived at her bedroom she began to collect
+her various articles of clothing in a hazy and
+disturbed manner, every now and then sitting
+down to burst into a terrible fit of weeping.</p>
+
+<p>It took her over half an hour to pack up,
+and then having bathed her burning face, she
+began to feel very hungry.</p>
+
+<p>Finding a few biscuits in a tin, she lost no<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span>
+time in eating them and then she rang her
+bell.</p>
+
+<p>To her supprise Helen came to the door instead
+of Marshland.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh dear Gladys" cried Helen kindly "I am
+so very sorry that you are going."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Helen," sobbed Gladys "it nearly
+breaks my heart to think of it, and we may
+not even write to each other."</p>
+
+<p>"Dont say that" cried Helen, "if ever I can
+manage it I'll always send you a note privately,
+for I shall never forget Gladys that
+you saved my life."</p>
+
+<p>Gladys could not speak for crying.</p>
+
+<p>"Now Gladys" said Helen "do stop crying
+or you will be ill, did you want anything when
+you rang just now."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes please" replied Gladys "if I might
+have something to eat, I am so very hungry."</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly, dear" said Helen and she darted
+downstairs, soon to return with a plate of
+well cut ham and a couple of poached eggs
+and a comforting cup of coffee.</p>
+
+<p>Having spread this out, she sat down to
+watch Gladys eat it.</p>
+
+<p>The poor girl looked very worn out and tired
+and great red and black lines encircled her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span>
+blue eyes, "oh Helen" she said at last "do
+tell me what you meant by speaking so
+strongly to James just now.</p>
+
+<p>The tears came into Helen's eyes, "dont ask
+me Gladys dear" she said, some day I will
+contrive to let you know by letter but I cant
+tell you now."</p>
+
+<p>A silence followed and then Helen spoke
+again, "do you know" she said. "I am very
+glad things have turned out like this. I shall
+be happy too and perhaps forget all about me
+and all this misery."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Helen" cried Gladys "I will never forget
+you it will be impossible."</p>
+
+<p>"I dont know" said Helen "you see its like
+this, although we shall write to each other
+(for my mind is made up on that score) when
+once you are happy, though you will not exactly
+forget <i>me</i>, you will forget this misery at
+parting and so you will be able to think of me
+without pain or regret, and it will be like a
+wound which though healed over is still to be
+seen, do you under stand?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes dear Helen" said Gladys "there is certainly
+truth in what you say, but do you think
+we shall either of us be happy again?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes" said Helen with a smile, "I do, light<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span>
+is certainly breaking through the darkness
+after all Gladys"</p>
+
+<p>Ah Helen!, happily for you that you can
+see the bright light appearing, but there are
+dark clouds gathering in the distance which
+you do not see but which nevertheless are coming
+nearer and nearer and will soon burst over
+your head and extinguish the sunshine and
+the light.</p>
+
+<p>The dreary morning passed away at last and
+the afternoon followed suit. A quarter to six
+found Gladys and Helen taking a last farewell
+in the drawing room before Mr. Palsey arrived.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Helen shall we ever meet again, sobbed
+Gladys.</p>
+
+<p>"Hush hush" said Helen "dont cry Gladys
+and let me give you some advice before you
+go. Dont sob or show any emotion when you
+bid me goodbye and if afterwards Mr. Palsey
+should mention me to you be quite calm
+and show him you do not care, when next we
+meet I'll tell you my reasons and be sure
+they're good ones."</p>
+
+<p>Voices were heard at the front door and
+going into the hall, they found Mr. Palsey and
+Cyril talking and a carriage waiting at the
+gate.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Goodbye Miss Lincarrol" said Cyril as he
+took her hand "I am sorry you have to go."</p>
+
+<p>"Not at all" said Gladys brightly "goodbye
+Mr. Sheene, thanks for all your kindness."</p>
+
+<p>Here Mr. Palsey interposed "goodbye Miss
+Winston" he said raising his hat.</p>
+
+<p>Helen drew herself up and gave him a look
+(such a one as once seen never forgotten) and
+then turning to her friend said, "well goodbye
+Gladys, a pleasant journey to you dear."</p>
+
+<p>"Goodbye Helen" said Gladys bravely and
+calmly and without a break in her voice.</p>
+
+<p>"I hope you will enjoy yourself in London."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Palsey looked astounded, he had expected
+a loud fit of crying at least.</p>
+
+<p>"Wont you say goodbye to me Miss Winston
+he asked sheepishly.</p>
+
+<p>"No cried Helen in a laud voice, "it was
+an evil day for you Mr. Palsey when my good
+father asked you to his house."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Palsey jumped into the open fly and put
+his bag beside him.</p>
+
+<p>Helen stood on the steps waving her hand
+with tears in her eyes, while Gladys, for the
+sake of the friend she loved, sat erect and tearless
+in the carriage which soon wheeled her
+away from "Beach Dale" and its occupants.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER 18</h2>
+
+<h3>THE OFFICE</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Left</span> alone in the dreary little cottage, a sense
+of utter lonliness came over Helen. She truly
+felt as though the one spark of happiness in
+her life had faded. Sitting down in an arm
+chair, she took up some crochet and tried to
+do a little work before sunset.</div>
+
+<p>In a few minutes Cyril entered, fresh from
+a country walk.</p>
+
+<p>"Ah Helen" he cried "you're busy I see."</p>
+
+<p>"No I'm not" replied Helen sadly "did you
+want me for anything?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well I was thinking it might be as well to
+go and see the autioneer, Mr. Graham," replied
+Cyril "you see all this furniture must be
+sold and a week is but a short time to settle
+everything."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes I presume that would be best" said
+Helen with a sigh "where does this Mr.
+Graham live?" "Not a very long way off"
+replied Cyril "49 Eastern Grove is his address"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes I know" said Helen "when shall we
+start?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Now, if you like" said Cyril</p>
+
+<p>"Very well," and Helen tossed away her
+crochet and put on her hat.</p>
+
+<p>It did not take very long to reach Eastern
+Grove, a pretty little street at the end of
+Kenelham. Helen stood by while Cyril arranged
+matters to his own taste. At last all
+was settled and Mr. Graham politely promised
+to be round at Beach Dale by 9 o'clock
+the next morning.</p>
+
+<p>The next three days were busy ones indeed
+for Helen. All day she was flying up and
+downstairs, from attic to kitchen placing the
+furniture to be sold in lots and keeping what
+she wanted to take, in her own bedroom.
+Marshland helped all she could but being old
+and stiff she could do little but sit in the
+kitchen and moan at the loss of her beloved
+master's goods.</p>
+
+<p>Friday came at last (the day Cyril had arranged
+for starting) and Helen was up early
+taking a last look at the rooms, garden walks
+etc., that she loved.</p>
+
+<p>It was a boiling hot day and they had to
+start in the middle of the heat.</p>
+
+<p>A large waggon came to the door wherein
+all the odd pieces of furniture were packed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span>
+and the trunks and boxes being put on the top
+of that, Helen and Marshland got a small
+wooden bench which they put at the door of
+the waggon for, as Marshland truly remarked
+"Air was better than comfort," and there they
+seated themselves to drive to the station&mdash;Cyril
+had gone on to take the tickets and see
+about a comfortable carriage.</p>
+
+<p>It was two o'clock by the time they reached
+Holburn.</p>
+
+<p>Cyril jumped out, ordered a hansom while
+Helen attended to the luggage.</p>
+
+<p>"Now Marshland" cried Cyril "you and Miss
+Helen will kindly get into this hansom and
+I'll tell the man where to drive to, I have a
+bussiness matter to settle, but you can tell
+the servant girl I'll be into tea."</p>
+
+<p>Helen and Marshland got hastily into the
+hansom, to the old servant's inexpressible delight
+who had never ridden in anything but
+the customary Kenelham dog cart, and the
+waggon she had recently quitted. Helen however
+was too tired to notice anything and the
+new sights and sounds had no charm for her
+country eyes.</p>
+
+<p>Presently the cab stopped at a small dreary
+looking office with the name Sheene &amp; Co:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span>
+in guilt letters on the window. Two men evidently
+the clerks, were watching with intense
+excitement the descent of the two ladies from
+the cab, their faces being pressed upon the
+iron blind of the office window.</p>
+
+<p>Helen went up the steps and timidly rang
+the "visitors bell."</p>
+
+<p>It was soon answered by a rought untidy
+looking servant girl, with no cap and a dirty
+cotton dress, whom Marshland eyed with intense
+disgust.</p>
+
+<p>"Are you Mr. Sheene's ladies?" asked the
+girl.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes" replied Helen "and Mr. Sheene wished
+me to say you were to show us to our rooms
+at once, he himself will not be in till tea
+time."</p>
+
+<p>"All right" responded the servant "step and
+in and follow me."</p>
+
+<p>She then led the way down a narrow passage
+past the home affair, till she came to
+a door which she flung open, announcing it
+was the sitting room.</p>
+
+<p>"You wont want your bedrooms yet awhile"
+she said "because they're not ready."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh pray dont trouble" said Helen.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Very well" replied the girl and she went
+off closing the door behind her.</p>
+
+<p>"The slovenly creature" cried Marshland
+"Mr. Sheene has evidently had no practice in
+choosing his domestics.</p>
+
+<p>The room in which they found themselves
+was rather small and very stuffey, the window
+being tight shut and the blind down. A red
+carpet adorned the floor a common deal table
+with a check cloth stood in the middle of the
+room, and three chairs were carefully arranged
+round it. A leather armchair was by
+the fireplace adorned by a crochet antimicassa,
+and a sofa of the same description was
+by the window. The mantle piece was furnished
+with two glass vases, and a clock,
+and a large photograph of Cyril and his two
+clerks. A sideboard was by the door covered
+with a clean cloth, a parrafin lamp, two trays
+and a bowl of lavender.</p>
+
+<p>"What do you think of it?" asked Helen
+after she had opened the window and taken
+off her hat and gloves.</p>
+
+<p>"Humph" said Marshland looking round
+"pretty fair, but law Miss Helen, comparing
+it with your father's dainty little parlour its
+a mere scullery."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Yes" said Helen "but dont let us hurt
+poor Cyril's feelings, no doubt he likes it."</p>
+
+<p>"No doubt" replied Marshland.</p>
+
+<p>By 5 o'clock Cyril came in, very hot but
+happy for all that. "Well Helen" he said
+"what do you think of your future abode?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh its very nice" answered Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Well let us ring for tea" cried Cyril "you
+will take your meal with us tonight Marshland,
+but tomorrow you will find your place
+in the kitchen with Alice the maid, who will
+do all the hard work while you preside."</p>
+
+<p>Marshland looked pleased but said nothing.</p>
+
+<p>Alice brought in the tea, and the three made
+it off shrimps and bread and butter and by
+that time Helen was pleased to go to bed, quite
+pleased with her first day in London.</p>
+
+<p>Helen's bedroom was at the top of a very
+steep staircase and it was even more stuffy
+than the sitting room. A rather dirty white
+blind hung in the window, which Marshland
+instantly tore down, "the filthy rag" she exclaimed
+"never mind Miss Helen, in a few
+weeks, I'll have this fit for a lady and the sitting
+room too for that matter.</p>
+
+<p>The iron bed stead was of the collapsible
+kind and Helen had to prop it up with empty<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span>
+trunks in order to get a night's rest, but
+what with the squalling of the office cats and
+the noise of the clerks and servants below, it
+was in the small hours of the morning before
+either she or Marshland got a wink of sleep.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 19</h2>
+
+<h3>IMPROVEMENTS</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">It</span> was 8 o'clock, the following morning when
+Helen was awakened by hearing a loud dispute
+outside her door between Marshland and
+Alice Grimstone (the maid).</div>
+
+<p>Glancing at her watch, Helen jumped out of
+bed and began her toilet and half way through
+she was interrupted by Alice bouncing in announcing
+it was gone 8 o'clock and would she
+(Helen) care about any water for washing.
+Helen declared she would, upon which she
+was presented with a can of hot water and
+a clean towel, soap already having been provided.</p>
+
+<p>Having placed the last hair pin in her knob
+and fastenned her white blouse, Helen went
+down to the sitting room, where a smell of
+hot coffee and fried bacon greated her nose.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Ah this is Marshland's cooking" thought
+Helen as she raised the cover of the dish.
+A great improvement was also visible in the
+room itself. It had been well dusted and
+swept and a few london flowers adorned the
+mantle shelf, a clean white curtain hung in
+the window, and Helen's work box and other
+little articles lay about the room, making it
+look far more home like than on the preceding
+evening.</p>
+
+<p>Cyril (Helen had heard) rose very late, so
+she was forced to partake of her breakfast
+alone.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as she had finnished, she rang the
+bell and ordered a fresh meal to be got ready
+for Cyril, for she really wished to please him
+and hoped in a few days time to have the
+house really nice.</p>
+
+<p>Then Helen thought she would go out and
+buy a few things, so calling Marshland she
+said "I am going out now Marshland, and
+lunch will be at 1.30 if you please. Mr. Sheene
+likes high tea at 7 in the future we will follow
+this rule, breakfast at 9. lunch at 1.30,
+high tea at 7, Wine and biscuits 9.30."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well miss" replied Marshland "I'll
+see to it"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Yes" said Helen and do make that girl
+work for pity's sake, she is so lazy."</p>
+
+<p>"That she is miss" replied Marshland
+"She'll find her work set now I've come."</p>
+
+<p>Helen laughed "very well" she replied "I'll
+be in soon. I only want to buy a chicken and
+a yard or so of muslin for curtains."</p>
+
+<p>So going out, Helen hailed a hansom and
+got proudly in, much to the envy of Netherby
+and Wilson (the two clerks) to whom she had
+not yet been introduced.</p>
+
+<p>And so day followed day and Helen always
+found plenty to do. She was a first
+rate house keeper and Cyril treasured her accordingly.
+Marshland too made vast improvements
+in the lower regons. Alice was made
+to work hard and keep herself tidy.</p>
+
+<p>A bright yellow canary was purchased, and
+hung in the sitting room window to Helen's
+great delight, and she had no time to be unhappy.
+Cyril seemed to prefer being engaged
+so the marriage was put off, and Helen was
+once more light hearted and merry and her
+gay laugh might often be heard as she chatted
+cheerily to the clerks or played comic songs on
+the little harmonium.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>And yet no one is there to warn Helen of
+the approaching danger and misery.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 20</h2>
+
+<h3>THE SILVER TEAPOT</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Time</span> sped on and nothing happened to alarm
+or upset Helen untill a certain October morning.</div>
+
+<p>She had just commenced her breakfast,
+when in came Cyril attired in his best black
+suit and stiff collar.</p>
+
+<p>"Why Cyril" cried Helen "how very early
+you are."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes I am" responded Cyril triumphantly
+"I am going to see a friend who lives in Piccadilly
+and I doubt if I shall be back before 10
+or 11 tonight."</p>
+
+<p>"Really?" said Helen, "well make a good
+breakfast or you'll be quite done up."</p>
+
+<p>Cyril made a hearty meal and then went to
+the front door to see if the weather promised
+to be fair; it looked rather gloomy, but no
+rain fell. As though a sudden thought had
+struck him, Cyril turned round and entered
+the office.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Netherby" he cried sharply "who's afternoon
+out is it, your's or Wilson's?</p>
+
+<p>"It is Mr. Wilson's sir" replied Netherby.</p>
+
+<p>"Then see he does'nt have it" said Cyril
+shortly "I have my own reasons for wishing
+you both to remain at home today, and dont
+forget the office is in your charge today Netherby;
+admit no gossiping women or tradesmen."</p>
+
+<p>"No sir" replied the clerk. Cyril turned
+to leave the office, nearly knocking Helen over
+as he did so. "Are you off?" she enquired "put
+on your overcoat dear, it is very chilly."</p>
+
+<p>"All right" said Cyril and he reached his
+blue melton from the peg.</p>
+
+<p>As Helen was helping him on with his coat
+she noticed something silver sticking out of
+the breast pocket.</p>
+
+<p>"Why whatever is this?" she asked in supprise,
+"it looks like the best silver tea pot."</p>
+
+<p>"Best silver tea pot!" cried Cyril scornfully,
+as though a man cant carry his cigarette case
+about with him."</p>
+
+<p>But he looked uncommonly angry for all
+that and Helen had seen and felt quite enough
+to convince her that it was the best tea pot<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span>
+and she felt her heart turn sick as she closed
+the front door after Cyril's retreating figure.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 21</h2>
+
+<h3>THE PAWN TICKET</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Helen's</span> heart was beating fast, as she went
+back to the sitting room, "oh dear" she cried
+sitting down on the sofa "whatever is Cyril
+up to I wonder it <i>was</i> a tea pot I know and it
+was wrapped in cotton wool too for it felt
+soft, I do hope he is up to no tricks."</div>
+
+<p>Finding nothing to do Helen sat down to
+strum on the harmonium, but this did not
+soothe her spirits and she wandered about the
+room till her eye fell on a little white ticket
+lying on the hearth rug. She could not bear
+to see paper on the floor, so she hastily picked
+it up, and before tossing it into the fire she
+looked at it well to make sure it was nothing
+important.</p>
+
+<p>Helen know enough to see at first glance
+it was a pawn ticket for a valuable silver
+sugar baisen worth &pound;1.10.0.</p>
+
+<p>Her cheeks grew white as she read it and
+she felt her fingers growing stiff. "Of course"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span>
+she cried "its as plain as day light, Cyril has
+pawned the best sugar baisen for a few trumpery
+shillings, oh I'm sure he is getting into
+bad company" and she commenced to weep.
+"And I know he means to pawn the tea pot
+too."</p>
+
+<p>But this was only the beginning of another
+long series of troubles for poor Helen, but
+happily for her she did not know that or it
+might have driven her mad.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 22</h2>
+
+<h3>AN UNEXPECTED VISIT</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Helen's</span> weeping had given her a headache
+and she was taking a doze on the sofa, when
+angry voices were heard at the front door.
+The voices were those of Mr. Netherby and
+a young lady evidently in great distress.</div>
+
+<p>Helen came to the passage to hear what was
+the matter "I tell you I've had orders from
+Mr. Sheene to let no gossiping women inside
+this office" cried Mr. Netherby. "But I'm not
+a gossiping woman" said the lady in agitation.</p>
+
+<p>"And how do I know that?" enquired Mr.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span>
+Netherby. "I tell you I am a hater of gossip"
+screamed the lady "and here it is pouring rain
+and you have the audacity to keep me waiting
+at the front door, when I ask to see the lady
+of the house."</p>
+
+<p>"There is no lady of this house" said Mr.
+Netherby "except Mrs. Marshland and she
+rules it with a firm hand"</p>
+
+<p>"I want to see Miss Winston" cried the lady
+now almost in tears.</p>
+
+<p>Here Helen interupted, "Mr. Netherby" she
+said "If this lady wishes to see me, kindly
+let her in at once."</p>
+
+<p>"I've got the master's orders not to" replied
+Netherby firmly.</p>
+
+<p>"Insolent person!" cried Helen "obey me at
+once, open the door."</p>
+
+<p>Netherby was alarmed and opening the door
+he fled into the office leaving his mistress to
+admit her guest if she would.</p>
+
+<p>"Can I do anything for you my good lady?"
+asked Helen opening the door wide.</p>
+
+<p>With a cry the lady flung herself into
+Helen's arms, saying "oh Helen Helen, how
+very glad I am to see you."</p>
+
+<p>"Why Gladys" cried Helen "how came you
+here?" "Oh its a long story" said Gladys (for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span>
+it was she) "if I may come in, I'll tell it to
+you."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes do" said Helen "stay the whole day if
+you will, for Cyril is out and I am entirely
+alone" So saying Helen led the way to the
+sitting room, where Gladys soon divested herself
+of her dripping cloak and hat, and sat
+down by the fire to warm herself. "How
+dreadfully wet you are" said Helen as she
+shook out Gladys's cloak.</p>
+
+<p>"I had to walk all the way from Holburn
+station" replied Gladys "there were no cabs
+to be seen" "Dear dear" said Helen "I hope
+you wont take cold."</p>
+
+<p>"Not I" laughed Gladys "and now Helen
+dear if you are ready I'll tell you why I came
+here."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes do" pleaded Helen drawing her chair
+to the fire. "It is a long story" mused Gladys
+gazing into the fire, as though she could see
+the events of the past three months of her life
+written there in letters of red and gold. "as
+you know Helen, when I left Kenelham I went
+with James straight to Norfolk, where my
+parents and relations live. James and I
+stayed there for, say three weeks, and during
+that time I was perfectly happy. I did not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span>
+write to you as I didn't know your address,
+I presume you did'nt know mine. Well at
+the end of these three weeks James got an invatation
+to go and stay with some people in
+Brighton and he asked me to go too I was
+glad to do so as I had never been to that part
+at all. So it was arranged for me to go and
+we started. We had not been there a week
+when a marked changed came over James.
+He grew white and thin and seemed so terribly
+nervous about the smallest thing. Men
+were constantly calling to see him and after
+their visits he looked even worse. It was not
+a large house where we stayed, and my room
+was next to his. He went to bed very late
+and I fancy he slept badly. I constantly heard
+him moan and walk about his room, and what
+terrified me so much was he used to talk about
+murders and robberies. So I took to listening
+to him, by putting my bed close to the wall.
+And I believe he found it out, for he took to
+ill treating me, that is to say he was not kind,
+and he called me horrible names. I felt it very
+much indeed and it must have made me look ill,
+for Mrs Martin (the hostess) said she thought
+the sea air did not agree with me and advised
+James to take me to some place where I had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span>
+not been before. Accordingly we arranged to
+take a small house in Richmond for a few
+months till I got better. There it is we are
+living now. We have most comfortable rooms
+in a nice house overlooking the terrace gardens.
+Our landlady is a very good soul, and
+though I am much better for the change,
+James is not, he remains the same. All at
+once I remembered what you said to him that
+day about a murder. So I resolved to come
+and find out where you lived. I told James
+I wanted a whole day to do as I liked and I
+took a train for Holburn and I was directed
+where to go to, and here I am arrived in the
+very knick of time, just as Mr. Sheene is off
+for the day and you are quite alone to answer
+any questions I put to you."</p>
+
+<p>During the latter part of Gladys's story
+Helen had grown very white and she now
+paced the room in breathless agitation.</p>
+
+<p>"What is it Helen?" enquired Gladys.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes I knew I was right" muttered Helen
+half aloud "it is true too true alas! but my
+revenge is at hand."</p>
+
+<p>"Helen do sit down" cried Gladys "you look
+quite scared, I hope my story has not frightened
+you."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Frightenned me, No" cried Helen loudly
+"you have only confirmed doubts which have
+been lingering in my brain for month's past."</p>
+
+<p>"Doubts, what doubts." asked Gladys.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Gladys" cried Helen bursting into tears
+"thank goodness you came to me today, for you
+may yet be saved from a terrible misfortune."</p>
+
+<p>"For pity's sake Helen speak out" cried
+Gladys "you talk like a tragedian Gladys"
+said Helen "did you say that Mr. Palsey talked
+about murders and robberies?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes" replied Gladys sadly "he certainly
+made use of those two words."</p>
+
+<p>"Shall I tell you why?" asked Helen "I
+shall be much obliged if you will" answered
+Gladys.</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Palsey's conscience has begun to trouble
+him" replied Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Helen what do you mean?" cried Gladys
+wildly.</p>
+
+<p>"Simply this" said Helen "you know when
+my poor father died, people said it was suicide."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, but I never belived that" said Gladys
+with marked descision.</p>
+
+<p>"Evidently the detectives have found out<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span>
+their mistake" replied Helen "you say, men
+are constantly calling on Mr. Palsey."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes" replied Gladys "they are, but Helen
+whatever do you mean."</p>
+
+<p>"Gladys" said Helen, "dont hate me for
+what I am going to tell you; I only do it because
+I love you and wish to save you, it is a
+blessing you came here today, I suppose in
+another week you would have married Mr. Palsey
+but you wont now, for the man you call
+your lover is the murderer of my father."</p>
+
+<p>Gladys gave a loud groan and sank helpless
+to the floor.</p>
+
+<p>Helen ran to lift her up and after dashing
+some water on her face was happy to see her
+open her eyes.</p>
+
+<p>"Gladys, dear Gladys" she cried "I should
+not have told you."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, yes" said Gladys faintly, "you did
+quite right, only it was such a shock to me,
+after beliving in him all these months."</p>
+
+<p>"Of course it is" replied Helen soothingly
+"thank goodness I shall never have cause to
+doubt Cyril's honour."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Helen what shall I do?" moaned poor
+Gladys "to think of going back to sleep in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span>
+the house with a villian like him "he might try
+to murder me in the night."</p>
+
+<p>"Why not stay here a few nights till you
+think of some plans" suggested Helen "we
+have heaps of room."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh no no" cried Gladys desperately "I dare
+not vex James like that and besides Mr.
+Sheene would not have me in his house."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Gladys" cried Helen "he would be only
+too pleased to be of help to you."</p>
+
+<p>"No he would not" said Gladys "he hates
+me."</p>
+
+<p>"Gladys!" screamed Helen "how can you?"</p>
+
+<p>"It is true" said Gladys "and I will tell
+you why."</p>
+
+<p>Helen gave a snort of disgust but she listened
+attentively for all that.</p>
+
+<p>"You see" said Gladys "I had to walk from
+Holburn Station as you know and it took me
+some time as I did not know the way; I had
+just caught sight of this office from the opposite
+side of the road and was going to cross,
+when the door opened and Mr. Sheene himself
+came out, he did not see me at first, he appeared
+to be looking at the sky, but the moment
+he caught sight of me his face darkened
+directly, he looked at me for a minute with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span>
+posative hatred in his eyes, and then turning
+round he went into the office, to give an order,
+I presume that order was that no women were
+to be let in, because the instant I asked to
+see you, I was furiously assaulted by a presuming
+clerk, who called me a gossiping
+woman, and no end of horrid names."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh" said Helen rather crossly "I think you
+must be mistaken, but all the same if you
+wont stay the night, you wont,"</p>
+
+<p>"I really can not," replied Gladys.</p>
+
+<p>"Did Cyril speak to you when he came out
+again?" enquired Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Dear me no" replied Gladys "I took jolly
+good care he should'nt, so I bolted into a confectioners
+to escape him, where I had to go
+to the trouble of buying a bath bun; but anything
+was better than not seeing you."</p>
+
+<p>"Dont be sarcastic" returned Helen hotly
+"you dont treasure me as much as that."</p>
+
+<p>"Dont I?" cried Gladys "when I wanted to
+see you, I was not going to be snubbed by an
+insolent clerk, I would have braved him even
+if you had not come though I thank my stars
+you did come all the same, it is very degrading
+to be seen arguing with a common city
+clerk."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"So I should imagine" replied Helen "I cant
+say I have ever been in the same strait myself;
+I am on very good terms with both Netherby
+and Wilson."</p>
+
+<p>"Are you?" said Gladys "which do you like
+best."</p>
+
+<p>"Well you see Netherby is rather alarmed at
+me" replied Helen "since I blew him up for
+attempting to touch the organ without leave;
+but then he is more to be trusted than Wilson,
+who thinks nothing of breaking his word, telling
+stories etc: Cyril has often thought of dismissing
+him only he is very sharp and a good
+writer I belive."</p>
+
+<p>"Well Helen can you suggest any plan for
+me" asked Gladys "I cant marry James that
+is certain, but I cant go home and tell him that
+to his face can I?"</p>
+
+<p>"Hardly" said Helen "if I were you I should
+go home, and dont say a word to Mr. Palsey,
+and write at once to your parents, telling them
+all you know as soon as you get a reply write
+and let me know and I will endeavour to come
+up and see you and we can arrange some
+plans; of course get Mr. Palsey out of the
+way before you ask me."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes" said Gladys "that is easily done,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span>
+but mind you dont tell Mr. Sheene you have
+seen me today nor dont tell him you are coming
+to see me either."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh no" replied Helen "I'll merely say I am
+going to Richmond for a trip, he does not
+know you live there."</p>
+
+<p>"Then that is settled" replied Gladys with
+a sigh of relief "what time do you expect Mr.
+Sheene home?"</p>
+
+<p>"Not till quite late" said Helen "you must
+stay to lunch."</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you" said Gladys "I shall be delighted."</p>
+
+<p>So Helen rang the bell and when Alice answered
+it she ordered dinner for two in a
+most bussiness like way.</p>
+
+<p>Having made a good lunch, Gladys put on
+her things and got ready to start.</p>
+
+<p>"You must not walk again" said Helen "I'll
+call a hansom," so saying she opened the front
+door and gave a soft whistle. In a minute
+a hansom drove up to the door and Helen
+helped her friend in.</p>
+
+<p>"Goodbye Gladys" she said "dont forget to
+write and let me know directly you here from
+Norfolk and I'll come up if I can."</p>
+
+<p>"No, I'll be sure to write" responded Gladys<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span>
+"thank you so much Helen for all your kindness,"
+and with a wave of her hand Gladys
+was driven rapidly away in the direction of
+Holburn Station, while Helen returned to the
+sitting room, a great weight lifted from her
+heart.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 23</h2>
+
+<h3>CYRIL'S RETURN AND THE PROMISED VISIT</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">It</span> was past ten before Cyril returned home
+very wet and cross into the bargin.</div>
+
+<p>Helen saw at a glance what she might expect,
+so she carefully made up the fire and
+set a nice hot supper on the table.</p>
+
+<p>"How tired you look dear" she said as she
+helped him off with his over coat.</p>
+
+<p>"Well I suppose I do" replied Cyril crossly.</p>
+
+<p>"Did you find your friend at home?" enquired
+Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes I did" said Cyril hastily pouring out
+his beer.</p>
+
+<p>"Well that's all right" said Helen cheerily
+putting a lump of coal on the fire.</p>
+
+<p>"No it's not all right" replied Cyril "for
+pity's sake leave that fire alone, I'm not going
+to sit up all night."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Helen smiled "have you a tooth ache dear"
+she asked.</p>
+
+<p>"No I've not" said Cyril "look here Helen,
+have you seen a little card about the floor
+today?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes dear" replied Helen "a little Xmas
+card, that Mrs. Gingham sent you last year."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes" said Cyril, trying to look as though
+that was what he meant "where did you put
+it?"</p>
+
+<p>"In the desk dear" replied Helen producing
+a faded little card, which in an ordinary moment
+Cyril would have tossed into the fire,
+but now he carefully placed it in his note
+book.</p>
+
+<p>"By the way Helen," said Cyril "I find I
+must go to Piccadilly again tomorrow as I did
+not get through my bussiness today, have
+breakfast at 8-30 will you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes dear" replied Helen, and after saying
+goodnight to him, she put out the lamp, taking
+care to drop the pawn ticket, (which had
+been in her pocket all this time) on the hearth
+rug, where she had found it.</p>
+
+<p>Helen slept very soundly indeed and she
+therefore was awake early. She got dressed
+quickly, and went down to the sitting room.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Pulling up the blind she glanced quickly
+round the room. The ticket still lay where
+she had dropped it; Cyril had evidently not
+been down.</p>
+
+<p>By a quarter to 9 he made his appearance.</p>
+
+<p>"Now Helen hurry up with the tea!" he
+cried "it is getting late."</p>
+
+<p>"That's no fault of mine" replied Helen
+quietly "time will fly you know."</p>
+
+<p>"Who said it would'nt?" asked Cyril snappishly,
+sitting down in the grumps.</p>
+
+<p>"Why on earth does'nt Marshland send up
+the silver tea pot?" asked Helen artfully "I
+hate this old brown china concern; I'll ring
+for the other; and the sugar bowl too."</p>
+
+<p>"No, no please dont," cried Cyril nervously
+"I really cant wait."</p>
+
+<p>"Well if it is'nt sent up tonight I shall make
+a row about it" replied Helen crossly "I cant
+bear keeping the silver for special occasions."</p>
+
+<p>Cyril did not notice the ticket so Helen went
+and picked it up, "what's this?" she asked
+curiously.</p>
+
+<p>"What's what?" asked Cyril turning
+sharply round.</p>
+
+<p>"This little card" said Helen.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Oh that's mine" replied Cyril "I'll put it
+in my pocket if you give it here."</p>
+
+<p>Helen handed it over, "it looks exactly like
+a pawn ticket does'nt it?" she asked.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, its not unlike one" replied Cyril.</p>
+
+<p>"No not at all" said Helen, "in fact when
+I read it yesterday, I thought it was uncommonly
+like one."</p>
+
+<p>Cyril turned a ghastly white and flew into
+the hall to get his hat.</p>
+
+<p>"Ha ha my dear" thought Helen "I've found
+out your little game," but never the less she
+followed him innocently into the hall, "dear
+Cyril" she exclaimed "I hope my thinking that
+ticket like a pawn one has not upset you; of
+course it is awfully foolish of me I know."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes I know it is" replied Cyril cooly, "I
+may say more than foolish."</p>
+
+<p>Helen laughed "you wont be so late today I
+presume," she said.</p>
+
+<p>"No I dont think so" said Cyril, "I may be
+home by three o'clock today."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well" replied Helen "dont hurry on
+my account, and with a giggle she opened the
+door and watched Cyril safely down the street,
+"yes my boy" she thought I dare say I'm
+cleverer than you take me for, any how I know<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span>
+where you're off to now and I wish you luck"
+and with a sigh Helen entered the office.</p>
+
+<p>"Netherby" she cried "a word with you if
+you please."</p>
+
+<p>The clerk shuffled quickly to his feet and
+followed Helen into the passage.</p>
+
+<p>"Now look here" said Helen firmly "did Mr.
+Sheene ask if any ladies entered the office
+yesterday."</p>
+
+<p>Netherby looked uneasily at the floor and
+kicked up the oil cloth.</p>
+
+<p>"Speak up" cried Helen loudly, "and dont
+tear my carpets please."</p>
+
+<p>"Well miss" said Netherby nervously "he
+did mention something of the kind last night."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh he did, did he" screamed Helen "and
+what did you say?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well miss I did'nt tell a story" said Netherby
+"I said not that I knew of because you
+see miss, I did'nt look to see if you let the lady
+in or not after I went into the office."</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you Netherby" said Helen "you have
+done me a great service, "and she pressed a
+sovereign into the trembling hand of the clerk.</p>
+
+<p>Entering the sitting room she found Alice
+waiting with a telegram in hand "its for you
+miss" she said "and the reply is prepaid."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Helen tore it open; it ran thus:</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p><span style="margin-left: 4em;">"Have heard from Norfolk, come directly.</span></p>
+
+<div class='sig'>
+<span style="margin-right: 4em;"><span class="smcap">Gladys.</span></span><br />
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Seizing a pencil Helen wrote the following
+answer:</p>
+
+<div class="center">"Will try to come tomorrow.</div>
+
+<p>Helen giving it to Alice she told her to take
+it at once.</p>
+
+<p>"Poor Gladys" she thought, "I must manage
+to get to Richmond tomorrow what ever happens."</p>
+
+<p>The morning passed and Cyril was home
+to lunch in very good spirits.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you know Cyril" said Helen "I've often
+longed to go to Richmond for a trip, it must
+be such a nice place."</p>
+
+<p>"Have you dear?" said Cyril, "well I must
+endevour to take you one day."</p>
+
+<p>"Could you take me tomorrow?" asked
+Helen knowing he had an engagement on that
+day.</p>
+
+<p>"No, not tomorrow" said Cyril "why?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well there is a special matinee I wanted to
+see" said Helen "I promise you I'd be back
+by 8 in the evening."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"All right" said Cyril "you may go if you
+wish it; be back early you know "here's the
+money for your seat."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh thank you" cried Helen "this is jolly I
+shall have a rare time I expect. I shall go
+there by the 9-12. You know and have a whole
+day of it."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well" replied Cyril with a laugh, and
+kissing him soundly Helen ran upstairs to
+dream happily over the coming event.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 24</h2>
+
+<h3>HELENS HAPPY DAY</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> sun was streaming in at Helen's little
+window, when she opened her eyes at 7.45
+the following morning. Jumping out of bed
+with a happy feeling about her Helen lifted
+the lower sash of her window and lent out as
+far as possible. The October morning air blew
+chill against her lightly clad figure but the
+sun was high in the Heavens and with a sigh
+of relief she closed her casement and began
+to get dressed.</div>
+
+<p>"Let's see" she said opening her ward-robe
+and taking a view of the costumes therein<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span>
+"I'll put on my best dress if Marshland has
+mended the skirt" and so saying Helen shook
+out a pretty tweed dress trimmed with a deep
+pointed collar of scarlet velvit and cuffs to
+match and proceeded to button it on herself.</p>
+
+<p>Here she was interupted by a loud knocking
+at the door and Alice thrust her head in saying
+"If you please miss, Mr. Sheene says he
+dont know what train you're a-going to Richmond
+by because its going on for 9 and the
+breakfast is almost cold."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh dear" cried Helen hastily pinning on
+her hat, "I'll be down directly; what a time
+I've been dressing" she added. Seizing her
+gloves, umbrella, and little gold bracelet, she
+dashed downstairs and into the sitting room
+where a cold unpleasant breakfast greeted her,
+but Cyril was in a very good temper and that
+was just what was wanted, thought Helen as
+she gulped down her cold tea.</p>
+
+<p>"Here" cried Cyril tossing her a sovereign
+on the table, "that's a little contribution
+towards your pleasure trip."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh thanks Cyril" cried Helen joyfully "but
+do you mind dear if I dont go to the theatre;
+I have thought it over and I think I'll walk
+about the town, go to the terrace gardens, see<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span>
+the churches, and perhaps go on the river if it
+is fine, or if not go for a drive."</p>
+
+<p>"Allright" replied Cyril carelessly "I think
+you're much wiser myself, I always thought
+it was silly to go to the theatre; if you go to
+the town for a day you naturally wish to see
+it thoroughly, as of course it is'nt a place
+you're ever likely to go to again.</p>
+
+<p>"Exactly" replied Helen with a smile, "now
+Cyril I'm off; when do you start for Picadilly?"</p>
+
+<p>"Not till 10.30" replied Cyril, "now hurry
+up or you'll be late; be back by eight wont
+you" and he strode to the front door with her,
+where a hansom stood waiting.</p>
+
+<p>"Goodbye" cried Helen waving her hand to
+him: "Goodbye" replied Cyril "I'm so glad
+you're going to have a happy day" And as she
+drove off, Cyril thought what a bright pretty
+little blossom she looked with her bright eyes
+and rosy cheeks, compared to many of the
+ugly looking men who adorned the boxes of
+the London cabs.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span></p>
+<h2>PART II</h2>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 25</h2>
+
+<h3>A CRISIS</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">To</span> do Cyril justice, it will be only fair to say
+that he experienced no slight pang at parting
+with his pretty little future wife for one day
+only, for, cruel and hardened as he had become,
+he had a deep and undying love for
+Helen in the bottom of his heart.</div>
+
+<p>"What a dear she is," he muttered to himself,
+as the hansom disappeared round the
+corner, "and what a beast I am; I've deceived
+her all these months and I am still doing so.
+If it hadn't been for that villain Palsey, I'd
+have told her long ago, but now I can't, it's
+too late&mdash;too late," and thus making himself
+miserable and uneasy, Cyril entered his office
+to give the customary orders, and then prepared
+to walk to Picadilly.</p>
+
+<p>Leaving Cyril, we must now follow Helen
+to Holburn station. The train was in as she
+reached the station, and she had a rush for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span>
+it; but she succeeded in securing a fairly comfortable
+seat in a third class carriage with
+only three people in it besides herself.</p>
+
+<p>Having made some notes in her pocket book,
+she proceeded to read "Pearson's Weekly,"
+and soon became engrossed in its contents.
+By the time the train stopped at Richmond,
+the carriage was empty, and Helen was loth
+to leave her comfortable seat. Seizing her umbrella,
+she jumped blithely on to the platform,
+and glanced quickly at every passenger. No,
+Gladys had certainly not come to meet her.
+Giving up her ticket, she found herself on
+the open platform, and ordering a cab, she
+got in, telling the man to drive to number 8,
+Down Terrace. She then lent back, determined
+to enjoy everything that came under
+her notice. "It seems a big place" she said,
+as she drove through the crowded High Street
+of Richmond, halting every now and then to
+let a dust cart or some other vehicle pass over
+them.</p>
+
+<p>At last the Terrace Gardens came in view
+and Helen knew it would not be long before
+the cab stopped.</p>
+
+<p>She was right; just then it stopped in front
+of a row of large well built houses and having<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span>
+paid her fare Helen ran up the steps and rang
+the bell.</p>
+
+<p>It was answered by a stout middle aged
+woman.</p>
+
+<p>In reply to Helen's enquiry she replied in
+hearty tones "Oh yes miss, Miss Lincarrol is
+in right enough, she's been expecting you all
+the morning almost.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Norton had hardly uttered her statement,
+when Gladys herself came flying downstairs
+and in a minute she had her arms round
+Helen's neck and was hugging and kissing
+her to death.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Helen," she cried "how kind of you
+to come so soon, you dont know what a lot
+I have to tell you."</p>
+
+<p>"I am quite sure you have dear" answered
+Helen "I was delighted to be able to come
+with out any bother"</p>
+
+<p>"Did'nt Mr. Sheene mind?" enquired Gladys
+leading Helen up the richly carpeted staircase."
+Oh not at all answered Helen brightly
+he seemed quite pleased for me to have a holiday,
+and he gave me this" she added holding
+up a bright gold piece.</p>
+
+<p>At this juncture they arrived at Gladys's
+bedroom, and drawing back a red plush curtain<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span>
+they emerged into a dainty little bedroom
+furnished entirely in sea green and bamboo.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! what a charming room" gasped Helen
+thinking of her own plain room at home compared
+to this perfect little paradise.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes it is rather pretty" replied Gladys indifferently.
+all my rooms are on this landing
+you know!</p>
+
+<p>"How many have you?" asked Helen in surprise.
+"My sitting room is opposite this, and
+there is a dear little conservatory opening out
+of it in which I keep all my pet plants" replied
+Gladys "I think that is quite enough
+for one girl dont you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Quite" responded Helen "but where does
+Mr. Palsey sleep if you don't mind me asking."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh James has his appartments on the floor
+above this" said Gladys "now do take off your
+hat, and come and chat in my cosy corner"
+and she pointed to the richly cushioned seat
+as she spoke.</p>
+
+<p>Helen lay back in the seat and putting her
+hands behind her head she gazed wistfully
+round the room.</p>
+
+<p>"Well Helen" laughed Gladys "are you
+longing to see my other rooms?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh no" replied Helen sadly, "this is quite<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span>
+lovely enough thank you, but Gladys darling
+do pray tell me what your parents said in
+the letter."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes" said Gladys, and jumping up she
+opened a handsome little morocoo writing
+desk and took from it a sheet of writing paper
+closely written.</p>
+
+<p>"This is it" she said sadly "I'll read it to
+you Helen, it makes me so miserable."</p>
+
+<p>Helen listened attentively while Gladys
+read in a most plaintive voice the following
+letter:</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+<div class='right'>
+<span style="margin-right: 6em;">"Speerin House</span><br />
+<span style="margin-right: 4em;">Endup Road,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-right: 2em;">Norwich.</span><br />
+Oct. 17th.<br />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">My dear Gladys</span>,</p>
+
+<p>As may be imagined your foolish letter
+caused both your father and I great displeasure.
+We both consider your suspicions concerning
+James Palsey totally unfounded, and
+from what you say we think our niece Helen
+Winston must be a very foolish girl to put such
+notions into your head. Of course we pity her
+very much, as no doubt it is very sad to have
+one's father murdered, but to tell you the truth
+we think she must be a little off her head.
+(Violent exclamations from Helen). Referring<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span>
+to your letter again I see that you are determined
+not to Marry James. Now Gladys
+you must see for yourself how very nonsensical
+this idea is. James has every means of
+making you happy and what is more he is very
+very rich and is by no means stingy with his
+money, as proof the lodgings you are now in.
+I am sure he loves you very passionately and
+he is both truthful and honourable; (sarcastic
+smiles from both Helen and Gladys), and what
+is the use of forsaking this good man, whom
+you know and ourght to love, for some horrible
+scrapegrace whom you choose to consider
+faithful? Think over what I have said to
+you and try and change your mind as regards
+James. If you resolve to marry him your
+father and I are quite willing for it to take
+place at once; if however you persist in this
+obstinate behaviour, remember you are cut off
+from our wills and we will not have you in
+our house, neither will we receive any letters
+from you. We are not ones to encourage
+foolish suspicions, and are quite in favour of
+James. You may write again and tell us what
+you intend doing.</p>
+
+<div class='sig'>
+<span style="margin-right: 4em;">Yours affectionate Mother,</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">Ethelreda Lincarrol</span><br /></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>P. S. We think the less you associate with
+Helen Winston the better. Your sisters and
+brothers are very upset and sincerely hope you
+will marry dear James."</p></div>
+
+<p>"A most impertinant letter" cried Helen
+with burning cheeks and flaming eyes, "I had
+no idea my aunt was such a cruel, wicked person;
+I suppose she is in league with <i>him</i>,"
+and she pointed in the direction she thought
+most likely Mr. Palsey had taken.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh hush Helen" said Gladys "you really
+have no right to speak like that!"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes I have" stormed Helen, "she dares to
+say I'm off my head; it is far more likely she
+is off hers."</p>
+
+<p>"Helen!" cried Gladys "I really wont allow
+you to say such things about my mother,
+it is most rude of you."</p>
+
+<p>"I dont care" replied Helen "if I am to be
+privately insulted in this way I declare I
+wont stand it, I have surely had enough trouble
+without this&mdash;this&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>Whatever Helen intended to say she got no
+further, for she quite lost her self-control and
+burst out crying, her hot tears falling through
+her fingers and dropping on to her patent<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span>
+leather shoes. Poor Helen! it was indeed sad
+to have all the miseries of her past life recalled
+by a few thoughtless words expressed
+in a letter.</p>
+
+<p>Gladys who was sympathy itself, jumped up
+and ran to Helen's side.</p>
+
+<p>Putting her arms round her neck she kissed
+her, saying as she did so "never mind Helen
+dear, dont cry, I should not have hurt your
+feelings so, but cheer up and I'll tell you some
+news which will show you that we have <i>some</i>
+friends, who are not on Mr. Palsey's side."</p>
+
+<p>Helen, who quickly got over her fits of sorrow
+dried her eyes and looked up.</p>
+
+<p>"What is it?" she asked.</p>
+
+<p>Gladys sat down again and opening her
+mother's letter said "you know what Mother
+says in the post-script, about my sisters and
+brothers being very upset and longing for me
+to marry James?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes" answered Helen, "but how many have
+you got, I understood you were a very small
+family?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh no, we are rather a large family" responded
+Gladys, "perhaps I had better tell you
+our names or you wont understand the news."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes please do" pleaded Helen.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Well I have three brothers and three sisters,"
+said Gladys, "Lionel is the eldest of the
+family, he's about 25 or 26 I think, then there
+is Wilelmina, we always call her Minna, she
+is 24, then Lawrence is about 23 I fancy. I
+am the next, and I suppose you know I have
+just come of age. Ethel and Elsie (the twins)
+are just 19, and Hugh is the youngest, he is
+between 17 and 18."</p>
+
+<p>"You all seem to have very fanciful names"
+said Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Do we?" said Gladys "well Mother is just
+that kind you know, her name being Ethelreda
+Aurora, I suppose she thinks we ought to have
+fancy names."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes I suppose so" replied Helen, "I certainly
+think you have sweet names, Ethel and
+Elsie are very nice for twins, are they pretty?"</p>
+
+<p>"Ethel and Elsie?" asked Gladys "oh yes
+fairly so they are both fair you know."</p>
+
+<p>"You must be a fair family" replied Helen</p>
+
+<p>"You are fair yourself."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh no we're not" answered Gladys, "Minna
+is like a gipsy almost and the boys are all
+dark."</p>
+
+<p>"Really?" said Helen "well Gladys what
+about this wonderful piece of news?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes" said Gladys, "well when Mother
+wrote that postscript, I dont believe she asked
+the others about it at all, because only the
+other evening, I got a letter from Lawrence,
+(he is my favourite) and it seems he is quite
+in favour of me <i>not</i> marrying James."</p>
+
+<p>"How lovely!" exclaimed Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll try and find the letter" said Gladys
+"it really is awfully nice, he says he never
+liked the looks of James and he quite believes
+my suspicions are right and he says he'll try
+and find out who murdered Mr. Winston if he
+can, and he strongly advises me to mary Lord
+Beaufort, (a friend of ours who has a regard
+for me). He also says that he will try and
+come to see me, Minna is very much of his
+oppinion too it seems, but I think that is because
+<i>she</i> has her eye on James. The twins
+have not much to say in the matter except
+they think I am silly to miss such a chance,
+Lionel says so too, but then he is very high
+and mighty, you know, so of course he wants
+me to marry some one rich."</p>
+
+<p>"Well I dont see much good in looking for
+the letter now you have told me all the news"
+said Helen laughingly, as Gladys having<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span>
+turned her desk up side down, was rampaging
+about the bookcase.</p>
+
+<p>"I suppose its not much good" replied
+Gladys wearily, "well now Helen the question
+I want you to settle is this; what am I to write
+and tell Mother, and when am I to expect
+Lawrence?</p>
+
+<p>"Well my dear, as regards the latter question
+I am quite ignorant" said Helen "your
+brother may turn up today for all I know."</p>
+
+<p>"How jolly if he does" replied Gladys "it
+will be very awkward if James is at home,
+because if ever a man knew how to make himself
+disagreable James is that person."</p>
+
+<p>"Is he really?" exclaimed Helen "well I
+hope Lawrence will come today if that is the
+case, but now Gladys to business, you must
+write to your mother you know, and have you
+decided what you will say?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes I have" said Gladys bravely "I will
+write at once and say that my suspicions are
+none the less keen, and on no plea whatever
+will I marry James."</p>
+
+<p>"Gladys, you are good!" cried Helen, while
+her friend's lips trembled and her eyes filled
+with tears, "but never mind dear" she added
+"you will be well rewarded one day, when you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span>
+find yourself the happy wife of a good man,
+he may be rich too, because it is not always
+the bad that are rich."</p>
+
+<p>"I know" answered Gladys "and now Helen
+there is just time before lunch for me to write
+my letter."</p>
+
+<p>Arranging her writing table, Gladys sat
+down and wrote the following letter:</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+<div class='right'>
+<span style="margin-right: 4em;">8, Down Terrace,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-right: 2em;">Richmond.</span><br />
+Oct. 17th.<br />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">My dearest Mother</span>,</p>
+
+<p>No words can express how sorry I am that
+my letter should have caused you and father
+so much trouble. My suspicions however have
+in no way diminished. James is as bad as
+ever. He has a horrible sneaking way of coming
+upstairs and he dreams too and shouts out
+"oh why did I do it; murder! robbery." So
+tonight I shall tell him that I have found him
+out and could not possibly marry him. Of
+course he will have nothing to do with me and
+I shall be penniless, but as <i>you</i> will have no
+more to say to me, I suppose I am welcome to
+fall back upon the kindness of my dearly beloved
+friend Helen Winston. Now dear
+Mother, as this is the last letter I shall ever<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span>
+write you, I beg that you will give my very
+best love to dear Father and all the rest, Remember
+me very kindly to all my friends especially
+Lord Beaufort. Begging heartily for
+your forgiveness (which I suppose you will
+never grant me)</p>
+
+<div class='sig'>
+<span style="margin-right: 4em;">I remain, your devoted daughter</span><br />
+<i>Gladys</i>.<br />
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Having finished this epistle Gladys stamped
+and sealed it and handing it to Helen said:
+"You will post this on your way home wont
+you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes" said Helen and she placed the envelope
+in her pocket.</p>
+
+<p>"Now the next best thing to be done is, to
+go and see if lunch is ready exclaimed Gladys
+and leading the way, the two girls crossed the
+passage and entered a charming little drawing
+room. A fire burnt brightly in the grate
+and a table was spread in the middle of the
+room, on which a hot pheasant was waiting to
+be carved.</p>
+
+<p>"Is this a drawing room or a dining room"
+enquired Helen, looking at the pretty pictures,
+the sofa and various drawing room articles.</p>
+
+<p>"Both" replied Gladys "you see after meals,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span>
+the flaps of this table are let down, an Indian
+silk cloth put upon it, and it is a sweet
+little table for the centre of a drawingroom,</p>
+
+<p>"How dodgy" cried Helen in delight. Lunch
+was soon over and the girls repaired to
+Gladys's bedroom, which was brighter and
+sunnier than the drawing-room. Taking their
+seats by the window, they both sank into silence.</p>
+
+<p>Gladys was the first to break it.</p>
+
+<p>"Helen" she said "when James comes home
+tonight, I shall tell him exactly what I think
+about this matter; and if he turns me out of
+the house, where can I go?"</p>
+
+<p>"Dont despair" said Helen "your brother
+may arrive before that.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh" said Gladys scornfully "its not likely;
+I must say Helen you are very unsympathetic,
+perhaps if you were living with the prospect
+of spending a night with no roof over your
+head, you would be nicer to me"</p>
+
+<p>"I am not nasty" returned Helen; if such
+a thing does happen that you dont know where
+to go, why you can come to me, you know you
+will be welcome; you see Gladys I've had so
+much trouble myself, that I find it easy to be
+calm during other peoples misery."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Well it appears you do" replied Gladys,
+"but anyhow you will surely help me pack my
+things, for if James turns me away I shall be
+quite ready to start."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh certainly" said Helen, and accordingly
+the next hour and a half was spent in turning
+out Gladys's wardrobes etc. and by the time
+the trunks were locked and the room set tidy,
+it was nearly tea-time.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Norton (the Landlady brought some
+buttered toast and tea into the bedroom, as it
+was more comfortable than the sitting room.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh dear it has commenced to rain" cried
+Gladys, and walking to the window she drew
+back the pretty muslin curtain.</p>
+
+<p>Helen followed and the two girls stood for
+a moment looking out of the window, through
+which a few rain-drops were splashing on to
+the thick Turkish carpet.</p>
+
+<p>Helens eyes wandered listlessly across the
+terrace gardens, but she did not take in the
+scene before her, as she gazed intently at the
+lively throng before her, her thoughts were
+far away in the dingy little home-office, and
+she was wondering if Cyril would permit
+Gladys to dwell under his roof.</p>
+
+<p>All of a sudden Gladys clutched hold of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span>
+Helen's arm, and pointed to a figure in the
+street, which was coming quickly up the steps
+of the house.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Helen he has come!" she cried "quick,
+quick we must come down stairs!"</p>
+
+<p>The two girls rushed to the door, but ere
+they had time to take a dozen steps, they were
+met at the top of the stairs by <i>Mr. Palsey</i>.</p>
+
+<p>Helen's cheeks and lips grew white as a
+sheet, and she crept behind the welcome shade
+of Gladys's back, as the gaze of the man she
+hated fell upon her.</p>
+
+<p>"What is the meaning of this?" hissed Mr.
+Palsey between his teeth.</p>
+
+<p>"The meaning of what?" enquired Gladys in
+a trembling voice.</p>
+
+<p>"This&mdash;this&mdash;most un-called-for visit?"
+cried Mr. Palsey pointing to where Helen
+stood trembling like a leaf in every limb.</p>
+
+<p>"It means" cried Gladys in a loud tone,
+"that I know all Mr. James Palsey, all your
+false deceitful ways, all your cruel treatment
+of my cousin Helen and above all the murder
+of her father, and the robbery of the safe!"</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Palsey grew livid with fury and fear,
+and clung for support to the bannisters.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh you know all that do you?" he enquired<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span>
+sardonically, "For once your imaginations
+have gone too far Miss Gladys Lincarrol,
+I did not murder Mr. Winston as it happens,
+perhaps his daughter can throw light on
+that subject."</p>
+
+<p>"What do you mean?" cried Helen fiercely.</p>
+
+<p>"What I say" replied Mr. Palsey.</p>
+
+<p>"If you mean to infer Mr Palsey "that
+Cyrill has had anything to do with the murder
+you are wrong, he is far too honourable
+for that."</p>
+
+<p>"Of course he is" said Mr. Palsey sarcastically.</p>
+
+<p>"Then dont talk about what you dont know
+anything about" retorted Helen.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Palsey was about to reply, when Gladys
+interupted him, "well it is of no use to prolong
+matters James" she said "so I'll tell you
+straight what I mean; of course I shall not
+dream of becoming your wife after what I
+have discovered about you, and so I am going
+away; my parents will not have me at
+home, so I am going back with Helen Winston,
+till my brother Lawrence comes to fetch me,
+he will no doubt set me up comfortably and
+then I shall at least be free from your clutches,
+even if I am forced into marrying a poor man.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Mr. Palsey turned an ashy grey and his
+cruel green eyes gleamed viciously "What?"
+he gasped "you say you're going away, going
+to leave the man who has never been anything
+but loving to you; I tell you, you shant
+do it, you young cat&mdash;&mdash;" and seizing hold of
+Gladys's slender wrists he tried to force her
+back into the bedroom.</p>
+
+<p>Helen uttered a cry and with a blind idea
+of doing some good, she flung herself across
+Mr. Palsey's arms. Seeing his chance Mr.
+Palsey thrust Helen aside and tightning his
+grip on Gladys pinioned her to the wall, violently
+shaking her by the shoulders every time
+she opened her lips to speak.</p>
+
+<p>At this critical moment, a loud ring was
+heard at the door quickly followed by voices in
+the hall below, the next moment steps were
+heard hastily ascending the stairs. Before
+anyone could speak, Mr. Palsey felt himself
+violently punched in the back, and Gladys
+recovering herself in a moment sank sobbing
+into the arms of <i>her brother</i>.</p>
+
+<p>Lawrence Lincarrol was a tall, broad shouldered
+young man about 6 ft 2 inches. His
+hair was dark, rather curly and plentiful and
+was parted at the side. He had dark blue<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span>
+eyes a dark moustache and great regularity
+of features, but there was no resemblance to
+Gladys in his face whatever. In age, our hero
+was about three and twenty.</p>
+
+<p>Having embraced his sister and shaken
+hands with Helen Lawrence turned his attention
+to Mr. Palsey who was shivering in
+the back-ground.</p>
+
+<p>"Well!" he cried, after scanning the villian
+from head to foot, "this is nice conduct I
+must say; may I ask what you were doing
+with my sister when I came in?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh I was merely advising her to keep out
+of draughts," replied Mr. Palsey glaring at
+the newcomer with hatred in his eyes.</p>
+
+<p>"A most extraordinary way of giving your
+advice" replied Lawrence, "you were shaking
+her as if she was an animal."</p>
+
+<p>"She is obstinate" persisted Mr. Palsey.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't talk nonsense" cried Lawrence hotly,
+"a man who can contrive murders and
+robberies as well as you can, should be able
+to give a reasonable answer to a simple question,
+tell me at once, why you were shaking
+my sister in that horrible manner."</p>
+
+<p>"If you think you can master me Mr. Lincarrol"
+said Mr. Palsey, "you will soon find<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span>
+your mistake, stand out of my way or we shall
+come to blows."</p>
+
+<p>Lawrence did not move an inch, and Gladys
+and Helen waited with beating hearts, to see
+what would follow.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Palsey's evil nature was roused in a moment
+with a cow-like jump, and with the fury
+of a lion, he sprang upon Lawrence, dealing
+him a terrible blow between the eyes.</p>
+
+<p>But in his rage Mr. Palsey had forgotten
+how much weaker and smaller he was than his
+combatant.</p>
+
+<p>With wonderful coolness, Lawrence siezed
+Mr. Palsey by the shoulders and after a brief
+struggle, succeeded in forcing him backwards
+into the drawing room where he locked the
+door and slipping the key into his pocket.</p>
+
+<p>"I did not wish to fight on a lodging house
+landing," he said turning to the girls "it
+might get talked about, Mr. Palsey will have
+time to grow cool locked in there for a little,
+I'll let him out soon."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, dont forget" said Gladys "Mrs. Norton
+will think it so strange."</p>
+
+<p>"Well Gladys" said Helen "I really must go
+now; Cyril will be expecting me, and now<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span>
+that your brother has come you will be quite
+safe."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Helen!" cried Gladys "you cant go yet,
+Lawrence what are we to do?"</p>
+
+<p>"I was going to tell you" replied Lawrence.
+"Lord Beaufort is living in London
+now, 26 Portman Square, and as he knows I
+am here too, he wants me to bring you Gladys
+to stay with him. I shall be there for a few
+days longer before I go home, but I dare say
+you and Lord Beaufort will have arranged
+matters by then.</p>
+
+<p>Gladys blushed hard and pretended not to
+hear.</p>
+
+<p>"We can all go to Holburn together by the
+next train" proceeded Lawrence, "and then
+when we have seen Miss Winston safely into
+a cab, we can drive to Portman Sq. where Lord
+Beaufort will be ready to receive us."</p>
+
+<p>It is very kind of you" said Helen "but I
+really feel very mean presuming upon you
+like this."</p>
+
+<p>"Not at all" replied Lawrence "it is the
+least we could do; and now Gladys if you are
+ready, we ought to be starting."</p>
+
+<p>"I shant be long" cried Gladys "I've only
+my things to put on, and my boxes to strap."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Well then I'll just go and see about a fly"
+replied Lawrence, glancing at his watch as he
+spoke, "you be ready by the time I get back
+will you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes" answered Gladys, and darting
+back into her bedroom she commenced to put
+on her hat and jacket while Helen wrote labels
+for the luggage.</p>
+
+<p>In a few moments Lawrence returned and
+running upstairs knocked at the bedroom
+door.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh come in" cried Gladys "I'm nearly
+ready."</p>
+
+<p>"Do hurry we've not so very much time"
+replied Lawrence, dragging out a large black
+trunk and carrying it to the landing where
+a cab man was waiting to take it down stairs.</p>
+
+<p>"Now, I'm ready" said Gladys, "come on
+Helen."</p>
+
+<p>"I am coming" replied Helen and picking up
+her umbrella, she followed the others downstairs.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh I say we must'nt forget Mr. Palsey"
+cried Lawrence "I can hear him muttering in
+there now, I expect he is awfully wild."</p>
+
+<p>"I expect he is" laughed Gladys.</p>
+
+<p>Lawrence produced the key from his pocket<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span>
+and was about to slip it quietly into the lock,
+when Helen interupted him: "Mr. Lincarrol"
+she said "dont you think it would be
+safer to give the key to Mrs. Norton, because if
+Mr. Palsey hears you opening the door he
+would be sure to get out and then there might
+be another scene."</p>
+
+<p>"So there might" replied Lawrence, "well I
+think that would be the best, come along
+Gladys, the sooner we get off the better."</p>
+
+<p>"Let me out, let me out" screamed Mr. Palsey
+from within the drawing room, "I'll tell
+the police of it; let me out this instant."</p>
+
+<p>"Have patience" shouted Lawrence, but his
+words were hardly audible for Mr. Palsey was
+releiving his feelings by kicking violently at
+the door.</p>
+
+<p>"The hall door was open, and Mrs. Norton
+was standing by it waiting for her lodgers to
+come down.</p>
+
+<p>"Well miss this is short notice" she began
+in an injured tone.</p>
+
+<p>"I am very sorry" replied Gladys "but I
+have to leave in a great hurry, I would have
+let you know before had it been possible," and
+she handed a few soverigns to the land lady.</p>
+
+<p>"By the by Mrs. Norton" began Lawrance<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[234]</a></span>
+"here is the key of your drawing room, Mr.
+Palsey is in there for reasons which I dont
+see fit to mention now, but as I found him assaulting
+a lady when I arrived I shall see fit
+to inform the police and no doubt you will be
+kind enough to take charge of the key until
+my return."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes sir" replied Mrs. Norton, who had
+no great devotion for that cross-grained Mr.
+Palsey as she called him "you can trust me
+fully."</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you" replied Lawrence, noting down
+Mrs. Norton's name and address in his memoranda
+as he spoke.</p>
+
+<p>A cab drew up at the door at that moment
+and the landlady and parlour maid both
+walked down the steps with their lodgers.</p>
+
+<p>"Am I to expect you back at any particular
+time sir?" enquired Mrs. Norton.</p>
+
+<p>"I cant say for certain" answered Lawrence,
+"but I will probably be back sometime
+tonight."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well sir, I'll keep the key safe in my
+pocket till then" and Mrs. Norton slipped the
+key into its receptable.</p>
+
+<p>"The old station" cried Lawrence and jumping
+into the cab he shut the door with a bang.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The journey passed off very successfully,
+Helen and Gladys both taking a doze in the
+train and waking up quite fresh at Holburn
+Station.</p>
+
+<p>"I must go to the Police Station at once"
+said Lawrence "so I will see you both started
+first; what is your address Miss Winston?"</p>
+
+<p>"I could easily walk" replied Helen blushing,
+"but if you would rather I drove the address
+is 132, Cannon Street."</p>
+
+<p>Lawrence hailed two hansoms "now Gladys
+jump in as you have further to go" he said,
+"26, Portman Square" he added to the cabman,
+who touched his hat and drove off in an
+instant.</p>
+
+<p>The second hansom was waiting and drew
+close up to the curb as the other drove off.
+"132, Cannon Street, shouted Lawrence,
+"goodbye Miss Winston, be sure and write to
+Gladys if you are in trouble, I am going there
+myself late tonight as unfortunately I must
+go back to Richmond to see about Mr. Palsey."</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you very very much" replied Helen
+the tears gathering in her pretty eyes as she
+spoke. But she soon wiped them away and
+leaning back in the comfortable hansom she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span>
+commenced to hum a little tune as she arranged
+her ruffled hair at the little looking
+glass. Little did she dream how very soon she
+would have to avail herself of Lawrence's
+offer.</p>
+
+<p>A dismal sleet had begun to fall and being
+tired Helen was not sorry when the hansom
+stopped at the dreary looking office. Lawrence
+had already paid the man so Helen had
+only to collect her parcels and get out.</p>
+
+<p>A light was shining in the office room and
+also in Cyril's bed-room which was just
+above it.</p>
+
+<p>"How very strange" thought Helen as she
+mounted the steps. Before she had time to
+lay her hand on the bell the door was violently
+opened from within and there stood Netherby,
+looking very pale and trembling from head to
+foot.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh come in Miss, do come in" he cried in
+an agitated voice as Helen stood staring at his
+strange appearance.</p>
+
+<p>"Why Netherby, what <i>is</i> the matter?" cried
+Helen entering the passage and closing the
+door behind her.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh dont ask me miss, please dont let me
+be the first to tell you" cried Netherby and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span>
+the poor man clung for support to the door
+handle.</p>
+
+<p>"Very well, dont distress yourself" said
+Helen kindly and calmly and seeing there was
+no more information to be got from him, she
+entered the office.</p>
+
+<p>It seemed to be in a state of utter confusion;
+papers littered the whole room, Cyril's tea
+stood untouched by his desk, and Cyril's own
+private chest was wide open and Wilson the
+other clerk was cooly reading the papers and
+documents within. He glanced over his shoulder
+as Helen entered and with an insolent
+grin returned to the parchment in his hand.</p>
+
+<p>All Helen's pride and dignity was roused
+in a moment.</p>
+
+<p>"Wilson!" she cried with an impatient
+movement of her hands, but keeping perfectly
+cool the while "oblige me by telling me the
+meaning of this conduct."</p>
+
+<p>"The explanation is there" replied the clerk
+pointing to a half sheet of paper lying on the
+desk.</p>
+
+<p>It was a common bit of ruled paper and by
+the ragged edge had evidently been hastily
+torn from a note book; a pin was run through<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span>
+the top of the paper showing it had been attached
+to something.</p>
+
+<p>"Where did you find this" enquired Helen
+before reading it.</p>
+
+<p>"We found it pinned to Mr. Sheene's desk
+addressed to you miss," replied Netherby who
+had entered the room, "it was Mrs. Marshland
+who told us to open it.</p>
+
+<p>"Very well" said Helen, and she read as follows.</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>"Darling. When you see this I shall probably
+be miles away. This is written to bid
+you goodbye as it is not likely we shall meet
+again. When you read my story try and forgive
+me; for in spite of all I always loved
+you and ever will.</p>
+
+<div class='sig'>
+<span class="smcap">Cyril Sheene.</span><br />
+</div></div>
+
+<p>This strange epistle was hastily scrawled
+in pencil and the signature was very shaky,
+but Helen knew the writing in a minute, it
+was undoubtedly Cyril's.</p>
+
+<p>"It is not likely we shall meet again!!"</p>
+
+<p>The words ran through Helen's bewildered
+head and repeated themselves again and again.
+Cyril, whom she had loved so dearly and belived
+in so faithfully had gone away, left<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span>
+her alone in the cruel heartless world; Cyril
+whom she had never even had course or reason
+to call dishonourable had written himself
+to ask her to try and forgive him. What did
+it mean? And the story, where was the
+story?" The room seemed to swim round;"
+we shall not meet again, "try and forgive me"
+The story where is the story? And then all
+was darkness and Helen remembered no more.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 26</h2>
+
+<h3>A REMOVAL TO PORTMAN SQUARE</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">When</span> Helen recovered she found herself lying
+in a large comfortable bed propped up with
+pillows. The room was large, cheerful and
+beautifully furnished. A small table covered
+with a white cloth was by the bedside with
+medicine bottles upon it. A bright fire burnt
+in the grate. The blinds were down and warm
+red curtains pulled across the large bow window.</div>
+
+<p>A small lamp was carefully placed where
+no light or glare could reach the bed and the
+very atmosphere of the room spoke of extreme
+comfort.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>A nurse, in a white cap and apron was gliding
+noislessly about the room arranging things
+here and there.</p>
+
+<p>For a moment Helen lay quite still staring
+about her plerpexedly, but on making a slight
+movement in the bed the nurse turned round,
+"So you are awake at last miss?" she said in
+a slow gentle voice, "do you know you have
+slept quite quietly for three hours."</p>
+
+<p>"Where are am I?" asked Helen gazing from
+the kind face of the nurse around the strange
+room.</p>
+
+<p>"You are in Lord Beaufort's house in Portman
+Square" replied the nurse.</p>
+
+<p>"Lord Beaufort?" repeated Helen, "I have
+heard the name before."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes you have" said the nurse, "Miss Lincarrol
+is here you know, and her brother, and
+your old servant Mrs. Marshland, so you see
+no one has deserted you."</p>
+
+<p>"Except Cyril" sighed Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"You must not think of that now" replied
+the nurse soothingly, "all you have to do is
+rest and keep quiet; I expect Miss Lincarrol
+will be up soon, she has come twice already
+only you were asleep, now take your medicine<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[241]</a></span>
+and then lay quiet; you will hear all the story
+soon from other lips than mine."</p>
+
+<p>Thus reassured Helen took her cooling
+draught and lay down, patiently awaiting any
+visitor who would enlighten her as to past
+events. Her thoughts naturally enough wandered
+back to the episode of Cyril's departure
+and she was getting extremely restless, much
+to the nurse's dismay, when the door softly
+opened and Gladys appeared in the room.</p>
+
+<p>With a smile she instantly ran to the bedside
+and Helen tried to raise herself to greet
+her friend, but her head instantly swam round
+and she fell back on the pillow, white and
+gasping. The nurse gave her a dose of medicine
+and she quickly came to herself again.</p>
+
+<p>"You must not try to exert yourself too
+much" said the nurse kindly, "it will do you
+no good, and will only hinder your recovery."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well" said Helen faintly, "but how is
+it I get so queer?"</p>
+
+<p>"Because your head is in a weak state" replied
+the nurse, "and it will probable injure
+you very much to rampage."</p>
+
+<p>It would take too long to relate the history
+of Helen's illness as Helen heard it from
+Gladys's lips, with all the details and exagertions,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[242]</a></span>
+so we will go back a little bit and see
+what happened after Helen swooned away.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 27</h2>
+
+<h3>THE CONTENTS OF THE CHEST</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">As</span> soon as Netherby (the clerk) saw what had
+happened he at once called for Marshland,
+who was sitting in the parlour in a state of
+utter collapse. On hearing that her precious
+Miss Helen had fainted, the good old woman
+ran at once to the office room.</div>
+
+<p>Helen lay perfectly white and still upon the
+floor with Cyril's fatal letter clenched in her
+hand. Marshland instantly knelt down and
+placed her head at Helen's heart. "She is not
+dead" she cried triumphantly.</p>
+
+<p>"What can we do?" asked Netherby in a
+shaky voice.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll tell you" said Marshland getting up
+off the floor, you must take a cab and drive
+as fast as you can to Portman Square number
+26, Miss Lincarrol is staying there with Lord
+Beaufort and I think her brother too; they are
+all staunch friends of Miss Helen's I know
+they will come at once, we can make no move,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span>
+friendless as we are, without the help of Mr.
+Lincarrol or some one."</p>
+
+<p>"Stop a bit" cried Netherby regaining his
+courage all of a sudden; something tells me
+the story Mr. Sheene speaks of in his letter
+is somewhere in the private chest, and as it is
+evidently meant for Miss Winston's private
+reading, I'll trouble you Mr. Wilson to let
+those papers alone and give me up the key."</p>
+
+<p>"What right have you to the key any more
+than me?" asked Wilson sullenly.</p>
+
+<p>"None I suppose" replied Netherby "but I
+know that you are subjecting yourself to the
+penalty of the law by ransacking that private
+chest, "I shall inform the police if you dont
+instantly deliver the key."</p>
+
+<p>Netherby's altered manner rather cowed
+Wilson so very sulkily he gave up the key.</p>
+
+<p>Then with a set determination Netherby collected
+all the papers etc: which Wilson had
+strewn over the desks tying them firmly together
+placed them back in the chest.</p>
+
+<p>"Have you any more?" asked he before locking
+the chest.</p>
+
+<p>"No" stoutly declared Mr. Wilson.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm not so eager to belive you" replied
+Netherby.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Why not?" enquired Wilson savagely.</p>
+
+<p>"Because you're not extra fond of the
+truth" replied Netherby "and I'd rather satisfy
+myself that you have no more papers
+about you before I lock the chest."</p>
+
+<p>"You'd better dare lay a finger on me"
+hissed Wilson.</p>
+
+<p>"I dont want to" replied Netherby "but if
+you really have taken nothing, what is your
+objection to letting me see the contents of
+your pocket?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh I'll let you see the contents drawled
+Wilson and he proceeded to place a few articles
+on the desk.</p>
+
+<p>Netherby was beginning to satisfy himself
+it was alright, when he noticed Wilson shuffling
+about with the inner pocket of his coat.</p>
+
+<p>"Hurry up" exclaimed Netherby impatiently.</p>
+
+<p>"Alright" cried Wilson nervously drawing
+out a rather dirty handkerchief; but fate was
+against him and with the handkerchief came
+a roll of bank notes.</p>
+
+<p>Marshland gave a cry as she beheld the
+sight of the unhappy Wilson slink into a
+corner.</p>
+
+<p>Netherby collected the notes placed them in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span>
+the desk and without a word put on his hat
+and went out. In less that five minutes he returned
+accompanied by two policemen, who
+on a sign from Netherby advanced to Wilson
+and before the astonished man could say a
+word he found himself handcuffed and carefully
+guarded by the two officials.</p>
+
+<p>Netherby and Marshland then gave an exact
+account of what had taken place and Netherby
+ended by saying "you see Wilson if you
+had shut the chest when I told you and concealed
+nothing I should have been the last to
+call the police, but when it came to robbing
+the chest in justice to Miss Winston I had to
+do my duty."</p>
+
+<p>Wilson was too utterly dazed to say a word,
+and in a few moments Netherby, not liking
+to leave the house sent a messenger to portman
+Square.</p>
+
+<p>In a couple of hours a cab drew up at the
+door, and out got Lawrence Lincarrol, Lord
+Beaufort, and a short thin man, who turned
+out to be Cyril Sheene's solicitor.</p>
+
+<p>On hearing the story, Lord Beaufort said
+that Helen was to be taken at once to his
+house and that Marshland should accompany
+her. Accordingly the unconscious girl was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[246]</a></span>
+lifted into the brougham and accompanied
+by the old servant drove off. "Your things
+shall be sent on" said Lord Beaufort to Marshland
+as he helped her into the cab "and a
+trained nurse shall be got for Miss Winston,
+meanwhile my servants quite understand what
+is to be done."</p>
+
+<p>Then the cab drove off and Lord Beaufort
+entered the office.</p>
+
+<p>Lawrence and Mr. Spriggs (the solicitor)
+were both busy interviewing Netherby, who
+now that he had done his duty and shown
+much good sence had relapsed into his old
+nervous state.</p>
+
+<p>We had here better describe Lord Beaufort
+and Mr. Spriggs.</p>
+
+<p>Lord Beaufort was a half Spaniard, his
+mother being of that nationality and his father
+(who was dead) an Englishman.</p>
+
+<p>He took after his mother in looks. He was
+moderately tall and thin and might have been
+eight and thirty. He had straight black hair
+and beard and moustache, to match, the former
+being small and well cut, not the bushy kind.
+His handsome dark eyes were quite those of
+a foreigner and his teeth were beautifully<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span>
+white. He was particularly well dressed and
+even to his boots.</p>
+
+<p>Very different indeed was Mr. Spriggs. A
+thin wiry little man about 5 feet 2 inches,
+with thin sandy coloured hair (a trifle bald),
+twinkly little blue eyes, a very pink face and
+carroty coloured moustache. He was attired
+in a rough tweed suit with knickaboccers, a
+turn down collar, very untidily put on, thick
+grey stockings, clumping boots, a green tie,
+and a dear stalker cap drawn well on to his
+head.</p>
+
+<p>"Well the first thing to be done" said Mr.
+Spriggs in jerky tones "is to open the chest,
+and I being the solicitor will proceed to do it,"
+and he stalked accross the room with a very
+high and mighty air and made a great commotion
+with the keys.</p>
+
+<p>The chest being opened the contents were
+carefully examined. A blue envelope was first
+opened and contained the following information.</p>
+
+<p>"This is to say that I, Cyril Sheene leave
+all my money, which is all in bank notes to
+my intended Helen Winston; it is not very
+much and does not exceed &pound;150 but still I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span>
+hope it will do as I can't afford any more.
+Dated August 11th."</p>
+
+<p>This was all written in violet coloured ink
+by Cyril himself; but at the bottom of the
+paper a few lines were hastily scrawled in
+pencil.</p>
+
+<p>"I hereby add that all my share of the money
+I stole from Mr. John Winston is in the black
+leather bag at the back of the chest. Helen
+will recognise the bag. Not a farthing has
+been spent and it is all to go to Helen. Dated
+October 14.</p>
+
+<p>"That was written on the day of Mr.
+Sheene's departure announced Mr. Spriggs as
+he replaced the paper in its envelope, and this
+is the bag I suppose," he added dragging at
+a black leather bundle in a remote corner of
+the chest.</p>
+
+<p>The bag it certainly was and on being
+opened &pound;100 in ready gold tumbled on to the
+desk, and with it a slip of paper on which the
+reader will remember John Winston had written,
+"all this gold is bequeathed to my daughter
+Helen on the day when I shall be called
+upon to die," and was sealed with the writer's
+prifate seal.</p>
+
+<p>Nothing else of great importance appeared<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</a></span>
+except a bundle of white manuscript carefully
+tied up and sealed, addressed to Helen
+and marked "private."</p>
+
+<p>"I know what that is!" cried Netherby excitedly
+"it is the story Mr. Sheene wrote about,
+look here sir" and he picked up Cyril's letter
+which had dropped from Helen's hand when
+she was lifted into the cab.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Spriggs carefully read the letter and
+placed it in the chest, "ah yes" he said addressing
+Lord Beaufort and Lawrence, "that
+story is evidently for Miss Winston's private
+eye, so it must be locked up till she is able
+to read it."</p>
+
+<p>"Which wont be for a good while judging
+from her present condition," said Lawrence,
+"but now to business, what about this office,
+it is a difficult matter to carry it on without
+Mr. Sheene."</p>
+
+<p>"As far as I can see, it must be kept on till
+Miss Winston's recovery" replied Mr. Spriggs
+"if no more news is heard of Mr. Sheene till
+then well Miss Winston can come and procure
+her money and various other papers which
+will of course be hers and then this place can
+be sold."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes" said Lord Beaufort and I suppose<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</a></span>
+Mr. Netherby will be the head man till then.</p>
+
+<p>"Well yes" replied Mr. Spriggs "he must
+certainly be here to look after the place, and
+of course I shall look in occasionally to see
+all goes well; another young man can be got
+to be under Mr. Netherby as Mr. Wilson has
+gone to prison for attempted robbery; do you
+agree to that Mr. Netherby?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes sir" eagerly replied the clerk, who
+would not have disagreed for the world.</p>
+
+<p>"And if it comes to the place being sold"
+added Lord Beaufort "you can come to me
+Mr. Netherby, I may have arranged something
+by then"</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you very much sir" replied Netherby
+and after a few more matters had been
+arranged the three men left the office leaving
+Netherby in charge.</p>
+
+<p>By the time Lord Beaufort and Lawrence
+got back home, a doctor had seen Helen. He
+said that when she recovered her senses, perfect
+rest and quiet would be all she needed,
+her brain being in a dazed condition. She
+would not be able to leave her bed for some
+time probably though nothing serious was the
+matter.</p>
+
+<p>Helen remained unconscious all night and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[251]</a></span>
+next day she was very delirious but towards
+4 o'clock she dropped asleep and woke up
+about seven o'clock, her right senses returned
+to her, but still in a weak condition.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 28</h2>
+
+<h3>THE PROPOSAL</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">It</span> was not untill the evening after Helen's recovery
+that Lawrence and Lord Beaufort had
+an oppertunity of conversing together.</div>
+
+<p>Mulberry Beaufort was seated in his luxurious
+study partaking of some Burgundy wine
+and reading a detective story, when the door
+opened and Lawrence, entered, tired after a
+long day in the city.</p>
+
+<p>"Well Mulberry" he said throwing himself
+down in an arm chair and lighting a cigar,
+"no news of Sheene in the Star I suppose?"</p>
+
+<p>"Not a word" replied Mulberry, "it is a most
+misterious affair altogether."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes the odd part of it is that Palsey has
+made off too" answered Lawrence.</p>
+
+<p>"You dont mean that!" cried Mulberry.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes I do" said Lawrence, "it appears the
+villain got off while I was away; you know<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</a></span>
+I locked him in the drawing room and as the
+landlady had the key he would not have
+made his exit in that way.</p>
+
+<p>"No" replied Mulberry "he certainly could
+not but you forget the window."</p>
+
+<p>"No I dont" responded Lawrence, "that is
+just where he did get out, for when I opened
+the door of the drawing room, the window was
+wide open at the bottom, and a bit of rope
+was fastenned to a hook on the window ledge
+and hanging out of the window, so the wreatch
+made his escape that way; it is a wonder he
+was not detected for the police are every where
+on the look out for him and I am sure if ever
+a man deserved the gallows he does."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes indeed" replied Mulberry lazily puffing
+at his cigar "but in my opinion the disappearance
+of Sheene is the most extraordinary
+it was so very sudden and unexpected, but it
+was not at all an unlikely thing for Palsey to
+do, he was so angry at being locked in."</p>
+
+<p>"My idea is" answered Lawrence "that they
+both had their own reasons for wishing to
+leave so abruptly. I shouldnt be at all supprised
+if the villian Palsey knowing the police
+were on his track, dropped some hint as to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[253]</a></span>
+Sheene's share in the murder and so got the
+blame partly shifted from himself."</p>
+
+<p>"Then you think Sheene did share in the
+murder do you?" asked Mulberry, his black
+eyes flashing.</p>
+
+<p>"I do" replied Lawrence, "I bet you a shilling
+that story of Sheene's will reveal everything.
+It strikes me Sheene made off on account
+of the police too&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Well I only hope Miss Winston will soon
+be well enough to read the story" replied Mulberry.</p>
+
+<p>"I hope so too responded Lawrence heartily.</p>
+
+<p>"I suppose Netherby still stays at the office?"
+enquired Mulberry.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes" answered Lawrence, "but it will
+be a good thing for him as soon as he can leave,
+he gets very little pay and he is really a very
+good fellow indeed."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes he is" rejoined Mulberry "I will try
+and get something for him as soon as possible."</p>
+
+<p>Just then the door opened and in came
+Gladys looking very pretty in her evening
+dress of rose coloured silk.</p>
+
+<p>She blushed on seeing the two men, but
+came forward gracefully enough.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[254]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"I came to see if you were coming into the
+drawing room" she said "dinner will soon be
+ready and I have just been to see Helen."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh how is she?" asked Lawrence.</p>
+
+<p>"Better I think" replied Gladys "I am going
+up again after dinner."</p>
+
+<p>"Well I will come to the drawing room"
+said Mulberry putting aside his tumbler.</p>
+
+<p>"Will you come too Lawrence?"</p>
+
+<p>"Not yet thanks" replied Lawrence "I have
+a letter to write, I will join you at dinner"</p>
+
+<p>"We expect a few guests tonight" said
+Mulberry.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh" said Lawrence "I'll change presently."</p>
+
+<p>Mulberry opened the door and he and
+Gladys betook themselves from the study.</p>
+
+<p>Alone in the beautiful drawing room with
+the light from the tall standing lamp falling
+on her fair features, Mulberry Beaufort became
+entranced with Gladys's beauty.</p>
+
+<p>He stood gazing into her lovely blue eyes
+with his own black ones, till he could contain
+himself no longer.</p>
+
+<p>"Gladys darling" he exclaimed passionately
+seizing her small white hand "I love you."</p>
+
+<p>Gladys blushed and tried to hide her face<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[255]</a></span>
+but Mulberry caught her other hand and kept
+his eyes full on her.</p>
+
+<p>"Answer me Gladys" cried the lover "I love
+you so much and if you will only be my wife
+my happiness will be complete."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Lord Beaufort" cried Gladys "this is so
+unexpected."</p>
+
+<p>"Call me Mulberry!" he almost whispered.</p>
+
+<p>"Well Mulberry" murmured Gladys "I
+really dont know what to say."</p>
+
+<p>"Think darling" cried Mulberry, "surely
+you dont wish to crush all hope and happiness
+out of my life, my heart beats only for you
+Gladys, you dont wish to stop it do you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh no" earnestly replied Gladys.</p>
+
+<p>"Then may I take that as your acceptation
+of me?" enquired Mulberry.</p>
+
+<p>"I think you may" replied Gladys softly.</p>
+
+<p>Mulberry was too overpowered with joy to
+say a word, he merely clasped her in his arms
+and drew her head on to his shoulder, where
+it lay in a state of bliss for the space of three
+minutes.</p>
+
+<p>At length she slowly raised it and Mulberry
+taking one of her hands pressed it tight saying,
+"then darling, we may consider ourselves
+engaged?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[256]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Yes Mulberry!" murmered Gladys.</p>
+
+<p>"Then dear accept this as a token" said
+Mulberry and as he spoke he slipped a handsome
+diamond and saphire ring on her finger.</p>
+
+<p>She had scarcely recovered her astonishment
+and pleasure when the butler entered
+announcing Mr. and Mrs. Vermont.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 29</h2>
+
+<h3>THE DINNER PARTY</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> Hon: Mr. and Mrs. Vermont were only
+the first of great numbers who flocked to Lord
+Beaufort's house that evening. By the time
+the dinner gong sounded the large drawing
+room was filled with ladies and gentlemen
+many of whom had brought instruments to
+play, as Mulberry intended it to be a musical
+evening.</div>
+
+<p>Mulberry eyed Gladys lovingly as he gave
+his arm to Mrs. Murry and escorted her to
+the dining room.</p>
+
+<p>The dinner table was a sight to behold!</p>
+
+<p>Pink was the colour chosen for the evening.</p>
+
+<p>The daintily arranged menus were set in
+white porcelain frames on which pink roses<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[257]</a></span>
+were beautifully painted. In the centre of
+the table stood a valuable vase in which large
+pink roses were arranged. The numerous wax
+candles were covered with pink shades, and
+among the ferns and plants which adorned
+the room hung little pink electric lights; and
+everything that could be was ornemented with
+pink satin ribbon and bunches of roses.</p>
+
+<p>It may here be said that owing to Helen's
+illness Lord Beaufort had not had late dinner
+so the sight was quite new to Gladys.</p>
+
+<p>Three footmen with powdered hair and
+chocolate and drab livery were in attendance.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Mulberry what is this?" asked Gladys,
+pointing to one of the menus.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh that is the menu of my table d'hote"
+replied Mulberry carelessly, "this is of nightly
+recurrence."</p>
+
+<p>"How delightful!" cried Gladys and sitting
+down she carefully studied her menu:</p>
+
+<div class='center'>
+MENU DU DINER.<br />
+<br />
+Wednesday, October 20th<br />
+&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;<br />
+Hors d'&#339;vres.<br />
+Consomm&eacute; Parsanne.<br />
+Cr&ecirc;me d'asperges.<br />
+Sole normande.<br />
+Selle de mouton &agrave; l'anglaise.<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[258]</a></span>Jambon de York &agrave; la Zingara.<br />
+Pommes maitre d'h&ocirc;tel.<br />
+Poularde &agrave; la broche.<br />
+Salade de saison.<br />
+Glace marigan.<br />
+or<br />
+Gateaux Mignons.<br />
+Fromage.<br />
+Dessert.<br />
+<br />
+THE SECOND ENTR&Eacute;E MAY BE EXCHANGED FOR MACARONI.<br />
+</div>
+
+<p>As can be imagined the dinner took a good
+time, but when at length it drew to a close
+the company proceeded to the drawing room
+where they settled down for some good music.
+Mr. Vermont was the first to contribute to
+the entertainment. He played "Intermezzo"
+as a solo violin, and the beautiful melody only
+added to both Mulberry's and Gladys's happiness.
+Many others also played and sang,
+and at last by dint of great persuasion Gladys
+consented to sing. She had a magnificent
+clear soprano voice and as he listened Mulberry
+Beaufort fairly trembled for joy.</p>
+
+<p>In the midst of the proceedings the dowegar
+Lady Beaufort entered (Mulberry's mother).
+She looked a great deal older than she was
+but she was still very handsome.</p>
+
+<p>Her hair was silvery white, but her eyes
+and complexion were very dark, and she very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[259]</a></span>
+much resembled her son. She was attired entirely
+in black silk and white lace.</p>
+
+<p>The reader may think it strange that Lady
+Beaufort did not make her appearance at the
+table d'hote but to tell the truth she considered
+herself rather too old for such things, her age
+being 75. She generally partook of a plate of
+fricassed ham and a glass of sherry, by her
+own fireside, but the last two nights she had
+partaken of her meal with Helen.</p>
+
+<p>During her repast she usually read Household
+Hints and then on coming into the drawing
+room she had plenty to talk about. She
+had given her son a great deal of hints as
+to how he should propose and now hearing
+that he was accepted she made her way to
+where Gladys was sitting and proceeded
+to give her some advice as to her future housekeeping.
+It rather bored Gladys but being so
+far very high in Lady Beauforts estimation,
+she tried her best to look interested.</p>
+
+<p>At about 10-30, Lady Beaufort got up and
+played God save the queen on the piano and
+several of guests joined in the chorus on their
+violins and harps, soon after which, the people
+began to depart.</p>
+
+<p>"Shall you have guests tomorrow night Mulberry?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[260]</a></span>
+enquired Gladys as soon as the last
+visitor had strayed from the drawing room.</p>
+
+<p>"No dear I dont think so, they tire me if I
+have them every night" replied Mulberry.</p>
+
+<p>"But you'll have the dinner I suppose?"
+eagerly asked Gladys.</p>
+
+<p>"Of course" replied Mulberry with a shrug
+of the shoulders "as I told you Gladys it is
+a nightly performance here."</p>
+
+<p>"How nice!" gasped Gladys "well now Mulberry
+dear I will go and see how Helen is;
+shall I say good night now?"</p>
+
+<p>"If it pleases you dear" answered Mulberry.</p>
+
+<p>Gladys kissed him fondly and then turned to
+Lady Beaufort who accompanied her upstairs.</p>
+
+<p>Lawrence and Mulberry then retired to the
+study for another glass of burgandy before
+going to bed.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 30</h2>
+
+<h3>THE DAWN OF LOVE</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Some</span> few weeks had elapsed since the aforesaid
+dinner party took place and day by day
+Helen grew stronger, till at length Dr. Durham
+pronounced her to be well enought to get<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[261]</a></span>
+up; in fact he went so far as to say that a drive
+in the fresh air would do her good. As may
+be imagined it was a happy day for everybody,
+when Helen attired in her new winter clothes
+made her appearance in the large hall, ready
+for her first drive in the open air since her
+illness commenced.</div>
+
+<p>Gladys was also there and the nurse whom
+Mulberry had thought it advisable to keep a
+little longer.</p>
+
+<p>It was a nice bright day such as is seldom
+seen in the month of November. The victoria
+stood at the door and the two beautifully
+groomed bay horses were pauing the ground,
+eager to be off. Mulberry and Lawrence saw
+them safely off and then as they turned into
+the study Mulberry said "I think if Miss Winston
+is well enough, it would be a good thing
+to drive to Cannon Street this afternoon and
+see about reading that story of Sheenes."</p>
+
+<p>"I think so too" replied Lawrence.</p>
+
+<p>Neither of the men seemed at all inclined to
+settle down and after wandering about a good
+deal, Mulberry threw himself down in a chair
+and gave a yawn. There was silence for a little
+while and at last Lawrence unexpectedly
+broke it by saying "I say Mulberry how long<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[262]</a></span>
+is it since you and Gladys Lincarrol have been
+engaged?"</p>
+
+<p>Mulberry turned a dull red and began to
+light his pipe. "Why do you want to know?"
+he stammered at last.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll tell you presently" replied Lawrence
+with a smile.</p>
+
+<p>"Well I think it is about three or four
+weeks" answered Mulberry shuffling about
+from one leg to the other.</p>
+
+<p>"Is that all?" enquired Lawrence.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes" replied Mulberry, "now tell me why
+you wanted to know.</p>
+
+<p>It was now Laurence's turn to grow embarresed,
+"well the truth is" he said at length "I
+am thinking of proposing to Helen Winston,
+and as I have had no experience I would like
+a few hints as to how I should go."</p>
+
+<p>Mulberry laughed "well you should go to
+my mother for hints" he replied "she helped
+me very much during my little romance."</p>
+
+<p>"Well I am afraid it would hardly do for
+me to go up and ask Lady Beaufort to give
+me some hints, as I am about to propose" replied
+Lawrence "she would be very much
+taken aback I should think."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[263]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Not she" answered Mulberry with a shrug
+of his shoulders" she would take it quite as
+a matter of course; but still if you dont care to
+ask her, why not scribble her a note describing
+your position and I'll send one of the maids
+up with it; why she would write you pages of
+advice."</p>
+
+<p>"I dont want as much as all that" cried
+Lawrence "I want just a few gentle hints as to
+how to be loving and look as if I was in
+ernest."</p>
+
+<p>"Well why not write to my mother?" again
+repeated Mulberry.</p>
+
+<p>"It would look so silly" said Lawrence "and
+yet I'm hard up for advice and <i>you</i> dont seem
+inclined to give me any"</p>
+
+<p>"No, because you'd get it much better and
+more original from my mother" replied Mulberry.</p>
+
+<p>"Well then I'll risk writing" said Laurence
+getting up as he spoke "but mind if Lady
+Beaufort is annoyed you must take the consequences
+because I should never have dreamt
+of doing this without you."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh I'll answer for the consequences" said
+Mulberry with an amused smile as his friend<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[264]</a></span>
+sat down and taking a sheet of crested note
+paper proceeded to pen the following lines:</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">Lady Beaufort</span></p>
+
+<p>I hope you will excuse the liberty I take
+in writing you these few words&mdash;but speaking
+honestly I am in the very same difficulty as
+your son was a little time ago and out of
+which you so cleaverly helped him. Would it
+be asking too much of you to do the same for
+me. I am about to propose to Helen Winston
+and dont quite know how to express myself.
+I want it to be quite a short proposal and one
+quickly got through. Do you advise me to do
+it out of doors or in. I am afraid I should
+get so nervous in a drawing room, but of
+course it is just as you think best. Might I
+have an answer to this as soon as possible
+please.</p>
+
+<div class='sig'>
+<span style="margin-right: 7em;">Believe me,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-right: 4em;">Yours faithfully</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">Lawrence E. G. Lincarrol.</span><br />
+</div></div>
+
+<p>"Here now if Lady Beaufort turns that to
+ridicule its not my fault cried Lawrence hastily
+screwing his epistle into a cocked hat.</p>
+
+<p>"No of course not" replied Mulberry encouragingly
+ringing the bell as he spoke, "now<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[265]</a></span>
+when the butler comes I'll tell him to send it
+up at once and mark my words Lawrence
+you'll have a reply within three minutes from
+now."</p>
+
+<p>"I feel an awful ass" responded Lawrence
+throwing the note on the table "but now I'm
+going out for a bit perhaps as you say I shall
+find an answer waiting for me when I come
+back."</p>
+
+<p>"No doubt of it" said Mulberry and with
+that Lawrence disappeared into the hall.</p>
+
+<p>The day was beautifully fine as I said before
+so Lawrence walked further than he had
+at first meant to and coming back he met
+Helen, Gladys and Mrs. Chizzle the nurse and
+at Helen's request he got into the carriage and
+made one of the party home.</p>
+
+<p>Helen looked quite her old self again. The
+same bright red colour was on her cheeks and
+the old light in her eyes.</p>
+
+<p>"I think the drive has done you good Miss
+Winston" remarked Lawrence noting the
+change in her face.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I feel so much better" answered Helen
+"we drove all round Hyde Park and the air
+is really lovely for London."</p>
+
+<p>"It is" replied Lawrence and then turning<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</a></span>
+to the nurse he added "I should think you are
+pleased with the progress your patient is making."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes" assented Mrs. Chizzle "I am."</p>
+
+<p>"Do you think Miss Winston, you are well
+enough to drive to Cannon Street this afternoon
+and read Mr. Sheene's "story"? enquired
+Lawrence.</p>
+
+<p>"Perfectly" replied Helen with a smile.</p>
+
+<p>Lawrence was astounded, "you must be prepared
+for bad news" he said.</p>
+
+<p>"I am already prepared" said Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"For the very worst?" queried Lawrence.</p>
+
+<p>"For anything" returned Helen</p>
+
+<p>"That's alright then" replied Lawrence.</p>
+
+<p>"Mulberry and I are going to tea with the
+Vermonts this afternoon, but we need not start
+till 4 o'clock" said Gladys.</p>
+
+<p>"It would'nt matter if you were a little
+late" answered Lawrence.</p>
+
+<p>Just then the victoria stopped and after
+having helped the ladies to alight, Lawrence
+went quickly to the study where as Lord
+Beaufort had predicted an envelope lay waiting
+to be opened addressed to Lawrence in the
+dowegor lady Beaufort's hand writing.</p>
+
+<p>Lawrence blushed as he took up the bulky<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[267]</a></span>
+package and retired with it to the privacy of
+his own bedroom, where we will leave him to
+read it in silence.</p>
+
+<p>A copy of the letter is given below:</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot">
+<div class='right'>
+Nov. 4th 18&mdash;<br />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dear Mr. Lincarrol</span></p>
+
+<p>It is with great pleasure that I comply
+with your wishes. It is not the first time
+I have been appealed to under such circumstances.
+There is an art in proposing as well
+as in every thing. If you are liable to nervousness,
+do not propose indoors. There is a very
+nice little nook in the back garden by the
+crocus bed, where my own romance took place.
+It is quite unfrequented from 11 to 1 and from
+3 to 6.</p>
+
+<p>Be careful not to be too sudden or you will
+make the girl shy, but do it by degrees. Keep
+as close to her as you can after she has accepted
+(which if you manage it with tact she
+is sure to do) draw her to you and murmer
+soft words.</p>
+
+<p>If you wish for more details do not hesitate
+to write to me. Wishing you every success.</p>
+
+<div class='sig'>
+<span style="margin-right: 6em;">I remain</span><br />
+<span style="margin-right: 4em;">Yours etc.</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">Cristina Beaufort.</span><br />
+</div></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Lawrence folded the above and carefully put
+it in his blotting pad, and then with a sigh
+of relief he brushed his hair and went down
+to lunch.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 31</h2>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Helen</span> was pronounced quite well enough to
+drive to the office that afternoon; so accordingly
+the victoria was again brought to the
+front door and Helen, Lawrence and Mulberry
+all got in. It was not considered necessary
+for Gladys to go too.</div>
+
+<p>On arriving at Cannon Street Netherby
+opened the door of the office, for he expected
+them all the morning. Mr. Spriggs (the solicitor)
+was there too.</p>
+
+<p>Helen was soon seated at the desk and the
+roll of paper, containing Cyril's story was untied
+amidst a breathless silence.</p>
+
+<p>It was very touchingly written and stated
+how Cyril, led away by Mr. Palsey, had contrived
+to find out where Mr. Winston kept his
+money; and how, still under Mr. Palsey's influence
+had gone up to Warwick to plan the
+murder of poor John Winston. He fully acknowledged
+his guilt, but declared over and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</a></span>
+over again that he never would have done it
+without Mr. Palsey's aid. It ended by a heartfelt
+intreaty for forgiveness.</p>
+
+<p>Helen's voice faltered a little in places, but
+she never really broke down till the last word
+had fallen from her lips, then she sobbed
+softly, while Mr. Spriggs bustled about and
+put away the papers.</p>
+
+<p>Lawrence took Helen's hand and tried to
+comfort her but it seemed useless.</p>
+
+<p>Meanwhile Lord Beaufort sought out Netherby
+and engaged him as footman. The poor
+man was highly delighted for he was getting
+no pay at present and as every one knew Mulbery
+Beaufort was not at all scanty in the
+way of wages.</p>
+
+<p>Helen seemed very dull and depressed all
+the way home but she shed no more tears.</p>
+
+<p>Soon after 5 o'clock Lawrence began to
+grow very restless so lighting a cigarette he
+strolled into the garden to enjoy the last
+glimpse of day-light. Some how his steps
+led him to the crocus bed and here he continued
+to walk up and down his thoughts occupied
+with Helen Winston.</p>
+
+<p>As Lady Beaufort had said the crocus bed
+was a delightfully quiet spot. Not a soul<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</a></span>
+was to be seen any where, and a general air
+of peace pervaded the whole atmosphere.
+Lawrence continued to walk up and down lost
+in his rapturous reveries, while the evening
+grew darker and darker. By and by the stars
+began to come out and at length the moon
+rose full in the heavens, and then Lawrence
+looked up and there in front of him stood
+Helen, clad in her evening dress of pale yellow
+and a white shawl thrown round her
+shoulders.</p>
+
+<p>She seemed as supprised as Lawrence for
+she stopped suddenly on seeing him.</p>
+
+<p>"I beg your pardon Mr. Lincarrol" she began
+"I hope I am not disturbing you, but Lady
+Beaufort told me to come here before dinner
+and see if Jefferson (the gardiner) had raked
+the beds properly."</p>
+
+<p>Lawrence grew very red and glanced quickly
+and mechanically up to the window of Lady
+Beaufort's budoir. There sure enough the old
+lady was looking out, but on seeing the two
+together she quickly retired into the regions
+of her own bedroom.</p>
+
+<p>"This is Lady Beaufort's doing thought
+Lawrence as the letter he had received came<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</a></span>
+back to his mind. "Oh no you dont disturb
+me at all" he added aloud.</p>
+
+<p>Helen smiled and began plucking at the
+faded leaves of the trees.</p>
+
+<p>"What a lovely night it is" said Lawrence
+at last as the silence grew embarresing.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes" replied Helen vaguely and Lawrence
+glancing at her saw by the moonlight that her
+eyes had a far away dreamy look in them.</p>
+
+<p>"How delightfully sheltered this part of
+the garden is" continued Lawrence.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes very answered Helen, drawing her
+silk shawl over her shoulders as a slight
+breeze blew across the garden.</p>
+
+<p>"Had you a good garden where you lived
+before?" enquired Lawrence, unconsiously
+leading up to his proposal.</p>
+
+<p>"At Cannon Street there was only a yard
+replied Helen, a painful blush mounting to
+her face, "but at Kenelham we had a sweet
+little garden, my poor dear father took the
+greatest interest in his flowers and so did I"
+she added with a slight catch in her harmonious
+voice.</p>
+
+<p>"Dont you now?" asked Lawrence.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes" said Helen, "but you see, it is all
+so different now; in those days my father and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</a></span>
+I were constant companions and our opinions
+were one. But now there is nobody&mdash;nobody"
+and tears began to well up in her eyes and
+fall over her long black lashes.</p>
+
+<p>"Surely somebody cares for you Miss Winston,
+surely there is someone to sympathise
+with you" interupted Lawrence.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Mr. Lincarrol you dont understand"
+cried Helen with a sob.</p>
+
+<p>"I think I do" replied Lawrence gently, coming
+a little closer and taking her trembling
+hand. I think I understand your feelings,
+it must be very sad to be so&mdash;so lonely."</p>
+
+<p>"Wait till your turn comes Mr. Lincarrol
+and you will know then" replied Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Would it be different, to have some one to
+care for you, to love you as your father did?"
+asked Lawrence.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh it would, it would" cried Helen rapturesly
+clasping her hands together.</p>
+
+<p>"suppose some one loved you now as much
+if not more than your father, what would you
+say?" asked Lawrence.</p>
+
+<p>"I could not belive it" replied Helen
+promptly unless "unless" she added, "I knew
+the person very well and was quite posative
+of the love, and had good proofs of it."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Have you not proofs enough?" asked Lawrence.</p>
+
+<p>"Of what?" asked Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Of my love for you" replied Lawrence.</p>
+
+<p>"Your love!?" gasped Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes" repeated Lawrence passionately, "oh
+Helen I can no longer restrain my feelings, I
+love you as I never before loved anyone, can
+I hope, can I dare to hope that you return
+my love?"</p>
+
+<p>Helen did not answer. She was thinking
+of another proposal some months past, so very
+unlike this one, far away on the Kenelham
+hill tops, and she remembered how she had
+acted then. Once more, she felt the soft sea
+breeze fan her face, she saw the hills and the
+distant sea and she saw oh how plainly Cyrils
+form by her side, she heard his words and her
+own replies, she saw his blue eyes looking
+so intently at her; and then awaking to the
+present she saw another pair of blue eyes looking
+at her, speaking so much more fervently
+than the others and she felt the clasp of a
+strong hand on her own and then raising her
+head she looked at Lawrence and softly whispered
+"yes."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Oh Helen" cried Lawrence "you make me
+so happy, so very happy!</p>
+
+<p>Tears of joy dimmed Helen's eyes and Lawrence
+taking her hand drew her head on to his
+breast and told her gently of his great love for
+her and how happy they both would be. And
+Helen listenned feeling the happiness had already
+begun.</p>
+
+<p>A gentle breeze began to stir the trees and
+fan the brows of the lovers as they slowly
+walked along the paths of love, and the moon
+looking down from her home in the heavens,
+smiled on the pair and wished them joy.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 32</h2>
+
+<h3>PREPARATIONS</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">As</span> the time drew on Lord Beaufort began to
+make preparations for his marriage with
+Gladys.</div>
+
+<p>He had at first thought it would be nice if
+Lawrence and Helen could be married on the
+same day, but that was found to be quite impossible
+as Lawrence wished to visit his home
+first, he had also plenty of other things to
+attend to before he could be married.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>One evening about 10 o'clock, Gladys was
+seated in her bedroom enjoying a few minutes
+quiet before going to bed.</p>
+
+<p>Her maid had already done her hair and
+she had changed her evening dress for a warm
+and comfortable dressing gown. Her room
+presented rather an untidy appearance as the
+dress maker had been there that day to bring
+her wedding dress which now lies in a snowy
+pile at the foot of the bed.</p>
+
+<p>As Gladys sat still by the fire a knock
+sounded at the door. Before she could reply
+the door opened and Helen came in.</p>
+
+<p>"Well Gladys, you seem to be enjoying yourself
+here all alone" she cried drawing her
+chair to the fire beside her friend.</p>
+
+<p>"I was only thinking" replied Gladys with a
+laugh.</p>
+
+<p>"Of tomorrow I suppose" put in Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Well to tell the truth I was" answered
+Gladys with a faint sigh.</p>
+
+<p>"Well you shouldnt sigh" said Helen "only
+think Gladys, this time tomorrow you will be
+Lady Beaufort."</p>
+
+<p>"I know that" said Gladys rather crossly.</p>
+
+<p>"How sad you seem" said Helen in supprise.</p>
+
+<p>"Do I?" enquired Gladys "well perhaps<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</a></span>
+you'll feel the same the night before your
+marriage."</p>
+
+<p>"I hope not" answered Helen promptly "oh
+Gladys" she added quickly "you never told
+me where you are going for your honeymoon."</p>
+
+<p>"How silly of me" replied Gladys cheering
+up "well we are going on the continent, Mulberry
+wishes to visit some relations of his in
+Venice and then I shall get him to spend a
+week or go in Naples, Rome, Paris and other
+places"</p>
+
+<p>"How lovely!" cried Helen "I do envy you."</p>
+
+<p>"Well wont you do the same at your honeymoon?"
+asked Gladys.</p>
+
+<p>"No" said Helen "Lawrence and I are going
+to spend a quiet fortnight at Ryde in the
+Isle of Wight."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh I see" said Gladys.</p>
+
+<p>"What time does the important ceremony
+take place tomorrow" demanded Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"At 11 o'clock precisely" rejoined Gladys,
+who possessed the virtue of punctuality, "at
+St. Pauls."</p>
+
+<p>"I see" said Helen "and when do you start
+on your honeymoon?"</p>
+
+<p>"We cross the channel tomorrow night" replied
+Gladys.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"And Lawrence and I are going to Norfolk"
+replied Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Are you really?" asked Gladys.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes Lawrence lives there you know" said
+Helen "so he thought it would be nice for me
+to go and see his people; why what am I telling
+you this for when Lawrence is your own
+brother?"</p>
+
+<p>"I dont know I'm sure" laughed Gladys, "by
+the by Helen did Lawrence tell you that
+mother and father have quite softened, and
+are quite willing I should marry Mulberry,
+but they cant bring themselves to come up
+tomorrow to the marriage; Lionel and Minna
+are coming though, so I expect they will go
+back to Norfolk with you and Lawrence."</p>
+
+<p>"I knew all that" replied Helen "I am really
+quite excited about it."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Helen you must see my wedding
+dress" cried Gladys, and getting up the two
+girls walked to the bed whereon lay a flimsy
+mass of tule and satin crowned with orange
+blossom and glittering with diamonds."</p>
+
+<p>"It is really a beautiful dress" said Helen
+at last "how sweet you will look Gladys."</p>
+
+<p>"Dont be sarcastic" said Gladys with a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[278]</a></span>
+smile little dreaming how pretty she looked
+even then in her simple dressing gown.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh I say there is 12 o'clock striking" cried
+Helen starting up "I've been here a whole two
+hours, it is really disgracful, well goodnight
+Gladys dear" she added as she flew quickly
+out of the room as the last stroke of midnight
+died softly away.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 33</h2>
+
+<h3>THE MARRIAGE</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">At</span> 11 o'clock precisely, as Gladys had said
+the marriage ceremony began.</div>
+
+<p>Gladys as I have already said was attired
+in a white satin trained dress made to fit her
+slender figure to perfection and covered with
+thin tule. She wore orange blossom in her
+hair and on her dress and a magnificent diamond
+crescent caught up her veil.</p>
+
+<p>Helen and Mina Lincarrol were the bridesmaids
+they also wore white. Their dresses
+were exactly alike, but to colour them a little,
+they were delicately shaded with primrose yellow;
+long satin streamers hung from the bouquets<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[279]</a></span>
+they carried and both being dark girls
+the colour suited them admirably.</p>
+
+<p>The page, a little Spanish cousin of Mulberry's
+was attired in white and yellow satin
+also and very pretty he looked, being just five
+years old and very dark with an olive complexion.</p>
+
+<p>Lionel Lincarrol a tall handsome man of five
+or six and twenty gave his sister away as his
+father could not come up for the ceremony.</p>
+
+<p>The mighty cathedral was filled to overflowing;
+the most part of the people were invited
+guests as Lord Beaufort was very popular in
+society; but a great many ordinary people had
+just dropped in to try and catch a glimpse
+of the bride and bridegroom as they marched
+up the church.</p>
+
+<p>At last the service drew to a close, and the
+guests got into their carriages to drive back
+to Portman Square where the wedding breakfast
+was to take place.</p>
+
+<p>One of the enormous reception rooms had
+been beautifully decorated with sprays of real
+orange blossom from Lord Beaufort's hot
+house and many other bridal decorations. A
+magnificent breakfast was then partaken of,
+every article being of the highest quality for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[280]</a></span>
+Mulberry Beaufort prided himself on never
+half doing things.</p>
+
+<p>The guests then repaired to another room
+to inspect Gladys's wedding presents, which
+were numerous and costly.</p>
+
+<p>And so the day wore on and 5 o'clock found
+Gladys, Mulberry, Helen, Mina, Lionel and
+Lawrence all at the railway station waiting
+for the boat train to take Gladys and Mulberry
+to Newhaven for whence they were to
+cross the channel.</p>
+
+<p>Gladys's travelling dress was extremely
+pretty being made of pale blue grey which
+suited her very well.</p>
+
+<p>At last the train came slowly into the station
+and the happy pair got in.</p>
+
+<p>The goodbyes were brief and cheerful, good
+luck being wished on every side.</p>
+
+<p>Mulberry expected to be in London again by
+the end of Febuary and by that time Helen
+and Lawrence would probably be one.</p>
+
+<p>At last the whistle sounded and those left
+on the platform watched the train till it
+rushed into the tunnel, and then they turned
+and went on to the opposite platform to take
+the train for Norfolk.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[281]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>It was a long journey and they were all
+tired when they got there.</p>
+
+<p>The brougham had been sent to meet them
+and though the others all knew the road to
+their house so perfectly, Helen looked out of
+the window with a new interest for it was all
+strange to her.</p>
+
+<p>After a drive of 1/4 of an hour or more the
+carriage drew up in front of a fine old house
+standing rather back from the road and with
+a beautiful carriage sweep in front. In the
+moonlight it presented a very pretty picture.</p>
+
+<p>Before the coachman had time to ring Lawrence
+had jumped out and opened the front
+door.</p>
+
+<p>They then crossed the hall and entered the
+drawing room a beautifully furnished room.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Lincarrol was reading by the fire when
+they all entered. She was a very tall thin
+woman with reddy coloured hair done very
+high on her head and small winky blue eyes.
+Her features were fairly good, but she was
+powdered profusely and indeed her hair looked
+as though it had seen a good many bottles
+of hair dye. She was attired in an evening
+dress of purple velvit trimmed with black
+satin and jet. Helen glanced at her as she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[282]</a></span>
+rose from her chair and wondered how she
+came to have such a good looking family. But
+she quickly became aware that the room contained
+two other occupants. Two girls were
+seated at the piano trying some duets. They
+were both tall and fair with blue eyes and
+pale complexions and they wore rose coloured
+dresses. From Gladys' discription Helen
+knew why they were the twins Ethel and Elsie.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Lincarrol rose as they entered and
+having embraced her family turned with a
+queer look in her eyes to Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"So this is Helen Winston?" she said holding
+out her hand, "my niece I think"</p>
+
+<p>Helen did not quite know what to say so she
+merely smiled and she was then introduced
+to Ethel and Elsie, both of whom she liked
+very much, especially the former.</p>
+
+<p>"Now I think you'd better go and see your
+father" exclaimed Mrs. Lincarrol at last "you
+will find him in the library with Hugh, no
+doubt Helen would like to make her uncle's
+acquaintance."</p>
+
+<p>"I should" replied Helen.</p>
+
+<p>So they all marched accross the hall and
+opening another door entered the library.</p>
+
+<p>"So here you all are again" cried a cheery<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[283]</a></span>
+voice from within and at the same moment a
+tall well built man came forward. He was a
+contrast to his wife in every way, being fairly
+stout, dark and brown eyed. He had a kind
+though stern looking face. He greeted Helen
+very cordially with none of the shifty glances
+his wife had made use of and then introduced
+Hugh to her. He was only 17&nbsp;1/2 with dark
+hair and eyes and very much resembled Lionel.</p>
+
+<p>"Well I'm glad to see you all back." cried
+Mr. Lincarrol, "but you all look tired, I suppose
+the journey was long?"</p>
+
+<p>"Not very" replied Minna who had hitherto
+kept a discreet silence, "but I'm very hungry.</p>
+
+<p>"Why of course you must be, ring the bell
+Hugh" cried Mr. Lincarrol heartily "and I'll
+see you get something at once."</p>
+
+<p>A very good meal was soon brought up and
+it was quickly disposed of.</p>
+
+<p>"Well Helen I'm going to bed now" said
+Minna at last, "if you come now I'll show you
+your room."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh thank you" replied Helen and with that
+they both walked upstairs together.</p>
+
+<p>Lionel and Hugh soon followed their example
+and so Lawrence was left alone with his
+father.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[284]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"A very nice girl Helen Winston seems"
+cried Mr. Lincarrol, "I admire your taste
+Lawrence."</p>
+
+<p>"I'm glad you do" answered Lawrence, "I
+was struck with her when I first met her."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes I certainly admire your choice" replied
+Mr. Lincarrol, and after a few more
+words they both retired to bed.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 34</h2>
+
+<h3>FIVE YEARS LATER</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Five</span> years have elapsed since we last saw
+Helen. Let us choose a favourable moment to
+view our heroine after the lengthy interval.</div>
+
+<p>Seated in a large and wealthily furnished
+drawing room by a bright fire, writing at a
+neat little table, sits Helen, now no longer
+Helen Winston but Mrs. Lincarrol. The clock
+has just struck 4. and the shades of the December
+evening are fast drawing in. By the light
+of the fire however we can get a tolerably good
+view of Helen. She has altered but little during
+the five years of her married life. She
+looks a trifle older, but the change is so slight
+as to be scarcely perceptible. She has still the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[285]</a></span>
+luxurious black hair and long lashes shading
+her soft eyes.</p>
+
+<p>She is clothed in a rich tea-gown of a delicate
+green. She is writing diligently and
+seems intent on her work but she occasionally
+looks up to address a word or two to a delicate
+looking little girl of about three years
+who is playing on the hearth with a little fox
+terrier. This is little Nellie, the only child,
+a pale-faced fair-haired little thing, who has
+attained her third year today.</p>
+
+<p>At length it grows too dark to see, so closing
+her blotter with a snap, Helen walks to
+the window and holding aside the heavy velvit
+curtain gazes out accross the frost-bitten garden
+and the roofs of the houses, which are
+dotted about the town of B&mdash;&mdash;.</p>
+
+<p>"Dear me" she says "it is beginning to snow,
+I think dear" she adds turning to her child
+"it is time you went up to the nursery tea will
+be ready I expect."</p>
+
+<p>So saying she rings a bell and Marshland
+appears, looking very different to when we last
+saw her, in her black dress and clean cap and
+apron. Having stuck to Helen in the hour of
+trial she now finds herself the much-respected
+nurse of little Nellie.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[286]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Nellie having departed to the upper regions,
+Helen once more resumes her writing, this
+time by the aid of a large standing lamp. By
+and bye a servent enters with some tea. "Is
+Mr. Lincarrol in yet?" enquires Helen. "No
+m'am I think not" replies the servent. "oh
+then I shant expect him till late" answers
+Helen and so saying she partakes of her tea
+alone, which done she goes to the piano and
+plays a few merry sonatas. At length the
+clock strikes seven, and Helen is about to go
+and dress for dinner, when the butler enters
+with the message that a woman from the village
+of Huntsdown (5 miles distant) wishes
+to see her at once on a very important matter.</p>
+
+<p>"Who is the woman?" askes Helen in great
+astonishment.</p>
+
+<p>"I dont know mum" replies the butler "she
+is very poor-looking and says she's tramped all
+the way from Huntsdown to see you, but she
+wont give no name."</p>
+
+<p>"How extraordinary!" says Helen, "I know
+no one living in Huntsdown, in fact I have
+only been there once; but however I will go
+and see the poor soul." and rising as she speaks
+Helen vanishes into the hall.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[287]</a></span>An old woman of about 60 or 70 is standing<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">in a remote corner of the hall. The butler</span><br />
+had spoken truthfully when he said the woman
+was poor looking. She wears a tattered dress
+of some faded hue, and on the top of that a
+man's coat, which might once have been black
+but is now almost bottle-green. A thin shawl
+coveres her shoulders and a battered black
+bonnet hangs back from her head. Her iron-grey
+hair is streaming over her face, still damp
+with the falling snow.</p>
+
+<p>"Did you wish to speak to me" asks Helen
+kindly advancing to the woman.</p>
+
+<p>"I do mum" replies the poor creature, dropping
+a bob-curtsey as she speaks, "I've bin
+tramping from Huntsdown since 4 o'clock and
+bin nearly turned back with the snow."</p>
+
+<p>"What is your name," enquires Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"Mrs. Cotton, if you please mum" answers
+the woman, "but to get on with my story, you
+must know I live at "The Jolly Dutchman"
+in Huntsdown. My husband keeps the inn,
+but he dont do much bussiness; the place is
+so remote-like, and I'm afraid he's a bad lot,"
+and here Mrs. Cotton shook her head regretfully
+"but to come to the point mum, a week
+or so ago, a poor man all ragged and looking
+terribly ill, come to the door and asked if we<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[288]</a></span>
+could let him in to sleep the night, as he'd
+no were to go and no money. My husband
+was drunk at the time and turned the poor
+man away in spite of my pleading for him. A
+few minutes later when my husband was in the
+bar I opened the door and seeing the poor
+man there I could not resist letting him in.
+So according I gave him the attic at the top
+of the 'ouse, where he has bin laying ill ever
+since without my 'usband knowing."</p>
+
+<p>"What a sad story" says Helen gently "but
+I'm sure it was very good of you to risk taking
+the man in. I suppose you came to me for
+money did you not?"</p>
+
+<p>"No mum not for that" replies Mrs. Cotton
+sadly "you see I've tried to save a little money
+myself during the last few years so I've been
+able to have the doctor in once or twice to look
+at the poor man. Mr. Harland his name is.
+Me and my girl Sally, we've made the attic
+as confortable as we can and I've lit a fire up
+there once, but you see mum coles costs money
+like everythink else. The doctor says there's
+not much 'ope for the poor man, he's dying
+fast of fever and consumption. The other
+night mum, your gardiner, happened to come
+in for a glass of something and of course he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[289]</a></span>
+got talking with the other men and the conversation
+fell on you mum, and he said he's
+known you a long time ever since you was
+Miss Winston (or some sich name as that)
+At the time the talk was going on, I was sitting
+upstairs with Mr. Harland and as the
+door was open we could hear the talk in the
+bar quite distinct; well mum, directly Mr.
+Harland heard your name mentioned, he got
+quite wild and excited all of a sudden and
+went raving on about you and he would'nt be
+satisfied till I told him all I knew about you.
+I was astonished mum I can tell you. After
+that Mr. Harland seemed much quieter and
+all yesterday and today he's been in a sort
+of stupor, but about half past three today he
+called me and told me he'd not got very long
+to live and would I do him a favour? I said
+"Yes," so he told me to go into the town and
+ask you to come and see him at once. He says
+he knew you quite well some time back and
+you knew him too, but you probably have forgotten
+the name now. I tell you mum I was
+fair took aback, but however leaving my girl
+Sally in charge of him, I started off on my
+errand, and here I am mum, waiting to know<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[290]</a></span>
+what your answer may be to this extraordinary
+request?"</p>
+
+<p>"It is a most extraordinary request" as you
+say Mrs. Cotton, and I never knew anybody
+by the name of Harland" replied Helen.</p>
+
+<p>"My idea is mum" says Mrs. Cotton "that
+the poor man is dilerious."</p>
+
+<p>"Very likely" answered Helen, "but to
+please him, I will order the carriage and we
+will drive over together, you look far too tired
+and cold to walk."</p>
+
+<p>As Helen speaks she toches a spring bell,
+and then reaching a sable-lined cloak from the
+peg she puts it on drawing the hood over her
+soft brown hair.</p>
+
+<p>She then orders a baskitt of streangthing
+things to be packed for the invalid.</p>
+
+<p>Then the carriage comes round to the front
+door and the two get in. A contrast indeed!
+The one small, shrivelled and shrunken, hugging
+her wreatched garments around her to
+keep out the biting cold; the other tall and
+stately, her rich cloak falling gracefully round
+her slender figure.</p>
+
+<p>The drive is long and dreary; being for the
+most a long straight road with tall hedges at
+either side and an occasional cottage or tree<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[291]</a></span>
+releiving the monotony of the scenery. But
+Helen, leaning back in her comfortable carriage
+is not thinking of the passing scenery,
+but of the extraordinary mission she is bent
+on.</p>
+
+<p>At length the carriage stops, and Mrs. Cotton
+leads the way up to a small tumble down
+dirty looking inn, whith an almost illegable incription
+painted in white letters, "The jolly
+Dutchman, Thomas Cotton."</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Cotton opens the door and Helen finds
+herself in a very small and filthy dirty passage.
+A strong smell of beer and tobacco greet
+her on entering. A door on one side of the
+passage is half open, and looking through,
+Helen can see three or four rough looking men
+seated round a table with mugs of beer before
+them and pipes in their mouths, and the
+sounds that issue from the room are none of
+the pleasantest, for the men are talking, laughing
+and shouting, not to say swearing.</p>
+
+<p>In disgust Helen turns to the door of the
+other room. It is a kitchen evidently and a
+remarkably dirty one too. A candle is burning
+in this room, and by the light of it Helen
+can see a slovenly looking girl stirring some
+horrid smelling stuff in a saucpan, while a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[292]</a></span>
+very small baby is yelling its heart out in a
+wooden cradle.</p>
+
+<p>"Here Sally" cries Mrs. Cotton to the girl
+"how is the invalid"</p>
+
+<p>"No better" replies Sally wiping her hands
+on her apron "I lit a fire for him, 'cause he
+grumbled so about the cold."</p>
+
+<p>"I dont wonder at it" responds Mrs. Cotton,
+"well mum," she continues turning to
+Helen "perhaps you'll step upstairs, its that
+door there mum with the handle off," and she
+points with her grimy finger to a door at the
+top of the stairs. Helen climbs the ricketty
+staircase with a wild fear and misgiving at
+her heart, wondering what the result of this
+strange visit will be. A light is burning in
+the room she enters. It is a damp cold place,
+a trifle larger than the passage below. A
+miserable fire is doing its best to burn in the
+grate and judging by the amount of matches
+strewn about, Sally must have been exerting
+many patient efforts to get it to burn at all.</p>
+
+<p>The window was minus a pane of glass and
+the cold wind blew right through the room
+making the door bang to and fro with a madly
+monotonous tone.</p>
+
+<p>Helen glanced hastily round the room, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[293]</a></span>
+the corners being in darkness, she had to hold
+the candle above her head to see anything at
+all. In doing so a groan caught her ear and
+advancing to the corner from whence it issued,
+Helen perceved a sort of pallet bed streached
+on the floor, covered with a singal blankett.
+Placing the candle on the floor close by, Helen
+knelt down and with trembling hands and a
+quaking heart pulled the covering away. And
+then&mdash;no wonder Helen uttered that low
+stifled cry; for there with his pale thin face
+turned towards her and his skeleton hands
+clutching at the blankett, there with his eyes
+dim and sunken and his breath coming quick
+and short lay Cyril Sheene alias Mr. Harland.
+For a moment Helen could not utter a sound,
+the words seemed to stick in her throat, and
+she knelt gazing in horror and amazement at
+the fast-dying man. It was Cyril who broke
+the awful silence, "Helen" he whispered
+brokenly "what a long time you were coming."</p>
+
+<p>"I never dreamt it was you Cyril" answered
+Helen taking his thin hand in hers, for now
+all her heart seemed to warm towards the man
+who had wronged her so much and who was
+so soon going to leave her.</p>
+
+<p>"No of course not" replied the dying man<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[294]</a></span>
+"you never thought I would come to this&mdash;(here
+he stopped for breath), "but I want to
+tell you this before I die."</p>
+
+<p>"Cyril you must not die" cried Helen, opening
+her basket and producing some wine.</p>
+
+<p>"No, no" gasped Cyril pushing the glass
+away "its no use, I know I'm dying, the doctor
+said so; give me some water to ease my
+throat and I'll go on."</p>
+
+<p>Helen gave him his wish and then knelt
+down beside him while he continued.</p>
+
+<p>"After I left you Helen, that day you went
+to Richmond, I intended going to Picadilly
+to pawn some things as I had no money to pay
+my debts. When I got back to my amazement
+a letter from Mr. Palsey was waiting for me,
+which explained that the police were already
+on our track and that if I valued my life I had
+better leave London and go to some place with
+him. Of course I had no choice but to go,
+but oh Helen if you could have known my
+feelings when I thought I should not see you
+again. Hastily I scrawled a note to you and
+added a few lines to my will, you read them
+did'nt you?"</p>
+
+<p>Helen nodded in assent.</p>
+
+<p>"Well" continued Cyril, "having made my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[295]</a></span>
+preparations, I started off to meet Palsey. We
+traveled together. I forget where we were going.
+Palsey told me how he had escaped after
+he had been locked up in the drawing room.
+We had to change at Charing Cross I think
+and scarcely had we set foot on the platform,
+when up came two policemen and before we
+could say a word we found ourselves handcuffed.
+Well to make a long story short we
+were tried and I was sentenced to 10 years
+penal servitude, and Palsey who had done the
+most part of the crime had penal servitude for
+life. Well after three years of my time had
+passed, I was granted a free pardon for saving
+the life of someone. I have no time to tell the
+whole story now. At first I was delighted at
+the mere thought of being free again, but then
+I recollected I had no friends nobody to care
+wether I lived or died. When I was set free
+I wandered about trying in vain to find you
+Helen. But I got no news of you, untill one
+day I read of your marriage in the paper.
+Then I gave up all hope of ever seeing you
+again. Soon after I fell ill and spent many
+weeks in an old barn, attended only by a child
+who used to go messages for me etc: till I was
+well enough to walk about again. Then my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[296]</a></span>
+wanderings began again, and I found them
+harder than ever. After my severe illness I
+could no longer bear sleeping out. I had to
+buy lodgings wherever I happened to be, and
+once or twice when I had no money I had to
+sleep out in the fields. That did for me Helen.
+From that day I grew much worse. A young
+man took pity on me one night and gave me a
+room in his house for nothing. But with his
+exception no one cared and so I wandered on
+untill late one night I arrived at this miserable
+inn. I did'nt know where I was, but I
+thought it safe to take another name. So I
+was brought up here, where I should certainly
+have died had not some one down in the bar
+mentioned your name, and then the excitement
+of seeing you kept me up&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>Here Cyril stopped gasping for breath and
+Helen with her tears fast falling administered
+water to him and propped up his pillows.</p>
+
+<p>"Helen" cried Cyril at last, he could barely
+talk now, "do you forgive me?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh Cyril" cried Helen "of course I do; oh
+if only you had come to me before, how happily
+this might have ended. I forgive you fully
+from the bottom of my heart."</p>
+
+<p>Cyril smiled, he was too far gone to talk<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[297]</a></span>
+and Helen could see his eyes growing brighter.</p>
+
+<p>A long silence followed while Cyril's breathing
+grew laboured and slow. Presently with
+a great effort he turned and caught Helen's
+hand in his own. "Helen I'm going fast.
+Goodbye I die happy since you forgive me."
+And Helen stooped and kissed him. He turned
+and looked at her for the last time and then
+his spirit passed quietly and peacefully away.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 35</h2>
+
+<h3>CONCLUSION</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">A year</span> has passed since the sad events recorded
+in our last chapter, and Cyril has long
+been laid in the church yards sod. His grave
+is ever bright with flowers placed there by
+Helen's loving hands and by those of her children
+Nellie and John.</div>
+
+<p>Of Mr. Palsey little has been heard but it
+has lately been rumoured that he died a natural
+death in prison, though some people exagerate
+and say he died by his own hand.</p>
+
+<p>Marshland is still living though her health
+is gradually becoming weaker.</p>
+
+<p>And what of Helen herself?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[298]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Let us look into her drawing room to-night
+and we shall see her once again.</p>
+
+<p>It is New Year's Eve and the drawing room,
+hall, rather spacious rooms are all it up, while
+the many happy people are dancing and enjoying
+themselves. For Helen is giving a
+dance. Yes, a gathering of all her oldest and
+dearest friends. Among the many faces we
+recognise the Lincarrols.  Even <i>Mrs.</i> Lincarrol
+is there gorgeously got up in bright yellow
+silk which she is proudly telling everybody
+was the foundation of her grandmother's wedding
+dress.</p>
+
+<p>Minna and her husband (for she is now married)
+are both there, also Ethel who is engaged
+and Elsie who has just returned from her
+honeymoon. Lionel is the only one not there,
+but he is doing well in America.</p>
+
+<p>Hugh (now in the Army) is also attending
+the dance. But Gladys where is she? She is
+also there with her husband Lord Beaufort
+and while the latter is talking to Lawrence
+let us notice Gladys who is deep in conversation
+with Helen.</p>
+
+<p>Seated on a sofa close to the entrance of the
+green-house, idly watching the dancers as they
+waltz round the spacious room, we once more<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[299]</a></span>
+see Helen and Gladys in close companionship.
+What a pretty contrast they make!</p>
+
+<p>Helen with her dark hair as abundant as
+ever and the lovely colour on her cheeks.</p>
+
+<p>She is glancing down and her long lashes
+cover her eyes. She looks very happy and
+a smile is playing about her lips.</p>
+
+<p>She wears a pale violet coloured dress made
+in the latest fashion and the colour suits her
+to perfection. Gladys is attired in white silk
+trimmed with bright gauzy ruffles of pale pink
+and silver. She is playing with her fan and
+laughing merrily with Helen. Her bright blue
+eyes are full of happiness and a little colour
+has come into her usually pale cheeks.</p>
+
+<p>"Ah well Helen dear" she is saying "you
+have nothing to grumble at now I'm sure."</p>
+
+<p>"I never said I had" laughs Helen, "I am
+perfectly happy with Lawrence and my children
+and it <i>is</i> so nice to have you here again,
+but all the same I have had troubles; a good
+many more than most people of my age."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes that's undeniable" replies Gladys "but
+still you have a dear husband and lovely children."</p>
+
+<p>"Of course I have" cries Helen "and I am
+quite happy now."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[300]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"And as far as I can see there is no reason
+why you should ever be unhappy again," replies
+Gladys.</p>
+
+<p>"No" says Helen, "but still I cant quite forget
+the sadness of my early years."</p>
+
+<p>"Nonsense my dear," cries Gladys, "dont
+forget what you told me so long ago about
+your sorrows, they will become like wounds
+which though healed over are still to be seen,
+and so though you will not exactly forget the
+sorrow you will no longer feel the pain."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes" answers Helen laughingly, "that was
+a very good idea on my part; and though applicable
+to you then, it certainly applies to me
+now.</p>
+
+<p>So now our story comes to an end and we
+will bid goodbye to Helen. She has already
+partaken freely of the cup of sorrow but now
+her time has come and she knows what true
+happiness is and all her sorrows, miseries and
+heartaches shall be blotted out in that sea of
+mist and shaddows;&mdash;The Past.</p>
+
+
+<h3>THE END</h3>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[301]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE JEALOUS GOVERNES</h2>
+
+<h3><i>or</i></h3>
+
+<h2>THE GRANTED WISH</h2>
+
+
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[303]</a></span></p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 1</h2>
+
+<h3>WISHING</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">One</span> evening late in Sep: Mr. Hose sat in his
+armchair reading a news paper. His wife sat
+in an other looking at the "Strand" Magerzine.
+Mr. Hose sudonly looked up at his wife;
+"Elizabeth" he said "one thing I have been
+wishing for, ever scince we were married is
+a baby, would not you like to have one looking
+at her seariously "Yes indeed I should" ansed
+his delicat wife with a sigh.</div>
+
+<p>I soud like to adobt one continued Charlie,
+I would like to have one of my own said Elizabeth
+I dont like adopting babys, well you cant
+do it any other way if you dont get one. Besides
+if it was a boy what name have you got<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[304]</a></span>
+for it if it was a boy it should be named Charlie
+after you dear, and if it was a girl I suppose
+you would call it Elizabeth and liza for
+short would not you said Charlie, well yes she
+said beginning to read her magazine. Mr
+Hose now took out his watch and to his wife
+he said I have got to go out this eveing at
+what time said Elizabeth at seven oclock I
+promised Mr. Lineap I would meat him at
+his offiace at a quarter past it is now half past
+6 just half an hour. I have time to finsh this
+bit of newes in the paper, so saying he continued
+to read.</p>
+
+<p>Presently the clock sturck a quater past 7,
+oh goodnes I must fly, said Charlie Mr. Leanep
+will be expecting me he took up his boller
+banged it on his head took up a walking stick
+the first that came in to his hand, and rushed
+out of the room looking like a roughyeun out
+of the streets, his boots untide his hair rough
+he banged the door behind him.</p>
+
+<p>Noisie man mutterd his wife as soon as he
+had disapear. I feel ashamed realy I do nothing
+will keep him quiet when he has got an
+appoinment never mind perhaps he cant
+help it she said and fell asleep in her armchair.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[305]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER 2</h2>
+
+<h3>THE NEW BABY</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Mr. Hose</span> came back at about 12 o'clock he
+had drunken a little whiskey but it made no
+effect on him. He woke early the next morning
+and woke his wife and began telling her all
+about his evening stroll with Mr. Leanep but
+he did not say anything about the whiskey he
+had drunk feering it would shock her. But
+when the clock had just struck half past six
+they heard a ring at the door bell and within a
+few minutes the maid servant came hurrying
+up stairs and said the Dr. had arrived with a
+box under his arm and he would like to see
+Mrs. Hose she said. "Oh well, will you show
+him up to this bedroom" said Mrs. Hose turning
+to her husband and saying "you don't mind
+him coming up, do you dear?" Mary went
+out of the room grinning, closing the door
+quietly behind her.</div>
+
+<p>In a few minutes the Dr's. bold step was
+heard at the door and then a loud knock and
+with a "come in" from Mrs. Hose he entered
+the room.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[306]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Oh I say Mrs Hose" he began taking off his
+hat "I have heard you have been wishing for
+a baby, so I have brought you one and your
+wish is granted."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh hurrah" said Mrs. Hose "Is it a boy
+or a girl?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well I don't know" said the Dr. <i>quite</i>,
+"but I'll leave you to find out and settle matters"
+so saying Dr. Pauline took his departure
+shutting the door with his foot, while he held
+his precious top hat in his two hands.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as the Dr. left the room, Mr. Hose
+began hurrahing and laughing at the idea of
+the new baby coming. "I am very glad it's
+come, arn't you?" he said to his wife.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I'm very glad. Hasn't it come early?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said her husband, "but don't you
+think we had better open the box and look
+at it?" "Well perhaps we had," said his wife,
+cutting the string with a pair of scissors which
+were lying on the bed. Directly the box was
+opened, a dear little fat baby rolled out on
+to the eider down. "Oh, isn't it a darling?"
+said Mrs. Hose, sitting up in bed, and placing
+it between her and her husband, "What a pity
+it hasn't got its eyes open."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, but it's asleep," said Mr. Hose; "they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[307]</a></span>
+never have their eyes open when they are
+asleep, except when they are very ill."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes, I see now it is asleep, it is blinking
+its eyelids."</p>
+
+<p>"Hadn't we better be wrapping it up in
+something, it must be rather cold, poor little
+thing," he said, patting its face.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes, of course we must," said his wife,
+jumping out of bed, never stopping to put on
+her dressing slippers, she walked over to the
+wardrobe.</p>
+
+<p>She unlocked it with a small key she kept in
+her drawer, and on the third shelf she found
+a small, pale blue shawl, which she had had
+when she was a baby, and she had kept it ever
+since, in case she should have a baby when
+she was grown up.</p>
+
+<p>"Here's the very thing," she said, "the shawl
+I had when I was a baby," she said, skipping
+back to bed.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes, that's a nice shawl," said Mr.
+Hose, "and it's pretty big too, we can wrap
+it all round it; and you can cuddle it close to
+you, and then it would be warm, I should say."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Hose did not get up till half past eight
+oclock he could not stay in bed any later because
+he was already rather late getting up<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[308]</a></span>
+I expect I shall be late at my offace said Mr.
+Hose to himself buttning up the last button
+of his waistcoat, he then slipped on his coat
+put on his hat took up his walking stick and
+maid his apperance in the hall takeing a glance
+at him self in the glass as he passed it, he
+then opened the hall door and began walking
+at a quick pace to his offaice he was not so
+late after all.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 3</h2>
+
+<h3>THE BAPTISAM</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">It</span> was a lovely day on the 28th of september
+when a carriage drove up to the door and Mr.
+and Mrs. Hose with the baby in her arms ran
+down the door steps and into the carriage
+Mr. Hose doing the same. "It's a good thing
+its a nice day isn't it Charlie?" she said to
+her husband "Yes it is a good job or the baby
+couldn't have come out tho'. He isn't so very
+delicate, by the bye what's his name going
+to be?"</div>
+
+<p>"Charles Edward" she said "Charles after
+you and Edward after his grandfather." "I
+hope Miss Gurling is at the church now, she's
+always late for everything."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[309]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"She is going to be the godmother isn't
+she?" asked Charlie "Yes" said his wife
+"You don't object do you? And his godfather
+is that pious man who kneels before us in
+church, Mr. Johns."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh he is a nice man that" said the father
+clapping his hands "I am glad he is going to
+be the godfather"</p>
+
+<p>"Why here we are" said his wife jumping
+out of the carriage.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes" said he stepping out with a laudable
+air.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh dear" said his wife "I've left the baby
+in the carriage" "Oh poor thing" said the
+husband running back for it. Goodbye Thompson
+"said he to the coachman here's 6d for
+you, it's quite enough for him" he murmured
+to his wife as he took off his hat very reverently
+at the church door. When they got
+into the church the first person they saw was
+Miss Gerling sitting quitertly in the bottem
+seat saying her prays very dovoutly. Mrs.
+Hose went up to her oh I say she began you
+are the godmother "Yes said Miss Gerling
+it is going to begin soon. what? said Mrs.
+Hose the christening said Miss Gerling Mr.
+Johns is not here we are wateing for him.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[310]</a></span>
+Presently Father clocks came bussling down
+the church he went up to Mr. Hose and said
+"I can't think why Mr. Johns is not here he
+is very late, yes he is said Mr. Hose and the
+worst of it is we cant begin without him. No
+we cant said the preast it is a great nuisance
+he continued shacking his black head of hair.
+after about half an hour the church door
+opened and in came Mr. Jons he walked quite
+calmly up the aisle of the curch to his own
+seat, takeing it more as if he was very early
+insted of very late, he said a few prays and
+then he went down to the bottem of the church
+and said in rather a loud wisper had not we
+better begin yes said father clocks puting on
+his stoll.</p>
+
+<p>All this while during the christening Mr.
+Johns kept standing on one leg and blowing
+his nose rather hard, he didn't have to say
+much tho he looked rather embarassed. When
+it was all over they took their departure and
+went home in the carraige, but poor Mr. Hose
+parted with a good deal of his pence, because
+little boys kept running after his carraige and
+would not go away without a copper or so.</p>
+
+<p>"As we are passing the confectioners" said
+Mr. Hose to his wife, "we might tell them to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[311]</a></span>
+send up a nice sugar cake in honour of baby's
+Xning.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes we might do that" said his wife,
+scratching her head to show off her net which
+was carefully covering her knob behind.</p>
+
+<p>They arrived home at last and had the beautiful
+Xning cake between them for tea.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 4</h2>
+
+<h3>ENGAGING THE NURSERY GOVERNESS</h3>
+
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">Do</span> you know my dear" said Mr. Hose to his
+wife one morning at breakfast "what I was
+thinking of doing?" "No" said his wife looking
+very surprised, "What is it."</p>
+
+<p>"Well" he said "I was thinking of getting
+a nursery governess."</p>
+
+<p>"A nursery Governess" said his wife "Why
+the baby isn't old enough to have one yet, remember
+it's only 6 months old."</p>
+
+<p>"Well" said Mr. Hose "I was thinking of
+getting one because only think to yourself how
+very useful she would be, she could help us
+in the evening when baby was in bed and
+besides that she could look after baby and he
+would get used to her before it was time to
+be taught."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[312]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes" said his wife "now I see what you
+mean it would be a very good thing. You and
+I must go and see Madam Toinette about one
+in London tomorrow."</p>
+
+<p>When breakfast was over, they went into
+the drawing room and Mrs. H. began knitting
+a pr. of socks for her short coated boy,
+and her husband curled himself up in an arm
+chair and smoked to a low degree.</p>
+
+<p>"I say Lizzie eh! why shouldn't we go to
+London today eh?" (he was rather a cockney
+man.)</p>
+
+<p>"Yes we can go today, I don't see what
+harm it could do. We'll go in the afternoon
+then."</p>
+
+<p>"Right you are," said the husband, "I'll
+change my clothes" he said as he retired to
+his bedroom and his wife continued to knit
+the pair of socks she was knitting for her
+baby.</p>
+
+<p>Presently just after the dinner-bell had
+rung, down came Mr. Hose from his bedroom
+looking like a duke instead of a mere Mr.</p>
+
+<p>"I say wife do you think I look nice. I
+have been such a long time dressing do you
+know what I've put on clean?"</p>
+
+<p>"No said his wife who did not take the least<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[313]</a></span>
+interest in a man's toilet. Well he said clearing
+his throat and pulling up his trousers and
+sitting down. "I've put on this beautiful black
+suit with coat tails and a lovely clean shirt
+he said stroking his front and I've put on a
+clean pair of scarlet socks with a hole in but
+it does not show and he continued I've got on
+a nice pair of black trousers but he said with
+a sorrowful face the button has come off from
+my trousers which makes one leg shorter than
+the other. This being the only sentence his
+wife had heard she looked up from her plate
+and said "Oh you poor dear! never mind I'll
+sew it on for you after dinner. "Oh thank
+you so much! said Mr. Hose I should not have
+been able to go to London if you had not
+thought of this kind offer. Now Charles said
+his wife eat your dinner because we are going
+by the 3.15 train. Charles began eating his
+dinner quickly saying at the same time with
+his mouth full "Do you think baby will be
+all right with the housemaid.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes he will be all right it is only for a
+few howers" said Mrs. Hose.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes" said Mr. Hose beginning to eat his
+dinner.</p>
+
+<p>Presently his wife looked up and said now<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[314]</a></span>
+Charles, I have done my dinner and I am going
+up to get ready and she went out of the room.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Hose finnished his dinner and then
+put on his top hat and took his best cherry
+wood walking stick. He could not see his
+wife anywhere; so like a wise man he began
+walking down to the station when he was half
+way whom should he see but his wife walking
+sedately along; she looked very nice in
+a coffee coloured dress trimmed with brown
+velvet a bonnet to match with a pretty bird
+in front and strings of brown velvet as well
+as a large bow of the same; she had brown
+gloves and a pretty light coffee coloured parasol
+in her hands, her nice walking shoes and
+stockings just peeped from under her dress.
+Well said Charlie we are not late for the
+train."</p>
+
+<p>"An't we" said his wife looking at her
+watch which she wore on her bracelet. "No"
+said Charlie but you do look nice.</p>
+
+<p>They arrived at the station and jumped into
+a first class carriage.</p>
+
+<p>Presently they arrived in London and
+walked arm in arm from the station. They
+walked up to Madame Antoinette's house to
+ask her if she knew of any governess which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[315]</a></span>
+they could engage. A nice fat looking servant
+answered the door. Is Madame Antoinette at
+home. Yes mam' she said looking rather ignorant
+will you step this way. (Mrs. Hose
+walked into the drawing room and sat down
+waiting for Madame Antoinette) Presently
+Madame Antoinette came down into the room.
+Good morning Mrs. Hose she said. Oh good
+morning Madame Antoinette said Mrs. Hose
+sit down but do you know of any governesses
+which we could engage? Well said Madame
+Antoinette frowning there is a Miss Brentnor
+she lives in Julian Road No 36. Oh what is
+she like? Oh she has fair hair at least you
+may say carrotty hair and one good thing
+about her is her eyes she has lovely big grey
+eyes. She has a very sallow complexion and
+she had a blue dress on last time I saw her.</p>
+
+<p>Do you know of any other governesses continued
+Mr. Hose? Yes said Madame Antoinette
+there is a very nice young lady called
+Miss Smith she has dark hair and brown eyes
+but she is rather cow-like she has rather boisterous
+feet and a few freckles on the top of
+her nose but she is all right you know and
+she lives in Buttonbrick House Hudson's
+Street and then there is another young lady<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[316]</a></span>
+called Miss Junick. She left her last place
+and was hated in this family and I have been
+told that she was known to take a few things
+that did not belong to her in that house; but
+I can scarcely believe that for she is a beautiful
+young lady and I like her very much. They
+left Madame Antoinette's house and went to
+call on Miss Brentnor and Miss Smith but did
+not like either of them. They went home and
+the next morning a letter came addressed to
+Mrs. Hose she opened it and this is what she
+read</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">Madam</span>,</p>
+
+<p>I beg to present you with the photograph
+which you ask me to send. I think I have
+very good features and I <i>know</i> I'll make a excellent
+governess. It is not at all true what
+was said about me in my last situation and I
+am willing to come and look after your little
+boy and teach him when he is old enough.
+Give me a nice bed-room Madam; of course
+I am a Catholic which I suppose you heard
+from Madame Antoinette.</p>
+
+<p>I remain, Yours truly,</p>
+
+<div class='sig'>
+<span class="smcap">Rose M. Junick.</span><br />
+</div></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[317]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Hose answered the letter and this is
+what she put,</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">Dear Miss Junick,</span></p>
+
+<p>I like you very much but I must not believe
+what was said about you in your last
+situation. Will you meet me at the Victoria
+Station on Thursday at half past four and I
+will ask you a few questions.</p>
+
+<div class='sig'>
+<span style="margin-right: 4em;">Yours truly,</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">E. Hose.</span><br />
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Mrs. Hose was now satisfied she d answered
+the letter and in time she would have the governess
+with her.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 5</h2>
+
+<h3>THE GOVERNES ARRIVES</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> next morning Mrs. Hose ordered breakfast
+early than usual in order that she might
+get off by the 9/30 becaus she was going to
+do a little shoping first and she thought to
+her self she could get a beautiful dinner at one
+of the Resteraunts and she smacked her lips
+as she sat down to her breakfast of eggs and
+beacon and a cup of cocoa. When she had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[318]</a></span>
+finished she went up stairs and placed her
+bonnet on her head and buttoned up her patent
+leather boots and took an umbrella because
+it looked stormy and started on her way to
+the station bidding her husband farewell.</div>
+
+<p>Directly she got outside it began to rain so
+she put up umbrela and within ten minets she
+got to the station and jumped into a first class
+carriage (for she licked to look grand) and
+soon the train started off for the smokey and
+dreary city.</p>
+
+<p>At last the train got to Victora and out
+jumped Mrs. hose without a moments delay,
+she walked up and down outside the refreshment
+room (for this was where she was to
+meet our Heroine) she went up to one lady
+and said do you mind me asking you but I am
+looking for my future governess Miss Junick
+do you posess that name I am sorry for your
+sake that I do not she ansewerd politely and
+walked on. then Mrs. hose asked another lady
+who was peradeing up and down in a red and
+gray dress eating a halfpeny bun which she
+had just bought. Mrs. Hose advanced towards
+her and when she got close to her she saw
+she was very pretty so she thorght she would
+be as polite as she could and began have I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[319]</a></span>
+the plesure of meeting Miss Junick. I am not
+Miss Junick but I am a frend of the dear
+ladys (best luck) and she told me she would
+be here to meet you at half past four this
+afternoon oh thank you said Mrs. Hose I now
+recerlect I was thinking I had to meet her
+this morning farewell or a deiw as the french
+say she said as she left the station to go and
+get some dinner. Perhaps you would like to
+know what she had for dinner&mdash;rabbit and
+merangues were what she chose and she
+drank sherry wine. After dinner she went
+into the depth of London to look at some of
+the shops and came back in time to see the
+governess. As she entered Victoria station
+she met a precise young lady hastening to the
+refreshment room, she hurried after her and
+when she got up to her thought she looked like
+Miss Junick in the face, but before she could
+say a word the lady jumped sideways and
+asked her was she Mrs. Hose and with an
+answer of yes they walked together into the
+waiting room and sat down upon a horse hair
+cushion and they now commenced their conversation.</p>
+
+<p>"How long were you in your last place?"</p>
+
+<p>"Two years madam"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[320]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Oh and was that your 1st place?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh no I was abroad before with three little
+french children there was only one in the
+other family and she was a throro English
+child&mdash;so was her mother."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh and what do you teach" said Mrs. Hose
+cocking up one eyebrow.</p>
+
+<p>"Music, drawing, the use of the globes, etc.,
+etc. only you don't want me to teach your
+little boy yet do you?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, no, no," said Mrs. Hose "not yet he is
+only six months old, but are you very fond of
+children and have you any little sisters and
+brothers?"</p>
+
+<p>"I have one little sister of 10 and a little
+baby brother and I have two grown uppers,
+but I am very fond of children and wish I had
+one of my own."</p>
+
+<p>"You won't whip my baby will you?" said
+Mrs. Hose.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh dear no" she answered "I'de spoil him
+more likely than whip him."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh well I want you to be medium with
+him" said Mrs. Hose.</p>
+
+<p>"Quite so Madam I understand babies thoroughly;
+are there any more questions you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[321]</a></span>
+think you would like to ask me whilst I'm
+here?"</p>
+
+<p>"I think I've asked you pretty nearly all she
+answered" except when could you come to
+me?"</p>
+
+<p>"I can come on Monday Madam I was packing
+a few of my things in case you would
+have me."</p>
+
+<p>"Let me see now" said Mrs. Hose pausing
+"how about the washing shall you pay it or
+will I?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well I'm not very rich Madam and it
+would be a charity if you will pay it."</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly I will and how much are you
+used to getting a year?"</p>
+
+<p>"Either 5 or 14 pounds according to what
+I have to do. I don't do much for 5."</p>
+
+<p>"All right I will give you 14. I hope you
+will do a good deal for that as I want you
+to bath the baby and have utter charge of
+him. And as you are coming on Monday, I
+will prepare you a nice bedroom" "Thank
+you very much Madam" said Miss Junick getting
+up smiling. "Good afternoon Madam
+she said hurrying out of the waiting room.
+Mrs. Hose came home by the 6 o'clock train
+and told her husband all about Miss Junick<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[322]</a></span>
+and Mr. Hose said he thought she'd do very
+nicely.</p>
+
+<p>Monday soon came and with it the governess
+in a station cab and a large box with
+R. M. J. in red enamel on it. "Here I am
+Mrs. Hose" she said stepping out of the cab
+"who tips the cabman you or I"? "The Butler"
+replied Mrs. Hose he has a few shillings
+in his pocket&mdash;Come on John and give the
+Cabman 2/6". The Butler obeyed and helped
+the honest cabman in with the box. Miss
+Junick was then shown up to her bedroom to
+take off her hat. Then she went into the
+nursery and found her pupil sitting in a high
+chair all alone playing with his rattle.</p>
+
+<p>Just the kind of baby I shall get jelous of
+she thought.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 6</h2>
+
+<h3>HOW MISS JUNICK'S JEALOUSY BEGAN</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">As</span> she entered the room the baby looked up
+from his play, and stared at her rather hard,
+surprised at seeing a strange lady.</div>
+
+<p>But Miss Junick did not take any notice
+of the baby's astonishment, but merely walked<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[323]</a></span>
+straight over to it, lifted it up, and kissed it
+a great many times, saying as she did so,</p>
+
+<p>"Oh you dear little thing! how I would long
+to have you for my own." She then rang the
+bell for dinner, as it was then one o'clock,
+and she knew that she had to give the baby
+its dinner in the nursery. Presently the housemaid
+came up, bearing a tray in her hand
+with the dinner on it. Miss Junick then gave
+the baby its dinner, and got up and tried to
+amuse it, but the baby got cross and tired,
+not being used to her; so that she was obliged
+to lay it down in its cradle for its afternoon
+sleep, while she herself went upstairs to unpack
+her box. When she had done unpacking
+she came down again to see if the baby had
+awoke.</p>
+
+<p>It was just beginning to wake up as she
+entered the room. She was pleased to see that
+it was awake, and lifted it out of its cradle,
+kissing it and repeating the same words as
+before.</p>
+
+<p>At last tea time came, and pretty soon after
+tea Miss Junick took the baby in her arms and
+took it down stairs to say good night to Mr.
+and Mrs. Hose.</p>
+
+<p>She then brought it upstairs again, took it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[324]</a></span>
+into its mother's bedroom, and began to undress
+it. She found its little nightgown in a
+white case with C.H. in pale blue letters on
+it. The nightgown was very pretty, It was of
+white flannel, and the frills round the neck
+and sleeves were of pale blue, as the baby was
+dedicated to Our Lady of Victories.</p>
+
+<p>When it was in bed, after kissing it a great
+many times, she turned out the gas and retired
+to her bedroom, saying as she did so,
+"I could never find a baby like that anywhere,
+not even if I were to search the wide
+wide world."</p>
+
+<p>"Well! I dont know though," she said to
+herself as she sat down on the bed, "I might
+go out tonight, and ask the Doctor where Mrs.
+Hose got her <i>lovely</i> baby from. Oh no though,
+perhaps I couldn't, as I should have to tell
+Mrs. Hose that I was going out and what I
+was going out for. But I could pretend to
+her that I was going out to buy some Beechams
+Pills or a reel of cotton to mend some of
+my linen. Yes, of course I could do that."</p>
+
+<p>And so, without a moments delay, she
+marched downstairs and into the drawing
+room.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh please Mrs. Hose," she began, "I would<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[325]</a></span>
+like to go down the town to buy a box of
+Beecham's Pills, may I go?, she added.</p>
+
+<p>"A box of Beecham's Pills! why&mdash;are you
+unwell?" said Mrs. Hose.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh dear no, but in case of necessity," said
+Miss Junick, "and perhaps when I get there
+I may find some other things which I want to
+buy in the shops."</p>
+
+<p>Oh certainly, you may go," said Mrs. Hose,
+"but you wont be back late, will you, because
+of Baby."</p>
+
+<p>Oh! I have put the baby to bed," said Miss
+Junick, cocking her head in the air, and slamming
+the door behind her.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 7</h2>
+
+<h3>WHAT MISS JUNICK DID IN THE TOWN</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Miss Junick</span> arrived in the town at about
+eight o'clock! She went straight to the Doctor's
+house and rang loudly at the bell. In a
+few minutes it was answered by a boy in buttons,
+who asked her what she wanted, and on
+her replying that she wanted to see the Doctor,
+she was shown into a neat little drawing
+room draped in green and red silk. Soon<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[326]</a></span>
+she heard the Doctor's bold step. He opened
+the door and in he came dressed in an evening
+suit. He bowed politely as he shut the door,
+saying&mdash;"Have I the pleasure of seeing Miss
+Junick the new and accomplished governess
+of Mrs. Hose?" "Yes&mdash;you have that pleasure,"
+she said, getting up and bowing also.</div>
+
+<p>And what is it you have come to ask me,
+Miss Junick? he said preparing to sit down
+in his arm chair.</p>
+
+<p>Oh! she said, I have come to ask you where
+Mrs. Hose got her most lovely baby from.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, said the Doctor, I gave it to her because
+she wished for one," "Do you think you
+could manage to give me a baby like him?"
+said Miss Junick.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, said the Doctor, the first question
+is, are you married?</p>
+
+<p>"No, I am not married, but I will marry if
+you can give me a baby like that&mdash;it would be
+worth marrying for."</p>
+
+<p>"Well! you cannot marry till someone asks
+you, and I cant because I have a wife of my
+own," said the Doctor.</p>
+
+<p>"Well! can I have a baby like it even if I
+don't marry?" said Miss Junick.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh well! I dont think so; Is that all you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[327]</a></span>
+have come to ask me"? he said, in an aggravating
+tone, beginning to open the door for
+her.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, that is all," said Miss Junick, "but
+you will try and find a baby for me, wont
+you?</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, but you say you are not married,"
+said the Doctor.</p>
+
+<p>"Well! I must have made a mistake, and
+was not thinking of what I was saying, for
+I certainly am."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh yes, I will try and find one&mdash;Good
+evening Miss Junick," said the Doctor.</p>
+
+<p>"Good evening Doctor Brandon, said Miss
+Junick, and she shut the hall door behind her,
+and commenced to walk up the town.</p>
+
+<p>Dear dear it is nine oclock oh no half past
+I must hurry or Mrs. Hose will be cross and
+say I neglect the child and I dont only she
+will think so because I have it for too long
+only an hour and a half it is not at all long.
+At last she came to the house and she went
+strait to bed but she could not sleep for thinking
+of the baby which she was going to have.
+She did not get scolded in spite of all she
+said.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[328]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER 8</h2>
+
+<h3>THE PRIVATE ARIVAL OF MISS JUNICKS BABY</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Miss Junick</span> awoke early the next morning;
+she was very excited thinking of her future
+baby, and she didn't get up until eight o'clock.
+She then walked downstairs to the baby's
+room, and got it up. When it was dressed
+she gave it its breakfast, but she didn't talk
+to it, as much as she did the other day, for
+she was too much excited. After breakfast,
+she found it's pram in the shed and took it
+out for it's walk.</div>
+
+<p>At last she arrived home, and after giving
+the baby its dinner, she put it to it's afternoon
+sleep. When it woke up she took it out for
+another walk, and on her way she met the
+doctor's page boy coming along with a box under
+his arm. As she saw him approaching
+she left the pram without a word and ran
+along to meet him. When she got up to him,
+the boy raised his cap and said. "If you
+please, Miss, the doctor told me to bring you
+this box and he hopes the contents will do."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, thank you, thank you," said Miss Junick,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[329]</a></span>
+as she took the parcel, and ran back to
+the pram with it.</p>
+
+<p>She put the box in, and walked hastily home,
+for she wanted to open it. Soon she got to
+the house, and to her great horror, as she
+was going upstairs she met Mrs. Hose.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, Miss Junick, have you been taking
+baby for a walk? she said, "and what is that
+box you have under your arm."</p>
+
+<p>"It is only something I have bought, nothing
+to do with you," she muttered, as Mrs.
+Hose shut her bedroom door.</p>
+
+<p>When she had undressed the baby, she set it
+up in it's high chair gave it it's rattle, and
+hurried upstairs to open her precious box.</p>
+
+<p>"I hope it's nice," she said, as she cut the
+string; she then opened the lid of the box.
+Of course it was ugly, as most babies are when
+they are first born.</p>
+
+<p>But this would not do for Miss Junick, for
+she called it 'an ugly little beast," and threatened
+to throw it away.</p>
+
+<p>When the next day came she thought it was
+more ugly still, and that day she really did
+throw it away, and I will tell you where she
+put it."</p>
+
+<p>In fact she did more than this, for she murdered<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[330]</a></span>
+it first, and then threw it into one of
+the dirty alleys. She was now quite satisfied
+that she had got rid of it, but she was more
+angry still when she found the bill inside the
+box, "Miss Junick Dr. to Doctor Paulin for
+one baby delivered as per agreement &pound;1." She
+took the &pound;1 out of her purse and walked
+straight down to the Doctors and gave it without
+a minutes delay and begged to have a
+receipt at once. So it was given to her at
+once, and he asked her in and cross questioned
+her about the baby. She paused a little and
+then said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Oh its getting on very nicely thank you,
+good afternoon," and she shut the outer door
+and hurried away home.</p>
+
+<p>When she got home Mrs. Hose's baby was
+sleeping quietly in its cradle, but it soon woke
+up and she gave it its tea. Pretty soon after
+tea it went to bed, and she went up to her
+room, and I must tell you that her front window
+looked out upon the churchyard. She
+was looking out of this window as she was
+doing her hair, and she saw that the burial
+of a little baby was going on, and two poor
+women were there. Miss Junick pierced very
+hard out of the window and she recognised<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[331]</a></span>
+that it was the same little baby that she had
+murdered and thrown away.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! so they are burying it are they?" she
+said to herself, "I wouldn't take pity on such
+an ugly little thing if I were them.</p>
+
+<p>When she had changed her dress she went
+downstairs to have her supper with Mr. and
+Mrs. Hose thinking all the while of what she
+had seen. When supper was over, she went
+upstairs and took from her trunk a "shilling
+shocker" and began to read it. Presently she
+got tired and went to bed.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 9</h2>
+
+<h3>MISS JUNICK'S PLANS</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Many</span> years had passed by since Miss Junick
+had come to Mr. and Mrs. Hose, and Mrs.
+Hose's baby was now two years old, and Mr.
+Hose was very much mastaken in what he had
+said at first about Miss Junick helping them
+in the evening for she did nothing but read
+shilling shockers and penny horribles all the
+eveing till it was time for bed and after that
+when she was in bed she used to make plans
+these were what she maid, as she found her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[332]</a></span>
+baby ugly and that she could not get one like
+Mrs. Hose's she planed that she would steal
+Mrs. Hoses most lovely baby, little did Miss
+Junick think that the baby she was going to
+steal was the greatest tressure Mrs. Hose had
+ever had so she realy planed to do this wicked
+act. She was very kind too the baby all this
+time and each day she grew more and more
+jealous of the baby and she said her plain
+must soon happen and I will tell you more
+in the next chapter.</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 10</h2>
+
+<h3>HOW MISS JUNICK CARYS OUT HER PLAN</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'>2 <span class="smcap">weaks</span> had past since Miss Junick had
+planed what she should do. One eveing she
+pretented too have a bad headache and went
+to bed before supper and had her supper in
+bed in order that she might think it over, yes
+she said I will steal the baby tomorrow and
+run away home too my mother and father they
+will be plased to know that I have stolen
+something and she turned on her side I will
+put mine and some of the babys things in a
+bag very early at about 5 oclock and start off<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[333]</a></span>
+so saying she began too snore and too go too
+sleap. soon the morning came and she awoke
+and dressed hurryeld put her clothes and one
+dress and one cloack and bonnet of the babys
+in the bag and soon she and the baby were
+in the train for Chichester were she and her
+mother and father lived. The baby screamed
+and cried because it was tired and wanted too
+go to sleap but wound not because it was in
+the train and had never been in a train before.</div>
+
+<p>Miss Junick had forgoten to bring the babys
+own bottel but she had a small tin of biscuits
+in her bag and a bottel of sour milk which
+she had entendid for herself but gave it too
+the baby because it was very hungry and had
+not had anything too eat since its tea the eveing
+before, all this time Mrs. Hose was
+greeving over the loss of her baby and who
+she thought was her dear good governess can
+any one have murdered them Charlie she said
+and buried their bodys somewere No I dont
+think that could have happened but we might
+send round to Mrs. Wight and ask her if she
+has seen anything of them said Charlie. Yes
+we will do that said Mrs. Hose, I will go and
+wright a note and the weping lady left the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[334]</a></span>
+room. She soon came back I have written to
+Mrs. Wight she said the boy has taken the
+note and I expect an asew soon and she was
+wright for in 3 minets the boy entered and
+said if you plase Mum Mrs. Wight has come
+too see you herself she is in the drawing
+room and wants you. Now very well said
+Mrs. Hose and she walked down stairs and
+into the drawing room. Oh how do you do
+said Mrs. Wight I got your note sit down
+I will explain all about this. Mrs. Hose sat
+down and Mrs. wight began her story. Well
+she said I one eveing saw Miss Junick taking
+an eveing stroll and I asked her too come in
+to my house and she said as you are a great
+frend I will tell you this so she said I am
+very jealous of Mrs. Hose's baby and some
+day I mean to steal him and run away with
+him and go to my own mother and father and I
+promised I would not say a word to anyone.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Hose jumped up from her chair Oh
+Mrs Wight if you had only told me this before
+I could have saved my own darling baby
+from been stolen from that wicked women and
+I will now put the blame on you. but why
+said Mrs. wight I think it was very good of
+me to keep my promise so well.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[335]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>My dear Mrs. wight said Mrs. Hose if you
+had told me before I could have given notice
+to that wicked Miss Junick and she would
+have left before she could have time to steal
+my preschus darling and Mrs. Hose left the
+room and rushed upstairs to tell her husband
+the bad newes and Mrs. wight went home.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. hose ran into her husbands bedroom
+Charlie, Charlie, she said what <i>do</i> you think
+that wicked Miss Junick whom we thought
+was so good has stolen our precious baby from
+us and that silly Mrs. wight new of this all
+along but never told us simply because Miss
+Junick asked her not too she new that Miss
+Junick was going to steal him and the words
+died off her lips as she fainted into a fitt Mr.
+Hose burnt a feather under her nose to make
+her come round and she soon revived and was
+able to say more to Mr. Hose.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPT 11</h2>
+
+<h3>MR. HOSE MAKES ENQUIRIES</h3>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">early</span> the next morning Mr. Hose got up
+dressed quickly and instead of going to his
+office he went to the police office and made enquiries<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[336]</a></span>
+and this is what he said to inspecter
+have you seen a young lady with a little baby.
+I got a governes for my little boy and now she
+has stolen him and has gone home to her parents
+her Mother is a murderdress and her
+father is a robber I have no idear were her
+parents live, No Sir said inspecter gong I
+have not seen her I dont think could you
+dicribe her and the baby to me and then I
+could make sure weather I had seen her or
+not. Well said Mr. Hose the governess was
+an elderly person with sharpe black eyes and
+black hair and a salow complexion I do not
+no how she was dressed at the time for it was
+quite early in the morning when she stole
+my baby. No Sir replyed inspecter Gong I
+have seen no such person, oh thank you said
+Mr. Hose good morning, good morning Sir
+said the inspecter as he shut the door of the
+police office and Mr. Hose went down the steps
+and walked feeling very unsatisfactory.</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>CHAPTER 12</h2>
+
+
+<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Many</span> years have passed since Mr. Hose lost
+his child Mrs. Hose had died of greef two years<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[337]</a></span>
+befor and often in the eveing when Mr Hose
+sat alonne he would say to himself would I
+had that wretched Miss Junick by the scraff
+of the neck and he picked up the poker and
+shook it to show what he would do if he had
+her in his hands, one eveing as Mr Hose sat
+gazeing in to the emty great where there
+should have been a fire, he heard footsteps in
+the Porch Mr Hose was startled for now that
+Mrs Hose was dead people seldom came near
+the house and Mr Hose was not much to look
+at, he had very little hair and what he had
+was very seldom brushed and his red nose got
+bigger every day so you can emagin how few
+people ventured near him. when he heard the
+bell ring he jumped up and asked the servent
+who it was she said she would go and see she
+soon apperd and said it was a young man
+wanted to know if Mr Hose lived here show
+him in and say I do Just at that moment a
+man rushed in father he said dont you know
+me, and he flung himself into Mr Hoses arms
+my son my son where have you been all these
+long years tell me all about it. where is
+mother I must tell her too why my son you
+will never see your mother again she is dead
+she has dided for the loss of you ah I have<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[338]</a></span>
+had whom I thought was my mother and it
+was not untill I saw in the paper that I was
+still bieng looked for and that my name was
+Charlie Hose and Mr Hose was still alive
+while my supposed name was Auther Junick
+that I was determined to ascape and so I did.
+well my son I cant tell you how glad I am to
+have you back again saying you where 1 year
+old when we missed you If your mother had
+only been here to see you safe at home and
+Miss Junick in Prison and always had you
+with her she would rejoice, and now hoping
+<i>I</i> have pleased I will end my story of the
+Jealous governess or the granted wish.</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class='tnote'><h3>Transcriber's Notes</h3>
+
+<p>The page numbers will link to an image of the original page.
+Clicking on the words in parentheses will take show the text as edited.</p>
+<p><a href="images/60.png">Page 60</a>, "is" changed to "it" (<a href="#is_is">What is it dearest</a>)</p>
+
+<p><a href="images/164.png">Page 164</a>, "He,en" changed to "Helen" (<a href="#helen">12-30 Helen</a>)</p>
+
+<p><a href="images/173.png">Page 173</a>, an opening quotation mark was removed (<a href="#glad">Gladys dried her eyes</a>)</p>
+
+<p>Missing page numbers in the margin are due to blank pages in the text.</p>
+</div>
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Daisy Ashford: Her Book, by
+Daisy Ashford and Angela Ashford
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
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+This book was written by a young girl. There are many spelling and
+punctuation errors that have all been retained with the rare exception
+of clear printer's error such as He,en on page 164. These three
+corrections are listed at the end of the text. For each story, the title
+was written on a separate page and then repeated on the next page. The
+second of these was omitted to avoid redundancy for the reader. The
+remaining text is intact, for example, on page 335, the chapter MR. HOSE
+MAKES ENQUIRIES starts with a small letter, most dialogue has no
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+DAISY ASHFORD: HER BOOK
+
+
+
+
+  DAISY ASHFORD:
+  HER BOOK
+
+
+  A COLLECTION OF THE REMAINING NOVELS
+  BY THE AUTHOR OF
+
+"THE YOUNG VISITERS,"
+
+TOGETHER WITH "THE JEALOUS GOVERNES"
+
+BY ANGELA ASHFORD
+
+WITH A PREFACE BY
+
+IRVIN S. COBB
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+          NEW YORK
+          GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
+
+          _Copyright, 1920,
+          By George H. Doran Company_
+
+          _Printed in the United States of America_
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE
+
+BY IRVIN S. COBB
+
+
+The role of discoverer is pleasing, nearly always, and more especially
+in its reactions is it pleasing. The actual performance of discovery may
+be fraught with hardships and with inconveniences and even with perils;
+as witness Christopher Columbus making his first voyage over this way in
+a walloping window-blind of a tub of a ship and his last one back with
+chains at his wrists and ankles; as witness Hendrick Hudson; as witness
+Dr. Harvey's unfortunate position in the eye of constituted authority
+after he had discovered the circulation of the blood; as witness the
+lamentable consequences to whoever it was who, probably by the process
+of eating a mess of miscellaneous wild fungoids, disclosed to a bereaved
+family and a benefited world the important fact that certain mushrooms
+were nourishing and certain toadstools were fatal.
+
+To your true discoverer the compensations of his trade come when he
+points with pride to the continent or the great natural fact or the new
+author he discovered and cries aloud before all creation: "See what I
+have found!"
+
+So, aside from the compliment and the honor of it, I feel added
+gratification and added pleasure that I should be invited to write a
+foreword for the first American edition of Miss Daisy Ashford's second
+book. You see, I claim the distinction of having been the first person
+in America other than its publisher and my friend Mr. George H. Doran to
+read the manuscript of that immortal work "The Young Visiters." If I did
+not actually discover Miss Ashford, at the age of nine when she wrote
+"The Young Visiters"--for indeed no one appears to have discovered her
+then excepting perhaps her parents--at least I had a hand in discovering
+her on this side of the Atlantic ocean at a time when mention of her
+name, which now is so famous a name, meant nothing to the casual hearer.
+
+After the lapse of nearly a year the event stands in my memory as
+marking one of those hours of pure and perfect joy which come but too
+rarely to human beings. At the request of Mr. Doran I read the
+manuscript which he had just brought with him from Europe. I read the
+story itself first and afterwards the preface, or foreword. This, I
+think, was as it should be. By rights a preface however sprightly and
+well done--and a preface by Sir James Barrie would have to be well
+done--should be served with a book as cheese is served with a dinner: at
+its finish and not at the beginning.
+
+When I had read the story through to the last delicious sentence of the
+last delectable paragraph and when I had caught up with my breath which
+I had lost by laughing or rather when my breath had caught up with me, I
+sapiently said to him:
+
+"Publish it? Of course you ought to publish it. Aside from such sordid
+considerations as the profits which are certain to accrue you owe it to
+yourself as a responsible member of the human race to give this glorious
+thing circulation among the reading public of North America. If I were
+you I'd print thirty thousand copies in the first batch before I
+released any copies among the reviewers or sent any copies as samples to
+the trade. And after that I'd keep the presses running steadily in the
+hope of being able to keep up with the demand which is sure to follow on
+the heels of publication. This is almost the funniest book that was ever
+written and it is all the funnier because the writer was so desperately
+in earnest, so tremendously serious all the while she was writing it."
+
+"It has made a big hit in England already," he said. "But over there
+some people are saying that the author must have been a grown-up
+person--that no child of nine could have written such a thing. The
+suggestion is even being advanced that Barrie himself wrote it. I know
+better, because I have seen the original script in a child's handwriting
+on old and faded paper, and I met Miss Ashford some weeks ago in London
+and I have had all the proof one needs that this is the authentic
+product of a nine-year-old mind."
+
+To which I said:
+
+"No doubt some people will be saying the same thing over here and
+they'll be wrong just as these English skeptics are and if they'll only
+stop to think for a moment they'll know why they're wrong. No grown
+person, not even the creator of a Wendy and a Peter Pan, could have
+done this thing. It exhales the perfume of an authoritative genuineness
+in every line of it. It had to be a child who wrote it--a child with a
+child's imagination and a child's viewpoint and a child's ignorance of
+the things she wrote about. In a way of speaking it is like those
+unintentionally humorous obituary poems which appear in the papers. No
+professional humorist can hope to equal them because when he writes one
+he does it with deliberate intent to be funny and invariably he betrays
+his hand. It is when some poor mourning amateur dips a 'prentice pen in
+the very blood of his or her heart and writes such a poem that it
+becomes so pathetically and so tragically side-splitting."
+
+This was what I said. Not in these words exactly, but to this effect.
+
+Mind you, I am not proclaiming that I am the only person who has said
+this. Between chuckles thousands and thousands of others since that day
+have thought and have said it. What I am proud of is that I was the
+first person in America to say it, and so to this extent I count myself
+a discoverer and I feel a sort of proprietary sense in being permitted
+here to introduce "Daisy Ashford: Her Book." I am mindful of the
+distinction because of the reason I have just stated and because also in
+a way of speaking it qualifies me for some sort of literary kinship with
+Sir James M. Barrie.
+
+Even so I do not aspire to the presumptuous hope that any one may say
+"Well, I see this man Cobb is doing for Miss Ashford's second book what
+Barrie did for her first one." I have no such ambition. A minnow always
+errs when he undertakes to swim in the company of a whale. If he tries
+to swim alongside he is unnoticed; if he swims in the wake he is
+swamped. He makes other minnows jealous or contemptuous as the case may
+be, and he is properly ignored by the whale.
+
+Miss Ashford's own preface, accompanying this volume, gives the
+chronological sequences of its contents. The first story of all, "A
+Short Story of Love and Marriage," she wrote when she was eight years
+old. "The True History of Leslie Woodcock" was written three years
+later, after "The Young Visiters" had been written. "Where Love Lies
+Deepest" trickled from the busy pen of the young person when she was
+twelve years old; and "The Hangman's Daughter," the most pretentious of
+them all and to my way of thinking the best of her preserved works next
+only to "The Young Visiters," was undertaken when she was about
+thirteen, she says, and finished in the following year. Also included in
+this book is a story by Miss Ashford's sister Angela, done at the age of
+eight and entitled "The Jealous Governes; _or_ The Granted Wish." In
+this we learn the real facts regarding the coming of babies. Babies are
+not fetched by storks. Medical men bring them in boxes and afterward
+render bills for the same, as note the following: (page 330) "Miss
+Junick Dr. to doctor Paulin for one baby delivered as per agreement L1,"
+a low enough price truly. If a child of eight (who in point of years is
+so very much closer to being a baby than most of the writers on the
+subject are) cannot be trusted to recall the circumstances of this
+mystery, who can? We can only regret that a second sister, Vera, the
+artist of this talented nursery, did not save her one contribution to
+the literary output of the Ashford family. It was entitled "Little Mary
+and The Angle." _Angle_ did not refer to a worm but to a visitor from a
+celestial domain; we have the word of Miss Daisy Ashford for it that
+this story was of a pious character. What a wonderful household the
+Ashford household must have been with Daisy and Angela writing romances
+and Vera illustrating them and between times doing a bit of writing
+herself. Can't you see the pencils flying? Can't you see three little
+pink tongues sticking out from between three pairs of purposeful lips
+and wriggling in time to the pencils? Can't you see the small brows
+furrowed with thought? And the proud parents? And the startled
+nursemaid?
+
+To my mind the very finest thing about Miss Daisy Ashford's present book
+is the opportunity it gives us, reading it, to follow the growth of her
+genius for observation. For surely the faculty to observe and, having
+observed, to set down in words the results of that observation is a
+genius. It is more than that, it is two phases of genius harmoniously
+coupled.
+
+At the age of eight, as we shall note, she begins her career as a writer
+by knowing very little of certain phases of life largely dealt with by
+older writers; and this little she knows by reason of what she has read
+or by reason of what she has heard read. Rapidly, though, she progresses
+to the point where, along with these borrowed second-hand impressions,
+she incorporates impressions which are all her own. Reading what she
+wrote in the first year of her authorship, we can figure, approximately,
+when she learned her first French word; when to her there came those
+vague appreciations of the Roman Catholic faith which are so fascinating
+to the children of non-Catholics--or perhaps the Ashford family were
+Romanists. Influenced by these alluring ecclesiastical mysteries, we
+find her causing a prospective bridegroom to address the Rev. Father
+Fanty as "your kindness" and begging the reverend gentleman "to excuse
+my craving for matrimony." Through these pages one sees how travel
+broadened the young person's fund of experience, which in her favored
+case meant her fund of material, for unlike many writers, old enough to
+know better, little Miss Ashford was, by the virtue of a miraculous
+intuition, inspired to write, sometimes at least, of things that she
+actually knew about, rather than to deal exclusively with topics which
+other writers before her had professed to know about. Early in her
+opening story she speaks of "Cracknels." Reading this word, my memory
+ran back to my own childhood when we knew but three standard varieties
+of crackers--soda-crackers, animal crackers and cracknels which last
+were round, slickish objects rather like glazed oak-galls, somewhat
+dusty to the taste and warranted to create a tremendous thirst for
+licorice water and lemonade. I had entirely forgotten cracknels until
+Miss Ashford came along yesterday and reminded me of them.
+
+In "A Short History of Love and Marriage"--and how woefully short
+sometimes is the history of a love and how short too, perhaps, the
+history of a marriage!--she shows to us that for all its admitted
+shortness the narrative is properly rounded out. For on page 24 we learn
+that the happy couple went on a bridal tour to India and "seven hours
+after they got there had two twin babies." Seven hours and two twin
+babies, a magnificent showing surely and the prevalent rage for
+shortness maintained to the very end! Page 24 is one of the very best
+pages in this book, containing, as it also does, a painstaking
+description of perhaps the most striking and interesting marriage-morn
+costume worn by any bridegroom in the Christian era.
+
+It is not my intention to quote over-liberally from the contents of this
+volume. To my way of thinking the trick of inserting copious extracts
+from a novel into the foreword of that novel is as great a mistake as
+though I invited you to my house for dinner and before dinner gave you
+tidbits and choice bites from each course. I should merely be dulling
+your appetite, without satisfying your hunger.
+
+My aim is to direct your attention, if I may make so bold, to certain
+pages, specifying them by their numbers and trusting that when you have
+progressed so far you will, in the reading of them, find the same joy
+and the same zest that I have found there. For example, on page 46 I
+respectfully invite your consideration to the pains taken in enumerating
+the various articles of one Sylvia's running-away or elopement
+trousseau. There was a thorough young woman for you, and a provident.
+
+On page 87 occurs mention of two sisters and here, despite my promise of
+two paragraphs ago, I cannot resist the temptation to quote one short
+but tremendously illuminating line. The author is speaking now of two
+sisters and of the elder she says, she "was by no means beautiful but
+she was intensely good." How often it happens that those who are by no
+means beautiful are intensely good--how often and sometimes oh, how easy
+for them to be so good. But most of us, even those who educate our
+faculties of observation the better to earn a living thereby, are very
+much older than eleven years before we discern this great truth.
+
+I think the brightest gems of all this collection are to be found, in
+the greatest profusion, in "The Hangman's Daughter." The ill-fated
+gentleman hangman, Mr. Winston, who moved to Kenelham "where only about
+two people were hung a year" is in my opinion worthy to be rated with
+the deathless and ever-to-be glorious Mr. Salteena. Miss Ashford says
+she was shocked when her brothers on hearing the trial scene read (pages
+150, 151, 152) laughed at what she had conceived to be a tragic and
+dramatic passage in the action of her tale. Later, no doubt, she has
+come to realize how dangerous a thing it is for one to acquire, either
+intentfully or otherwise, the reputation of being a humorist; for when
+he who has been branded as a humorist says a thing with desire to be
+serious his friends laugh at it as a most rare whimsicality and when, on
+the other hand, he deliberately sets out to be humorous, his enemies
+very likely will declare that never before in all his life was he quite
+so serious. And had her brothers been older, had they been of an age to
+appreciate the unconscious comedy that marked the Dreyfus trial, say, or
+had they ever had opportunity to hear the proceedings in sundry murder
+trials in America, when learned counsel was asking questions and learned
+alienists were making answers, they would have been able to appreciate
+the fact that no burlesque description of a murder trial can ever be
+quite so utterly comic as a real murder trial sometimes is.
+
+A flashing jewel of dramatic intensity awaits you (pages 229 to 234
+inclusive) when you come to read of the rescue of Gladys and Helen from
+the grasp of the murderer of Helen's own dear father and of the method
+employed by Gladys' heroic brother for detaining the miscreant Likewise,
+I pray you, reader dear, that you linger on page 257 wherein the "menu
+of the table d'hote" which was "of nightly recurrence" at Lord
+Beaufort's castle, is printed in full. In my mind's eye I see little
+Miss Daisy Ashford, twelve years old going on thirteen, carefully
+bearing away with her the card of the first meal she ever ate in a
+regular restaurant and taking it home and treasuring it up against the
+time when she might insert it into her greatest story, then in process
+of incubation, at exactly the appointed spot to create the most telling
+effect, under the most appropriate possible circumstances. Could a
+proper respect and a proper instinct for local color rise to greater
+heights? I deny it. So too will you deny it when you arrive at page 258
+and read the words emphasized by being displayed in capitals that are on
+that page at the end of the menu.
+
+Personally I do not think that as a whole this book is equal to "The
+Young Visiters." Only once in a decade or so is it vouchsafed the
+writing craft that one among us shall create a masterpiece, destined in
+time to become a classic and a thing immortal. Only once in an eon or so
+is it vouchsafed a writer to write a masterpiece at the age of nine
+years. Very few among us ever produce a second perfect work on top of a
+first one. But this I will say--every line in this book is worthy to
+have been written by the same hand that wrote "The Young Visiters" and
+that, I think, is praise enough for any writer.
+
+  _New York, April, 1920._
+
+
+
+
+AUTHOR'S FOREWORD
+
+
+The publication of these stories gives me an opportunity of expressing
+my thanks for the very cordial reception which was given to "The Young
+Visiters." I only hope that those who have been amused at the adventures
+of Ethel and Mr. Salteena will not be disappointed in those of Helen
+Winston, Leslie Woodcock, and the others whose histories now appear.
+
+"A Short Story of Love and Marriage," I wrote at eight years old. It was
+dictated to my father, who took it down faithfully word for word. My
+very first story, "Mr. Chapmer's Bride," which was also dictated, is
+among those that have been lost. "The True History of Leslie Woodcock"
+was a later production, and was written at about the age of eleven as a
+surprise for my mother on her birthday--it was originally entitled "The
+Q. I. B." (our family word for a secret)--but after the secret was out I
+changed the title. "Where Love Lies Deepest" was written when I was
+twelve, and dedicated to our governess of whom I was very fond.
+
+"The Hangman's Daughter," started at the age of about thirteen and
+finished the following year, I always consider the greatest literary
+achievement of my youth, for the reason that I put so much more effort
+into it than any of the others. By this time I had really determined to
+become an authoress (an ambition which entirely left me after my school
+days), and I put solid work into "The Hangman's Daughter" and really
+tried to write well. I shall never forget my feeling of shock when I
+read it aloud to my brothers and they laughed at the trial scene! A
+great friend of mine whose Christian name was Helen, was the heroine
+(Helen Winston) of this story. She was really a little younger than I
+was, but was far more "grown-up" in every way, a fact of which I was
+secretly rather "jellus," and it did not require much imagination on my
+part to picture what she would be at nineteen. I told her she was to be
+the heroine of my new novel, which I truly thought would thrill
+_anyone_, and I must say she was as excited as I could have wished. She
+will be amused now when she reads this book!
+
+My sister Angela's story, which she wrote at the age of eight, will
+certainly be voted the most amusing of this collection. It was the first
+she ever wrote, and it was followed by "Treacherous Mr.
+Campbell"--another lost manuscript. A great deal of "The Jealous
+Governes" she wrote herself, as will be noticed by the spelling. Other
+portions were dictated to my father and mother, and I think the nurse
+had a hand at it too.
+
+My second sister, Vera, was the artist of the nursery, and drew a
+wonderful poster to the only play I ever wrote, "A Woman's Crime." She
+wrote one story, however. It was of a pious nature, profusely
+illustrated, and entitled "Little Mary and the Angle."
+
+Since the publication of "The Young Visiters," I have often been asked
+if I don't myself think it funny. When I first discovered it--not having
+seen it since it was written--I certainly did. That is one of the most
+curious things about it--to be able to laugh at what one wrote in such
+solemn seriousness--and that is why I can never feel all the nice things
+that have been said about "The Young Visiters," are really due to me at
+all, but to a Daisy Ashford of so long ago that she seems almost
+another person. It has all been like a fairy tale, from the accidental
+finding of the original note book to the day when, at her request, I
+left a copy with my friend Miss Margaret Mackenzie, for it is to her I
+really owe the publication of the book. She showed it to Mr. Frank
+Swinnerton, and thus I was lucky enough to have it brought to the notice
+of my present publishers in England and America.
+
+But the real success of the book I owe to the great kindness of Sir
+James Barrie in writing such a wonderful preface, and I am glad to have
+this opportunity of thanking him publicly. His name gave "The Young
+Visiters" a send-off and a reading which it could not have gained on its
+own account and of this fact I am most deeply appreciative.
+
+                                                       DAISY ASHFORD.
+
+  _March, 1920._
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+                                                           PAGE
+
+          PREFACE BY IRVIN S. COBB                            v
+
+
+          BY DAISY ASHFORD
+
+          AUTHOR'S FOREWORD                                 xxi
+
+          A SHORT STORY OF LOVE AND MARRIAGE                 15
+
+          THE TRUE HISTORY OF LESLIE WOODCOCK                27
+
+          WHERE LOVE LIES DEEPEST                            67
+
+          THE HANGMAN'S DAUGHTER                            105
+
+
+          BY ANGELA ASHFORD
+
+          THE JEALOUS GOVERNES, OR THE GRANTED WISH         303
+
+
+
+
+A SHORT STORY OF LOVE AND MARRIAGE
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 1
+
+LOVE
+
+
+The house in which Mr. and Mrs. Molvern lived was one of the usual kind,
+with its red painted door and small garden looking out on a very dreamy
+park. The bed-room windows which all looked out on the front, had half
+dirty white curtains in them, above which could be seen dark red silk
+sashes of the same dirtiness.
+
+Mr. Molvern was a red haired quick tempered gentleman, with very small
+grey eyes and a clever looking pink face. He would always wear brown
+suits, but as everybody said he looked much better in black. Mrs.
+Molvern was quite on the contrary. She had indeed a quiet temper, with a
+pale delicate looking face with large brown eyes that looked at people
+with great interest, and her fair hair glistened in the sun. She
+usually wore half dirty white dresses, and in going out she wore a dark
+blue velvet jacket with black fur and a brown hat with red poppies. She
+never wore gloves except on Sundays and then she wore yellow cotton
+ones.
+
+At the present time they had a young gentleman staying with them, who
+lived in the neighbourhood. He was sitting in his room waiting for the
+town clock to strike four, because when it did he had to go out and meet
+his truelove, whose name was Edith Plush. His own name was Thomas
+Henrick, but he was known as Burke in that family. At last hearing the
+hour strike, he snatched up a felt hat, and putting it on his greasy
+head started off to meet his truelove.
+
+When he reached Mionge Lane he met his pretty truelove skipping along
+most lady-like and primly. She was dressed in a light blue dress with a
+white sash tied at the side in two knots. Her long fair hair hung down
+her back tied with a pink ribbon, and her fringe was fluttering in the
+breeze. Behind her fringe she wore a wreath of green ivy. In one hand
+she carried a leghorn hat with red and blue ribbon, and in the other a
+silken bag filled with a threepenny bit and two biscuits, and her age
+was nineteen.
+
+"Well my pretty bird," she said as she approached Burke, "I hope you
+will like to 'manger' a biscuit with me," (I may add that she was fond
+of French).
+
+"Thank you Edith," he said, "I will have one if it is a cracknell."
+
+Then Edith burst into a fit of tears and howled out, "Oh but they are
+Osbornes."
+
+"Well to dry up those moist tears, I will eat one," said Burke.
+
+"You dear!" said Edith like sunshine after rain, for the smiles had come
+on her face, as she opened her silken bag and popped one into his
+blistered hand. After this Burk and Edith walked along down the lane,
+which I forgot to say was shaded by trees all along.
+
+"Burke," said Edith after a long pause, "you have talked often enough
+and said we shall be married one day, but when it is going to come off I
+am sure I don't know."
+
+"Well my dear Edith you must recollect I am not a good dancer and have
+no nice suits, and you must recollect my people are not in this
+neighbourhood and I can't write marriage letters, and to begin with I
+don't think my people would like me to be married just yet as I am not
+quite twenty nine."
+
+"Well it is silly of you," said Edith, "after having talked to me so
+often about it, and bothered to come into my house, and sat on the
+drawing room sofa to make arrangements, and now you seem not to care for
+it a bit, just because your people are not in the neighbourhood; and
+besides I was getting quite excited about it!"
+
+"If you had only a little more reason in you," said Burke, "you might
+take it all in and understand a bit, but you are such a great stupid, so
+I must leave it alone and wait till I get a chance to speak to Mrs.
+Molvern about it--she has got a bit of sense in her if you haven't," and
+his revengeful face made poor little Edith shudder. Indeed she was now
+too frightened to answer, and she kept on trying to go home every time
+she got a chance, but Burke's quick eye caught her every time.
+
+Edith walked on slowly in front thinking what was the best way to cheer
+Burke out of his most moodful mind. At last she hit on a plan. "Burke,"
+she said "I have painted such a pretty little tray, it will just hold a
+cup of tea and a plate of toast and the paint is quite dry now, if you
+will come in and have a cup of tea with me to-day, I will gladly show it
+to you."
+
+This short but cheerful conversation of Edith's, made Burke quite forget
+their quarrel, and he turned round and said, "I will willingly come
+Edith, I know your good painting,--hark, there is four o'clock striking
+now."
+
+"So it is," said Edith pulling her hat more over her fringe.
+
+Burke and Edith walked down the quiet little village in which both their
+houses stood. At last they arrived at Edith's house which was much
+prettier than Mrs. Molvern's.
+
+"Don't you think," said Burke as he advanced to it with firm stride,
+"that you had better ring the bell, as you have a visitor with you?"
+
+"Oh, no," said Edith "my mother would be sure to say if she knew it was
+I, that I was never to ring again, giving all that trouble to the
+servants; it isn't as if you were alone."
+
+"Very well," said Burke, "I only thought perhaps it was best."
+
+Edith smiled at him as she went up the front door steps. She led him
+into her pretty little bed-room to take off his things while she took
+off hers.
+
+"How very comfortable all looks" said Burke, "I feel quite inclined to
+write a note at that pretty little table there."
+
+"Oh indeed but you shan't," said Edith just beginning her snappy temper,
+but Burke forgot to reply to her.
+
+They then went down and had some tea and Burke much admired the pretty
+tray of Edith's. They had for tea some cold ham (the remainder of the
+luncheon) some toasted buns, a sago pudding, a dried bloater and a
+couple of shrimps.
+
+After this Edith threatened to hate Burke if he would not arrange about
+the marriage.
+
+"Look here, I wish you would talk of something else," said Burke, "I
+have a good mind not to marry you at all."
+
+But at this Edith clung so wretchedly to his knees that he had to say,
+"well, to-morrow morning."
+
+So that next morning Burke walked along down the village trying to make
+out where his own dear Edith could be.
+
+Just as he was thinking of going up to her house he saw Norah Mackie
+and Evelyn Slattery coming along together.
+
+"Your friend," they said chaffingly, "is picking some old geraniums in
+the front garden."
+
+Burke stared at them straight and putting out his tongue once or twice,
+walked on to find his darling pet.
+
+"I wish my sister Mary was here," echoed Evelyn, "she would soon strike
+out at you." And they walked on grumbling at his impudence.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 2
+
+MARRIAGE
+
+
+"Well pretty dear," said Burke as he approached Edith's garden.
+
+"Angel! I have been waiting for you to come and talk about the wedding."
+
+"Yes I am perfectly settled," said Burke, and he began: "I have written
+to my people and they have written back to say yes I may marry you, and
+kind Mrs. Molvern is having such a nice wedding suit made for me, and I
+think we will be prepared to receive the Sacrament of Matrimony next
+Thursday."
+
+"Thank you so much," said Edith "suppose we talk about it now here on
+this sunny bench."
+
+Burke lifted up his coat tails and squatted himself down. "The first
+thing to find out about," he said, "is about asking Father Fanty to
+marry us."
+
+"Yes, now I have hit upon a plan this very minute," said Edith, "you
+will write a letter to him. I have got a rather crumpled bit of paper in
+my pocket, and as most men have got a pen in their pockets most likely
+you have got one."
+
+"Indeed I have," said Burke, "and a threepenny blotter too."
+
+As for ink, Edith had a halfpenny bottle in her pocket. So Burke began
+like this:
+
+             "DEAR REV. FATHER FANTY,
+
+          I hope your kindness does not mind marrying us
+          Miss Edith Plush and myself. We are both capable
+          of receiving the Sacrament of Matrimony on
+          Thursday next if quite convenient to you. Hoping
+          you will excuse my craving for Matrimony,
+
+                                 Your sincerely,
+                                          THOMAS HENRICK."
+
+Burke told Edith's maid to run to the Presbytery with the letter and
+wait for an answer. About a quarter of an hour afterwards this exquisite
+and most graceful letter came from Father Fanty.
+
+             "MOST DEAR T. HENRICK,
+
+          On Thursday I am free from all engagement and am
+          most willing to marry you, and give a charming
+          wedding breakfast in my lovely harmonium room. So
+          with my best congratulations on your coming
+          marriage,
+
+                              I am,
+                     Your affectionate priest,
+                                         FATHER FANTY."
+
+So on the following Thursday Burke and Edith were dressed as I shall
+mention now. The timid darling lady had on a most lovely sky blue
+coloured dress with a high bustle, and it was blossomed over with sham
+daisies tied on with green ribbon. On her head she wore a wreath of
+yellow roses, and her white veil reached down to the top of her stays.
+White kid gloves, and as the sleeves of her dress were rather short, her
+red beef coloured hands showed between. She had pretty white velvet
+boots with grass green buttons, and washed out red stockings. In her
+hand she held a bunch of green ivy.
+
+The strong and bold bridegroom wore a red swallow tailed coat, with a
+green silk sash tied in front. He had black knickerbockers and white
+woollen socks, and black dressing slippers, and he carried a bowler in
+his hand.
+
+When they arrived at the church the marriage was splendid, but the bare
+legs of Burke were not much appreciated.
+
+For the wedding breakfast they had several cups of Bouillon Fleet, and
+eight of Bovril. They had six Vanilla cream puddings and strawberry ices
+by the score; but they kept the blinds drawn down in case vulgar little
+boys should loom in and say "give us a slice," while the leg of pork was
+being cut.
+
+For their honeymoon, they went to the south of India, and seven hours
+after they got there they had two twin babies, a boy and a girl which
+they called Abraham and Sarah, because they were fond of those holy
+saints.
+
+So we will say goodbye to this two chaptered story.
+
+
+
+
+THE TRUE HISTORY OF LESLIE WOODCOCK
+
+
+
+
+To
+
+DEAREST MOTHER
+
+FROM
+
+DAISY ON HER BIRTHDAY
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 1
+
+INTRODUCING THE FAMILY
+
+
+"Sylvia Sylvia" cried a man's voice in the hall. "Where is that child?"
+
+"Coming" answered the child for so she was always called by her Uncle
+Richard although in years she was close on 19.
+
+And she turned to obey the summons, a deep flush mounted to her usually
+too pale cheeks, and lighted up her whole countenance.
+
+Sylvia Monton was little more than a baby when her parents were both
+drowned whilst on their way to India where Captain Monton was to join
+his regiment. So little Sylvia was left an orphan and her mothers only
+brother Richard Earlsdown came forward to take charge of her being a
+bachelor and possessing no children of his own.
+
+At the time our history opens Sylvia was a tall thin girl with a fair
+and saddened face, which was only enlivened by the sky blue of her
+eyes--she had golden hair which she wore combed back from her white and
+noble forehead and arranged in heavy waves round her small and shapely
+head--a small rosebud mouth which when wide open displayed 2 rows of
+pearly white teeth. Small white hands adorned by 3 golden rings and a
+tiny round nose which she daintily touched now and again with a lace
+hankerchief.
+
+It was 3 oclock on a dismal afternoon late in February and the place was
+on the boarders of the Sussex downs.
+
+"What a rainy day for our walk Uncle" sighed Sylvia as she approached
+her uncle who was still waiting in the hall.
+
+"I wish it were finer my dear" said Mr. Earlsdown opening a large
+unbrella manfully.
+
+Mr. Earlsdown was an elderly man between 50 and 60, he had iron grey
+hair and a long bushy beard to corrospond, sharp grey eyes and a would
+be handsome face but for a stern forbidding expression it habitually
+wore. He was broad and stout and had a manfull way of carelessly
+swinging his arms that gave him many friends. Not only this but he had a
+loud hearty voice that he knew how to use with a will.
+
+Here Mr. Earlsdown proceeded to turn up his trouser tips and offering
+his large umbrella to his niece cried in his hearty voice "let us brave
+the storm."
+
+Just then a gust of wind blew Sylvia's dainty toque down a side street.
+"Oh uncle" she gasped dropping the gingham in her dismay "do go and
+fetch it," but ere she uttered the words a tall handsome fellow
+approached bearing his head and displaying the lost hat in his hand.
+
+"Oh thank you" cried Sylvia a beautiful blush mounting her fair cheeks
+"I am so very grateful to you."
+
+"I am afraid it is rather dusty" said the newcomer taking out a lovely
+silk hankerchief and preparing to wipe the charming object
+
+"Don't trouble sir" said Mr. Earlsdown and taking out a large red
+kerchief he seized the hat in his huge hand and pounded it vigorously.
+"Oh uncle gently" cried Sylvia "you will spoil my feathers
+
+"I know what I am about my dear" said Mr. Earlsdown "and you sir come
+and see us to-morrow, my child will be glad of a caller."
+
+"Oh indeed I shall" cried Sylvia blushing.
+
+And Leslie Woodcock, for that was the handsome fellows name raised his
+hat and bowed low saying "I shall be delighted my dear sir, but might I
+ask what your address is.
+
+"Certainly my man" exclaimed Mr. Earlsdown as with a hearty laugh he
+produced a little card on which was written
+
+                                  R. EARLSDOWN ESQ,
+                                         Yellowflower Hall
+                                                    Mayfield Sussex
+
+Leslie bowed once more and taking the card moved gently away. What took
+place after this will be reserved for our next chapter.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 2
+
+LESLIE WOODCOCK
+
+
+The hero of my story I will now describe.
+
+Leslie Woodcock was about 6 feet in his stockings and fine and well
+built. He had very dark brown hair neatly parted at one side, a curly
+moustache of the same shade and deep brown eyes always half shut. He had
+a large straight nose and mouth to correspond and white well shaped
+hands and feet, that set off this good looking young man.
+
+It was about half past 3 oclock on the following afternoon when Leslie
+Woodcock dressed in a light grey suit and crimson tie, black felt bowler
+and fur lined overcoat, started for Yellowflower Hall.
+
+Sylvia who had been expecting him all the morning was pleased to hear
+the front door bell ring, and hurried to the window to wave her hand, as
+she knew it _must_ be the good looking stranger.
+
+Just then the drawing room door was flung open and the butler announced
+Mr. Woodcock "Oh good afternoon" said Sylvia rushing from the window to
+greet the visitor "how good of you to come in all this pouring rain."
+
+"It was a bad day to come, but I was true to my word" answered our hero
+warmly shaking hands.
+
+"Yes indeed how wet you must be" said Sylvia and then turning to the
+butler she added "Johnson inform Mr. Earlsdown that Mr. Woodcock is
+here."
+
+In about 3 minutes a heavy step was heard and Mr. Earlsdown came
+bounding into the room laughing loudly.
+
+"How do Mr. Woodcock" he gasped between his peals of laughter "I didn't
+at all expect you, in fact I forgot all about you" and here he sank into
+a chair and offered a snuff box to his friend.
+
+"Thanks" said Leslie streching out his long thin fingers and taking a
+small pinch which he silently dropped on the floor as being so young he
+was afraid it would make him sick.
+
+"You'll stop to tea wont you?" asked Sylvia arranging the folds of her
+green silk dress.
+
+"Thank you I will if it is no trouble" said Leslie and a smile passed
+over his thin lips.
+
+In a few moments Johnson and another footman brought in tea from the
+conservatory on a silver tray.
+
+"Now Mr. Woodcock please to help yourself" said Mr. Earlsdown offering
+him three or four plates of sugar and other cakes. Leslie took a small
+jam wafer and proceeded to nibble it quietly. "How far did you come?"
+asked the girl as she was busy pouring out tea.
+
+"Not very far" responded Leslie lifting his full brown eyes to her face.
+"I live in Astma House upon the high road.
+
+"Oh I see" replied Sylvia with a nod of her fair head, "you have sisters
+and brothers then? for I have seen them coming in and out."
+
+"I have two sisters and a cousin" replied Leslie.
+
+"_Oh_ what are their names? asked Sylvia who had a very curious nature.
+
+"My sisters are Violet and Hilda and my cousin is Albert Morris."
+
+"Oh what sweet names" cried the girl "I wish you would bring them here
+some day."
+
+"Perhaps I will" said Leslie "but Albert does not care for calling he is
+a very quiet fellow.
+
+"I am sure I should like him. I love boys" said Sylvia.
+
+Here Leslie thought he had better be going so taking his hat and gloves
+he shook hands after first promising to bring his family the next time
+he came.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 3
+
+THE BALL
+
+
+About 3 months after the events recorded in our last chapter Mr.
+Woodcock decided to give a ball in honour of his daughter Violets
+coming of age. So he sent out about 20 invitations and Leslie made quite
+sure that Sylvia was amongst the list of invited people.
+
+At last the happy day arrived and as the carriages drew up in front of
+Astma House Leslie's form might be seen standing on the door step
+looking out for when Sylvia would arrive. At last she came and Leslie
+offered his hand to help her up the steps.
+
+Sylvia was attired in costly white satin with an edging of beaver round
+the skirt. The body was trimmed with real Venetian Point. Upon her hands
+she wore pink kid gloves and in her hair a pink may blossom. Her small
+well formed feet were clad in white high heeled shoes and silk
+stockings.
+
+"I am afraid I am late Leslie" she said as she entered the hall "but I
+had such a bother to fix my hair, my maid was out you see" she added
+blushing
+
+"Oh never mind" said Leslie taking Sylvia's cloak and hanging it up "let
+us come into the drawing room and join in this walse.
+
+Sylvia's programme was soon filled and she danced till she was tired and
+at last while resting in an arm chair she was not sorry to see Hilda
+Woodcock approaching her with a strawberry ice.
+
+"Leslie is going to bring you some jelly or cream pudding in a minute"
+she said handing Sylvia the tray.
+
+In an instant Leslie came up to her and handing her a jelly retired
+quickly saying he would be back soon.
+
+At that moment Sylvia felt a touch on her arm and looking round found
+herself face to face with Albert Morris, a short red haired young man
+about 22.
+
+"Oh what is it?" cried Sylvia jumping up from her seat.
+
+"Nothing much" replied Albert quietly "only as you are disingaged will
+you have a valse with me."
+
+"I really can't" answered Sylvia hotly "I _am_ so tired. I have been
+dancing all the evening."
+
+"Very well" said Albert and he went away and Sylvia turning round saw
+Leslie sitting beside a young lady gently fanning her and talking to
+her.
+
+An angry flush mounted to her fair cheeks and for a moment she could
+barely keep her temper, then without a minutes hesitation she walked
+boldly towards Leslie and his friend. Leslie jumped up when he saw her
+approach "I was just coming to look for you Sylvia" he said and getting
+up he followed her to the end of the room.
+
+"Who was that person I saw you talking to so lovingly?" asked Sylvia.
+
+"Oh that was Isobel May Saunders, a great friend of mine" replied Leslie
+with a short laugh.
+
+"So I should think a _great_ friend" answered Sylvia angrily "and by the
+way you were talking to her I should think you were engaged to her."
+
+"Look here Sylvia don't be angry" said Leslie slowly "but I _was_ going
+to have made her my wife once but since I met you I have thought better
+of it--please don't say any more about it."
+
+"Oh Leslie" cried Sylvia in surprise "but does the poor girl believe
+that you love her
+
+"To tell you the truth Sylvia" replied Leslie getting very red as he
+spoke "my belief is that Isobel thinks I love her and as I can not throw
+her over altogether that is why you saw me speaking to her just then."
+
+"But what is your reason for not marrying her?" cried Sylvia.
+
+"Well because I thought I would rather marry someone else" said Leslie
+blushing and looking straight into her face.
+
+"But who do you want to marry?" said Sylvia blushing in her turn.
+
+"You dearest" he replied in an undertone "ever since the day I came to
+call upon your uncle I have set my heart on making you my wife. Do you
+think you love me enough to marry me?"
+
+"I think I do Leslie" said Sylvia getting very hot "but I must speak to
+uncle about it first."
+
+"Don't forget" said Leslie in a beseeching tone "and let me know as soon
+as possible."
+
+So the whole of that evening Leslie and Sylvia kept together but as
+Leslie was helping Sylvia on with her cloak, Sylvia saw Isobel Saunders
+gazing at Leslie with a look which went straight to her heart.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 4
+
+AFTER THE BALL
+
+
+Before we go on any further we had better say a word about Isobel
+Saunders.
+
+She was the only daughter of Colonel Saunders of the 159th who having
+lost a lot of money in the army was now in very poor circumstances. His
+wife had died five years previously and left him with three sons and a
+daughter. The eldest son William was a tall stout elderly man of about
+25 who followed his father's profession. Robert the next was fair and
+delicate looking taking after his mother and lived very much at home and
+was just 21 years of age. The youngest son Frederick who was Isobel's
+junior by 4 years was still at school.
+
+Isobel, who at the time my story opens had just attained the age of 20
+years was 5 feet 3 inches in height, she had thick dark hair fashionably
+dressed and a massive fringe over her stately forehead. She had
+bewitching brown eyes from which long lashes swept her cheeks. She had
+an aqueline nose and a bright complextion. She had nice feet and was
+fairly podgy.
+
+It was 10 o'clock on the morning after the ball, when Colonel Saunders
+came into the breakfast room with an open letter in his hand.
+
+"Here is some news for you Isobel" he said "Your aunt Miss Vickers
+intends favouring us with one of her weekly visits she will arrive this
+afternoon by the 3 o'clock train, so mind and have everything ready or
+there will be a fine fuss."
+
+"Oh dear" exclaimed Isobel preparing to pour out the whisky for her
+father. "I always dread Aunt Sophia's visits."
+
+"Yes indeed she is an old nuisance but we must make the best of her and
+after all a week is not long."
+
+"That is true" replied Isobel "but still it adds to my other troubles."
+and with a sigh she ran up to prepare the bedroom.
+
+The town clock was striking 4 when a cab drew up at Vebena Villa and
+Isobel flew to open the front door.
+
+"How are you dear Aunt! she exclaimed.
+
+"Well my dear I am not as well as might be expected. I have had a severe
+cold and my servants have worried me so much I thought a week's rest
+might do me good" answered the fidgety dame hastening into the drawing
+room and taking a seat she proceeded to give Isobel a list of all her
+complaints and when she had come to an end of them she turned to her
+niece saying "Please tell Jane to take my box up and then after I have
+had some tea I will go to bed, I have had a long and fatiging journey."
+
+Here will be a good time to explain Miss Vickers, she was tall and
+angular and thin with black hair slightly grey which she wore in an
+untidy nob behind, she had dark piercing eyes that always seemed to find
+out other people's business.
+
+Isobel smiled as the door closed on the tall and portly frame of her
+aunt and she began to re-arrange the room which already in 10 minutes
+Miss Vickers had turned upside down.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 5
+
+AFTER THE BALL (_continued_)
+
+
+Whilst this scene was taking place at Vebena Villa, a very different one
+was going on at Yellowflower Hall.
+
+While sitting at the breakfast table Sylvia Monton was wondering how to
+ask her uncle if she might come to terms with Leslie Woodcock.
+
+Presently Mr. Earlsdown rose from his chair and seizing his pipe he
+entered his study roaring 'Private Tommy Atkins' at the top of his loud
+voice.
+
+"I am afraid my uncle is in one of his boisterous moods" sighed Sylvia
+finishing her coffee, "but he does get so excited poor uncle especially
+when he has been out the night before. I don't remember seeing much of
+him at the ball. I was so taken up with Leslie. I am rather glad I did
+not see him though for nothing would induce him to wear evening clothes
+or a shirt front and he insisted on going in his bicycling suit and such
+a soiled red tie and _oh_ his hair it was really like a crows nest, I
+don't know what Mr. and Mrs. Woodcock would have said if he had suddenly
+burst out with that dreadful 'Tommy Atkins.' but there poor uncle he
+_has_ such spirits."
+
+So saying Sylvia skipped into her uncle's study.
+
+"Hullo hullo my lassie" he cried tossing down last week's 'Pick me up.'
+
+"I wanted to speak to you Uncle" said Sylvia putting her trembling hand
+on Mr. Earlsdown's shoulder.
+
+"Talk away then" said Mr. Earlsdown "I am prepared for the very worst
+news."
+
+"It's nothing much" said the girl "only--
+
+"Wake up wake up my child" said her uncle "only what?"
+
+"Only that Leslie Woodcock has asked me to marry him and with your
+permission I will accept."
+
+"I dare say you will" said Mr. Earlsdown "but I am not going to give my
+consent" replied the excitable gentleman "I am not going to see you
+marry a begger."
+
+"But uncle he is not a begger" cried Sylvia "he is well off, honest and
+dependable"
+
+"I dare say he is all that" said Mr. Earlsdown "dependable indeed! why
+ten to one when you have been married to him a month he will devoice you
+for some other girl he is silly enough to prefer; no no you shall marry
+a lord, that is what I want for my money, so next time you see young
+Woodcock just send him about his business, impudent young fellow!!"
+
+"Uncle have _some_ mercy" here burst from Sylvia's pale lips "I'll
+never marry any one else" and with a cry of "Leslie _my_ Leslie" she
+fled from the room and flinging herself on her own bed gave way to
+bitter tears.
+
+But finally taking heart of grace she siezed her blotting book and
+poured forth these heart rending words.
+
+             MY OWN,
+
+          Owing to my merciless uncle I am forced to give
+          you up as he thinks to marry a lord, but _no
+          never!_ my Leslie and although I may never see you
+          again think of me always as I shall of you and
+          believe me to be
+
+                                Yours and yours alone
+                                                   SYLVIA.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 6
+
+THE ELOPEMENT
+
+
+It was past 2 o'clock before Leslie received Sylvia's wretched appeal.
+
+It was brought to him in his room whilst dressing for an afternoon
+party. Leslie read it carefully through and then throwing it on the
+floor seezed his head in his hands and thought it over.
+
+Presently he looked up with, a determined expression on his face "I must
+marry her" he cried, and then sitting down he picked up a sheet of
+writing paper and prepared to answer the note and this was what he said.
+
+             MY BEST LOVED
+
+          If you will agree to this plan I will marry you
+          yet. Have all your wants packed up this evening by
+          6 o'clock and we will elope together dearest and
+          when we are one, we will go to America and make
+          our fortunes.
+
+                                  Ever dearest
+                                        YOUR OWN LESLIE.
+
+He then told one of the servants to take the above to Yellowflower Hall
+and give it into Miss Monton's hands, and wait for her answer.
+
+The servant soon returned to say that the young lady would agree to the
+plan.
+
+Leslie then began to collect his stockings and under garments and whilst
+rummaging in his wardrobe he heard something drop on the floor. He
+stooped to pick it up, it was a photograph of Isobel Saunders.
+
+"Poor Isobel" murmured Leslie and wrapping the photo up he put it in his
+pocket. "I wonder what she will think of me when she knows."
+
+At 5 o'clock the housemaid came to tell tea was ready.
+
+"Oh bring me a cup of tea up here, "I am not feeling very well" said
+Leslie as she closed the door.
+
+At 1/4 to 6 Leslie slipped out by the back door. He was attired in a
+long old fashioned ulster, a deer stalking cap, large golosha boots, and
+a hunting suit as he had gone to hunt for Sylvia. On his right arm he
+carried a bag containing clean under linen and other odds and ends also
+his money consisting of L40 in ready gold. He entered the garden of
+Yellowflower Hall and stole up unseen to Sylvia's room. He found her
+standing by the table buttoning her jacket with nervous trembling
+fingers.
+
+"Oh Leslie!" she cried as he entered the room "I am so glad you have
+come" and saying this she fell back in a chair and fainted dead away.
+
+Leslie caught hold of the water jug and wetting a sponge applied it to
+her white face, and by this and the aid of smelling saults, Sylvia soon
+revived.
+
+"I am so nervous" she said "Oh Leslie shall we ever get away in safety?"
+
+"Yes dearest yes" whispered the lover, "trust me darling and you will be
+alright."
+
+"I am ready now" said Sylvia in a weak voice as she put a packet of
+biscuits into her bundle.
+
+"I'll carry your luggage" said Leslie picking up her bundle which was
+tied in a white tablecloth.
+
+Sylvia had been more particular than Leslie as to her luggage. Besides
+all her under-linen she had with her two pairs of clean sheets and
+pillow cases, some bath towels and soap, likewise a sponge and a yard of
+flannel (in case she lost any) a flask of brandy, some new potatoes and
+a tooth brush.
+
+Sylvia's window opened into the lawn so it was easy to escape and once
+off the high road she and Leslie felt safe.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 7
+
+THE LODGINGS
+
+
+Leslie and Sylvia having tramped until midnight found themselves weary
+and footsore at London.
+
+"I can't afford very good lodgings" said Leslie "my money must last
+until I get employment.
+
+"Where shall we go then?" said Sylvia.
+
+"To some common lodging house" said Leslie "you see _you_ have clean
+sheets if they are needful--ah there is the lodging house."
+
+So he and Sylvia approached a filthy house at the end of a narrow
+street, Leslie knocked at the door and after waiting 10 minutes a dirty
+old woman with a candle in her hand, opened the door.
+
+"What is it you want? she said, "disturbing me this time of night!"
+
+"We have come for a lodging" said our hero "how much would it be?"
+
+"4d a night single" said the old woman "and 2d extra if you want a drop
+of water to wash with."
+
+Leslie's heart sank within him at these words but he felt bound to
+accept saying "I hope the beds and the water are clean."
+
+"Clean enough I'm sure" said the old woman "considering they have only
+been used a few times." so saying she led them up a rickety stair case
+into a shabby little room.
+
+"The bed ain't made yet said Old Nan pointing to a heap of rags in the
+corner.
+
+"Thank you" said Leslie and locking the door he turned to Sylvia who by
+this time was wandering hopelessly about the filthy garret.
+
+"We'll make the bed anyhow" said Leslie "get out your sheets Sylvia."
+
+She obeyed and Leslie kneeling on the floor began to sort out the rags.
+He found an old blanket which being a shade cleaner than the others he
+laid upon the floor covering it with a clean sheet; then stuffing his
+jacket inside the pillow case he made it into a pillow, he then laid
+another sheet over that and covered it with his and Sylvia's overcoats,
+he pronounced the bed made.
+
+"How very dreadful!" gasped Sylvia "I can not sleep upon that bed."
+
+"You must" said Leslie throwing open the window to air the room.
+
+The next morning Leslie, who had sat by the open window all night began
+to collect the bed clothes and turning to Sylvia said "we will get out
+of this as soon as ever we can."
+
+Then finding a drop of filthy water in a cracked basin he proceeded to
+wash his face and hands, though Sylvia said she would rather go dirty
+than use such water.
+
+Just then Old Nan entred and looking round said "well now I hope you
+have had a pleasant night."
+
+"Oh very" stammered poor Leslie.
+
+"I think we are going now, if you will tell me what it comes to."
+
+"Well let me see" said Old Nan
+
+"2 beds and 2 washes--
+
+"But I didn't wash" said Sylvia
+
+"And _I_ didn't go to bed" said Leslie
+
+"Then it will be 6d growled Old Nan. and after paying their landlady
+Leslie and Sylvia fled for their lives.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 9
+
+THE MARRIAGE
+
+
+"I Wonder where we can find a church to be married in" said Sylvia.
+
+"We dont look as though we were _going_ to be married" said Leslie "and
+I feel so soiled after sleeping in that lodging house."
+
+"I should think you do" said Sylvia "I never felt so dirty in my
+life--why there is a church Leslie"
+
+"Yes I know but I mean to buy you a white veil and a piece of lace" said
+Leslie "here is a shilling get what you can"
+
+Sylvia hurried across the road and soon returned with a yard of book
+muslin for a veil and 1/2 a yard of furniture lace.
+
+"That will do" said Leslie and they entered the church.
+
+A middle aged man was busy lighting the church lamps and stared
+hopelessly as the couple entered.
+
+"Please are you the clergyman?" asked Leslie.
+
+"No" said the man "Mr. Roberts who is sorting surplices in the vestry is
+the parson."
+
+"Can we speak to him" said Leslie quietly
+
+"Yes sir" replied the man opening the vestry door.
+
+"Oh are you the clergyman?" said Leslie to a tall dark man who was just
+folding up some clean linen.
+
+"Yes I am" replied the said gentleman "can I do anything for you?"
+
+"Well we wanted to be married" said Leslie bashfully "if this young lady
+may put her veil on in the vestry we could then wait in the church till
+you are at leisure."
+
+"Yes I think I have time" said Mr. Roberts glancing at his watch "please
+sign your names in this book and I will ring the bell for the acolyte"
+
+So saying he touched a spring bell and very soon a small fair-haired boy
+appeared in the door way.
+
+"Take two lighted candles into the church Tommy" said Mr. Roberts "and
+place two kneeling chairs in the aisle."
+
+Tommy obeyed and very soon Sylvia and Leslie were kneeling side by side
+in the church.
+
+About 5 minutes afterwards our hero and heroine walked out husband and
+wife!!
+
+"Let us have our wedding breakfast at the Gaiety restaurant" said Leslie
+and hailing a handsom the married couple stepped in.
+
+"What would you like my dear" said Leslie sitting down at a ready laid
+table.
+
+"I'd like rabbit pie and apple fritters and a cup of coffee please" said
+Sylvia throwing off her gloves and displaying her newly put on wedding
+ring.
+
+"Very good my dear" said Leslie "and I will have a slice of roast pork
+and suet pudding and treacle and beer and soda mixed that is a mild B
+and S my dear"
+
+Half way through his pork Leslie pulled out a letter from his pocket and
+after piercing at it for two or three minutes he read as follows.
+
+
+                                  Homer Villa, Margate.
+
+            DEAR SIR,
+
+          I shall be very please to acomodate you for a
+          fortnight. You can have a good sized bedroom,
+          parlour and dining room for 3 guineas per week
+          including everything else. I shall expect you
+          tonight so
+
+                     Believe me to be
+                                 Yours very truly
+                                            MARY MASON.
+
+"This _is_ good news my dear" said Leslie "if you have done your pie we
+will take the first train to Margate, hand me your bundle and we will
+start."
+
+It was not a very long journey but Sylvia who was very tired was not
+sorry to hear the porters screaming "Margate station."
+
+A pony cart from Homer Villa was waiting for them and Leslie and Sylvia
+were soon at their lodgings.
+
+A fat good tempered looking woman showed them into a comfortable
+parlour where a lovely tea consisting of ham sandwiches, poached eggs,
+tea and bread and butter was waiting for them. And here we will leave
+them to enjoy it while we take the train back to Mayfield.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 10
+
+THE CONFUSION
+
+
+About 1/4 to 8 o'clock the dressing bell at Yellowflower Hall pealed
+forth its usual summons.
+
+"I am glad dinner is so nearly ready" said untidy Mr. Earlsdown
+straightening his tie and running a comb through his hair "I'll go and
+have a quiet glass of claret while I am waiting--perhaps Sylvia will
+appear by then."
+
+Mr. Earlsdown had just drained his glass when Johnson brought in some
+pea soup, bacon and green cabbage, merangues and chocolate pudding.
+
+"Don't trouble about ringing the second bell Johnson" said Mr. Earlsdown
+"just call Miss Monton and I will begin."
+
+So saying he began to serve out the bacon on a golden plate.
+
+"Where is that child" said Mr. Earlsdown after having 3 serves of the
+bacon.
+
+Just then Johnson entered with a very long face "If you please sir" he
+said "Miss Monton is nowhere in the house and her room Mary says is
+_that_ untidy, you'd think a wild menagerie had been there."
+
+"Bless my life" exclaimed Mr. Earlsdown throwing down his fork and
+tossing his table napkin to the butler.
+
+Forthwith he rushed upstairs to his niece's room and the sight which met
+his eyes was enough to astonish even Mr. Earlsdown. A pile of linen
+stood in a corner of the room, hats, jackets and various articles of
+clothing were scattered in every direction and at last on the bed a
+letter adressed in Sylvia's hand to himself and this is what it said.
+
+              UNCLE,
+
+          Please do not worry yourself about me. I am quite
+          safe under the charge of Leslie Woodcock. We shall
+          be in London to-night but from that day forth I
+          dont know where we shall be. My name from now is
+
+                                     SYLVIA WOODCOCK.
+
+As Mr. Earlsdown read this coldly worded epistle he flashed his eyes and
+stamped heavily on the floor.
+
+"Why bless the girl" he screamed "I'll have her back within an inch of
+her life" so saying he tore out of the bedroom and called for Johnson.
+
+The butler came running upstairs to receive his orders.
+
+Johnson take the first train to London and search everywhere for traces
+of Mr. and Mrs. Woodcock" and handing the butler 2/6 he sent him off by
+the 8.8 to London.
+
+Meanwhile there was also great confusion at Astmer House. On the summons
+to dinner Leslie was found missing.
+
+"Dear me" exclaimed Mrs. Woodcock jumping up and knocking over a soup
+tureen "Albert go and look for your cousin."
+
+"Oh _he_ is alright" answered Albert "there is no need to fuss."
+
+"Yes there is you heartless boy, go and look for my son at once."
+
+"Oh bother" said Albert flinging down his book.
+
+"Dont snap" said Mrs. Woodcock as Albert dashed furiously out of the
+room.
+
+He returned within 1/4 of an hour to say he could find no traces of
+Leslie except his tooth-brush in the back garden and a pocket
+handkerchief on the stairs.
+
+"Oh I hope he is not lost" cried Mrs. Woodcock "my dear son, where can
+he be?"
+
+"Oh but you have me" said Albert with a faint smile.
+
+"What do I care for you?" said Mrs. Woodcock bitterly.
+
+Albert immediately began shuffling about and took a drink of water to
+hide his blushes.
+
+"As you are so _very_ stupid" continued Mrs. Woodcock "perhaps you can
+_manage_ to walk ** far as Yellowflower Hall and see if you find any
+traces of Leslie."
+
+Albert pushed on his hat and stamped out and returned in 1/2 hour in a
+rather more excited mood than he went out.
+
+"I say Aunt" he cried running into the dining room "would you believe it
+just by that railing near Yellowflower Hall I found Miss Monton's shoe
+and Leslie's watch key, I brought both back to show it is true."
+
+Mrs. Woodcock uttered a terrified "Oh" and sank nearly unconscious on
+the sofa.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 11
+
+JOHNSON'S SEARCH
+
+
+Johnson arrived in London at 25 minutes to ten. It was a dark foggy
+night and the air was cold. Johnson gave a shiver as he wrapped his
+ulster round him.
+
+He wandered hopelessly about for an hour or two and oddly enough he took
+the very same lodgings as Sylvia and Leslie had spent their first night
+in London; being in that part of the city and too tired to look for
+better apartments.
+
+Towards noon on the following day Johnson encountered a friend, Thomas
+Bench by name, and forgetting all about his errand he turned into a
+public house close by to enjoy a quiet drink with his friend.
+
+"What are you up here for Jim?" said Thomas Bench.
+
+"Well" said Johnson stirring up his hot whisky and water "its rather a
+serious matter, my master's niece has gone and run away with her young
+man and I am on the look out for her."
+
+"Aye aye" answered Bench scratching his oily head "what sort of a young
+miss is she eh?"
+
+"Well she's a pretty sort of girl with plenty of fair hair and blue eyes
+there is no mistaking she belongs to the upper ten my man"
+
+"Oh indeed" replied Bench taking a piece of blue paper from his pocket
+"what is the young lady's name?"
+
+"Miss Morton by your leave" roared the butler.
+
+"Well" replied Bench "look here." Johnson snatched the bit of crumpled
+paper and read it through. On the paper was written
+
+                   MISS SYLVIA MONTON.
+                      Homer Villa, Margate.
+
+"Mercy" screamed Johnson "wherever did you find it?"
+
+"Well" replied Thomas Bench "I was walking in Orange Alley where old Nan
+lives and outside the door I found this scrap of paper, what do you
+think it means old pal?"
+
+"I should say" said Johnson biting his lips "it looks as though it meant
+that our young lady had taken up her abode there."
+
+"So should I" said Bench with a broad grin and so saying the two men
+walked out arm in arm. Outside they parted and Johnson took the first
+train for Margate and whilst waiting at the station a telegram was
+brought to him by dirty old Nan.
+
+Tearing it open he found it was from Mayfield saying Mr. Earlsdown was
+dying and he was wanted at once.
+
+"Oh lor!" ejaculated the butler making a rush for the ticket office.
+Johnson did not arrive at Mayfield till 4.0 o'clock, then he instantly
+made his way to Mr. Earlsdown's bedroom.
+
+All the servants in the household were standing round the bed and on it
+lay the unconscious figure of Mr. Earlsdown.
+
+"What is it?" cried Johnson pushing his way through the crowd.
+
+"Appoplexy" answered Susan the housemaid holding her apron to her
+streaming eyes "the poor dear master was so excited thinking about Miss
+Monton and then all of a sudden he received a note telling of the
+engagement of Mr. Albert Morris with Miss Saunders and then that sent
+him off because he always wanted Mr. Albert to marry Miss Monton, and
+when Mary went into the drawing room, there he was in a fit."
+
+Just then the door opened and in walked Doctor Mason. The result of his
+visit will be seen later on.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 12
+
+SYLVIA'S RETURN
+
+
+It was a beautiful morning about 3 or 4 days after our hero and
+heroine's arrival at Margate. Leslie was just finishing his coffee and
+toast and Sylvia was sitting near the window glancing over the morning
+paper.
+
+Suddenly her rosy face turned deadly pale and the paper nearly dropped
+from her trembling fingers.
+
+"What is is dearest?" asked Leslie placing his arm around her waist and
+kissing her pallid forehead "has anything in the paper shaken your
+nerves?"
+
+"Oh Leslie Leslie" shrieked Sylvia falling into his arms "read this and
+be satisfied that my nerves _are_ shaken."
+
+Leslie siezed the paper and read as follows:
+
+          "Mayfield Sussex. Last Tuesday Mr. Richard George
+          Earlsdown of Yellowflower Hall was siezed with
+          appoplexy. On that same day he had prevented his
+          neice from marrying a certain gentleman of the
+          neighbourhood and _she_ has run away with her
+          intended, viz Mr. Leslie Alexander Woodcock.
+
+          Mr. Earlsdown is now repenting that his consent
+          was not given to his heartless niece and that if
+          she comes back before he dies, married or
+          unmarried, she will receive his love and
+          forgiveness for ever; he is now in a dying state
+          and we fear that unless his niece soon returns he
+          will decidedly expire."
+
+"Shall you go home" asked Leslie quietly.
+
+"Yes yes" exclaimed Sylvia "Oh Leslie help me to pack, I feel too weak."
+
+The trunks were soon packed and the heart broken couple were on their
+way to Mayfield. Arriving at the Hall Sylvia flew up to her uncle's room
+and throwing herself on the floor shook the room with ear piercing sobs.
+
+"Who is crying?" presently asked Mr. Earlsdown.
+
+"It is me uncle--your repentant niece."
+
+Mr. Earlsdown gave a contented smile and turned away his head.
+Presently he turned round and his eyes fell upon Sylvia's white hand on
+the counterpane.
+
+"Mrs. Woodcock I see" he said with a smile looking at the golden wedding
+ring on Sylvia's third finger.
+
+"Yes Uncle" said Sylvia in a low tone "But you wont leave me till I am
+better will you child" said her uncle.
+
+"Never uncle" said Sylvia "never to your dying day."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 13
+
+HOW IT ENDED
+
+
+Seven years have elapsed since the events told in our last chapter and
+our scene once more changes to the ball room at Asmer House. Leslie and
+Sylvia no longer newly married people are sitting by the piano and
+opposite to them on the sofa are Isobel Saunders and Albert Woodcock.
+Presently Albert advances to the piano and asks Sylvia to sing a song.
+
+"Yes if I can get anyone to play my accompaniment" says Sylvia.
+
+"I only wish I could play" said Albert rubbing his face and looking
+with sad eyes at Mrs. Woodcock. Immediately Isobel seated herself at the
+piano and ran her fairy like fingers over the notes while Sylvia's
+melodious voice kept time to the music; and as the beautiful words of
+"See the conquering hero comes" rang out like a peal of thunder, Mr.
+Earlsdown come bounding in.
+
+Here the band struck up God save the Queen and everybody stood up in
+respectful silence; and as the last notes of the German band died away
+Mrs. Woodcock took leave of her friends as we will do of the characters
+of this book.
+
+
+THE END
+
+
+
+
+WHERE LOVE LIES DEEPEST
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 1
+
+
+The silvery moon rises slowly above the mountains of white clouds and
+sheds its quiet light upon one of the most beautiful scenes of the
+sheltered nooks in the picturesque county of Devonshire. The tall green
+hills, so thickly covered with wild thyme rise clear and high against
+the blue sky above. The rippling waters of a little streamlet glide
+softly upon its way through lovely banks of sweet green moss. Presently
+a white cloud envelopes the pale moon and all is darkness!
+
+Only for a moment, the cloud passes away and the bright light pours down
+upon two figures. The one the tall slim figure of a young girl, the
+other the broad well built figure of a richly dressed man. He wore a
+beautifully made blue serge suit and a white tie fastened with a gold
+and diamond pin. His felt hat fitted as though it had been made for him
+and his light overcoat and kid gloves were like the rest of his toilet
+well made and of a rich material. His black hair grew thickly on his
+head and his brown eyes glared fiercely, his brown skin was red with
+rage and his white teeth were clenched.
+
+The girl on the contrary was poorly dressed and did not seem at home in
+the presence of the rich man. She wore a pale grey dress trimmed with
+green velvet. It had seen its best days for it was worn in many places.
+She wore a straw hat and a white scarf round her neck. She was a lovely
+girl!! Her plentiful golden hair was coiled into a knob behind and cut
+in a small fringe in front. Her large blue eyes spoke of many mysteries
+and were fringed by golden lashes. Her cherry coloured lips were small
+and pressed together in her nervous state. Her white teeth were clenched
+and she trembled under the viscious glare of her companion.
+
+"I tell you Beatrice you are out of your senses, you must be, there is
+no doubt of it, how can you refuse such an offer?" said the man
+fiercely.
+
+"Oh Lawrence do listen to me," said the unhappy girl, "it is impossible,
+it cannot be. You are very kind, and I always had and always shall have
+a very great respect for you, but I cannot marry you, indeed I cannot!
+we are no match, I am poor and you are rich. Besides I have a reason for
+not accepting you for my husband. Oh Lawrence you make me so unhappy!"
+and here the poor girl stopped short, gave a hurried look round and
+pressed her hand to her heart.
+
+"Beatrice Langton you are a lunatic" cried the man, "give me an answer
+straight out--yes or no. Will you be my wife? Speak out and dont go
+jibbering on in that sentimental fashion; say yes and you will live in
+luxury and riches for the rest of your life, say no and you go home poor
+and degraded. Now give me an answer Yes or No!"
+
+The girl raised her head and spoke thus--"Lawrence I am very sorry to
+say it but my answer is No! Goodbye Mr. Cathcart, goodbye Lawrence,
+perhaps we shall never meet again. What? you will not even shake hands!
+Very well, goodnight Lawrence, goodnight."
+
+She turned and went away leaving him in the darkness.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 2
+
+BEATRICE LANGTON'S HOME
+
+
+When Beatrice went away she made straight for her home for it was close
+on nine and her mother would be anxious. Her heart was heavy and her
+eyelids were wet with fast falling tears as she made her way accross the
+desolate moor. Presently she came to the stream and after crossing the
+bridge she made for the common. On the outskirts of the village stood
+her home. A little brown cottage with carefully trimmed roses and
+jasmine creeping up the porch and a neat little garden in front. She
+opened the gate, walked up the path and opened the door.
+
+What a pleasant scene was there before her! A bright fire was burning in
+the well kept hearth and an old lady sat beside it knitting stockings
+for the coming winter. Many pictures adorned the walls. A gentleman was
+writing at a table in the window. Three little girls all in red frocks
+and white pinnafores were employed in different ways. The eldest was
+some ten years old with curly hair and blue eyes and was busy with some
+corn-flowers and poppies in a glass vase. The other two who looked about
+eight and six had brown eyes and very fair hair (and) were looking at a
+book at the middle table. They all jumped up as Beatrice entered.
+
+"Why Beatrice dear how late you are!" said Mrs. Langton "I sent your
+supper down. "Mary, ring the bell, Beatrice must be hungry."
+
+"No I am not," answered Beatrice smiling wearily and seating herself in
+the chair her sister had placed for her, "I am only very tired and would
+like to go to bed."
+
+"Oh you must have something," said Mr. Langton, "Cook made some lovely
+cheese cakes for supper, and you shall have some wine to drink."
+
+Just then the maid entered, and in spite of herself Beatrice was soon
+enjoying a hearty meal.
+
+"Oh there is half past nine!" cried Mrs. Langton, "Lily and Tina go to
+bed at once, Mary can wait up for Beatrice if she likes."
+
+The two little children ran off hand in hand murmering "lucky Mary."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 3
+
+
+It was eight o'clock next morning when Beatrice opened her weary eyes
+and look round her little room. She jumped up immediately and ran down
+to breakfast.
+
+Her father had just gone off to his farming, but her mother was sitting
+in her accustomed place by the fireside reading a letter which was
+evidently causing her some anxiety.
+
+"Well Mother" cried Beatrice, "what is the matter?"
+
+"Well dear" replied Mrs. Langton, sipping her tea as she spoke, "I have
+had a letter from Mrs. Vindsor who went abroad last year, and she wants
+you to go and spend the winter with her in Paris. I would like you to go
+dear, but you are my eldest child and you are by no means strong."
+
+"Oh Mother do let me go, I should enjoy it, and you know I am much
+stronger since I took to eating Mother Segul's Syrup."
+
+"I know my love" said Mrs. Langton, "I will speak to your father about
+it, and in the meantime pour me out another cup of tea please."
+
+Beatrice caught hold of the teapot smiling happily as she did so; her
+father was not the man to say no, and what he said her mother seldom
+differed from; so she cut her bread and carved her bacon singing a merry
+song through it all. After breakfast Beatrice dusted the room, got the
+children ready for school, and then adjusting a straw hat upon her
+golden tresses she prepared herself for a saunter through the beautiful
+fields fresh with the smell of new mown hay and Alderny cows. She
+gathered flowers as she went and though she felt bright and happy by the
+news the post had brought there was a sore corner in her heart--she had
+quarrelled with Lawrence Cathcart, and there was not a man in Senbury
+Glen who did not know his temper! As she strolled along she caught sight
+of Mr. Langton who was discussing the subject of Welsh sheep with a
+tradesman. He saw Beatrice and walked towards her.
+
+"Well Bia," he cried, "looking at my cows? aren't they lovely?"
+
+"Beautiful Father," cried Beatrice, "but do you know Mrs. Vindsor wants
+me to go to Paris and spend the winter with her family, and may I go?"
+
+"Yes certainly," said Mr. Langton, "and I suppose that means you would
+like a pound or two to buy dresses and hats?"
+
+Beatrice bit her lip and smiled, "I suppose so father," she said gazing
+placidly at her worn elbows.
+
+"Very well," said her father, "I will give you L10, I should advice a
+blue serge dress and a yellow hat."
+
+"Oh no father!" shrieked Beatrice, "I will get a green dress and a hat
+trimmed with roses."
+
+"Very well," said Mr Langton kicking the hay with his feet "do as you
+please my dear, by the bye when are you expected in Paris?"
+
+"Tomorrow week father," said Beatrice, "at least so Mother says."
+
+Mr Langton whistled and then turning to his daughter he said, "I tell
+you what Bia, you had better call at the dressmaker on your way home, I
+hate a bustle at the last moment." so saying Mr Langton gave his
+daughter L10 in ready gold! Beatrice took them home and put them in her
+purse till the afternoon when she paid a long visit to the dressmaker.
+She invested in a lovely green silk dress trimmed with a delicate shade
+of rose pink, and the dainty little hat was of the same picturesque
+colours. She likewise bought a costly diamond brooch and two silver
+bangles to make up the L10.
+
+On coming out of the shop she turned on to the moors for a last walk
+before going to Paris, for there would be plenty to do at home such as
+darning stockings, mending clothes, etc: She called for Nelly Reeves (a
+friend of hers); it would be a good chance to outdo her thought
+Beatrice, for Nelly had been to Italy the year before and did nothing
+but boast of it all day. So the two girls arm in arm started for the
+moors. Nelly Reeves was a tall good looking girl, slightly pretty, but
+with none of the wistful beauty about her that was so clearly stamped on
+all Beatrice Langton's features. She had black hair and what she
+considered beautiful eyes, though they really were small and vacant in
+their perpetual stare.
+
+"Well I hope you will enjoy yourself" she remarked briskly when Beatrice
+told her of the invitation to Paris.
+
+"I am sure I shall," said Beatrice, gently feeling her hair behind,
+"only think of the delights of it! The Vindsors live in a Chateau you
+know!"
+
+"Yes, I suppose it will be jolly for you," said Nelly "who are the
+Vindsors?"
+
+"Oh dont you remember Clara Vindsor?" said Beatrice, "she was so very
+pretty and polite in her ways."
+
+"I recollect her," said Nelly gazing on the far away blue hills, "oh
+Beatrice how lovely that view is!"
+
+"Yes," said Beatrice sadly, "I came up here last night for a walk."
+
+"Alone?" asked Nelly.
+
+Beatrice wished she had not spoken then, but being frank and
+straightforward she replied "no I was not alone."
+
+"Who with?" enquired Nelly.
+
+"Never mind," retorted Beatrice.
+
+"Oh Beatrice do tell me" coaxed Nelly, I'll not tell a soul."
+
+"I dont care if you do," said Beatrice coldly.
+
+"Well let me see if I can guess" said Nelly artfully "was it Mr
+Cathcart?"
+
+"What makes you guess him?" asked Beatrice angrily.
+
+"Why because he has been paying attentions to you lately, and I thought
+he might have come up here to propose" said Nelly.
+
+"You have most silly ideas!" retorted Beatrice, "if you dont leave off
+please to go home, what if he did propose?"
+
+"Oh nothing at all," replied Nelly, "if you are so disagreeable I _will_
+go home," so saying Miss Reeves tucked up her dress and walked home.
+
+"Life is hard!" sighed Beatrice, "nothing seems to go right, first I
+quarrel with Lawrence and then with Nelly--why what is that?" she cried
+as she caught sight of something gold glittering in the pathway.
+
+She stooped to pick it up; it was a gentleman's gold link, beautifully
+carved and engraved with the initials L. C.
+
+"L. C." repeated Beatrice handling the link pensively "why they are his
+initials, can it be his I wonder? why yes" she continued, "here is the
+name Lawrence Cathcart; His Links! yes they are his, I will keep them
+and I may some day have occasion to return them to him," so saying she
+put the articles in her leather purse and turned towards home.
+
+In some unaccountable way Beatrice turned into the High Street and had
+to pass Lawrence Cathcart's house, a splendid white stone building
+standing apart from the other houses in a beautiful garden of well
+tended blooms.
+
+"What riches!" sighed Beatrice pausing at the iron gates, and as her
+blue eyes searched the lovely grounds her glance fell upon Lawrence
+Cathcart. He was standing under a tree with an open book in his hands.
+He wore a light fawn suit and his black curly hair was exposed to the
+Autumn sun; and as Beatrice gazed on this good looking young man she
+wondered why she had not noticed before how exquisitely curly his hair
+and moustache was, how fine his nose and eyes, and how beautifully his
+mouth was curved.
+
+But she did not talk to him or try to attract his attention, and sad and
+disheartened she walked home.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 4
+
+
+Tea was ready when Beatrice returned home and she drew in her chair and
+clustered round the table.
+
+"Well, what is your dress like?" asked Mrs Langton as she passed the
+butter to her husband.
+
+"Oh it is lovely Mother" answered Beatrice, "and oh Father" she
+continued, "I bought some jewellry too!"
+
+"Jewellry" cried Mr. Langton stirring his tea very hard, "with my
+money?"
+
+"Well yes father," sighed Beatrice, "I hope you are not angry?"
+
+"What did you buy" enquired Mr Langton.
+
+"Two bracelets and a brooch" said Beatrice sadly.
+
+Mr. Langton coughed and helped himself to some strawberry jam.
+
+"I have been very busy putting some embroidery on your white petticoat
+all the afternoon," said Mrs Langton trying to change the subject, "you
+know I had a telegram to say you are expected on Thursday instead of
+next week."
+
+"Oh Mother" said Beatrice, "I must begin to pack at once!" so saying she
+flew up to her bedroom, and ten minutes later the floor was littered
+with as many articles of clothing as you could wish to see, and when Mrs
+Langton came up after tea she found her daughter seated on the bed amid
+stockings of every shade, curling some crimson feathers.
+
+"My dear Beatrice!" cried that good lady in astonishment, "what are you
+doing?"
+
+"Well I was trying to pack mother" answered Beatrice calmly.
+
+"I see" said Mrs Langton folding up a blue skirt as she spoke, "if you
+will allow me to help you I think you will manage better."
+
+"Very well," replied Beatrice, "there are the trunks."
+
+"Yes I see them" said Mrs Langton, "I think your new dress and hat had
+better go in the basket trunk dont you?"
+
+"Perhaps so" said Beatrice gathering the stockings off the bed, "Oh
+mother, to think that the day after tomorrow I shall be going to Paris!"
+
+"Yes indeed dear" replied Mrs Langton glancing round the littered room,
+"you have plenty of work to do, just darn these stockings will you,
+while I collect your hats."
+
+Beatrice threaded her needle and once she was seated in the big
+arm-chair, her busy tongue began to go.
+
+"What time do you suppose I shall arrive at Paris mother?" was the first
+question.
+
+"Let me see, the boat starts from Newhaven at 11 in the morning," said
+Mrs Langton slowly, "I think you get to Paris about ten in the evening
+though I wont be sure."
+
+"How nice!" said Beatrice, "is the Vindsor's house very grand?"
+
+"I believe so" replied her mother "at least they keep fifty servants and
+nearly everything is either gold or silver!"
+
+"Gracious!" exclaimed Beatrice.
+
+"Yes," said Mrs Langton, "now Beatrice bring that darning downstairs, we
+must finish packing tomorrow, I will mend that skirt for you," and so
+saying Mrs Langton left the room.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 5
+
+
+At last the eventful day came and found Beatrice up at six o'clock,
+putting the last articles in her hand bag. By eight o'clock she was at
+the station taking the last farewells.
+
+The little ones crowded round her, giving her chocolate and various
+sweets to eat on the way. Mrs Langton sobbed copiously, and Mr Langton
+as he kissed his daughter pressed a sovereign into her hand. But at last
+the guard waved his flag, the porters slammed the doors, and Beatrice
+found herself spinning away through fields of every shade, fast leaving
+Senbury Glen behind and approaching Newhaven Harbour. Beatrice gave a
+little sigh half of joy and half of fear, and then subsided into her
+novel and refreshments till the train stopped and she found herself in
+the aforesaid harbour. There were a great many passengers going by the
+Dieppe boat, and Beatrice had some difficulty to declare her luggage and
+smuggle the packet of coffee her thoughtful mother had put in the sponge
+bag. But at last she got on the boat and once she was seated in her deck
+chair gazing on the rough sea, she could not help shedding a few tears
+as she thought of the little brown cottage standing alone on the
+outskirts of Senbury Glen. But she soon cheered up and asked the
+stewardess to show her to her cabin. The woman obeyed and walked along
+the deck till she came to a battered looking door, which she opened
+saying--"Here is your cabin miss, your berth is number 10 and you will
+find some water to wash in."
+
+Beatrice thanked her and entered the room. A woman five children and a
+nurse were seated round the room. The nurse had two small babies on her
+knee which she was trying to hush to sleep in vain. The mother was
+attempting to comb the hair of a very frantic little boy and scolding
+two girls who would insist on unfastening all the trunks and scattering
+the contents on the floor. Beatrice took no notice of the noisy party,
+but went to her corner of the cabin and did her hair and washed her face
+in some hard salt water. The stewardess then brought her some tea and a
+bit of cake and Beatrice took the opportunity to ask her if she was to
+share the same cabin as the children and their elders.
+
+"Well," whispered the stewardess, "I'm sorry to say you must, but I
+expect they will go on deck soon and then you will be alright miss."
+
+Beatrice smiled and tried to read her book amidst the deafening roars of
+the babies. But in a little while the nurse marched them all up on deck,
+and the mother soon followed with one fat baby and a basket of
+refreshments in her arms. Then there was peace and Beatrice quite
+enjoyed her little dinner of ham sandwiches and a cold custard. But
+about 2 o'clock she began to feel drowsy and enjoyed a pleasant sleep,
+and at the end of half an hour was surprised to find she was in Dieppe.
+
+She gathered her luggage together and a good natured sailor helped her
+off the steamer. She again declared her luggage and went to the station
+where she awaited the arrival of the train to Paris. At last it came up,
+and Beatrice found a comfortable carriage well padded with cushions and
+rugs, and a fat sulky looking girl in one corner who was busily engaged
+sucking lemons and studying Bradshaw.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 6
+
+
+It was close on ten when the train stopped at Paris, and Beatrice and
+the fat girl alighted to the platform.
+
+"Do you reside here?" asked the girl in broken English.
+
+"I am here on a visit," replied Beatrice.
+
+"I see; is it not cold mademoiselle?" said this friendly girl.
+
+"Very," answered Beatrice buttoning the collar of her coat.
+
+"Yes very," continued the girl, "ah Mademoiselle you have no wraps; take
+my shawl," and without another word the girl pulled off her shawl and
+flung it round the shoulders of the astonished Beatrice, and then
+disappeared into the refreshment room from which she did not reappear
+again in a hurry. Beatrice was too astonished to speak and hardly liked
+the coarse woollen shawl which had been so hospitably flung on to her
+shoulders.
+
+Just as she had with some difficulty found her luggage a very grand
+footman dressed in green plush came up, and touching his hat said "Pour
+le Chateau?"
+
+Beatrice said "Oui" in a very vague manner, and soon found herself
+rumbling along the streets of Paris in a very comfortable carriage with
+her luggage piled round her in a kind of pyramid and the friendly girl's
+shawl still clinging to her shoulders.
+
+Soon the vehicle reduced speed and all at once Beatrice found herself at
+the great entrance porch of "Le Chateau!"
+
+The footman rang the bell and then went away leaving Beatrice in a
+transport of fear and joy on the steps. Soon the door was opened by a
+very fat butler with powdered hair and a green plush uniform.
+
+"What can I do for you?" he asked with the air of a king.
+
+"Oh please I have come to stay" said Beatrice nervously.
+
+"Step inside," said the courtly butler.
+
+Beatrice did as she was bid and found herself in a most magnificent hall
+hung with rich velvet curtains and paved with Turkish carpets, and
+supported by gold and silver pillars.
+
+"What name?" enquired the butler.
+
+"Miss Langton," said Beatrice.
+
+The butler then lead her along costly corridoors and majestic looking
+passages and at last stopped at a door which he flung open and called in
+a powerful voice "Miss Langton!"
+
+A murmur arose at this announcement and in less than a minute Beatrice
+was in Mrs. Vindsor's arms being hugged to death almost. "My dear
+Beatrice!" she gasped when her kisses were exhausted "how pleased I am
+to see you! the steak has just gone down to be kept hot, come and see
+Clara."
+
+These comforting words soothed Beatrice, and then Clara came forward to
+greet her friend.
+
+Clara was a slight thin girl about 19 with very fair hair and blue eyes,
+she wore a blue satin dress trimmed with real Brussels lace in keeping
+with Le Chateau, and a spray of blue flowers in her hair.
+
+"My sisters will be down in one minute" she said kindly "their maids
+are doing their hairs."
+
+"Oh I see," said Beatrice rapidly taking off her gloves and displaying
+with some pride her white smooth hands.
+
+"I suppose you are very tired," said Mrs. Vindsor giving the fire a poke
+with the toe of her shoe.
+
+"Yes I am," said Beatrice "it was very rough crossing."
+
+Just then the door opened and two girls entered about 22 and 24 in age.
+The eldest was by no means beautiful but she was intensely good. She had
+small black eyes and black hair which she wore in a most peculiar
+manner, it was cut in a fringe in front and gathered into a huge knob
+behind all except one piece which hung down her back and on the end of
+which a single red rose was attached. She was attired in yellow silk and
+was by no means courteous to Beatrice, her name was Honoria.
+
+The other girl was the most beautiful of the three. She had lovely brown
+hair and soft blue eyes fringed by sweet long lashes. Her nose and mouth
+were enough to attract an artist towards her; she was dressed in a
+lovely pink silk dress and her knob was arrayed by a pink feather. Her
+name was Margaret and she was known through all Paris as the "sweet
+young lady with the pathetic blue eyes!" and on the 20th of August (her
+birthday) not a single person omitted to give her a present. Beatrice
+thought her lovely and kissed her on both cheeks with hearty good cheer.
+
+And so ended Beatrice's first night at Le Chateau.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 7
+
+
+The next morning Beatrice had a slight headache and did not rise till
+the breakfast gong sounded through the walls of the great castle.
+
+Just as she was ready her bedroom was opened and Margaret appeared.
+
+"Oh Beatrice," she cried, "isn't it a lovely morning? Mama has just had
+a note asking us all to Mrs. Middle's garden party this afternoon, there
+will be a lot of English people there just arrived like yourself."
+
+"Yes very nice," said Beatrice and the two went down to breakfast
+together.
+
+Mrs. Vindsor and Honoria were already seated at the table enjoying the
+fragrant meal, but Clara had not yet come down.
+
+"How late you are Margaret" protested Mrs. Vindsor.
+
+"I am sorry Mother" said Margaret cracking her egg.
+
+"So I should hope" said Honoria shaking her head so that the rose at the
+end of her tail swayed to and fro also.
+
+After the meal was over Clara proposed to take Beatrice for a walk in
+the gay town as Margaret was going to trim a hat for Mrs. Middle's
+garden party, and Honoria always did the housekeeping.
+
+Beatrice was delighted at the offer and soon joined Clara in the
+spacious hall.
+
+"We must go this way" said Clara "as I have to go the Bank for Mother."
+
+"Oh alright" said Beatrice taking Clara's arm.
+
+Then followed a little conversation about nothing in particular, and by
+the time they reached the Bank Beatrice had quite decided that though
+Clara was very pleasant and cheery she was not as nice as Margaret who
+was kindness itself to the strange English girl.
+
+"Would you like to walk up and down while I go into the Bank?" asked
+Clara.
+
+"Yes please," said Beatrice who by no means appreciated Banks, and so
+saying she left Clara in the office and walked along the gay street. She
+seemed very strange as she walked through the strange streets and was so
+taken with the fancy shops that she forgot all about Clara in the bank.
+
+"Dear me! what lovely gloves" she said as she stopped outside a large
+drapers shop "we dont have such things in England!"
+
+Just then somebody passed behind her and in so doing brushed against her
+dress. Beatrice at once looked round and there walking quietly in front
+as though nothing had happened was a man!
+
+Beatrice looked in amazement at the gentleman calmly receding up the
+road, and as she looked the form seemed to grow familiar in front of her
+eyes. Surely she had seen that navy blue suit before, that brown hat and
+those boots! Yes! the very walk was familiar to her. She knew that black
+curly hair and that well formed back again!--it was Lawrence Cathcart!
+
+Beatrice gave a low cry and covered her face with her hands.
+
+The man looked round and his eyes fell upon the figure of the unhappy
+Beatrice. He evidently recognized her for with a little hesitation he
+advanced towards her and taking her arm said not unkindly--"Come with
+me."
+
+"I can't" groaned Beatrice.
+
+"You must," said Lawrence.
+
+Beatrice could do no more but slowly and sadly she followed her enemy.
+
+Many thoughts flashed through her mind during that walk, thoughts that
+Beatrice will never forget.
+
+At last Lawrence stopped at an Inn door and he mounted the steps and
+walked in. Beatrice followed in silence.
+
+Presently Lawrence opened a door and the two went into a small but
+pretty bedroom.
+
+"Now," said Lawrence, turning the key in the door and looking kindly at
+Beatrice, "have you changed your mind since we last met?"
+
+The tears welled into Beatrice's blue eyes and rolled down her now
+death-like cheeks. "Lawrence," she sobbed at length, "I wish I could say
+I had, I almost love you Lawrence but I cannot marry you."
+
+"Very well" answered Lawrence drawing his lips tightly together, "I see
+my journey to France has been made in vain; I may add," he continued
+"that I came here purposely to encounter you but all in vain! You have
+no real reason for not wishing to become my wife--it is not possible;
+but I will now flee from you and perhaps when I am laid upon my bed for
+the last time and Death has siezed me in its jaws you will repent of
+your past wrongs!!"
+
+"Oh Lawrence!" Beatrice almost screamed in her agony "just one word
+before you go!"
+
+"Not one," replied Lawrence, and with these words upon his lips he left
+the unhappy Beatrice in a swoon upon his floor.
+
+Beatrice had given one hoarse scream as she fell to the floor, and it
+brought a couple of waiters to the room.
+
+"What is it?" asked one.
+
+"A young lady has fainted" said the other "run for the doctor quick."
+
+The next instant there was a regular crowd round Beatrice all intensely
+interested, and in less time than it takes to tell old Doctor Holden was
+bending over Beatrice's white rigid face.
+
+"She has had some shock I fear" said he feeling the thin white hand "can
+anyone in the crowd tell me where this lady lives?"
+
+There was no sound of a reply for the first few seconds and then came a
+faint "yes" from the back of the throng.
+
+"Come forward" cried the doctor. A rustling and a murmering of voices
+ensued and then the figure of a young girl rushed forward. It was
+Margaret Vindsor who had come out in search of Clara and fearing her to
+be lost had set out to find her.
+
+"Now" said Dr. Holden giving Margaret a chair, "are you any relation to
+this young lady, and where does she live?"
+
+"Oh Dr. Holden!" cried Margaret "she is a friend of ours and is on a
+visit to us--oh what shall I do? Oh poor Beatrice!!"
+
+"Why Miss Vindsor is it you?" Asked Dr. Holden in surprise "Waiter run
+for a cab, we must take these ladies back to Le Chateau."
+
+It was not long before the cab stopped at the Inn door and Dr. Holden
+assisted by two waiters lifted Beatrice into the cab and laid her
+gingerly on the seat, while Margaret speedily followed, and then the
+doctor himself jumped in and the downcast party drove back to Le
+Chateau.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 8
+
+
+Mrs. Vindsor together with Honoria and Clara were waiting breathlessly
+in the hall when the cab drove up. Honoria flew to the door and the
+minute she caught sight of the unconscious Beatrice and her sister's
+pale face she gave a loud scream and tore rapidly to her bedroom.
+Beatrice was carried to her bedroom at once and the doctor soon left
+after leaving his directions.
+
+Margaret was in a great state of anxiety, but possessing more self
+control than the rest of the family she was appointed nurse. Beatrice
+with the aid of salts and mustard plasters soon came to herself, but
+Lawrence Cathcart had done his work--rheumatic fever set in and for many
+days Beatrice hung between life and death. Mr. and Mrs. Langton were
+sent for and duly arrived but to no one would Beatrice confide the
+mystery of her illness. The more she thought of it the more ill she
+became and Honoria prayed a good deal. By the time she was able to get
+up her mind was made up. She would look for Lawrence Cathcart, ask his
+pardon and become his wife. Life offered naught else.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 9
+
+
+Ten years have passed since the events recorded in my last chapter took
+place, and Beatrice now a woman of 28, is fair and blooming as ever but
+with an anxious care-worn expression round her face. She no longer lives
+in the pretty cottage in Senbury Glen for Mr. Langton has lost a great
+deal of money farming, and he and his family have changed their quarters
+and live in a dingy little house in a London back street. It would take
+too long to relate all that has happened in the last years, so I will
+describe the events as briefly as possible. To begin with little Tina
+who was always a delicate child has died within the last four years and
+rests in the churchyard at Senbury Glen. Mary and Lily have had to leave
+school early and Mary, a girl of twenty is taking lessons in painting
+while Lily stays at home.
+
+One thing I must not omit to mention is that Beatrice is still on the
+look out for Lawrence Cathcart but fears she will never find him.
+
+One Spring morning Beatrice comes down to breakfast and finds Mrs.
+Langton busy with some papers.
+
+"Well mother" she says sadly for her merry tone has completely deserted
+her, "have you heard of anything I can do to earn my living?"
+
+"Yes dear I think so" replies Mrs. Langton glancing nervously at the
+manuscript in her hand, "you were always fond of nursing were you not
+Beatrice?"
+
+"Yes mother, ever since I had that illness" answeres Beatrice "it was
+poor Margaret Vindsor who put the idea in my head."
+
+"Poor Margaret" says Mrs. Langton, for Margaret may be numbered among
+the dead.
+
+"Well mother what about me?" asks Beatrice presently.
+
+"Oh I was forgetting" answers Mrs. Langton "I have heard from Captain
+Harsh and he says if I care to let you go to India he has a capital
+place for you as a military hospital nurse."
+
+"To attend to the soldiers wounded in battle?" asks Beatrice.
+
+"Yes dear" replies Mrs. Langton, "I will read you the letter--"Madam;
+Hearing of your daughter's wish to become a hospital nurse, I beg to
+offer my services. If you do not object to soldiers I have a lovely
+place out here in India where her only work will be to attend to the
+soldiers in their bungalows either in the night or day as her turn comes
+round. She will live with the other nurses in a comfortable house not
+far from the battle field. She will be expected to bring her own
+clothes, cups, plates and knives etc: She must be cheerful and kind and
+must make herself obliging to the soldiers. I will expect her by the
+next mail.
+
+                      Believe me, Madam,
+                                Yours very sincerely,
+                            GEORGE HARSH (Captain of the 109th
+                                                         Regiment.)
+
+"That sounds very nice mother" answers Beatrice "I think I will go."
+
+"What about the character you are expected to have?" says Mrs. Langton
+artfully.
+
+"I think I am both cheerful and kind" says Beatrice hotly "and as to
+being obliging to the soldiers, anybody could do that."
+
+"Perhaps so," smiles Mrs. Langton, "then I will write to Captain Harsh
+and say you will go by the next mail."
+
+For many days after this Beatrice is busy preparing for the voyage. And
+at last the eventful day arrives and Beatrice clad for the first time in
+her nurse's costume steps on board the Victory which is to take her to
+the wonderful city of Calcutta.
+
+"Poor Mr. Langton gets quite frantic as he waves his red pocket
+handkerchief wildly to his beloved daughter for the last time, and Mrs.
+Langton faints on the pier and has to be carried away, which sets the
+helpless Beatrice sobbing as though her heart would break and she shouts
+messages till she is hoarse and then sheds many tears which continue on
+and off till she reaches Calcutta, when the sight of two pleasant nurses
+dressed like herself, quite cheers her up.
+
+She advances bashfully towards them and says in meek submissive tones
+"if you please are you military hospital nurses?"
+
+"We are," replies the tallest of the two "our names are Nurse Elsie and
+Nurse Brandon; of course there is no need to say that I am Nurse
+Brandon."
+
+"Of course not" say Beatrice.
+
+"And you are Nurse Mildred I presume" asks Nurse Brandon, gently nudging
+Nurse Elsie to join in the conversation.
+
+"No my name is Beatrice Langton" replies Beatrice.
+
+"I know" says Nurse Brandon, "but you will be known as Nurse Mildred in
+the wards."
+
+"Oh I see" answers Beatrice glancing at Nurse Elsie whom she thinks she
+will like better than the former.
+
+"And now" says Nurse Brandon "we will take you to the Residency; Nurse
+Elsie kindly lead the way."
+
+The nurse does as she is told and the three walk on together. At last
+they reach a large building of yellow brick with a placcard on the door
+on which is engraved "Nurses' Residence." Nurse Elsie opens the door and
+leads the way to a large airy room in which some dozen nurses are having
+tea.
+
+"This is Nurse Mildred," announces Nurse Brandon in loud tones, and then
+seating herself at the table she continues "Nurse Mildred you will sit
+next Nurse Helen tonight."
+
+Beatrice gazes vaguely round the room wondering which is Nurse Helen,
+when suddenly a pretty nurse with chestnut hair and blue eyes jumps up
+and announces that she is Nurse Helen and takes Beatrice to her place.
+The tea is good and there is plenty of it, and together with thick bread
+and butter and coffee if preferred to tea, Beatrice thinks it is not a
+bad meal. After tea Nurse Brandon shows Beatrice to her room and tells
+her she need not begin work till to-morrow.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 10
+
+
+The time speeds rapidly on and Beatrice is now counted as quite an old
+nurse. She finds her work in the bungalows very pleasant and the
+soldiers find her most obliging. She works hard and is never tempted to
+grumble.
+
+One day just as she is settling down to write after tea, after a hard
+day's work, Nurse Helen looks in at the door. "Nurse Mildred," she
+exclaims "you are to go at once to Bungalow number 5; a wounded soldier
+has just been taken there and is very ill I fear."
+
+Beatrice jumps up and putting on her bonnet walks quickly to the 5th
+bungalow. It is a little white one on the outskirts of the jungle and
+close to the battle field, and in it there is a bed, two chairs, a jug,
+basin and table. Beatrice takes hold of a small cup and measures some
+ointment into it, and then taking a sponge bathes the man's wounds. He
+is a very thin man with long slender hands and black hair and eyes, and
+at a first glance Beatrice sees that he is on the point of death. She
+does all she can for him and then at his wish reads some Holy Scriptures
+to him. Then seeing his eyes droop she goes to the other end of the
+bungalow and waits.
+
+Presently she hears a weak voice say "Beatrice!"
+
+She starts, it is a long time since that name has fallen on her ears.
+"Beatrice, dont you know me?" says the voice once more.
+
+In a minute Beatrice is at his side clasping his hand in hers. "Oh
+Lawrence, Lawrence!" she cries.
+
+Then there is silence. "Lawrence can you ever forgive me?" moans
+Beatrice at last.
+
+"Forgive you my darling? It is the one thing I have lived for" says
+Lawrence.
+
+"Accept me as your lawful wife," cries Beatrice bending over him.
+
+"Yes darling, yes," says Lawrence faintly. He then tells her in a few
+words how in despair he had given up everything and gone into the Army
+and lived only long enough to forgive Beatrice, for that day he had
+received his death wound in a sharp battle with the enemy.
+
+"And now," he adds, "I shall die happy, and will you remember in after
+years (for I shall not live to) how here it was our hearts were
+re-united--once more joined together, here it was I accepted you for my
+wife, and here it is therefore that Love lies Deepest!"
+
+"Oh my dear!" groans Beatrice heavily, "Lawrence, here is what I was
+going to have given you at the French Inn," and she presses a pair of
+gold links into his dying hand.
+
+He smiles back at her and says "keep them darling as a remembrance of
+me."
+
+Beatrice's only answer is a wild kiss, the last Lawrence will ever
+receive, the memory of which follows him to Eternity, the next minute he
+falls back with a groan.
+
+Beatrice stands for a rigid moment and then falls prone beside the bed.
+
+And there is only one in all this wide world who knows for certain if
+Lawrence Cathcart died a happy death.
+
+
+THE END
+
+
+
+
+THE HANGMAN'S DAUGHTER
+
+
+
+
+PART I
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 1
+
+PROLOGUE
+
+
+John Winston had entered into manhood with every prospect of a bright
+and brilliant future.
+
+His parents had died leaving him a nice little legacy and a great deal
+of land for farming But with all this good fortune, things did not seem
+to go right with him.
+
+To begin with, he was idle and did not care for farming, so he let land
+waste away till it was good for nothing, and was forced to sell it. He
+then encountered a severe loss of money, and by degrees sank lower and
+lower in the world till he at last found himself a penniless man with
+barely enough to keep a roof over his head.
+
+His only resourse then was marriage. There were plenty of rich girls
+about whose parents would be glad to find a suitable husband for them.
+John Winston was suitable enough, for he was good looking, witty, and
+had a certain amount of good sense; but his kind heart would not allow
+him to fall in love with these girls merely on account of their riches,
+so had to look out for someone he really loved.
+
+During these explorations he met Helen Carline, a young girl, poor, and
+with no relations in the world. She was wondrously pretty with a
+profusion of fluffy golden hair and sad blue eyes which spoke all their
+thoughts.
+
+Of course John Winston fell in love with her at once and proposed
+accordingly. After a little hesitation she accepted and John Winston's
+joy was beautiful to witness.
+
+The married couple took a little cottage on the outskirts of the Malvern
+Hills and engaged one servant Jane Marshland, by name, about whom we
+shall hear more later on.
+
+In the spring of the following year a little girl was born as a crowning
+joy to the young husband and wife.
+
+But three months afterwards Mrs. Winston died of fever, which she caught
+when visiting a gipsy encampment near her home. So at an early age,
+little Helen, (for that was the child's name) was left without a mother,
+but she lacked no love or tenderness, for Mr. Winston's only care was
+for his beloved child, and Jane Marshland now the nurse, did every thing
+she could for the child's health and comfort.
+
+Mr. Winston had to give up his dear little home, and retire with Jane
+and his baby to lodgings in London till he heard of some employment.
+
+At last he found something not very satisfactory, but as nothing else
+offered he decided to take it. It was to perform the office of hangman
+in a small country town in Hants by the name of Kenalham.
+
+It was not a nice position to be in certainly, and Mr. Winston's nerves
+were not strong, but the payment was good, and after all only about two
+people were hung a year at Kenalham.
+
+So with a sinking heart Mr. Winston packed up his goods and departed
+with his child and servant to the little cottage in Kenalham, already
+furnished for him. It was a nice little house and Mr. Winston smiled as
+he entered the drawing room, "after all" he said to Jane, "so few people
+are hung here that nearly all my time will be devoted to my darling
+Helen," and he kissed the rosy face of the child.
+
+So, now having explained the position of my story I will skip over a few
+years and go on again at the time when Helen had grown up into a
+charming sweet mannered girl.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 2
+
+THE COTTAGE BY THE HILL
+
+
+The little village of Kenalham was situated in the south of Hants and
+lay at the bottom of some picturesquely grouped hills.
+
+No river watered the little town, but a broad stream wound through the
+neighbouring medows giving a rich green shade to the grass on its banks;
+the high green hills stood out clear and tall against the blue sky, and
+the ruins of an old castle on the top of one of the heights gave a
+strange weird appearance. To add to the strangeness of this little
+scene, at the bottom of the very hill on which the ruins stood was a
+villa of the modern kind nestling amidst a woody dell of beach trees.
+This was no other than the residence of Mr. John Winston and his
+daughter Helen, and it went by the name of "Beach Dale."
+
+It was a charming little house and had the preveleage of possessing a
+beautiful view both back and front. The front looked out across miles of
+woodland scenery with no sign of human inhabetance any where safe a
+single cottage which stood out like a white speck among the greenness
+which surrounded it.
+
+The back looked out on the lovely blue hills, and far away in the
+distant loomed the white cliffs of Portsmouth.
+
+Having now given the reader a correct idea of the surroundings of "Beach
+Dale" I will endevour to describe Helen Winston.
+
+At the time my story opens, our heroine was a charming young lady of
+nineteen years. She had an abundance of dark brown, almost black hair,
+curling gracefully over her forehead. Her beautiful brown eyes were
+headed by well marked eye brows of a lovely black; her complexion was
+like that of a blush rose and her pretty little nose and mouth added to
+the charm of her features.
+
+Here character I will leave to be found out and only say that she was
+passionately fond of her father and devoted all her life solely to him.
+
+Trouble and care had made Mr. Winston look old before his time. He was
+only 54, yet his hair and beard were completely grey. He had a kind
+quiet face and blue eyes, he had a rather wide mouth with a nervous
+twitch at each corner. He fully returned his daughter's love and
+considering he had taught her entirely himself she was comparatively
+cleaver girl.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 3
+
+THE SECRET SAFE
+
+
+During all the years Mr. Winston had lived in Kenalham he had only made
+one friend a Mr. Cyril Sheen. He was thirty years of age and a bachelor.
+He too had no friends in the village but Mr. Winston, so he was
+constantly at "Beach Dale." He was very fond of Helen and had often
+attempted to make love to her, but she was so completely innocent of his
+intentions that he felt quite bashful and dare not begin.
+
+One morning, early in May, Mr. Winston and his daughter were just
+finishing their breakfast when Marshland came in with a letter which she
+handed to her master.
+
+"A letter?" said Mr. Winston opening his eyes, "who can it be from?"
+
+"Business, father I'm sure" replied Helen with a smile.
+
+"I think not" said Mr. Winston wisely and he proceeded to tear open the
+envelope and persue its contents.
+
+As he read the letter his face became first thoughtful, then puzzled and
+then it broke into a smile and lastly Mr. Winston burst into a fit of
+laughter and took a sip of his untasted tea. He then turned to his
+daughter for the first time.
+
+"Do you know who this is from, Helen?" he said.
+
+"No father I don't" answered Helen.
+
+"Perhaps it will need a little explanation" replied Mr. Winston. "You
+have heard me speak of your cousins the Lincarrols haven't you?"
+
+"Oh yes I know" said Helen "they are very rich aren't they?"
+
+"Yes" said Mr. Winston slowly, "very."
+
+"Well father what about them?" said Helen.
+
+"Did I ever mention Gladys to you," enquired Mr. Winston.
+
+"Oh yes" said Helen, "she is the pretty one isn't she?"
+
+"Yes she is quite the "flower of the flock" I belive" replied Mr.
+Winston; "the others are decidedly plain."
+
+"Well what about Gladys?" enquired Helen.
+
+"Well she is going to be married shortly, and so she proposes coming
+here next week for a little while and bring her future husband with her.
+What do you say to that?" asked Mr. Winston.
+
+Helen's pretty face was beaming with novelty and pleasure.
+
+"How lovely father" she gasped; I do hope she will be nice."
+
+"What about a bedroom for her?" said Mr. Winston.
+
+"Oh! there's the little attic in the loft" replied Helen. "I'm sure that
+is good enough."
+
+"What about the furniture for it? at present it is completely bare and
+full of cobwebs," said Mr. Winston.
+
+"I forgot about that," said Helen. "Well she can Have the best bedroom."
+
+"Yes" said Mr. Winston "but where is the young man to go?"
+
+"What young man?" said Helen.
+
+"James Palsey" said Mr. Winston referring to the letter in his hand.
+
+Helen's face fell and her eyes filled with tears. "I'm afraid father"
+she said "we shall have to refuse them, for if the attic has to be used
+I certainly have no money to furnish it with and I know you have not."
+
+"Don't make too sure my lass" said her father, "wait a little."
+
+He got up as he spoke and taking a small key from his pocket went
+towards the left hand corner of the mantlepiece.
+
+"Come closer Helen, come closer," he said keeping his eyes on his
+daughter.
+
+Helen followed her father closely, her eyes with a startled expression
+in them and her lips quivering with emotion. Mr. Winston lifted a
+portion of the red velvit curtain which screaned the fire place, and
+then to Helen said:
+
+"Do you notice anything peculiar about this part of the wall, my
+child."
+
+"No father, except that there is a little hole just in the middle,"
+replied Helen.
+
+"Ah! you notice that?" said Mr. Winston.
+
+"Yes" said Helen under her breath.
+
+"Now watch me" said Mr. Winston.
+
+Helen needed no second bidding; her eyes seemed riveted to the little
+hole.
+
+Mr. Winston placed the key into the hole and turned it twice round.
+Immeadiately a little spring door flew open displaying two well
+constructed shelves of solid oak.
+
+"This is my secret safe," said Mr. Winston, "known to no one but
+myself."
+
+"Father!" cried Helen catching hold of his arm.
+
+"Don't get excited, Helen" said her father. "I am going to disclose all
+the secrets of this safe to you. Do you perceive that the top shelf is
+faced in by a thin wire gauze with a handle to the left hand side?"
+
+"Yes father" replied Helen.
+
+"Well, nobody can get at the contents of that shelf without my knowing
+it."
+
+"Why father?" asked Helen.
+
+"Because there are two ways of opening it. Try to open it yourself and
+then I will explain it to you" said Mr. Winston.
+
+Helen with nervous fingers took hold of the handle and turned it; the
+gauze door flew open and at the same time a bell began to ring loud and
+furiously.
+
+Helen drew back in amazement.
+
+Cant Marshland hear it. "Why doesn't she come up" asked Helen.
+
+"She would not trouble to come up for she knows my secret" said Mr.
+Winston.
+
+"Oh! I see" said Helen.
+
+"Well to proceed" said Mr. Winston. "If Marshland or I heard that bell
+we should know the safe was being robbed and come up at once."
+
+"Of course" said Helen.
+
+"But there is another way of opening the safe known only to me" said Mr.
+Winston closing the gauze door; try any way you like to open that door I
+don't think you will find the right way."
+
+Helen pushed and banged at the door trying every way, but in vain, the
+door would not move.
+
+"Now I will show the right way," said Mr. Winston, as he spoke he placed
+his thumb on a brass nail and the gauze door rose, instead of opening,
+and without any noise displayed the contents of the secret safe.
+
+"How wonderfull" said Helen.
+
+"Would you like to see the contents?" said Mr. Winston.
+
+"Oh! yes father" replied Helen.
+
+Mr. Winston put his hand on the shelf and brought out a leather bag.
+
+"It is full of gold" he said weighing it in his hand, "the savings of a
+life time."
+
+"Oh father" gasped Helen.
+
+Mr. Winston took out 10 gold peices and the rest he left in the bag
+"this will pay for the furnishing of the attic" he said.
+
+"So it will" said Helen brightly.
+
+Mr. Winston put the bag back and took out a little ivory box and
+displayed some magnificent jewilery to his daughter's dazzled eyes,
+"this was all all left to you by your mother's will," he said.
+
+"Really!" said Helen, "I can't belive it."
+
+The jewils consisted of two broachs, one set entirely in diamonds, the
+other a horseshow set in rubies; a gold watch, chain and seals; a nexlet
+of pearls and a gold bracelet fastenned with a ruby heart.
+
+Mr. Winston placed the bracelet on Helen's slender arm; "this" he said
+"was to be given you in your nineteenth year, the other jewils by your
+mother's will will be given to you when you come of age.
+
+"How lovely" cried Helen glancing at the circlet of gold on her wrist.
+
+"I will now lock up the rest of the things" said Mr. Winston "and mind
+Helen, not a word of this is ever to be revealed."
+
+"Never father" said Helen kissing him.
+
+Mr. Winston had barely shut the safe and closed the curtain when the
+door opened and in came Cyril Sheene.
+
+"Good morning Winston" he cried hastily, "I thought I'd just pop in and
+see if Helen would come out with me."
+
+"Why Cyril we didn't expect you half so early" said Helen blushing.
+
+"No I'm sure you didn't replied Cyril, "but you will come out wont you?"
+
+"Oh certainly" said Helen and she ran up to get her hat.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 4
+
+THE PROPOSAL
+
+
+Cyril Sheene, as I have already said was thirty years of age and a
+bachelor.
+
+He was short and fat and had fair sleek hair parted in the middle, mild
+blue eyes and a silly sort of expression all over his face.
+
+In ten minutes Helen came down again in a neatly fitting grey jacket and
+a large straw hat with a few scarlet poppies trailing over the brim. She
+looked very pretty and Cyril's face shone with pleasure as he regarded
+her.
+
+"Wont you come out father?" asked Helen, "I suppose we are going on the
+hills are'nt we Cyril?"
+
+"I thought we might go and sit by the old castle, it is such a glorious
+day" responded Cyril.
+
+"Do come father" said Helen.
+
+"I don't think I can" said Mr. Winston "I must go to the town this
+morning"
+
+"Very well" said Helen; and then while Cyril Sheene was looking for his
+stick, she seized an opportunity to ask her father "shall I tell Cyril
+about Gladys coming?" "Yes" replied Mr. Winston "but mind not a word
+about the safe." "Oh no" answered Helen, and then with a lively little
+jump she ran after Cyril who was already walking down the garden path.
+
+It was a perfect morning, the sun shone brightly, lighting up all the
+scenery around; the birds were singing in the beach trees close by and
+the rippling of the little stream was as sweet music to the ear.
+
+"Do you know Helen, I had an engagement in London today, but I put it
+off to come out with you" said Cyril, as they commenced to climb the
+hill.
+
+"Oh indeed!" replied Helen "that was very kind of you."
+
+"Oh no" answered Cyril "I would far rather be out here than in London."
+
+"I quite agree with you there" said Helen "it would be horrid to be in
+smoky London today."
+
+"Yes" said Cyril "especially without you."
+
+"Oh rubbish" laughed Helen and she stooped down to pick a buttercup.
+
+"Indeed it is not rubbish" replied Cyril "when a man loves, he finds it
+hard to be away from the object of his love."
+
+"Oh does he?" said Helen "but then I am not the object of your love."
+
+"Yes you are Helen," said Cyril, making an attempt to squeaze her hand.
+
+"My dear boy" said Helen, "I do wish you would not talk such nonsense."
+
+"Excuse me" answered Cyril, getting rather red "I am a man."
+
+"Are you really?" said Helen carelessly.
+
+"Now look here Helen, don't be aggrivating" said the lover "you know
+quite well I love you and why I have come up here."
+
+They had reached the castle now and sat down by the ruined walls.
+
+"Why have I come up here?" asked Cyril again.
+
+"I suppose because it is more breezy than the town" replied Helen.
+
+"Don't be silly Helen" said Cyril pulling up a tuft of grass.
+
+"I am not the least silly" said Helen smiling beneath her handkerchief.
+
+"No of course you're not darling" cried Cyril putting his arm round her
+waist.
+
+"You mustn't call me "darling" Cyril" replied the girl shyly.
+
+"Yes I must" said Cyril getting a little closer.
+
+"Oh well for once in a way perhaps it does'nt matter" said Helen.
+
+"Well the long and the short of it is Helen" said Cyril "I want to marry
+you?
+
+"Really" said Helen "you've been long enough getting to the point."
+
+"Have I?" said Cyril shyly "well now that I have come to it, do you love
+me enough to marry me?"
+
+"Ye-es" replied Helen slowly.
+
+"You seem rather doubtful" said Cyril.
+
+"It's best to be so at first" replied Helen.
+
+"Not in my case surely" answered Cyril, "oh Helen do say yes and make me
+a happy man."
+
+"Yes" murmered Helen softly.
+
+"Oh you angel" gasped Cyril "do you really mean it?"
+
+"Of course I do" said Helen, "and I _do_ love you Cyril."
+
+"Thank you so much" said Cyril "well now let's hurry home and ask your
+father I'm in such a terrific hurry."
+
+"Don't be absurd" said Helen "I want to stay in the sunshine."
+
+"Anything to please you dear" said Cyril re-seating himself on the
+grass.
+
+"Cyril, I think you'll make a model husband" said Helen.
+
+"I'm sure I will" laughed Cyril and with that they got up to walk home.
+
+At the bottom of the hill they spied Mr. Winston. He looked up as he
+saw them coming and waved his hand furiously.
+
+When they met Mr. Winston he turned directly to Helen, "what do you
+think Helen, I've furnished the attic all by myself, the only thing
+Marshland did was to scrub the floor and nail up the curtains."
+
+"How nice" said Helen "but father I've something far more important to
+tell you."
+
+"Dont say it my child" said the old man "your faces tell me what it is
+and I give my consent on the spot."
+
+And he plunged his stick into the ground to mark the vehemance of his
+words.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 5
+
+GLADYS LINCARROL
+
+
+The week that followed that day was a happy one indeed. Helen and Cyril
+were more together than ever and then too each day brought it nearer to
+when Gladys was to come.
+
+At last Monday morning came, and Helen was so excited she could hardly
+eat her dinner, and Mr. Winston got quite cross when she refused some
+beautiful cherry pie.
+
+"Do hurry up father" exclaimed Helen at last, "I want to have the room
+nice and tidy for Gladys and Mr. Palsey."
+
+"My dear I wont starve for any amount of grand ladies" replied Mr.
+Winston heartily.
+
+Helen smiled languidly and began to arrange the flower stand by the
+window.
+
+At 4 o'clock precisely a dainty little dog cart drew up at Beach Dale.
+Helen, peeping from behind the drawing room curtains, saw, first a tall
+man dressed in a blue suit and black hat and gloves, jump down from the
+cart and hold out his hand to a young lady who tripped lightly down and
+tossed a silver coin to the coachman.
+
+The next moment the drawing room door was flung open and Marshland's
+clear voice was heard announcing, "Miss Lincarrol--Mr. Palsey."
+
+"Oh dear Gladys, I am so delighted to see you" cried Helen in her
+sweetest tones.
+
+"And I am equally glad to meet you" cried Gladys, "and allow me to
+introduce my future husband James Palsey."
+
+"How do you do" said Mr. Palsey gravely as he held out his well gloved
+hand.
+
+At that minute Mr. Winston entered the room dressed in his best things.
+
+"Well Gladys my dear and how are you he cried cheerfully "what a big
+person you are to be sure, quite half a head taller than Helen I
+declare."
+
+Gladys laughed affectedly and held out her small hand; she then
+introduced Mr. Palsey, who, during all this merriment had stood as grave
+as a judge.
+
+"Do come and have some food pleaded Helen pointing to the dainty little
+equipage already set out on a bamboo table by the open window.
+
+"Oh thank you" said Gladys and she began to take off her gloves and turn
+up her veil preparatory to eating.
+
+"Wont you take a seat Mr. Palsey?" asked Helen as she poured out the
+tea.
+
+"Thanks" replied the gentleman and he sat down on the edge of a whicker
+chair. Here will be a good opportunity to describe Gladys Lincarrol and
+her young man.
+
+Mr. Palsey was a tall broad shouldered man about 37, with a solemn face
+and large hands. His black hair was curly and plentiful and his small
+green eyes twinkled queerly if he was at all pleased. He was attired in
+blue, as I said before and in addition to this he wore patent leather
+boots and a crimson tie.
+
+Gladys was also tall, but very slim. She had golden hair with a reddish
+tinge and blue eyes. She was very pale and her mouth had a peculiar
+twitch of conciet. She wore a lovely pink muslin dress and kid gloves to
+match. A large white hat adorned her pretty head, and she wore a bunch
+of violets at her neck.
+
+Tea over, Helen proposed a stroll around the village.
+
+"Oh yes, that will be very nice, dont you think so Jim?" asked Gladys.
+
+"Yes I do, thanks" replied Mr. Palsey.
+
+So the trio linked arms and walked slowly down the garden path, and Mr.
+Winston settled himself comfortably once more and prepared to read the
+"Star."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 6
+
+A DISSOPOINTING LETTER
+
+
+He had barely got through the first paragraph when Marshland entered
+with a letter.
+
+"For you sir" she said placing it on her master's lap.
+
+"Thanks" said Mr. Winston opening the envelope as he spoke.
+
+The letter ran thus:
+
+
+                                          H. M. Prison,
+                                               Warwick.
+
+            DEAR SIR,
+
+          You are requested to come up here by the first
+          train tomorrow morning to hang Mr. Smith, who has
+          lately murdered his wife and three children. It is
+          a serious case, and I am sure you will sympathize.
+
+                           Belive me dear sir
+                                Yours etc
+                         C. L. PORTER (head warder of the
+                                              county prison).
+
+          To. J. Winston Esq: Beach Dale, Kenalham Hants.
+
+Mr. Winston sighed as he closed the letter.
+
+"Oh dear oh dear" he cried, "here I have to leave my happy home, just
+when Gladys and James have arrived, Marshland" he added.
+
+"Yes sir" said the servant coming forward.
+
+"I shall have to leave home early tomorrow" said Mr. Winston "how will
+you get on with out me?"
+
+"Oh sir, I think we shall get on all right" responded Marshland "I'll
+keep an eye on the young ladies and Mr. Palsey will cheer them up I
+know."
+
+"I dont know that" said Mr. Winston "he seems a very dull gentleman."
+
+"Do he really sir" said Marshland "well I'm sure I'm very sad."
+
+"But do you think you can mannage without me? I shall not be away more
+than three days" asked Mr. Winston.
+
+"Oh yes sir, dont you fret" replied Marshland and now is there anything
+I can do for you?"
+
+"No nothing thank you" said Mr. Winston "but when the young ladies and
+Mr. Palsey come in, send Miss Helen to me."
+
+"Yes sir" said Marshland quitting the room.
+
+Barely had the door closed on Marshlands comely figure, when it opened
+again and Cyril Sheene came bounding in.
+
+"Hullo Winston" he cried "I heard you had some friends down, so I
+thought I'd just drop in and be introduced."
+
+"They're all out at present" said Mr. Winston with a vain attempt at a
+smile, "sit down wont you they'll be in soon."
+
+Cyril flung himself down in an arm chair and then glanced at Mr.
+Winston.
+
+"Why Winston old fellow" he cried, you dont look yourself, is anything
+up?"
+
+"Oh nothing said Mr. Winston tapping the table nervously."
+
+"Now look here" said Cyril "you cant get round me like that, I know
+something is wrong, you might as well tell me."
+
+"Very well Cyril I'll tell you" said Mr. Winston and he handed the
+letter to Cyril, who read it carefully through. As he did so a marked
+change came over his face, a change from a pleasant faced young man to
+that of a stern, cold, yet pleased person.
+
+"So you're off tomorrow?" remarked he as he folded the paper.
+
+"Yes I suppose so" said Mr. Winston.
+
+"How you must feel leaving the girls all alone" said Cyril.
+
+"I do" said Mr. Winston, "but I know Marshland will take good care of
+them and you'll look in wont you?"
+
+"Well I was about to suggest going up with you" said Cyril "I know a few
+friends in Warwick and you'd be all the better for a companion."
+
+"It is kind of you Cyril" said Mr. Winston "but I'd rather you stopped
+to take care of Helen."
+
+"Oh Helen will be all right with Marshland and Mr. Palsey in the house"
+said Cyril "I think you need me more."
+
+"I suppose I do" replied Mr. Winston "but my poor little Helen."
+
+"Well I'll stay if you like, but you wont be away more than three days
+and what Helen wants with me hanging about I dont know." said Cyril.
+
+"Well I'll take your advice and accept you as a companion, and thanks a
+thousand times Cyril" replied Mr. Winston.
+
+At that moment the door opened and Helen came running in.
+
+"Well father dear" she said, "I was told you wanted me, so I just came
+down while Gladys changes her dress."
+
+"Yes dear" said Mr. Winston I am afraid I have some rather bad news for
+you."
+
+"Oh dear father what is it?" exclaimed Helen kneeling down by the chair.
+
+"I must go to Warwick early to-morrow dear on a hanging matter" replied
+Mr. Winston "I shall be back in three days."
+
+"Oh father" cried Helen "just when Gladys and Mr. Palsey have come down
+Oh I am sorry" and her pretty eyes filled with tears.
+
+"Yes dear I am sorry too" remarked Mr. Winston slowly, "but you'll be
+all right wont you?"
+
+"Oh yes father" said Helen "I was not thinking of myself, but it always
+knocks you up so, and just when we're all so happy."
+
+"Well Cyril has offered to go with me and keep me company" said Mr.
+Winston "you wont miss him much will you?"
+
+"Oh Cyril I am glad" exclaimed Helen. "I feel far easier now, you'll
+take such care of father I know."
+
+"Yes Helen I will" said Cyril folding Helen in his arms and kissing her
+forehead.
+
+"Thank you Cyril" said Helen returning her lover's kiss.
+
+Soon after Gladys and Mr. Palsey came in, and a merry farewell evening
+was spent, Cyril at the head of the fun.
+
+Next morning Helen was up early toasting some bread for her father's
+breakfast; she made the table and room as cosy as she could and then
+waited her fathers coming down.
+
+He came at last looking worn and pale but he enjoyed his meal and
+cheered up a little as he ate it.
+
+"Now dear, is your portmanteau ready?" enquired Helen trying hard to
+keep back her tears.
+
+"Yes dear quite" returned the father "and Cyril will meet me at the
+station you know."
+
+"Yes he told me so" replied Helen.
+
+"Well goodbye darling, keep a good heart and I'll be back on Thursday at
+the latest" said Mr. Winston.
+
+"Goodbye dear father" rejoined the girl "I'll try and be cheerful but it
+is hard you know."
+
+"I know it dear" said Mr. Winston and then turning to Marshland he added
+"goodbye Marshland, take good care of the young ladies and keep an eye
+on Mr. Palsey."
+
+"I will sir" returned Marshland and then she and Helen stood at the door
+the latter waving her handkerchief to the dear father who was never more
+to enter his happy home in Kenalham.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 7
+
+THE ALARM
+
+
+Helen Winston found it very hard to be merry without her father, but she
+did her best and Gladys took her little attentions very kindly.
+
+"What do you propose doing now? she asked when breakfast was cleared
+away.
+
+"I must attend to the housekeeping first and then I thought a walk on
+the hills would be nice" answered Helen.
+
+"Very good" said Gladys "we can go and visit the old castle you talk so
+much about."
+
+"Yes" said Helen, and she tripped down stairs, more for the pleasure of
+a comforting talk with Marshland than to order the dinner.
+
+In an hour's time they were all ready and started on their breezy walk.
+
+"How lovely it is up here," remarked Gladys.
+
+"Yes is'nt it beautiful" replied Helen thinking of the last time she was
+up there."
+
+The little promenade quite cheered Helen up, and she and Gladys did some
+shopping in the afternoon while Mr. Falsey stayed at home to smoke his
+pipe.
+
+The next day passed pretty much the same as the first and by Thursday
+morning Helen was all smiles again, knowing that by tea-time her dear
+father would be home again.
+
+In the afternoon she went out and bought a tea cake for tea. She had tea
+laid out on the best bamboo table with the blue and gold tea cups and
+she also put fresh flowers in all the vases and all together the little
+drawing room had a truly home-like aspect.
+
+At 4 o'clock a ring was heard at the front door.
+
+"How funny of father to ring" cried Helen "I thought he would be sure to
+come in and supprise me."
+
+"Perhaps he thought it would supprise you more if he rung," replied
+Gladys.
+
+"Ah perhaps so" responded Helen giving a last touch to the pink
+rose-buds which drooped prettily over the china vases.
+
+At that moment Marshland entered the room with a frightened look on her
+face.
+
+Coming up she handed a telegram to Helen "its given me such a turn miss"
+she explained "them telegrams always seem to carry bad news."
+
+Helens face grew pale and she hastily opened the envelope.
+
+The moment her eyes rested on the words, she uttered a cry of anguish
+and flung the telegram away from her. "Oh I know its father" she cried.
+
+"Hush hush miss" said Marshland soothingly and picking up the telegram
+she too read the fatel words. The telegram ran as follows:
+
+          Come at once, a terrible thing has happened.
+                                              SHEENE.
+
+Marshland's honest face grew ashy as she read the words, but she tried
+to control her feelings for Helens sake.
+
+"Well miss it is a terrible thing" she said "but we can but hope for the
+best, what train will you go by miss."
+
+"Oh I dont know, dont ask me," cried poor Helen.
+
+"Dont cry so Helen dear" said Gladys "after all it may not be as bad as
+Mr. Sheene thinks."
+
+"Wont you allow me to come to Warwick with you Miss Winston?" asked Mr.
+Palsey kindly.
+
+"You're very kind" sobbed Helen, "but Gladys wont like it."
+
+"Dont think of me for one instant" said Gladys, patting Helen's head "of
+course you'll go with her James and Marshland and I will keep house till
+you come back."
+
+"I had better go tonight" said Helen getting up from the sofa and
+glancing at the pretty little tea table, which five minutes ago she had
+arranged with such love and care.
+
+"Yes miss, the telegram says at once" replied Marshland, "I wonder when
+the next train is."
+
+"I can tell you" cried Mr. Palsey producing a time table from his pocket
+and running his finger down the column.
+
+"Poor Helen" said Gladys kissing her fondly.
+
+"Seven fifteen is the next" said Mr. Palsey, "that'll give you nice time
+to get ready," and it gets to Warwick at 11-30.
+
+"That will do" replied Helen "will you put my things together for me, I
+feel so faint."
+
+"Yes dearie" replied Marshland. Now Helen dear you rest on the sofa and
+I'll bring you some tea" said Gladys. Helen flung herself down, quite
+worn out.
+
+Gladys gave her a cup of strong tea and bathed her hot head with eau de
+cologne.
+
+"I'll go and order the dog-cart, to drive us to the station" said Mr.
+Palsey.
+
+"Yes be quick James, you must not be late" replied Gladys.
+
+For in an hour's time all was ready. Helen, with a white shawl over her
+face was standing at the door while Mr. Palsey put the bags into the dog
+cart.
+
+"Goodbye Helen dear" cried Gladys "keep up a good heart and James will
+take every care of you."
+
+"Goodbye Gladys" said Helen "and thanks so much for sparing him to me."
+
+"Goodbye Miss Helen my love" cried poor old Marshland wiping her eyes on
+her apron, "write as soon as you can and let me know how the master is."
+
+"Yes of course I will" cried Helen, jumping into the dog cart, "goodbye
+all, goodbye and in an other minute the dog cart was out of sight, and
+Marshland returned to her work, and Gladys to the deserted drawing
+room.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 8
+
+BAD NEWS
+
+
+The journey on which Helen and Mr. Palsey had set out was a very long
+one indeed and May though it was the night was very chilly.
+
+Helen shivered as she got into the train and drew her shawl round her.
+Mr. Palsey had taken first class tickets, and so soothing was the motion
+of the train and so comfortable the seat in which she found herself that
+Helen soon dropped asleep.
+
+"Now I can think over things a bit," said Mr. Palsey taking some papers
+from a black bag by his side, "jolly nice of Gladys to suggest me coming
+up here, though she didn't know why I wanted to come poor girl; odd that
+I didn't hear from Sheene today, I quite expected a line or a telegram
+to say how matters stand. It may here be mentioned that Mr. Palsey and
+Cyril Sheene were by no means new acquaintances and had met many times
+in London and even once or twice before in Kenalham.
+
+"Odd how Cyril found out about that secret shelf mused Mr. Palsey "a
+whole bag of gold he said, how Winston saved it I dont know, ah he was a
+rich man with all his poor living and scanty furniture. I think there
+were some jewils in the safe too but of course it is the money, the gold
+I'm putting myself to this for and with a cold laugh, he drew out some
+closely written papers and read them eagerly, putting pencil marks by
+certain paragraphs in the document.
+
+The train flew on nearing Warwick rapidly.
+
+At last Helen awoke with a start and found Mr. Palsey taking forty winks
+opposite her.
+
+She rubbed her eyes and looked out of the window, "how dark it is" she
+thought and its raining too, how horrible and she nestled under her
+fluffy shawl. Presently the train stopped with a jerk and Mr. Palsey
+woke up.
+
+"This is Warwick" he said picking up his bag "train's late and it is
+twenty to twelve.
+
+"How late" quoth Helen and with a sigh she followed Mr. Palsey on to the
+crowded platform.
+
+It was a dreary sight which met the weary girl's eyes. The rain was
+pouring heavily and the whole station looked wet and miserable. The gas
+lights flickered in the wind making hideous shadows on the walls. The
+porters, cold and cross looking, poor things, were bustling about,
+crying the name of the station at the tops of their voices, and a thin
+shaggy dog, evidently lost, was howling pitiably, tending by no means to
+cheer poor Helen's quaking heart.
+
+"I thought Cyril would be sure to meet you" said Mr. Palsey suddenly
+"you go into the waiting room and warm yourself and I'll walk up the
+road a bit and see if I see him, for I dont know what house to go to do
+you?"
+
+"No" said Helen, "oh Mr. Palsey I'm so unhappy and with a faint cry she
+turned away and buried her face in her shawl.
+
+"Poor thing" thought Mr. Palsey "she cant guess the worst yet," out loud
+he added "hush Miss Winston, you are over fatigued, that is all, would
+you like a cup of coffee? the refreshment room is not yet closed."
+
+"I could'nt drink or eat" replied Helen sadly "I'll go and sit by the
+fire while you look for Cyril.
+
+"Very well" said Mr. Palsey, and he turned round and went off in an
+opposite direction.
+
+Helen entered the waiting room and sat by the fire her tired eyes
+covered with her hands. Presently she raised her white face and glanced
+at the clock. Two old ladies sitting near, noticed her pale frightened
+face.
+
+"Have you come a long journey" asked one "you look very tired."
+
+"I am very tired, and miserable too" broke forth Helen in the fullness
+of her heart "oh why am I dragged up here in this cruel fashion, oh what
+has happened to father?" she burst into heart broken sobbing.
+
+The old ladies looked very much alarmed and after bidding Helen a kind
+good night, gathered up their wraps and departed.
+
+The time sped on and still nether Cyril nor Mr. Palsey arrived.
+
+Helen grew terrified and was on the point of going out on to the
+platform when the door opened and the two men appeared.
+
+Mr. Palsey looked much the same, Cyril was clad in a heavy ulster and
+his face was white and scared.
+
+Cyril was speaking as the two entered and Helen caught the last words,
+"just as we could have wished" he was saying. "Oh Cyril Cyril" cried
+Helen and she flung herself into his arms.
+
+"My darling" gasped Cyril and a queer gurgle sounded in his throat.
+"What is it Cyril, what has happened?" cried Helen, clutching hold of
+his coat.
+
+"Hush darling" said Cyril, "come outside.
+
+Helen was quite overcome by now and she allowed herself to be led out by
+Cyril and Mr. Palsey.
+
+"Shall you tell her tonight" whispered Mr. Palsey.
+
+"It is better to get it over" replied Cyril, "Helen dear, be prepared
+for bad news."
+
+"Yes yes anything" gasped Helen nervously "father is ill I know very
+ill, oh Cyril tell me quickly."
+
+"Worse than that" said Cyril and he clasped her tightly to him.
+
+"Not dying moaned Helen, "oh Cyril not dying.
+
+Cyril said nothing, but Mr. Palsey whispered "out with it Sheene, she
+must know soon."
+
+"He is dead" cried Helen wildly, "say the words Cyril say them."
+
+Cyril bowed his head "yes" he murmured "dead--murd----
+
+"Hush" whispered Mr. Palsey striking him on the arm, "you idiot, keep
+quiet."
+
+With a shriek, Helen tore herself from Cyril's grasp and ran like the
+wind, she herself knew not wither; at the station gate her strength
+failed her, she turned, she tottered, she tried to scream and fell
+insensible at the feet of the villians.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 9
+
+HELEN'S ACCTIDENT
+
+
+Cyril and Mr. Palsey lost no time in conveying Helen to a cab which was
+waiting outside. They placed her on one of the seats and bade the cabman
+drive directly to number 2 Medina Road, where Cyril was lodging.
+
+"How will you manage about the money Cyril?" presently asked Mr. Palsey.
+
+"Dont speak to me of money?" cried Cyril bitterly, "oh Helen Helen" and
+he bent over his unconcious sweetheart.
+
+"Pon me word Cyril" cried Mr. Palsey "you're a born idiot, the girl will
+soon recover, you'll marry her and we'll go halfs with the money, its
+simply ridiculous the way you mople and mumble over her, let her alone
+I say and tell me how the murd--the bussiness went off."
+
+"I've told you twice it was very successful" replied Cyril impatiantly.
+
+"You're trying to hide something I can see" cried Mr. Palsey
+passionately, "you'd best tell me, or not a farthing of the money shall
+be yours."
+
+"I dont see that" said Cyril cooly, "you dont even know where the safe
+is." Mr. Palsey bit his lips in suppressed anger. Cyril's words were
+stiningly true and made him boil with passion. "Here we are" said Cyril,
+as the cab stopped at a dimly lighted street corner.
+
+"Hi cabman, get down and open the door" screamed Mr. Palsey.
+
+The man shuffled down from the box and opened the door.
+
+"Any luggage" he asked roughly.
+
+"No" replied Mr. Palsey "there is a young lady fainted and we are going
+to carry her in to this house."
+
+"Right" responded the man and he stood aside while Cyril and Mr. Palsey
+came gingerly out carrying Helen between them.
+
+As they were ascending the steps a rough looking man in a torn red
+shirt and battered hat came up and addressed himself to Cyril.
+
+"Hi sir" he cried out "what about that L10 you promised; I'm a poor
+starving man and I cant wait much longer.
+
+"Bother" muttered Cyril "here man will a shilling suffice for this
+evening, I'll pay the rest tomorrow."
+
+"All right" grumbled the man, "unless you pay up tomorrow it'll be the
+last job I do for you," and with an oath the man departed.
+
+Cyril lead the way into a dimly lighted parlour and with Mr. Palseys
+help Helen was soon arranged on the sofa.
+
+Some supper consisting of cold mutton, vegitables and a jug of ale was
+laid out on a round table in the centre of the room, and small parrifin
+lamp burnt on the mantleshelf. Going over to this last object Cyril
+screwed it up, so that its glare fell, full on Helen's face.
+
+"Why she's hurt herself terribly" cried Cyril in alarm, pointing to a
+wound in her forehead from which blood had been streaming down her face.
+
+"Is your landlady up?" enquired Mr. Palsey seriously.
+
+"I should rather doubt it, why?" asked Cyril.
+
+"Because Miss Winston should be taken to her bedroom at once, I'm afraid
+it is a bad cut" replied Mr. Palsey.
+
+"I'll ring" responded Cyril and he acted accordingly.
+
+In ten minutes or so an oldish woman entered holding a candle and her
+garments had evidently been flung on in a hurry.
+
+"What now sir?" she asked.
+
+"Sorry for disturbing you Mrs. Pollard but this young lady of mine has
+had a terrible fall and must be taken to her bedroom at once, we thought
+it was only a faint said Cyril.
+
+"Lardy dardy" exclaimed Mrs. Pollard "poor young lady, I'll see to her
+at once sir."
+
+She left the room and soon returned with an other servant and the two
+carried Helen to her bedroom where they bathed her face with cold water
+and put her to bed as carefully as possible.
+
+"You'd best go for the doctor Mary" said Mrs. Pollard "say nothing to
+the young gentleman and be as quick as you can.
+
+Meanwhile Cyril and Mr. Palsey sat down to their supper.
+
+"Poor Helen" cried Cyril at last.
+
+"Oh stop that tune do" cried Mr. Palsey "tell us what happened."
+
+"It was all done as pre-arranged. I waited till the man was hanged and
+the yard emptied of people and while Mr. Winston was putting away the
+scaffold the blow was struck" said Cyril.
+
+"By you?"
+
+"No"
+
+"Who then?"
+
+"Oh that lout you saw at the door just now, he decided to do the job for
+L10, I had hard work to make him do it just at first" replied Cyril.
+
+"Indeed" said Mr. Palsey "what was his name?"
+
+"Jack Jenkins" replied Cyril a terrific beggar and drunkard too I
+belive."
+
+"Oh" laughed Mr. Palsey "and what plan did you adopt about the gun?"
+
+"I did'nt do that" responded Cyril "when Jenkins had done his part of
+the bussiness, I got a knife, steeped it in red ink and laid it by Mr.
+Winston's side, as he was prostrated on the ground."
+
+"And that will lead the police to belive it was suicide you think?"
+asked Mr. Palsey.
+
+"I think so" replied Cyril with a groan "at last that seemed to be the
+general opinion when the poor fellow was taken to the mortuary."
+
+"Why do you say "poor fellow?" asked Mr. Palsey.
+
+"Because I do think he is a poor fellow and I'm sorry I ever did the
+thing" cried Cyril and he brought his fist down on the table with such
+force that the jug of beer toppled over and fell on the floor.
+
+At that moment the door opened and Mrs. Pollard poked her head in "if
+you please sir" she said "we've thought fit to send for Dr. Poppet, and
+he's waiting in the hall."
+
+"Very well" said Cyril with dignity "show him upstairs and when he has
+seen Miss Winston let him come and have a word with me."
+
+"Miss Winston" cried Mrs. Pollard "why sir is she any relation to the
+poor hangman as was killed after the affair."
+
+"Yes woman" cried Cyril hotly "she is his daughter, now go for pity's
+sake"
+
+Mrs. Pollard hastily withdrew and commanded Dr. Poppet to follow her.
+
+"Its a serious case sir" she said cheerily opening Helen's door "step
+this way please."
+
+Dr. Poppet stepped that way and went over to Helens bed, where Mary the
+under servant was putting ointment on the wound.
+
+"Hem" grunted the doctor seriously "not as bad as I feared, but very
+dangerous for all that, she must be kept very quiet Mrs. Pollard and
+must only take liquid food, she will probably awake by 5 or 6 o'clock
+and you may give her a little milk, "I'll call again tomorrow on my
+rounds, keep her head cool or fever of some kind may set in and effect
+the brain."
+
+"Your instructions shall be carried out to the letter" said Mrs. Pollard
+and with that she led him down to talk with Cyril Sheene.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 10
+
+IN THE COURT OF JUSTICE
+
+
+The next morning Helen was sadly feverish, though quite sensible.
+
+From the time she woke up 11-30 a.m. she never opened her lips.
+
+She was very feverish and her brain very much upset.
+
+Mr. Palsey decided not to tell Helen the fearful news till she was
+better and indeed it was a wise thing to do. Helen smiled and looked
+pleased when Cyril went to see her, but turned away in disgust when Mr.
+Palsey went near her.
+
+"Helen dear" said Cyril "I am going out now, is there anything you would
+like me to buy for you?"
+
+"No nothing" replied Helen "let me be alone, I want no one near me."
+
+Cyril sighed, took up his hat and departed.
+
+Entering the sitting room he found Mr. Palsey busy writing.
+
+"James" said Cyril "I must go out now, will you come."
+
+"No I cant" replied Mr. Palsey "I am very busy."
+
+Cyril again gave a sigh of relief, and opening the front door went out.
+
+The storm of the night before had quite subsided and the sun was shining
+brightly.
+
+To tell the truth, Cyril was very glad to hear that Mr. Palsey could not
+go out, for he himself was going to the court of Justice to appear as
+witness concerning the death of Mr. Winston, which some of the
+detectives suspected to be murder and some suicide.
+
+The court was densely crowded and in consequence very hot and stuffy.
+
+Cyril forced his way through the crowd and seated himself in the witness
+box, where sat two other men, Mr. Porter the head warder of the prison
+and Dr. Slyn, both of whom had held conversation with Mr. Winston, an
+hour or so before his death.
+
+"Not many witnesses for so serious a case" cried the judge in loud tones
+as he eyed the three desolate looking men.
+
+Cyril was the first witness as he knew more of the deceased than either
+of the other two. He had to relate all he knew of Mr. Winston's past
+life and in conclusion the judge asked him if he thought Mr. Winston
+looked like commiting suicide when he went to hang Mr. Smith.
+
+Cyril replied that Mr. Winston looked rather morbid on the day of the
+execution and otherwise no other change was visible.
+
+The judge coughed, "summon the detectives" he cried.
+
+The detectives (three in number) advanced.
+
+"Now Mr. Slag" said the judge, addressing the leader of the three men,
+"what is your opinion of this terrible case, murder or suicide?"
+
+Cyril waited open mouthed for the reply, his whole life depended on Mr.
+Slag's reply.
+
+Mr. Slag evidently did not like giving his opinion in public and he
+hesitated before speaking.
+
+"I say it was murder" cried one of the other detectives.
+
+Cyril could have screamed with vexation.
+
+"Are you aware Mr. Tix that your opinion was not asked" enquired the
+judge dryly "Mr. Slag if you please" he added authoritivly.
+
+"I say suicide most decidedly replied Mr. Slag "I am a trained detective
+my lord and am not likely to make a mistake, Mr. Rennet is also of my
+opinion."
+
+"Very well" said the judge writing in his note book.
+
+"I am convinced it is suicide and so is the jury and you may go Mr.
+Slag, the case is with drawn where are Mr. Winston's relations who will
+bury the deceased?"
+
+A stir in the witness box and Cyril came forward "I will undertake to
+pay for the burial" he said.
+
+"You?" cried the astonished judge "who are you pray?"
+
+"My name is Cyril Sheene" replied Cyril getting very red "and I am the
+greatest friend poor Mr. Winston had, besides his daughter who I know is
+penniless.
+
+"Very well" said the judge "you are a good benevolent man.
+
+Little did the simple minded judge know, that the innocent looking
+person he addressed in such kind tones was the real murderer of Mr.
+Winston.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 12
+
+HELEN'S RESOLVE
+
+
+Cyril Sheene returned home to his lodgings quite satisfied with the
+conclusion the case had come to. Entering the sitting room, he found Mr.
+Palsey still busy writing, though the dinner was ready and fast getting
+cold.
+
+"Still busy?" cried Cyril, pulling off his gloves and sitting down to a
+tempting looking dinner of juicy well cooked mutton chops, arranged
+against a mountain of frothy mashed potatoes.
+
+"Yes I'm terrificly busy" responded Mr. Palsey tearing up a large sheet
+of foolscap as he spoke.
+
+"Well lets have dinner now" responded Cyril sitting down as he spoke.
+
+"Oh all right" replied Mr. Palsey, who was not the least hungry, "where
+have you been all the morning?"
+
+"In court" responded Cyril absently gazing at the mutton chops.
+
+"In court man!" cried Mr. Palsey "what do you mean?"
+
+"I mean what I say" replied Cyril. "I was in court, acting witness in
+Mr. Winston's case."
+
+"Really?" gasped Mr. Palsey "what is the result?"
+
+"The case is withdrawn" replied Cyril feverishly, "they are convinced it
+is suicide."
+
+"Thank goodness" ejaculated Mr. Palsey "then we are well out of the
+mess."
+
+"Yes" answered Cyril and then vouchsafing no more the two men sat down
+to their dinner.
+
+Half way through ***y were interupted by Mrs. Pollard, who came in in a
+great fluster.
+
+"Please sir" she said in a hurry "Miss Winston seems so queer, she has
+got up and dressed herself and wishes to see you at once."
+
+"My stars" screamed Cyril, forgetting in his excitement what a gentleman
+he was and with that he rushed upstairs to Helen's bedroom.
+
+He found Helen standing by the bed, her hands beating wildly against her
+heart and a hectic spot burning on her cheek.
+
+She was completely dressed even to her grey travelling cloak which hung
+limply on her shoulders.
+
+"Cyril," she cried wildly, "I am going home, I can bare this
+imprisonment no longer."
+
+"Helen, my darling cried Cyril astounded by her words.
+
+"Yes it is true" cried Helen again. "I shall go home now now--this
+instant why am I kept in ignorance of my father's death? I know who
+murdered him in spite of secrecy," she screamed," it was Mr. Palsey,
+that false villain below," "Helen cried Cyril," "how could it be Mr.
+Palsey, why I should know it if it was he, dont be absurd dear, get into
+bed again do you know you are very ill, and to go out would be madness."
+
+"I dont care" screamed Helen, her eyes dilating and her cheeks burning.
+
+"I shall go home, I tell you it was Mr. Palsey who murdered my father
+if you dont know it Cyril, I do so there,"
+
+"Helen" said Cyril firmly "be calm and I will tell you about your poor
+father's death."
+
+"Tell me" cried Helen and she sank exhausted into a chair.
+
+"I fear" began Cyril "I greatly fear that your poor dear father
+commited--had reasons for depriving himself of life."
+
+"What!" cried Helen, starting to her feet, "you Cyril Sheene dare to
+insult me to my face, will you too turn, false, oh how dare you say my
+father commited suicide."
+
+"I dare Helen because I know it" replied Cyril.
+
+"You dont know it" screached Helen, "oh Cyril," and the poor un nerved
+girl sank sobbing on the bed.
+
+"Hush Helen," cried Cyril stroking her ruffled hair, "we wont talk about
+it any more, but indeed you can not go home today, it is impossible."
+
+"I must I must" moaned Helen "oh Cyril let me go, I want to see
+Marshland."
+
+"Helen, you cant go" replied Cyril "why do you want Marshland?"
+
+"Because she is my only true friend" cried Helen.
+
+"Helen am I not a true friend" asked Cyril reproachfully.
+
+"Yes Cyril you are" said Helen, "but do let me go."
+
+Cyril remembering the doctors directions that Helen was to have
+everything she wanted, replied "very well Helen, you may go to-morrow,
+and now get back to bed and rest."
+
+"No, no" said Helen "I must go tonight."
+
+"But your father is to be burried today," replied Cyril.
+
+"Never mind" cried Helen shaking her aching head, "It would break my
+heart to attend the funeral, I must go tonight."
+
+"Very well" said Cyril "I will go with you, by the 8-40 train, but now
+do rest darling."
+
+"Thank you, thank you Cyril" replied Helen gratefully and closing her
+eyes she fell into a heavy sleap."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 13
+
+THE DISGUISE
+
+
+Cyril was greatly troubled about Helen's strange conduct; he knew it was
+not good for her to travel in her present condition, and then again it
+would do her just as much harm not to go as she desired it so much.
+
+He went down to the sitting room and related all the story to Mr. Palsey
+and waited eagerly for a reply.
+
+"Why man alive!" shrieked Mr. Palsey "this is greatest piece of luck we
+could possibly hope for."
+
+"Luck?" cried Cyril "what do you mean?"
+
+"Why dont you see?" said Mr. Palsey "it is impossible for Helen to
+travel alone, and therefore you and I must accompany her, and of course
+it will be the very chance of chances to rob the safe."
+
+"But you cant go with her" replied Cyril "though of course I must."
+
+"Why cant I go if you please?"
+
+"For the simple reason that Helen suspects you to be guilty of murdering
+her father," replied Cyril, trying to appear unconcerned.
+
+"What?" shrieked Mr. Palsey thumping his knees vigerously, 'dont be an
+idiot, how can she suspect me?"
+
+"Well she does" answered Cyril "but you may be quite easy, for she will
+not speak of it."
+
+She'd better not" cried Mr. Palsey biting his moustache.
+
+"But you see James, it is quite impossible for you to travel with us, so
+you had better wait and come by a later train, there is one at 9-12 I
+know" replied Cyril.
+
+"No that wont do," said Mr. Palsey "it would upset my plans, besides
+making it too late to rob the safe with ease."
+
+"What will you do then?" asked Cyril. "I will disguise myself" returned
+Mr. Palsey "I have a heavy green ulster upstairs, which I know Miss
+Winston has not seen and grey slouch hat; and a false beard which I used
+when acting a play some time ago and if I put a little walnut juice upon
+my countenance I think I shall be sufficiently at least to deceive Miss
+Winston."
+
+"Capital" exclaimed Cyril, "put on the things now and see how you look."
+
+Mr. Palsey rummaged in his portmanteau and produced the required
+articles. The beard was a trifle crumpled, but Cyril who was neat handed
+quickly combed it out and made it look as good as new.
+
+Mr. Palsey then put on the ulster and big felt hat and attached the
+beard to his chin by a bit of elastic. Cyril then applied to his face,
+and in a minute he was disguised into a fearce foreign looking man.
+
+"Its a splended get up" said Cyril, eyeing the villain admiringly.
+
+"I wont take it off" said Mr. Palsey opening his purse and taking out
+ten shillings "I will go straight to the station and wait there, give
+this money to Mrs. Pollard for me, it what I owe her for the lodgings
+you know.
+
+"Very well" cried Cyril "but you'll have a long wait at the station."
+
+"I know" said Mr. Palsey "but I can amuse myself with a few comic papers
+and a pipe."
+
+"So with a hearty shake of the hands the two villains sealed the
+compact.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 14
+
+HOME AGAIN
+
+
+Cyril was very busy all that afternoon; he barely had time to attend Mr.
+Winston's funeral, which he did however for politeness sake.
+
+It was not a grand funeral by any means and I think it would have broken
+Helen's heart to see the plain unvarnished coffin which her poor
+father's remains were deposited in.
+
+When Cyril returned from the ceremony, he settled his accounts with Mrs.
+Pollard and then proceeded to pack his portmanteau, which piece of
+business did not take him very long.
+
+He was about to depart from his room, when something lying upon the
+floor attracted his attention.
+
+It was a water coloured painting of Mr. Winston.
+
+How Cyril's heart smote him, as he gazed at those calm, stern features
+and mild blue eyes, with so much trust in their orbs.
+
+He hastily shuffled the painting into his pocket, and with something
+between a groan and a sarcastic laugh, made a rapid retreat down the
+stair case.
+
+Helen was waiting in the hall.
+
+She looked a very different girl from the bright rosy faced Helen of a
+week ago.
+
+Her cheeks were white and hollow save for one hectic spot and her great
+hazel eyes seemed too dark for her face. Her dark hair was limp and
+uncurled, and her lips were as ashy as her face. She looked a sad little
+picture, indeed, as she stood there in the hall, with her grey cloak
+loosly buttoned round her, and her new black crape hat contrasting
+queerly with her ghost-like countenance.
+
+Cyril's heart of stone was quite touched as he saw her looking so vastly
+changed.
+
+"Come Helen" he said carresingly as he patted her hair behind, "it feels
+like old times to be walking with you again."
+
+"Perhaps it does to you" quoth Helen bitterly "but to me it is
+unbearable."
+
+Cyril said nothing, but gently helped her down the steps. In an hours
+time they were at the station.
+
+Helen sat on a seat to rest till the train came up, and Cyril went over
+to the bookstall, keeping close to a remarkably tall foreign looking
+gentleman who was laughing over Tit Bits.
+
+"Come away," whispered Helen to Cyril "that man reminds me of the two
+faced villain Mr. Palsey."
+
+"Helen" muttered Cyril between his teeth "be quiet do; please to
+remember that with all his villainy he is a perfect gentleman."
+
+"Ah" said Helen "you too admit that he is a villain."
+
+Cyril saw he had made a mistake and the hot blood rushed to his face.
+
+"Dear me" he said cooly "I am always blurting out things I dont mean."
+
+Helen was beginning to see through him.
+
+"Cyril" she said faintly "I hope you are not a villain too."
+
+"Why of course I'm not" replied Cyril "come, here is the train."
+
+Helen followed Cyril to a first class carriage, noticed that the foreign
+looking man, otherwise Mr. Palsey, jumped into a second class department
+and closed the door with a bang.
+
+"This is a fast train" said Cyril as he got on to the seat.
+
+"Indeed?" replied Helen, and with a deep drawn sigh she placed her
+bundle on the rack.
+
+"Helen wont you eat your supper," asked Cyril "it is nearly nine
+o'clock, you must be hungry.
+
+"Very well" replied Helen and she opened her bag.
+
+"What have you got?" asked Cyril eargerly.
+
+"Only a small pot of calf's foot jelly" answered Helen.
+
+"Oh" said Cyril in a dissopointed tone, "why you ought to have had fruit
+and cold fowl."
+
+"Dont speak to me of cold fowls" cried Helen in disgust and having
+finished her jelly she sank into repose.
+
+The train was an express and reached Kenalham a little before 10-30.
+
+Helen burst into tears as she stepped on to the platform. "Oh how sad,
+how sad" she moaned.
+
+The dog cart was waiting for them and Cyril jumped quickly in, helping
+Helen as he did so.
+
+For ten minutes or more, the cart stopped, and Helen found herself once
+more on the threshold of her home.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 15
+
+THE ROBBERY
+
+
+The door was opened by Marshland who having heard the fearful news was
+attired in deep mourning.
+
+"My darling Miss Helen!" cried the old servant.
+
+"Oh Marshland" cried Helen "I feel so terribly ill."
+
+"Come to bed at once miss and you shall have some hot wine" said
+Marshland "step into the drawing room sir" she added seeing Cyril
+waiting in the passage.
+
+"Goodnight Helen dear" cried Cyril, then turning to the servant he added
+"thank you I will rest for one moment, but I must go then, as I have a
+friend waiting for me in the town."
+
+"Very well sir" said Marshland "you can let yourself out cant you?"
+
+"Oh yes" cried Cyril and he betook himself to the drawing room.
+
+As I have already mentioned, Helen was feeling weak and ill and her head
+ached as though it would split. Marshland put her to bed very carefully
+and gave her some hot wine to drink.
+
+Once in between the beautiful cool sheets with the breeze blowing in at
+the open window stirring the dainty white muslin curtains, Helen dropped
+into a dull heavy sleep, but she was so restless that Marshland dared
+not leave her.
+
+As the clock on the stairs struck 12-30 Helen seemed to grow quieter, so
+Marshland drew down the blind, snuffed the candle and went downstairs.
+
+She bolted the hall door and peeped into the drawing room.
+
+"I heard Mr. Sheene go some hours ago" she muttered "and all the windows
+are bolted, so off I go to bed to rest my weary limbs."
+
+So the old woman went to her room, knocking at Gladys's door as she
+went, to assure that she was going to bed, for Gladys who was highly
+nervous had insisted on this.
+
+Helen slept heavily till about 2 o'clock in the morning, when she was
+awakened by some strange sounds below.
+
+She sat up in bed and listened, the sounds continued and feeling
+frightened she called Marshland.
+
+But the old servant was asleep and for a little while the noises ceased.
+Helen thinking it was her fancy turned in her bed and fell into a doze.
+In less than 2 minutes she was awakened by the furious ringing of a
+bell.
+
+For a moment her heart stood still and her very blood ran cold. Then in
+one desperate moment she recollected the sound of the bell.
+
+Springing from her bed she flew to the door crying as she did so "the
+safe, the safe!!"
+
+Wildly she flew down the passage her brain dazed her heart beating
+loudly.
+
+Her eyes were too dilated to see, and in flying along she struck her
+head against a tall old clock and would have fallen headlong
+downstairs, to certain death, but a pair of arms were hastily flung
+around her and in another moment two unconscios figures were lying
+motionless in the still dark passage with only the pale moonlight
+lighting up their rigid faces.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 16
+
+"SETTLED"
+
+
+Marshland had not been awakened by the bell and so when she got up next
+morning at 6 o'clock, she was entirely innocent of the nights events.
+Putting on her apron she hastily went downstairs. Half way down the
+passage she caught sight of something white.
+
+"Tut tut" she exclaimed "I wonder if those are my clean aprons or caps,
+they must have fallen from the beams." But here her wonderings were
+overun by the fact that the white things were no other than the
+prostrate bodies of Helen and Gladys.
+
+Marshland uttered a stifled cry, but recovering her presence of mind she
+instantly raised Helen in her arms. Gladys had by this time quite
+recovered and was kneeling by her cousin on the floor.
+
+"Raise yourself Miss Gladys" said Marshland "and help me take Miss Helen
+to her room."
+
+Gladys rose directly and Helen was soon upon her bed once more.
+
+She soon opened her eyes and fixed them on her cousin, "go away" she
+said calmly "I want to speak to Marshland."
+
+Gladys left the room and Helen's calm manner changed to one of absolute
+fury.
+
+Darting to her feet, she seized Marshland's shoulder, her white lips
+parted in feverish anxiety.
+
+"The safe" she cried quick Marshland it has been robbed--I heard the
+bell--go and see quick, oh Marshland hurry--hurry."
+
+Marshland had her doubts as to the robbery, but to quiet Helen she went
+downstairs to ascertain.
+
+Entering the drawing room to her great alarm she found the window wide
+open, and she knew she had shut and bolted it the night before.
+
+Advancing in some consternation she saw the bolt had _not_ been tampered
+with and her eyes wandered to the safe. Dragging back the curtain she
+perceived to her great horror that the gauze door was wide open and the
+black leather bag which contained all the money, gone.
+
+"Oh Heavens" ejaculated the old woman "all the money gone, yes every
+brass farthing of it, my poor Miss Helen you'll have to go begging now
+and in sober earnest too."
+
+It may here be mentioned that Mr. Winston had left a will leaving all
+his money to Helen, and the gold which that bag contained was all he had
+left, so that gone, Helen would have to set about to earn her own
+living. Mr. Winston had before his death written on a slip of paper "all
+this gold is bequeathed to my daughter Helen on the day when I shall be
+called upon to die." This he had sealed with his private seal and put at
+the bottom of the bag so that the thief (whoever he might be) had
+carried that signature with him.
+
+Marshland lost no time in seeing what else had been robbed and found to
+her relief that the ivory box containing the valuable old jewils had not
+been touched.
+
+Taking it in her trembling hand, she carried it to Helen's room. "Here
+Miss" she said, see the jewils have not been touched but--but--her
+white lips refused to say any thing else, but Helen took up the strain,
+"the money is gone, yes I knew it Marshland and I am left alone a beggar
+in this cruel, cruel world. All this she uttered in so calm a tone as to
+quite supprise Marshland.
+
+"Dont say alone miss" cried the faithful servant, for I will be with you
+through thick and thin.
+
+At that moment the door opened and Gladys announced that Mr. Sheene was
+waiting in the parlour, together with Mr. Palsey. Helen dressed herself
+quickly and leaning on Gladys's arm for support she entered the much
+disturbed drawing room.
+
+Cyril was standing by the window, his hands in his trouser pockets
+looking desperatly ill.
+
+Mr. Palsey looked as stern and hard as ever, and with his cigarette
+between his lips he appeared to be taking a general survey of the room.
+
+"Good morning Miss Winston" he cried totally ignoring his future wife,
+"if you have any brains they ought to tell you what I am here about.
+Before Helen had time to reply Gladys stepped forward and laying her
+hand on Mr. Palsey's arm looked in his face steadily and said. "James,
+I dont know what you intend saying but I am sure it is cruel and cutting
+and I beg and pray of you to keep quiet whatever it is. Helen is, as you
+know in great trouble about her dear father, and added to that, a
+robbery has been commited in the night, which has deprived her of all
+the money which had been left her and so she has now to earn her own
+living----"
+
+"Hold" cried Cyril suddenly turning round, "I have already heard of this
+terrible robbery and though I have to grovell in the very ground, Helen
+shall never have to earn her own living, in the presence of everyone
+here I repeat my words. I intend as soon as possible to take Helen to
+London and marry her on the first opportunity which presents itself; I
+have" he added, "though no one may know it, a private bussiness in
+Holburn, which consists of a small office in which I employ two clerks,
+my living appartments are at the back of this office or (home affair) as
+I generally call it, and mark my words all of you here Helen would lead
+a very happy life, and if my bussiness should prosper I will go and live
+in Paris or Rome if Helen should prefer it."
+
+"Thank you Cyril" said Helen, "I will spend one more week here to
+collect my belongings and then only too gladly will I go with you to
+your office. I have only one request to make."
+
+"What is that?" asked Cyril.
+
+"A very simple one" replied Helen "only that Marshland should come with
+us and be our servant."
+
+"Certainly," answered Cyril. "I shall be only too pleased, for the one
+servant I have is just leaving and I am sure Marshland will suit."
+
+"Pardon me" said Mr. Palsey "I think Cyril, if you take my advice you
+will leave this wicked interfeering old woman behind I warn you she will
+be the plague of your life, for I myself have had experience of what she
+can do poking her nose into people's rooms, the meddling old cat."
+
+"Mr. Palsey" said Helen calmly and with great dignity "perhaps you will
+allow Cyril to settle this matter, and if you will allow me to add, I
+would far rather be a meddling old cat, than a cruel hard hearted person
+who could murder a good innocent man for the sake of his money, and then
+could look the daughter of that man in the face with a cold unflinching
+gaze."
+
+Gladys uttered a low scream and staggered towards the door; she is
+loosing her head she sobbed, "going mad, and all through you James." For
+Gladys knew nothing of Helen's suspicions.
+
+"No Gladys" replied Helen, "dont cry, for I am not loosing my head or
+going mad either, and you have my utmost pity for having a husband such
+as he."
+
+But nothing could soothe poor Gladys and as Helen stooped to comfort
+her, Mr. Palsey took the opportunity of speaking to Cyril.
+
+"You idiot" he hissed "look what you have led Helen up to, making her
+speak to me like that, now I doubt if Gladys will belive in me, and if
+she does not there will be an end to my rich marriage."
+
+"I dont care" said Cyril, for he truly felt he had the upper hand, "I
+consider it would be a very good thing if Miss Lincarrol does not marry
+you for she is too good a girl to be joined with a low villain like
+you."
+
+"Very well" cried Mr. Palsey savagely "as you evidently consider
+yourself a saint, (though you did help me in the murder and other
+matters too) perhaps it will be better for both of us if we seperate at
+once.
+
+I have my half of the money and you have yours, so that is all settled,
+you can take Helen to London and marry her and I will take Gladys to
+Norfolk where all her relations live and marry her when I get settled
+and the less we hear of each other the better, that is my opinion and I
+hope it suits you.
+
+"It does" replied Cyril calmly "let us tell the girls and the sooner you
+and Gladys get packed off the better for I must stay here another week
+with Helen."
+
+"Gladys" cried Mr. Palsey firmly "get up at once and stop crying."
+
+Gladys dried her eyes and sat up.
+
+"Look here" continued Mr. Palsey, "you and I are going back to Norfolk
+this evening as soon as we can mannage it, and Mr. Sheene intends
+stopping another week with Miss Winston till he goes to London and
+remember the less you and she hear of one another the better; you will
+be much better for the loss of her company and your relations too would
+much rather you left here, it is taking effect on your health my dear,
+so be ready to start by 6 o'clock this evening and I will call for you;
+you and Helen will have plenty of time to say your last adieu before
+that; is that settled?" he added turning to Cyril.
+
+"Quite" replied Cyril.
+
+Gladys broke into heart broken sobbing but being used to obey she ran
+quickly upstairs to collect her things.
+
+With a cry Helen ran to Cyril and put her arms round his neck.
+
+Mr. Palsey bit his lips and turning to the window he turned over the
+past events in his mind and he thought how very well he had managed that
+last little bit of business.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 17
+
+BOUND FOR NORFOLK
+
+
+Let us now return to Gladys.
+
+Arrived at her bedroom she began to collect her various articles of
+clothing in a hazy and disturbed manner, every now and then sitting down
+to burst into a terrible fit of weeping.
+
+It took her over half an hour to pack up, and then having bathed her
+burning face, she began to feel very hungry.
+
+Finding a few biscuits in a tin, she lost no time in eating them and
+then she rang her bell.
+
+To her supprise Helen came to the door instead of Marshland.
+
+"Oh dear Gladys" cried Helen kindly "I am so very sorry that you are
+going."
+
+"Oh Helen," sobbed Gladys "it nearly breaks my heart to think of it, and
+we may not even write to each other."
+
+"Dont say that" cried Helen, "if ever I can manage it I'll always send
+you a note privately, for I shall never forget Gladys that you saved my
+life."
+
+Gladys could not speak for crying.
+
+"Now Gladys" said Helen "do stop crying or you will be ill, did you want
+anything when you rang just now."
+
+"Oh yes please" replied Gladys "if I might have something to eat, I am
+so very hungry."
+
+"Certainly, dear" said Helen and she darted downstairs, soon to return
+with a plate of well cut ham and a couple of poached eggs and a
+comforting cup of coffee.
+
+Having spread this out, she sat down to watch Gladys eat it.
+
+The poor girl looked very worn out and tired and great red and black
+lines encircled her blue eyes, "oh Helen" she said at last "do tell me
+what you meant by speaking so strongly to James just now.
+
+The tears came into Helen's eyes, "dont ask me Gladys dear" she said,
+some day I will contrive to let you know by letter but I cant tell you
+now."
+
+A silence followed and then Helen spoke again, "do you know" she said.
+"I am very glad things have turned out like this. I shall be happy too
+and perhaps forget all about me and all this misery."
+
+"Oh Helen" cried Gladys "I will never forget you it will be impossible."
+
+"I dont know" said Helen "you see its like this, although we shall write
+to each other (for my mind is made up on that score) when once you are
+happy, though you will not exactly forget _me_, you will forget this
+misery at parting and so you will be able to think of me without pain or
+regret, and it will be like a wound which though healed over is still to
+be seen, do you under stand?"
+
+"Yes dear Helen" said Gladys "there is certainly truth in what you say,
+but do you think we shall either of us be happy again?"
+
+"Yes" said Helen with a smile, "I do, light is certainly breaking
+through the darkness after all Gladys"
+
+Ah Helen!, happily for you that you can see the bright light appearing,
+but there are dark clouds gathering in the distance which you do not see
+but which nevertheless are coming nearer and nearer and will soon burst
+over your head and extinguish the sunshine and the light.
+
+The dreary morning passed away at last and the afternoon followed suit.
+A quarter to six found Gladys and Helen taking a last farewell in the
+drawing room before Mr. Palsey arrived.
+
+"Oh Helen shall we ever meet again, sobbed Gladys.
+
+"Hush hush" said Helen "dont cry Gladys and let me give you some advice
+before you go. Dont sob or show any emotion when you bid me goodbye and
+if afterwards Mr. Palsey should mention me to you be quite calm and show
+him you do not care, when next we meet I'll tell you my reasons and be
+sure they're good ones."
+
+Voices were heard at the front door and going into the hall, they found
+Mr. Palsey and Cyril talking and a carriage waiting at the gate.
+
+"Goodbye Miss Lincarrol" said Cyril as he took her hand "I am sorry you
+have to go."
+
+"Not at all" said Gladys brightly "goodbye Mr. Sheene, thanks for all
+your kindness."
+
+Here Mr. Palsey interposed "goodbye Miss Winston" he said raising his
+hat.
+
+Helen drew herself up and gave him a look (such a one as once seen never
+forgotten) and then turning to her friend said, "well goodbye Gladys, a
+pleasant journey to you dear."
+
+"Goodbye Helen" said Gladys bravely and calmly and without a break in
+her voice.
+
+"I hope you will enjoy yourself in London."
+
+Mr. Palsey looked astounded, he had expected a loud fit of crying at
+least.
+
+"Wont you say goodbye to me Miss Winston he asked sheepishly.
+
+"No cried Helen in a laud voice, "it was an evil day for you Mr. Palsey
+when my good father asked you to his house."
+
+Mr. Palsey jumped into the open fly and put his bag beside him.
+
+Helen stood on the steps waving her hand with tears in her eyes, while
+Gladys, for the sake of the friend she loved, sat erect and tearless in
+the carriage which soon wheeled her away from "Beach Dale" and its
+occupants.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 18
+
+THE OFFICE
+
+
+Left alone in the dreary little cottage, a sense of utter lonliness came
+over Helen. She truly felt as though the one spark of happiness in her
+life had faded. Sitting down in an arm chair, she took up some crochet
+and tried to do a little work before sunset.
+
+In a few minutes Cyril entered, fresh from a country walk.
+
+"Ah Helen" he cried "you're busy I see."
+
+"No I'm not" replied Helen sadly "did you want me for anything?"
+
+"Well I was thinking it might be as well to go and see the autioneer,
+Mr. Graham," replied Cyril "you see all this furniture must be sold and
+a week is but a short time to settle everything."
+
+"Yes I presume that would be best" said Helen with a sigh "where does
+this Mr. Graham live?" "Not a very long way off" replied Cyril "49
+Eastern Grove is his address"
+
+"Oh yes I know" said Helen "when shall we start?"
+
+"Now, if you like" said Cyril
+
+"Very well," and Helen tossed away her crochet and put on her hat.
+
+It did not take very long to reach Eastern Grove, a pretty little street
+at the end of Kenelham. Helen stood by while Cyril arranged matters to
+his own taste. At last all was settled and Mr. Graham politely promised
+to be round at Beach Dale by 9 o'clock the next morning.
+
+The next three days were busy ones indeed for Helen. All day she was
+flying up and downstairs, from attic to kitchen placing the furniture to
+be sold in lots and keeping what she wanted to take, in her own bedroom.
+Marshland helped all she could but being old and stiff she could do
+little but sit in the kitchen and moan at the loss of her beloved
+master's goods.
+
+Friday came at last (the day Cyril had arranged for starting) and Helen
+was up early taking a last look at the rooms, garden walks etc., that
+she loved.
+
+It was a boiling hot day and they had to start in the middle of the
+heat.
+
+A large waggon came to the door wherein all the odd pieces of furniture
+were packed and the trunks and boxes being put on the top of that,
+Helen and Marshland got a small wooden bench which they put at the door
+of the waggon for, as Marshland truly remarked "Air was better than
+comfort," and there they seated themselves to drive to the
+station--Cyril had gone on to take the tickets and see about a
+comfortable carriage.
+
+It was two o'clock by the time they reached Holburn.
+
+Cyril jumped out, ordered a hansom while Helen attended to the luggage.
+
+"Now Marshland" cried Cyril "you and Miss Helen will kindly get into
+this hansom and I'll tell the man where to drive to, I have a bussiness
+matter to settle, but you can tell the servant girl I'll be into tea."
+
+Helen and Marshland got hastily into the hansom, to the old servant's
+inexpressible delight who had never ridden in anything but the customary
+Kenelham dog cart, and the waggon she had recently quitted. Helen
+however was too tired to notice anything and the new sights and sounds
+had no charm for her country eyes.
+
+Presently the cab stopped at a small dreary looking office with the name
+Sheene & Co: in guilt letters on the window. Two men evidently the
+clerks, were watching with intense excitement the descent of the two
+ladies from the cab, their faces being pressed upon the iron blind of
+the office window.
+
+Helen went up the steps and timidly rang the "visitors bell."
+
+It was soon answered by a rought untidy looking servant girl, with no
+cap and a dirty cotton dress, whom Marshland eyed with intense disgust.
+
+"Are you Mr. Sheene's ladies?" asked the girl.
+
+"Yes" replied Helen "and Mr. Sheene wished me to say you were to show us
+to our rooms at once, he himself will not be in till tea time."
+
+"All right" responded the servant "step and in and follow me."
+
+She then led the way down a narrow passage past the home affair, till
+she came to a door which she flung open, announcing it was the sitting
+room.
+
+"You wont want your bedrooms yet awhile" she said "because they're not
+ready."
+
+"Oh pray dont trouble" said Helen.
+
+"Very well" replied the girl and she went off closing the door behind
+her.
+
+"The slovenly creature" cried Marshland "Mr. Sheene has evidently had no
+practice in choosing his domestics.
+
+The room in which they found themselves was rather small and very
+stuffey, the window being tight shut and the blind down. A red carpet
+adorned the floor a common deal table with a check cloth stood in the
+middle of the room, and three chairs were carefully arranged round it. A
+leather armchair was by the fireplace adorned by a crochet antimicassa,
+and a sofa of the same description was by the window. The mantle piece
+was furnished with two glass vases, and a clock, and a large photograph
+of Cyril and his two clerks. A sideboard was by the door covered with a
+clean cloth, a parrafin lamp, two trays and a bowl of lavender.
+
+"What do you think of it?" asked Helen after she had opened the window
+and taken off her hat and gloves.
+
+"Humph" said Marshland looking round "pretty fair, but law Miss Helen,
+comparing it with your father's dainty little parlour its a mere
+scullery."
+
+"Yes" said Helen "but dont let us hurt poor Cyril's feelings, no doubt
+he likes it."
+
+"No doubt" replied Marshland.
+
+By 5 o'clock Cyril came in, very hot but happy for all that. "Well
+Helen" he said "what do you think of your future abode?"
+
+"Oh its very nice" answered Helen.
+
+"Well let us ring for tea" cried Cyril "you will take your meal with us
+tonight Marshland, but tomorrow you will find your place in the kitchen
+with Alice the maid, who will do all the hard work while you preside."
+
+Marshland looked pleased but said nothing.
+
+Alice brought in the tea, and the three made it off shrimps and bread
+and butter and by that time Helen was pleased to go to bed, quite
+pleased with her first day in London.
+
+Helen's bedroom was at the top of a very steep staircase and it was even
+more stuffy than the sitting room. A rather dirty white blind hung in
+the window, which Marshland instantly tore down, "the filthy rag" she
+exclaimed "never mind Miss Helen, in a few weeks, I'll have this fit for
+a lady and the sitting room too for that matter.
+
+The iron bed stead was of the collapsible kind and Helen had to prop it
+up with empty trunks in order to get a night's rest, but what with the
+squalling of the office cats and the noise of the clerks and servants
+below, it was in the small hours of the morning before either she or
+Marshland got a wink of sleep.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 19
+
+IMPROVEMENTS
+
+
+It was 8 o'clock, the following morning when Helen was awakened by
+hearing a loud dispute outside her door between Marshland and Alice
+Grimstone (the maid).
+
+Glancing at her watch, Helen jumped out of bed and began her toilet and
+half way through she was interrupted by Alice bouncing in announcing it
+was gone 8 o'clock and would she (Helen) care about any water for
+washing. Helen declared she would, upon which she was presented with a
+can of hot water and a clean towel, soap already having been provided.
+
+Having placed the last hair pin in her knob and fastenned her white
+blouse, Helen went down to the sitting room, where a smell of hot coffee
+and fried bacon greated her nose.
+
+"Ah this is Marshland's cooking" thought Helen as she raised the cover
+of the dish. A great improvement was also visible in the room itself. It
+had been well dusted and swept and a few london flowers adorned the
+mantle shelf, a clean white curtain hung in the window, and Helen's work
+box and other little articles lay about the room, making it look far
+more home like than on the preceding evening.
+
+Cyril (Helen had heard) rose very late, so she was forced to partake of
+her breakfast alone.
+
+As soon as she had finnished, she rang the bell and ordered a fresh meal
+to be got ready for Cyril, for she really wished to please him and hoped
+in a few days time to have the house really nice.
+
+Then Helen thought she would go out and buy a few things, so calling
+Marshland she said "I am going out now Marshland, and lunch will be at
+1.30 if you please. Mr. Sheene likes high tea at 7 in the future we will
+follow this rule, breakfast at 9. lunch at 1.30, high tea at 7, Wine and
+biscuits 9.30."
+
+"Very well miss" replied Marshland "I'll see to it"
+
+"Yes" said Helen and do make that girl work for pity's sake, she is so
+lazy."
+
+"That she is miss" replied Marshland "She'll find her work set now I've
+come."
+
+Helen laughed "very well" she replied "I'll be in soon. I only want to
+buy a chicken and a yard or so of muslin for curtains."
+
+So going out, Helen hailed a hansom and got proudly in, much to the envy
+of Netherby and Wilson (the two clerks) to whom she had not yet been
+introduced.
+
+And so day followed day and Helen always found plenty to do. She was a
+first rate house keeper and Cyril treasured her accordingly. Marshland
+too made vast improvements in the lower regons. Alice was made to work
+hard and keep herself tidy.
+
+A bright yellow canary was purchased, and hung in the sitting room
+window to Helen's great delight, and she had no time to be unhappy.
+Cyril seemed to prefer being engaged so the marriage was put off, and
+Helen was once more light hearted and merry and her gay laugh might
+often be heard as she chatted cheerily to the clerks or played comic
+songs on the little harmonium.
+
+And yet no one is there to warn Helen of the approaching danger and
+misery.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 20
+
+THE SILVER TEAPOT
+
+
+Time sped on and nothing happened to alarm or upset Helen untill a
+certain October morning.
+
+She had just commenced her breakfast, when in came Cyril attired in his
+best black suit and stiff collar.
+
+"Why Cyril" cried Helen "how very early you are."
+
+"Yes I am" responded Cyril triumphantly "I am going to see a friend who
+lives in Piccadilly and I doubt if I shall be back before 10 or 11
+tonight."
+
+"Really?" said Helen, "well make a good breakfast or you'll be quite
+done up."
+
+Cyril made a hearty meal and then went to the front door to see if the
+weather promised to be fair; it looked rather gloomy, but no rain fell.
+As though a sudden thought had struck him, Cyril turned round and
+entered the office.
+
+"Netherby" he cried sharply "who's afternoon out is it, your's or
+Wilson's?
+
+"It is Mr. Wilson's sir" replied Netherby.
+
+"Then see he does'nt have it" said Cyril shortly "I have my own reasons
+for wishing you both to remain at home today, and dont forget the office
+is in your charge today Netherby; admit no gossiping women or
+tradesmen."
+
+"No sir" replied the clerk. Cyril turned to leave the office, nearly
+knocking Helen over as he did so. "Are you off?" she enquired "put on
+your overcoat dear, it is very chilly."
+
+"All right" said Cyril and he reached his blue melton from the peg.
+
+As Helen was helping him on with his coat she noticed something silver
+sticking out of the breast pocket.
+
+"Why whatever is this?" she asked in supprise, "it looks like the best
+silver tea pot."
+
+"Best silver tea pot!" cried Cyril scornfully, as though a man cant
+carry his cigarette case about with him."
+
+But he looked uncommonly angry for all that and Helen had seen and felt
+quite enough to convince her that it was the best tea pot and she felt
+her heart turn sick as she closed the front door after Cyril's
+retreating figure.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 21
+
+THE PAWN TICKET
+
+
+Helen's heart was beating fast, as she went back to the sitting room,
+"oh dear" she cried sitting down on the sofa "whatever is Cyril up to I
+wonder it _was_ a tea pot I know and it was wrapped in cotton wool too
+for it felt soft, I do hope he is up to no tricks."
+
+Finding nothing to do Helen sat down to strum on the harmonium, but this
+did not soothe her spirits and she wandered about the room till her eye
+fell on a little white ticket lying on the hearth rug. She could not
+bear to see paper on the floor, so she hastily picked it up, and before
+tossing it into the fire she looked at it well to make sure it was
+nothing important.
+
+Helen know enough to see at first glance it was a pawn ticket for a
+valuable silver sugar baisen worth L1.10.0.
+
+Her cheeks grew white as she read it and she felt her fingers growing
+stiff. "Of course" she cried "its as plain as day light, Cyril has
+pawned the best sugar baisen for a few trumpery shillings, oh I'm sure
+he is getting into bad company" and she commenced to weep. "And I know
+he means to pawn the tea pot too."
+
+But this was only the beginning of another long series of troubles for
+poor Helen, but happily for her she did not know that or it might have
+driven her mad.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 22
+
+AN UNEXPECTED VISIT
+
+
+Helen's weeping had given her a headache and she was taking a doze on
+the sofa, when angry voices were heard at the front door. The voices
+were those of Mr. Netherby and a young lady evidently in great distress.
+
+Helen came to the passage to hear what was the matter "I tell you I've
+had orders from Mr. Sheene to let no gossiping women inside this office"
+cried Mr. Netherby. "But I'm not a gossiping woman" said the lady in
+agitation.
+
+"And how do I know that?" enquired Mr. Netherby. "I tell you I am a
+hater of gossip" screamed the lady "and here it is pouring rain and you
+have the audacity to keep me waiting at the front door, when I ask to
+see the lady of the house."
+
+"There is no lady of this house" said Mr. Netherby "except Mrs.
+Marshland and she rules it with a firm hand"
+
+"I want to see Miss Winston" cried the lady now almost in tears.
+
+Here Helen interupted, "Mr. Netherby" she said "If this lady wishes to
+see me, kindly let her in at once."
+
+"I've got the master's orders not to" replied Netherby firmly.
+
+"Insolent person!" cried Helen "obey me at once, open the door."
+
+Netherby was alarmed and opening the door he fled into the office
+leaving his mistress to admit her guest if she would.
+
+"Can I do anything for you my good lady?" asked Helen opening the door
+wide.
+
+With a cry the lady flung herself into Helen's arms, saying "oh Helen
+Helen, how very glad I am to see you."
+
+"Why Gladys" cried Helen "how came you here?" "Oh its a long story" said
+Gladys (for it was she) "if I may come in, I'll tell it to you."
+
+"Yes do" said Helen "stay the whole day if you will, for Cyril is out
+and I am entirely alone" So saying Helen led the way to the sitting
+room, where Gladys soon divested herself of her dripping cloak and hat,
+and sat down by the fire to warm herself. "How dreadfully wet you are"
+said Helen as she shook out Gladys's cloak.
+
+"I had to walk all the way from Holburn station" replied Gladys "there
+were no cabs to be seen" "Dear dear" said Helen "I hope you wont take
+cold."
+
+"Not I" laughed Gladys "and now Helen dear if you are ready I'll tell
+you why I came here."
+
+"Yes do" pleaded Helen drawing her chair to the fire. "It is a long
+story" mused Gladys gazing into the fire, as though she could see the
+events of the past three months of her life written there in letters of
+red and gold. "as you know Helen, when I left Kenelham I went with James
+straight to Norfolk, where my parents and relations live. James and I
+stayed there for, say three weeks, and during that time I was perfectly
+happy. I did not write to you as I didn't know your address, I presume
+you did'nt know mine. Well at the end of these three weeks James got an
+invatation to go and stay with some people in Brighton and he asked me
+to go too I was glad to do so as I had never been to that part at all.
+So it was arranged for me to go and we started. We had not been there a
+week when a marked changed came over James. He grew white and thin and
+seemed so terribly nervous about the smallest thing. Men were constantly
+calling to see him and after their visits he looked even worse. It was
+not a large house where we stayed, and my room was next to his. He went
+to bed very late and I fancy he slept badly. I constantly heard him moan
+and walk about his room, and what terrified me so much was he used to
+talk about murders and robberies. So I took to listening to him, by
+putting my bed close to the wall. And I believe he found it out, for he
+took to ill treating me, that is to say he was not kind, and he called
+me horrible names. I felt it very much indeed and it must have made me
+look ill, for Mrs Martin (the hostess) said she thought the sea air did
+not agree with me and advised James to take me to some place where I
+had not been before. Accordingly we arranged to take a small house in
+Richmond for a few months till I got better. There it is we are living
+now. We have most comfortable rooms in a nice house overlooking the
+terrace gardens. Our landlady is a very good soul, and though I am much
+better for the change, James is not, he remains the same. All at once I
+remembered what you said to him that day about a murder. So I resolved
+to come and find out where you lived. I told James I wanted a whole day
+to do as I liked and I took a train for Holburn and I was directed where
+to go to, and here I am arrived in the very knick of time, just as Mr.
+Sheene is off for the day and you are quite alone to answer any
+questions I put to you."
+
+During the latter part of Gladys's story Helen had grown very white and
+she now paced the room in breathless agitation.
+
+"What is it Helen?" enquired Gladys.
+
+"Yes I knew I was right" muttered Helen half aloud "it is true too true
+alas! but my revenge is at hand."
+
+"Helen do sit down" cried Gladys "you look quite scared, I hope my story
+has not frightened you."
+
+"Frightenned me, No" cried Helen loudly "you have only confirmed doubts
+which have been lingering in my brain for month's past."
+
+"Doubts, what doubts." asked Gladys.
+
+"Oh Gladys" cried Helen bursting into tears "thank goodness you came to
+me today, for you may yet be saved from a terrible misfortune."
+
+"For pity's sake Helen speak out" cried Gladys "you talk like a
+tragedian Gladys" said Helen "did you say that Mr. Palsey talked about
+murders and robberies?"
+
+"Yes" replied Gladys sadly "he certainly made use of those two words."
+
+"Shall I tell you why?" asked Helen "I shall be much obliged if you
+will" answered Gladys.
+
+"Mr. Palsey's conscience has begun to trouble him" replied Helen.
+
+"Oh Helen what do you mean?" cried Gladys wildly.
+
+"Simply this" said Helen "you know when my poor father died, people said
+it was suicide."
+
+"Yes, but I never belived that" said Gladys with marked descision.
+
+"Evidently the detectives have found out their mistake" replied Helen
+"you say, men are constantly calling on Mr. Palsey."
+
+"Yes" replied Gladys "they are, but Helen whatever do you mean."
+
+"Gladys" said Helen, "dont hate me for what I am going to tell you; I
+only do it because I love you and wish to save you, it is a blessing you
+came here today, I suppose in another week you would have married Mr.
+Palsey but you wont now, for the man you call your lover is the murderer
+of my father."
+
+Gladys gave a loud groan and sank helpless to the floor.
+
+Helen ran to lift her up and after dashing some water on her face was
+happy to see her open her eyes.
+
+"Gladys, dear Gladys" she cried "I should not have told you."
+
+"Yes, yes" said Gladys faintly, "you did quite right, only it was such a
+shock to me, after beliving in him all these months."
+
+"Of course it is" replied Helen soothingly "thank goodness I shall never
+have cause to doubt Cyril's honour."
+
+"Oh Helen what shall I do?" moaned poor Gladys "to think of going back
+to sleep in the house with a villian like him "he might try to murder
+me in the night."
+
+"Why not stay here a few nights till you think of some plans" suggested
+Helen "we have heaps of room."
+
+"Oh no no" cried Gladys desperately "I dare not vex James like that and
+besides Mr. Sheene would not have me in his house."
+
+"Oh Gladys" cried Helen "he would be only too pleased to be of help to
+you."
+
+"No he would not" said Gladys "he hates me."
+
+"Gladys!" screamed Helen "how can you?"
+
+"It is true" said Gladys "and I will tell you why."
+
+Helen gave a snort of disgust but she listened attentively for all that.
+
+"You see" said Gladys "I had to walk from Holburn Station as you know
+and it took me some time as I did not know the way; I had just caught
+sight of this office from the opposite side of the road and was going to
+cross, when the door opened and Mr. Sheene himself came out, he did not
+see me at first, he appeared to be looking at the sky, but the moment he
+caught sight of me his face darkened directly, he looked at me for a
+minute with posative hatred in his eyes, and then turning round he went
+into the office, to give an order, I presume that order was that no
+women were to be let in, because the instant I asked to see you, I was
+furiously assaulted by a presuming clerk, who called me a gossiping
+woman, and no end of horrid names."
+
+"Oh" said Helen rather crossly "I think you must be mistaken, but all
+the same if you wont stay the night, you wont,"
+
+"I really can not," replied Gladys.
+
+"Did Cyril speak to you when he came out again?" enquired Helen.
+
+"Dear me no" replied Gladys "I took jolly good care he should'nt, so I
+bolted into a confectioners to escape him, where I had to go to the
+trouble of buying a bath bun; but anything was better than not seeing
+you."
+
+"Dont be sarcastic" returned Helen hotly "you dont treasure me as much
+as that."
+
+"Dont I?" cried Gladys "when I wanted to see you, I was not going to be
+snubbed by an insolent clerk, I would have braved him even if you had
+not come though I thank my stars you did come all the same, it is very
+degrading to be seen arguing with a common city clerk."
+
+"So I should imagine" replied Helen "I cant say I have ever been in the
+same strait myself; I am on very good terms with both Netherby and
+Wilson."
+
+"Are you?" said Gladys "which do you like best."
+
+"Well you see Netherby is rather alarmed at me" replied Helen "since I
+blew him up for attempting to touch the organ without leave; but then he
+is more to be trusted than Wilson, who thinks nothing of breaking his
+word, telling stories etc: Cyril has often thought of dismissing him
+only he is very sharp and a good writer I belive."
+
+"Well Helen can you suggest any plan for me" asked Gladys "I cant marry
+James that is certain, but I cant go home and tell him that to his face
+can I?"
+
+"Hardly" said Helen "if I were you I should go home, and dont say a word
+to Mr. Palsey, and write at once to your parents, telling them all you
+know as soon as you get a reply write and let me know and I will
+endeavour to come up and see you and we can arrange some plans; of
+course get Mr. Palsey out of the way before you ask me."
+
+"Oh yes" said Gladys "that is easily done, but mind you dont tell Mr.
+Sheene you have seen me today nor dont tell him you are coming to see me
+either."
+
+"Oh no" replied Helen "I'll merely say I am going to Richmond for a
+trip, he does not know you live there."
+
+"Then that is settled" replied Gladys with a sigh of relief "what time
+do you expect Mr. Sheene home?"
+
+"Not till quite late" said Helen "you must stay to lunch."
+
+"Thank you" said Gladys "I shall be delighted."
+
+So Helen rang the bell and when Alice answered it she ordered dinner for
+two in a most bussiness like way.
+
+Having made a good lunch, Gladys put on her things and got ready to
+start.
+
+"You must not walk again" said Helen "I'll call a hansom," so saying she
+opened the front door and gave a soft whistle. In a minute a hansom
+drove up to the door and Helen helped her friend in.
+
+"Goodbye Gladys" she said "dont forget to write and let me know directly
+you here from Norfolk and I'll come up if I can."
+
+"No, I'll be sure to write" responded Gladys "thank you so much Helen
+for all your kindness," and with a wave of her hand Gladys was driven
+rapidly away in the direction of Holburn Station, while Helen returned
+to the sitting room, a great weight lifted from her heart.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 23
+
+CYRIL'S RETURN AND THE PROMISED VISIT
+
+
+It was past ten before Cyril returned home very wet and cross into the
+bargin.
+
+Helen saw at a glance what she might expect, so she carefully made up
+the fire and set a nice hot supper on the table.
+
+"How tired you look dear" she said as she helped him off with his over
+coat.
+
+"Well I suppose I do" replied Cyril crossly.
+
+"Did you find your friend at home?" enquired Helen.
+
+"Yes I did" said Cyril hastily pouring out his beer.
+
+"Well that's all right" said Helen cheerily putting a lump of coal on
+the fire.
+
+"No it's not all right" replied Cyril "for pity's sake leave that fire
+alone, I'm not going to sit up all night."
+
+Helen smiled "have you a tooth ache dear" she asked.
+
+"No I've not" said Cyril "look here Helen, have you seen a little card
+about the floor today?"
+
+"Yes dear" replied Helen "a little Xmas card, that Mrs. Gingham sent you
+last year."
+
+"Oh yes" said Cyril, trying to look as though that was what he meant
+"where did you put it?"
+
+"In the desk dear" replied Helen producing a faded little card, which in
+an ordinary moment Cyril would have tossed into the fire, but now he
+carefully placed it in his note book.
+
+"By the way Helen," said Cyril "I find I must go to Piccadilly again
+tomorrow as I did not get through my bussiness today, have breakfast at
+8-30 will you?"
+
+"Yes dear" replied Helen, and after saying goodnight to him, she put out
+the lamp, taking care to drop the pawn ticket, (which had been in her
+pocket all this time) on the hearth rug, where she had found it.
+
+Helen slept very soundly indeed and she therefore was awake early. She
+got dressed quickly, and went down to the sitting room.
+
+Pulling up the blind she glanced quickly round the room. The ticket
+still lay where she had dropped it; Cyril had evidently not been down.
+
+By a quarter to 9 he made his appearance.
+
+"Now Helen hurry up with the tea!" he cried "it is getting late."
+
+"That's no fault of mine" replied Helen quietly "time will fly you
+know."
+
+"Who said it would'nt?" asked Cyril snappishly, sitting down in the
+grumps.
+
+"Why on earth does'nt Marshland send up the silver tea pot?" asked Helen
+artfully "I hate this old brown china concern; I'll ring for the other;
+and the sugar bowl too."
+
+"No, no please dont," cried Cyril nervously "I really cant wait."
+
+"Well if it is'nt sent up tonight I shall make a row about it" replied
+Helen crossly "I cant bear keeping the silver for special occasions."
+
+Cyril did not notice the ticket so Helen went and picked it up, "what's
+this?" she asked curiously.
+
+"What's what?" asked Cyril turning sharply round.
+
+"This little card" said Helen.
+
+"Oh that's mine" replied Cyril "I'll put it in my pocket if you give it
+here."
+
+Helen handed it over, "it looks exactly like a pawn ticket does'nt it?"
+she asked.
+
+"Yes, its not unlike one" replied Cyril.
+
+"No not at all" said Helen, "in fact when I read it yesterday, I thought
+it was uncommonly like one."
+
+Cyril turned a ghastly white and flew into the hall to get his hat.
+
+"Ha ha my dear" thought Helen "I've found out your little game," but
+never the less she followed him innocently into the hall, "dear Cyril"
+she exclaimed "I hope my thinking that ticket like a pawn one has not
+upset you; of course it is awfully foolish of me I know."
+
+"Yes I know it is" replied Cyril cooly, "I may say more than foolish."
+
+Helen laughed "you wont be so late today I presume," she said.
+
+"No I dont think so" said Cyril, "I may be home by three o'clock today."
+
+"Very well" replied Helen "dont hurry on my account, and with a giggle
+she opened the door and watched Cyril safely down the street, "yes my
+boy" she thought I dare say I'm cleverer than you take me for, any how I
+know where you're off to now and I wish you luck" and with a sigh Helen
+entered the office.
+
+"Netherby" she cried "a word with you if you please."
+
+The clerk shuffled quickly to his feet and followed Helen into the
+passage.
+
+"Now look here" said Helen firmly "did Mr. Sheene ask if any ladies
+entered the office yesterday."
+
+Netherby looked uneasily at the floor and kicked up the oil cloth.
+
+"Speak up" cried Helen loudly, "and dont tear my carpets please."
+
+"Well miss" said Netherby nervously "he did mention something of the
+kind last night."
+
+"Oh he did, did he" screamed Helen "and what did you say?"
+
+"Well miss I did'nt tell a story" said Netherby "I said not that I knew
+of because you see miss, I did'nt look to see if you let the lady in or
+not after I went into the office."
+
+"Thank you Netherby" said Helen "you have done me a great service, "and
+she pressed a sovereign into the trembling hand of the clerk.
+
+Entering the sitting room she found Alice waiting with a telegram in
+hand "its for you miss" she said "and the reply is prepaid."
+
+Helen tore it open; it ran thus:
+
+          "Have heard from Norfolk, come directly.
+
+                                           GLADYS.
+
+Seizing a pencil Helen wrote the following answer:
+
+          "Will try to come tomorrow.
+
+Helen giving it to Alice she told her to take it at once.
+
+"Poor Gladys" she thought, "I must manage to get to Richmond tomorrow
+what ever happens."
+
+The morning passed and Cyril was home to lunch in very good spirits.
+
+"Do you know Cyril" said Helen "I've often longed to go to Richmond for
+a trip, it must be such a nice place."
+
+"Have you dear?" said Cyril, "well I must endevour to take you one day."
+
+"Could you take me tomorrow?" asked Helen knowing he had an engagement
+on that day.
+
+"No, not tomorrow" said Cyril "why?"
+
+"Well there is a special matinee I wanted to see" said Helen "I promise
+you I'd be back by 8 in the evening."
+
+"All right" said Cyril "you may go if you wish it; be back early you
+know "here's the money for your seat."
+
+"Oh thank you" cried Helen "this is jolly I shall have a rare time I
+expect. I shall go there by the 9-12. You know and have a whole day of
+it."
+
+"Very well" replied Cyril with a laugh, and kissing him soundly Helen
+ran upstairs to dream happily over the coming event.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 24
+
+HELENS HAPPY DAY
+
+
+The sun was streaming in at Helen's little window, when she opened her
+eyes at 7.45 the following morning. Jumping out of bed with a happy
+feeling about her Helen lifted the lower sash of her window and lent out
+as far as possible. The October morning air blew chill against her
+lightly clad figure but the sun was high in the Heavens and with a sigh
+of relief she closed her casement and began to get dressed.
+
+"Let's see" she said opening her ward-robe and taking a view of the
+costumes therein "I'll put on my best dress if Marshland has mended the
+skirt" and so saying Helen shook out a pretty tweed dress trimmed with a
+deep pointed collar of scarlet velvit and cuffs to match and proceeded
+to button it on herself.
+
+Here she was interupted by a loud knocking at the door and Alice thrust
+her head in saying "If you please miss, Mr. Sheene says he dont know
+what train you're a-going to Richmond by because its going on for 9 and
+the breakfast is almost cold."
+
+"Oh dear" cried Helen hastily pinning on her hat, "I'll be down
+directly; what a time I've been dressing" she added. Seizing her gloves,
+umbrella, and little gold bracelet, she dashed downstairs and into the
+sitting room where a cold unpleasant breakfast greeted her, but Cyril
+was in a very good temper and that was just what was wanted, thought
+Helen as she gulped down her cold tea.
+
+"Here" cried Cyril tossing her a sovereign on the table, "that's a
+little contribution towards your pleasure trip."
+
+"Oh thanks Cyril" cried Helen joyfully "but do you mind dear if I dont
+go to the theatre; I have thought it over and I think I'll walk about
+the town, go to the terrace gardens, see the churches, and perhaps go
+on the river if it is fine, or if not go for a drive."
+
+"Allright" replied Cyril carelessly "I think you're much wiser myself, I
+always thought it was silly to go to the theatre; if you go to the town
+for a day you naturally wish to see it thoroughly, as of course it is'nt
+a place you're ever likely to go to again.
+
+"Exactly" replied Helen with a smile, "now Cyril I'm off; when do you
+start for Picadilly?"
+
+"Not till 10.30" replied Cyril, "now hurry up or you'll be late; be back
+by eight wont you" and he strode to the front door with her, where a
+hansom stood waiting.
+
+"Goodbye" cried Helen waving her hand to him: "Goodbye" replied Cyril
+"I'm so glad you're going to have a happy day" And as she drove off,
+Cyril thought what a bright pretty little blossom she looked with her
+bright eyes and rosy cheeks, compared to many of the ugly looking men
+who adorned the boxes of the London cabs.
+
+
+
+
+PART II
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 25
+
+A CRISIS
+
+
+To do Cyril justice, it will be only fair to say that he experienced no
+slight pang at parting with his pretty little future wife for one day
+only, for, cruel and hardened as he had become, he had a deep and
+undying love for Helen in the bottom of his heart.
+
+"What a dear she is," he muttered to himself, as the hansom disappeared
+round the corner, "and what a beast I am; I've deceived her all these
+months and I am still doing so. If it hadn't been for that villain
+Palsey, I'd have told her long ago, but now I can't, it's too late--too
+late," and thus making himself miserable and uneasy, Cyril entered his
+office to give the customary orders, and then prepared to walk to
+Picadilly.
+
+Leaving Cyril, we must now follow Helen to Holburn station. The train
+was in as she reached the station, and she had a rush for it; but she
+succeeded in securing a fairly comfortable seat in a third class
+carriage with only three people in it besides herself.
+
+Having made some notes in her pocket book, she proceeded to read
+"Pearson's Weekly," and soon became engrossed in its contents. By the
+time the train stopped at Richmond, the carriage was empty, and Helen
+was loth to leave her comfortable seat. Seizing her umbrella, she jumped
+blithely on to the platform, and glanced quickly at every passenger. No,
+Gladys had certainly not come to meet her. Giving up her ticket, she
+found herself on the open platform, and ordering a cab, she got in,
+telling the man to drive to number 8, Down Terrace. She then lent back,
+determined to enjoy everything that came under her notice. "It seems a
+big place" she said, as she drove through the crowded High Street of
+Richmond, halting every now and then to let a dust cart or some other
+vehicle pass over them.
+
+At last the Terrace Gardens came in view and Helen knew it would not be
+long before the cab stopped.
+
+She was right; just then it stopped in front of a row of large well
+built houses and having paid her fare Helen ran up the steps and rang
+the bell.
+
+It was answered by a stout middle aged woman.
+
+In reply to Helen's enquiry she replied in hearty tones "Oh yes miss,
+Miss Lincarrol is in right enough, she's been expecting you all the
+morning almost.
+
+Mrs. Norton had hardly uttered her statement, when Gladys herself came
+flying downstairs and in a minute she had her arms round Helen's neck
+and was hugging and kissing her to death.
+
+"Oh Helen," she cried "how kind of you to come so soon, you dont know
+what a lot I have to tell you."
+
+"I am quite sure you have dear" answered Helen "I was delighted to be
+able to come with out any bother"
+
+"Did'nt Mr. Sheene mind?" enquired Gladys leading Helen up the richly
+carpeted staircase." Oh not at all answered Helen brightly he seemed
+quite pleased for me to have a holiday, and he gave me this" she added
+holding up a bright gold piece.
+
+At this juncture they arrived at Gladys's bedroom, and drawing back a
+red plush curtain they emerged into a dainty little bedroom furnished
+entirely in sea green and bamboo.
+
+"Oh! what a charming room" gasped Helen thinking of her own plain room
+at home compared to this perfect little paradise.
+
+"Yes it is rather pretty" replied Gladys indifferently. all my rooms are
+on this landing you know!
+
+"How many have you?" asked Helen in surprise. "My sitting room is
+opposite this, and there is a dear little conservatory opening out of it
+in which I keep all my pet plants" replied Gladys "I think that is quite
+enough for one girl dont you?"
+
+"Quite" responded Helen "but where does Mr. Palsey sleep if you don't
+mind me asking."
+
+"Oh James has his appartments on the floor above this" said Gladys "now
+do take off your hat, and come and chat in my cosy corner" and she
+pointed to the richly cushioned seat as she spoke.
+
+Helen lay back in the seat and putting her hands behind her head she
+gazed wistfully round the room.
+
+"Well Helen" laughed Gladys "are you longing to see my other rooms?"
+
+"Oh no" replied Helen sadly, "this is quite lovely enough thank you,
+but Gladys darling do pray tell me what your parents said in the
+letter."
+
+"Oh yes" said Gladys, and jumping up she opened a handsome little
+morocoo writing desk and took from it a sheet of writing paper closely
+written.
+
+"This is it" she said sadly "I'll read it to you Helen, it makes me so
+miserable."
+
+Helen listened attentively while Gladys read in a most plaintive voice
+the following letter:
+
+
+                              "Speerin House
+                                       Endup Road,
+                                              Norwich.
+                                                 Oct. 17th.
+
+            MY DEAR GLADYS,
+
+          As may be imagined your foolish letter caused both
+          your father and I great displeasure. We both
+          consider your suspicions concerning James Palsey
+          totally unfounded, and from what you say we think
+          our niece Helen Winston must be a very foolish
+          girl to put such notions into your head. Of course
+          we pity her very much, as no doubt it is very sad
+          to have one's father murdered, but to tell you the
+          truth we think she must be a little off her head.
+          (Violent exclamations from Helen). Referring to
+          your letter again I see that you are determined
+          not to Marry James. Now Gladys you must see for
+          yourself how very nonsensical this idea is. James
+          has every means of making you happy and what is
+          more he is very very rich and is by no means
+          stingy with his money, as proof the lodgings you
+          are now in. I am sure he loves you very
+          passionately and he is both truthful and
+          honourable; (sarcastic smiles from both Helen and
+          Gladys), and what is the use of forsaking this
+          good man, whom you know and ourght to love, for
+          some horrible scrapegrace whom you choose to
+          consider faithful? Think over what I have said to
+          you and try and change your mind as regards James.
+          If you resolve to marry him your father and I are
+          quite willing for it to take place at once; if
+          however you persist in this obstinate behaviour,
+          remember you are cut off from our wills and we
+          will not have you in our house, neither will we
+          receive any letters from you. We are not ones to
+          encourage foolish suspicions, and are quite in
+          favour of James. You may write again and tell us
+          what you intend doing.
+
+                           Yours affectionate Mother,
+                                       ETHELREDA LINCARROL
+
+          P. S. We think the less you associate with Helen
+          Winston the better. Your sisters and brothers are
+          very upset and sincerely hope you will marry dear
+          James."
+
+"A most impertinant letter" cried Helen with burning cheeks and flaming
+eyes, "I had no idea my aunt was such a cruel, wicked person; I suppose
+she is in league with _him_," and she pointed in the direction she
+thought most likely Mr. Palsey had taken.
+
+"Oh hush Helen" said Gladys "you really have no right to speak like
+that!"
+
+"Yes I have" stormed Helen, "she dares to say I'm off my head; it is far
+more likely she is off hers."
+
+"Helen!" cried Gladys "I really wont allow you to say such things about
+my mother, it is most rude of you."
+
+"I dont care" replied Helen "if I am to be privately insulted in this
+way I declare I wont stand it, I have surely had enough trouble without
+this--this----"
+
+Whatever Helen intended to say she got no further, for she quite lost
+her self-control and burst out crying, her hot tears falling through her
+fingers and dropping on to her patent leather shoes. Poor Helen! it was
+indeed sad to have all the miseries of her past life recalled by a few
+thoughtless words expressed in a letter.
+
+Gladys who was sympathy itself, jumped up and ran to Helen's side.
+
+Putting her arms round her neck she kissed her, saying as she did so
+"never mind Helen dear, dont cry, I should not have hurt your feelings
+so, but cheer up and I'll tell you some news which will show you that we
+have _some_ friends, who are not on Mr. Palsey's side."
+
+Helen, who quickly got over her fits of sorrow dried her eyes and looked
+up.
+
+"What is it?" she asked.
+
+Gladys sat down again and opening her mother's letter said "you know
+what Mother says in the post-script, about my sisters and brothers being
+very upset and longing for me to marry James?"
+
+"Yes" answered Helen, "but how many have you got, I understood you were
+a very small family?"
+
+"Oh no, we are rather a large family" responded Gladys, "perhaps I had
+better tell you our names or you wont understand the news."
+
+"Yes please do" pleaded Helen.
+
+"Well I have three brothers and three sisters," said Gladys, "Lionel is
+the eldest of the family, he's about 25 or 26 I think, then there is
+Wilelmina, we always call her Minna, she is 24, then Lawrence is about
+23 I fancy. I am the next, and I suppose you know I have just come of
+age. Ethel and Elsie (the twins) are just 19, and Hugh is the youngest,
+he is between 17 and 18."
+
+"You all seem to have very fanciful names" said Helen.
+
+"Do we?" said Gladys "well Mother is just that kind you know, her name
+being Ethelreda Aurora, I suppose she thinks we ought to have fancy
+names."
+
+"Yes I suppose so" replied Helen, "I certainly think you have sweet
+names, Ethel and Elsie are very nice for twins, are they pretty?"
+
+"Ethel and Elsie?" asked Gladys "oh yes fairly so they are both fair you
+know."
+
+"You must be a fair family" replied Helen
+
+"You are fair yourself."
+
+"Oh no we're not" answered Gladys, "Minna is like a gipsy almost and the
+boys are all dark."
+
+"Really?" said Helen "well Gladys what about this wonderful piece of
+news?"
+
+"Oh yes" said Gladys, "well when Mother wrote that postscript, I dont
+believe she asked the others about it at all, because only the other
+evening, I got a letter from Lawrence, (he is my favourite) and it seems
+he is quite in favour of me _not_ marrying James."
+
+"How lovely!" exclaimed Helen.
+
+"I'll try and find the letter" said Gladys "it really is awfully nice,
+he says he never liked the looks of James and he quite believes my
+suspicions are right and he says he'll try and find out who murdered Mr.
+Winston if he can, and he strongly advises me to mary Lord Beaufort, (a
+friend of ours who has a regard for me). He also says that he will try
+and come to see me, Minna is very much of his oppinion too it seems, but
+I think that is because _she_ has her eye on James. The twins have not
+much to say in the matter except they think I am silly to miss such a
+chance, Lionel says so too, but then he is very high and mighty, you
+know, so of course he wants me to marry some one rich."
+
+"Well I dont see much good in looking for the letter now you have told
+me all the news" said Helen laughingly, as Gladys having turned her
+desk up side down, was rampaging about the bookcase.
+
+"I suppose its not much good" replied Gladys wearily, "well now Helen
+the question I want you to settle is this; what am I to write and tell
+Mother, and when am I to expect Lawrence?
+
+"Well my dear, as regards the latter question I am quite ignorant" said
+Helen "your brother may turn up today for all I know."
+
+"How jolly if he does" replied Gladys "it will be very awkward if James
+is at home, because if ever a man knew how to make himself disagreable
+James is that person."
+
+"Is he really?" exclaimed Helen "well I hope Lawrence will come today if
+that is the case, but now Gladys to business, you must write to your
+mother you know, and have you decided what you will say?"
+
+"Yes I have" said Gladys bravely "I will write at once and say that my
+suspicions are none the less keen, and on no plea whatever will I marry
+James."
+
+"Gladys, you are good!" cried Helen, while her friend's lips trembled
+and her eyes filled with tears, "but never mind dear" she added "you
+will be well rewarded one day, when you find yourself the happy wife of
+a good man, he may be rich too, because it is not always the bad that
+are rich."
+
+"I know" answered Gladys "and now Helen there is just time before lunch
+for me to write my letter."
+
+Arranging her writing table, Gladys sat down and wrote the following
+letter:
+
+
+                                     8, Down Terrace,
+                                                 Richmond.
+                                                Oct. 17th.
+
+             MY DEAREST MOTHER,
+
+          No words can express how sorry I am that my letter
+          should have caused you and father so much trouble.
+          My suspicions however have in no way diminished.
+          James is as bad as ever. He has a horrible
+          sneaking way of coming upstairs and he dreams too
+          and shouts out "oh why did I do it; murder!
+          robbery." So tonight I shall tell him that I have
+          found him out and could not possibly marry him. Of
+          course he will have nothing to do with me and I
+          shall be penniless, but as _you_ will have no more
+          to say to me, I suppose I am welcome to fall back
+          upon the kindness of my dearly beloved friend
+          Helen Winston. Now dear Mother, as this is the
+          last letter I shall ever write you, I beg that
+          you will give my very best love to dear Father and
+          all the rest, Remember me very kindly to all my
+          friends especially Lord Beaufort. Begging heartily
+          for your forgiveness (which I suppose you will
+          never grant me)
+
+                 I remain, your devoted daughter
+                                           _Gladys_.
+
+Having finished this epistle Gladys stamped and sealed it and handing it
+to Helen said: "You will post this on your way home wont you?"
+
+"Oh yes" said Helen and she placed the envelope in her pocket.
+
+"Now the next best thing to be done is, to go and see if lunch is ready
+exclaimed Gladys and leading the way, the two girls crossed the passage
+and entered a charming little drawing room. A fire burnt brightly in the
+grate and a table was spread in the middle of the room, on which a hot
+pheasant was waiting to be carved.
+
+"Is this a drawing room or a dining room" enquired Helen, looking at the
+pretty pictures, the sofa and various drawing room articles.
+
+"Both" replied Gladys "you see after meals, the flaps of this table are
+let down, an Indian silk cloth put upon it, and it is a sweet little
+table for the centre of a drawingroom,
+
+"How dodgy" cried Helen in delight. Lunch was soon over and the girls
+repaired to Gladys's bedroom, which was brighter and sunnier than the
+drawing-room. Taking their seats by the window, they both sank into
+silence.
+
+Gladys was the first to break it.
+
+"Helen" she said "when James comes home tonight, I shall tell him
+exactly what I think about this matter; and if he turns me out of the
+house, where can I go?"
+
+"Dont despair" said Helen "your brother may arrive before that.
+
+"Oh" said Gladys scornfully "its not likely; I must say Helen you are
+very unsympathetic, perhaps if you were living with the prospect of
+spending a night with no roof over your head, you would be nicer to me"
+
+"I am not nasty" returned Helen; if such a thing does happen that you
+dont know where to go, why you can come to me, you know you will be
+welcome; you see Gladys I've had so much trouble myself, that I find it
+easy to be calm during other peoples misery."
+
+"Well it appears you do" replied Gladys, "but anyhow you will surely
+help me pack my things, for if James turns me away I shall be quite
+ready to start."
+
+"Oh certainly" said Helen, and accordingly the next hour and a half was
+spent in turning out Gladys's wardrobes etc. and by the time the trunks
+were locked and the room set tidy, it was nearly tea-time.
+
+Mrs. Norton (the Landlady brought some buttered toast and tea into the
+bedroom, as it was more comfortable than the sitting room.
+
+"Oh dear it has commenced to rain" cried Gladys, and walking to the
+window she drew back the pretty muslin curtain.
+
+Helen followed and the two girls stood for a moment looking out of the
+window, through which a few rain-drops were splashing on to the thick
+Turkish carpet.
+
+Helens eyes wandered listlessly across the terrace gardens, but she did
+not take in the scene before her, as she gazed intently at the lively
+throng before her, her thoughts were far away in the dingy little
+home-office, and she was wondering if Cyril would permit Gladys to dwell
+under his roof.
+
+All of a sudden Gladys clutched hold of Helen's arm, and pointed to a
+figure in the street, which was coming quickly up the steps of the
+house.
+
+"Oh Helen he has come!" she cried "quick, quick we must come down
+stairs!"
+
+The two girls rushed to the door, but ere they had time to take a dozen
+steps, they were met at the top of the stairs by _Mr. Palsey_.
+
+Helen's cheeks and lips grew white as a sheet, and she crept behind the
+welcome shade of Gladys's back, as the gaze of the man she hated fell
+upon her.
+
+"What is the meaning of this?" hissed Mr. Palsey between his teeth.
+
+"The meaning of what?" enquired Gladys in a trembling voice.
+
+"This--this--most un-called-for visit?" cried Mr. Palsey pointing to
+where Helen stood trembling like a leaf in every limb.
+
+"It means" cried Gladys in a loud tone, "that I know all Mr. James
+Palsey, all your false deceitful ways, all your cruel treatment of my
+cousin Helen and above all the murder of her father, and the robbery of
+the safe!"
+
+Mr. Palsey grew livid with fury and fear, and clung for support to the
+bannisters.
+
+"Oh you know all that do you?" he enquired sardonically, "For once your
+imaginations have gone too far Miss Gladys Lincarrol, I did not murder
+Mr. Winston as it happens, perhaps his daughter can throw light on that
+subject."
+
+"What do you mean?" cried Helen fiercely.
+
+"What I say" replied Mr. Palsey.
+
+"If you mean to infer Mr Palsey "that Cyrill has had anything to do with
+the murder you are wrong, he is far too honourable for that."
+
+"Of course he is" said Mr. Palsey sarcastically.
+
+"Then dont talk about what you dont know anything about" retorted Helen.
+
+Mr. Palsey was about to reply, when Gladys interupted him, "well it is
+of no use to prolong matters James" she said "so I'll tell you straight
+what I mean; of course I shall not dream of becoming your wife after
+what I have discovered about you, and so I am going away; my parents
+will not have me at home, so I am going back with Helen Winston, till my
+brother Lawrence comes to fetch me, he will no doubt set me up
+comfortably and then I shall at least be free from your clutches, even
+if I am forced into marrying a poor man.
+
+Mr. Palsey turned an ashy grey and his cruel green eyes gleamed
+viciously "What?" he gasped "you say you're going away, going to leave
+the man who has never been anything but loving to you; I tell you, you
+shant do it, you young cat----" and seizing hold of Gladys's slender
+wrists he tried to force her back into the bedroom.
+
+Helen uttered a cry and with a blind idea of doing some good, she flung
+herself across Mr. Palsey's arms. Seeing his chance Mr. Palsey thrust
+Helen aside and tightning his grip on Gladys pinioned her to the wall,
+violently shaking her by the shoulders every time she opened her lips to
+speak.
+
+At this critical moment, a loud ring was heard at the door quickly
+followed by voices in the hall below, the next moment steps were heard
+hastily ascending the stairs. Before anyone could speak, Mr. Palsey felt
+himself violently punched in the back, and Gladys recovering herself in
+a moment sank sobbing into the arms of _her brother_.
+
+Lawrence Lincarrol was a tall, broad shouldered young man about 6 ft 2
+inches. His hair was dark, rather curly and plentiful and was parted at
+the side. He had dark blue eyes a dark moustache and great regularity
+of features, but there was no resemblance to Gladys in his face
+whatever. In age, our hero was about three and twenty.
+
+Having embraced his sister and shaken hands with Helen Lawrence turned
+his attention to Mr. Palsey who was shivering in the back-ground.
+
+"Well!" he cried, after scanning the villian from head to foot, "this is
+nice conduct I must say; may I ask what you were doing with my sister
+when I came in?"
+
+"Oh I was merely advising her to keep out of draughts," replied Mr.
+Palsey glaring at the newcomer with hatred in his eyes.
+
+"A most extraordinary way of giving your advice" replied Lawrence, "you
+were shaking her as if she was an animal."
+
+"She is obstinate" persisted Mr. Palsey.
+
+"Don't talk nonsense" cried Lawrence hotly, "a man who can contrive
+murders and robberies as well as you can, should be able to give a
+reasonable answer to a simple question, tell me at once, why you were
+shaking my sister in that horrible manner."
+
+"If you think you can master me Mr. Lincarrol" said Mr. Palsey, "you
+will soon find your mistake, stand out of my way or we shall come to
+blows."
+
+Lawrence did not move an inch, and Gladys and Helen waited with beating
+hearts, to see what would follow.
+
+Mr. Palsey's evil nature was roused in a moment with a cow-like jump,
+and with the fury of a lion, he sprang upon Lawrence, dealing him a
+terrible blow between the eyes.
+
+But in his rage Mr. Palsey had forgotten how much weaker and smaller he
+was than his combatant.
+
+With wonderful coolness, Lawrence siezed Mr. Palsey by the shoulders and
+after a brief struggle, succeeded in forcing him backwards into the
+drawing room where he locked the door and slipping the key into his
+pocket.
+
+"I did not wish to fight on a lodging house landing," he said turning to
+the girls "it might get talked about, Mr. Palsey will have time to grow
+cool locked in there for a little, I'll let him out soon."
+
+"Yes, dont forget" said Gladys "Mrs. Norton will think it so strange."
+
+"Well Gladys" said Helen "I really must go now; Cyril will be expecting
+me, and now that your brother has come you will be quite safe."
+
+"Oh Helen!" cried Gladys "you cant go yet, Lawrence what are we to do?"
+
+"I was going to tell you" replied Lawrence. "Lord Beaufort is living in
+London now, 26 Portman Square, and as he knows I am here too, he wants
+me to bring you Gladys to stay with him. I shall be there for a few days
+longer before I go home, but I dare say you and Lord Beaufort will have
+arranged matters by then.
+
+Gladys blushed hard and pretended not to hear.
+
+"We can all go to Holburn together by the next train" proceeded
+Lawrence, "and then when we have seen Miss Winston safely into a cab, we
+can drive to Portman Sq. where Lord Beaufort will be ready to receive
+us."
+
+It is very kind of you" said Helen "but I really feel very mean
+presuming upon you like this."
+
+"Not at all" replied Lawrence "it is the least we could do; and now
+Gladys if you are ready, we ought to be starting."
+
+"I shant be long" cried Gladys "I've only my things to put on, and my
+boxes to strap."
+
+"Well then I'll just go and see about a fly" replied Lawrence, glancing
+at his watch as he spoke, "you be ready by the time I get back will
+you?"
+
+"Oh yes" answered Gladys, and darting back into her bedroom she
+commenced to put on her hat and jacket while Helen wrote labels for the
+luggage.
+
+In a few moments Lawrence returned and running upstairs knocked at the
+bedroom door.
+
+"Oh come in" cried Gladys "I'm nearly ready."
+
+"Do hurry we've not so very much time" replied Lawrence, dragging out a
+large black trunk and carrying it to the landing where a cab man was
+waiting to take it down stairs.
+
+"Now, I'm ready" said Gladys, "come on Helen."
+
+"I am coming" replied Helen and picking up her umbrella, she followed
+the others downstairs.
+
+"Oh I say we must'nt forget Mr. Palsey" cried Lawrence "I can hear him
+muttering in there now, I expect he is awfully wild."
+
+"I expect he is" laughed Gladys.
+
+Lawrence produced the key from his pocket and was about to slip it
+quietly into the lock, when Helen interupted him: "Mr. Lincarrol" she
+said "dont you think it would be safer to give the key to Mrs. Norton,
+because if Mr. Palsey hears you opening the door he would be sure to get
+out and then there might be another scene."
+
+"So there might" replied Lawrence, "well I think that would be the best,
+come along Gladys, the sooner we get off the better."
+
+"Let me out, let me out" screamed Mr. Palsey from within the drawing
+room, "I'll tell the police of it; let me out this instant."
+
+"Have patience" shouted Lawrence, but his words were hardly audible for
+Mr. Palsey was releiving his feelings by kicking violently at the door.
+
+"The hall door was open, and Mrs. Norton was standing by it waiting for
+her lodgers to come down.
+
+"Well miss this is short notice" she began in an injured tone.
+
+"I am very sorry" replied Gladys "but I have to leave in a great hurry,
+I would have let you know before had it been possible," and she handed a
+few soverigns to the land lady.
+
+"By the by Mrs. Norton" began Lawrance "here is the key of your drawing
+room, Mr. Palsey is in there for reasons which I dont see fit to mention
+now, but as I found him assaulting a lady when I arrived I shall see fit
+to inform the police and no doubt you will be kind enough to take charge
+of the key until my return."
+
+"Oh yes sir" replied Mrs. Norton, who had no great devotion for that
+cross-grained Mr. Palsey as she called him "you can trust me fully."
+
+"Thank you" replied Lawrence, noting down Mrs. Norton's name and address
+in his memoranda as he spoke.
+
+A cab drew up at the door at that moment and the landlady and parlour
+maid both walked down the steps with their lodgers.
+
+"Am I to expect you back at any particular time sir?" enquired Mrs.
+Norton.
+
+"I cant say for certain" answered Lawrence, "but I will probably be back
+sometime tonight."
+
+"Very well sir, I'll keep the key safe in my pocket till then" and Mrs.
+Norton slipped the key into its receptable.
+
+"The old station" cried Lawrence and jumping into the cab he shut the
+door with a bang.
+
+The journey passed off very successfully, Helen and Gladys both taking a
+doze in the train and waking up quite fresh at Holburn Station.
+
+"I must go to the Police Station at once" said Lawrence "so I will see
+you both started first; what is your address Miss Winston?"
+
+"I could easily walk" replied Helen blushing, "but if you would rather I
+drove the address is 132, Cannon Street."
+
+Lawrence hailed two hansoms "now Gladys jump in as you have further to
+go" he said, "26, Portman Square" he added to the cabman, who touched
+his hat and drove off in an instant.
+
+The second hansom was waiting and drew close up to the curb as the other
+drove off. "132, Cannon Street, shouted Lawrence, "goodbye Miss Winston,
+be sure and write to Gladys if you are in trouble, I am going there
+myself late tonight as unfortunately I must go back to Richmond to see
+about Mr. Palsey."
+
+"Thank you very very much" replied Helen the tears gathering in her
+pretty eyes as she spoke. But she soon wiped them away and leaning back
+in the comfortable hansom she commenced to hum a little tune as she
+arranged her ruffled hair at the little looking glass. Little did she
+dream how very soon she would have to avail herself of Lawrence's offer.
+
+A dismal sleet had begun to fall and being tired Helen was not sorry
+when the hansom stopped at the dreary looking office. Lawrence had
+already paid the man so Helen had only to collect her parcels and get
+out.
+
+A light was shining in the office room and also in Cyril's bed-room
+which was just above it.
+
+"How very strange" thought Helen as she mounted the steps. Before she
+had time to lay her hand on the bell the door was violently opened from
+within and there stood Netherby, looking very pale and trembling from
+head to foot.
+
+"Oh come in Miss, do come in" he cried in an agitated voice as Helen
+stood staring at his strange appearance.
+
+"Why Netherby, what _is_ the matter?" cried Helen entering the passage
+and closing the door behind her.
+
+"Oh dont ask me miss, please dont let me be the first to tell you" cried
+Netherby and the poor man clung for support to the door handle.
+
+"Very well, dont distress yourself" said Helen kindly and calmly and
+seeing there was no more information to be got from him, she entered the
+office.
+
+It seemed to be in a state of utter confusion; papers littered the whole
+room, Cyril's tea stood untouched by his desk, and Cyril's own private
+chest was wide open and Wilson the other clerk was cooly reading the
+papers and documents within. He glanced over his shoulder as Helen
+entered and with an insolent grin returned to the parchment in his hand.
+
+All Helen's pride and dignity was roused in a moment.
+
+"Wilson!" she cried with an impatient movement of her hands, but keeping
+perfectly cool the while "oblige me by telling me the meaning of this
+conduct."
+
+"The explanation is there" replied the clerk pointing to a half sheet of
+paper lying on the desk.
+
+It was a common bit of ruled paper and by the ragged edge had evidently
+been hastily torn from a note book; a pin was run through the top of
+the paper showing it had been attached to something.
+
+"Where did you find this" enquired Helen before reading it.
+
+"We found it pinned to Mr. Sheene's desk addressed to you miss," replied
+Netherby who had entered the room, "it was Mrs. Marshland who told us to
+open it.
+
+"Very well" said Helen, and she read as follows.
+
+          "Darling. When you see this I shall probably be
+          miles away. This is written to bid you goodbye as
+          it is not likely we shall meet again. When you
+          read my story try and forgive me; for in spite of
+          all I always loved you and ever will.
+
+                                               CYRIL SHEENE.
+
+This strange epistle was hastily scrawled in pencil and the signature
+was very shaky, but Helen knew the writing in a minute, it was
+undoubtedly Cyril's.
+
+"It is not likely we shall meet again!!"
+
+The words ran through Helen's bewildered head and repeated themselves
+again and again. Cyril, whom she had loved so dearly and belived in so
+faithfully had gone away, left her alone in the cruel heartless world;
+Cyril whom she had never even had course or reason to call dishonourable
+had written himself to ask her to try and forgive him. What did it mean?
+And the story, where was the story?" The room seemed to swim round;" we
+shall not meet again, "try and forgive me" The story where is the story?
+And then all was darkness and Helen remembered no more.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 26
+
+A REMOVAL TO PORTMAN SQUARE
+
+
+When Helen recovered she found herself lying in a large comfortable bed
+propped up with pillows. The room was large, cheerful and beautifully
+furnished. A small table covered with a white cloth was by the bedside
+with medicine bottles upon it. A bright fire burnt in the grate. The
+blinds were down and warm red curtains pulled across the large bow
+window.
+
+A small lamp was carefully placed where no light or glare could reach
+the bed and the very atmosphere of the room spoke of extreme comfort.
+
+A nurse, in a white cap and apron was gliding noislessly about the room
+arranging things here and there.
+
+For a moment Helen lay quite still staring about her plerpexedly, but on
+making a slight movement in the bed the nurse turned round, "So you are
+awake at last miss?" she said in a slow gentle voice, "do you know you
+have slept quite quietly for three hours."
+
+"Where are am I?" asked Helen gazing from the kind face of the nurse
+around the strange room.
+
+"You are in Lord Beaufort's house in Portman Square" replied the nurse.
+
+"Lord Beaufort?" repeated Helen, "I have heard the name before."
+
+"Yes you have" said the nurse, "Miss Lincarrol is here you know, and her
+brother, and your old servant Mrs. Marshland, so you see no one has
+deserted you."
+
+"Except Cyril" sighed Helen.
+
+"You must not think of that now" replied the nurse soothingly, "all you
+have to do is rest and keep quiet; I expect Miss Lincarrol will be up
+soon, she has come twice already only you were asleep, now take your
+medicine and then lay quiet; you will hear all the story soon from
+other lips than mine."
+
+Thus reassured Helen took her cooling draught and lay down, patiently
+awaiting any visitor who would enlighten her as to past events. Her
+thoughts naturally enough wandered back to the episode of Cyril's
+departure and she was getting extremely restless, much to the nurse's
+dismay, when the door softly opened and Gladys appeared in the room.
+
+With a smile she instantly ran to the bedside and Helen tried to raise
+herself to greet her friend, but her head instantly swam round and she
+fell back on the pillow, white and gasping. The nurse gave her a dose of
+medicine and she quickly came to herself again.
+
+"You must not try to exert yourself too much" said the nurse kindly, "it
+will do you no good, and will only hinder your recovery."
+
+"Very well" said Helen faintly, "but how is it I get so queer?"
+
+"Because your head is in a weak state" replied the nurse, "and it will
+probable injure you very much to rampage."
+
+It would take too long to relate the history of Helen's illness as Helen
+heard it from Gladys's lips, with all the details and exagertions, so
+we will go back a little bit and see what happened after Helen swooned
+away.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 27
+
+THE CONTENTS OF THE CHEST
+
+
+As soon as Netherby (the clerk) saw what had happened he at once called
+for Marshland, who was sitting in the parlour in a state of utter
+collapse. On hearing that her precious Miss Helen had fainted, the good
+old woman ran at once to the office room.
+
+Helen lay perfectly white and still upon the floor with Cyril's fatal
+letter clenched in her hand. Marshland instantly knelt down and placed
+her head at Helen's heart. "She is not dead" she cried triumphantly.
+
+"What can we do?" asked Netherby in a shaky voice.
+
+"I'll tell you" said Marshland getting up off the floor, you must take a
+cab and drive as fast as you can to Portman Square number 26, Miss
+Lincarrol is staying there with Lord Beaufort and I think her brother
+too; they are all staunch friends of Miss Helen's I know they will come
+at once, we can make no move, friendless as we are, without the help of
+Mr. Lincarrol or some one."
+
+"Stop a bit" cried Netherby regaining his courage all of a sudden;
+something tells me the story Mr. Sheene speaks of in his letter is
+somewhere in the private chest, and as it is evidently meant for Miss
+Winston's private reading, I'll trouble you Mr. Wilson to let those
+papers alone and give me up the key."
+
+"What right have you to the key any more than me?" asked Wilson
+sullenly.
+
+"None I suppose" replied Netherby "but I know that you are subjecting
+yourself to the penalty of the law by ransacking that private chest, "I
+shall inform the police if you dont instantly deliver the key."
+
+Netherby's altered manner rather cowed Wilson so very sulkily he gave up
+the key.
+
+Then with a set determination Netherby collected all the papers etc:
+which Wilson had strewn over the desks tying them firmly together placed
+them back in the chest.
+
+"Have you any more?" asked he before locking the chest.
+
+"No" stoutly declared Mr. Wilson.
+
+"I'm not so eager to belive you" replied Netherby.
+
+"Why not?" enquired Wilson savagely.
+
+"Because you're not extra fond of the truth" replied Netherby "and I'd
+rather satisfy myself that you have no more papers about you before I
+lock the chest."
+
+"You'd better dare lay a finger on me" hissed Wilson.
+
+"I dont want to" replied Netherby "but if you really have taken nothing,
+what is your objection to letting me see the contents of your pocket?"
+
+"Oh I'll let you see the contents drawled Wilson and he proceeded to
+place a few articles on the desk.
+
+Netherby was beginning to satisfy himself it was alright, when he
+noticed Wilson shuffling about with the inner pocket of his coat.
+
+"Hurry up" exclaimed Netherby impatiently.
+
+"Alright" cried Wilson nervously drawing out a rather dirty
+handkerchief; but fate was against him and with the handkerchief came a
+roll of bank notes.
+
+Marshland gave a cry as she beheld the sight of the unhappy Wilson slink
+into a corner.
+
+Netherby collected the notes placed them in the desk and without a word
+put on his hat and went out. In less that five minutes he returned
+accompanied by two policemen, who on a sign from Netherby advanced to
+Wilson and before the astonished man could say a word he found himself
+handcuffed and carefully guarded by the two officials.
+
+Netherby and Marshland then gave an exact account of what had taken
+place and Netherby ended by saying "you see Wilson if you had shut the
+chest when I told you and concealed nothing I should have been the last
+to call the police, but when it came to robbing the chest in justice to
+Miss Winston I had to do my duty."
+
+Wilson was too utterly dazed to say a word, and in a few moments
+Netherby, not liking to leave the house sent a messenger to portman
+Square.
+
+In a couple of hours a cab drew up at the door, and out got Lawrence
+Lincarrol, Lord Beaufort, and a short thin man, who turned out to be
+Cyril Sheene's solicitor.
+
+On hearing the story, Lord Beaufort said that Helen was to be taken at
+once to his house and that Marshland should accompany her. Accordingly
+the unconscious girl was lifted into the brougham and accompanied by
+the old servant drove off. "Your things shall be sent on" said Lord
+Beaufort to Marshland as he helped her into the cab "and a trained nurse
+shall be got for Miss Winston, meanwhile my servants quite understand
+what is to be done."
+
+Then the cab drove off and Lord Beaufort entered the office.
+
+Lawrence and Mr. Spriggs (the solicitor) were both busy interviewing
+Netherby, who now that he had done his duty and shown much good sence
+had relapsed into his old nervous state.
+
+We had here better describe Lord Beaufort and Mr. Spriggs.
+
+Lord Beaufort was a half Spaniard, his mother being of that nationality
+and his father (who was dead) an Englishman.
+
+He took after his mother in looks. He was moderately tall and thin and
+might have been eight and thirty. He had straight black hair and beard
+and moustache, to match, the former being small and well cut, not the
+bushy kind. His handsome dark eyes were quite those of a foreigner and
+his teeth were beautifully white. He was particularly well dressed and
+even to his boots.
+
+Very different indeed was Mr. Spriggs. A thin wiry little man about 5
+feet 2 inches, with thin sandy coloured hair (a trifle bald), twinkly
+little blue eyes, a very pink face and carroty coloured moustache. He
+was attired in a rough tweed suit with knickaboccers, a turn down
+collar, very untidily put on, thick grey stockings, clumping boots, a
+green tie, and a dear stalker cap drawn well on to his head.
+
+"Well the first thing to be done" said Mr. Spriggs in jerky tones "is to
+open the chest, and I being the solicitor will proceed to do it," and he
+stalked accross the room with a very high and mighty air and made a
+great commotion with the keys.
+
+The chest being opened the contents were carefully examined. A blue
+envelope was first opened and contained the following information.
+
+"This is to say that I, Cyril Sheene leave all my money, which is all in
+bank notes to my intended Helen Winston; it is not very much and does
+not exceed L150 but still I hope it will do as I can't afford any more.
+Dated August 11th."
+
+This was all written in violet coloured ink by Cyril himself; but at the
+bottom of the paper a few lines were hastily scrawled in pencil.
+
+"I hereby add that all my share of the money I stole from Mr. John
+Winston is in the black leather bag at the back of the chest. Helen will
+recognise the bag. Not a farthing has been spent and it is all to go to
+Helen. Dated October 14.
+
+"That was written on the day of Mr. Sheene's departure announced Mr.
+Spriggs as he replaced the paper in its envelope, and this is the bag I
+suppose," he added dragging at a black leather bundle in a remote corner
+of the chest.
+
+The bag it certainly was and on being opened L100 in ready gold tumbled
+on to the desk, and with it a slip of paper on which the reader will
+remember John Winston had written, "all this gold is bequeathed to my
+daughter Helen on the day when I shall be called upon to die," and was
+sealed with the writer's prifate seal.
+
+Nothing else of great importance appeared except a bundle of white
+manuscript carefully tied up and sealed, addressed to Helen and marked
+"private."
+
+"I know what that is!" cried Netherby excitedly "it is the story Mr.
+Sheene wrote about, look here sir" and he picked up Cyril's letter which
+had dropped from Helen's hand when she was lifted into the cab.
+
+Mr. Spriggs carefully read the letter and placed it in the chest, "ah
+yes" he said addressing Lord Beaufort and Lawrence, "that story is
+evidently for Miss Winston's private eye, so it must be locked up till
+she is able to read it."
+
+"Which wont be for a good while judging from her present condition,"
+said Lawrence, "but now to business, what about this office, it is a
+difficult matter to carry it on without Mr. Sheene."
+
+"As far as I can see, it must be kept on till Miss Winston's recovery"
+replied Mr. Spriggs "if no more news is heard of Mr. Sheene till then
+well Miss Winston can come and procure her money and various other
+papers which will of course be hers and then this place can be sold."
+
+"Yes" said Lord Beaufort and I suppose Mr. Netherby will be the head
+man till then.
+
+"Well yes" replied Mr. Spriggs "he must certainly be here to look after
+the place, and of course I shall look in occasionally to see all goes
+well; another young man can be got to be under Mr. Netherby as Mr.
+Wilson has gone to prison for attempted robbery; do you agree to that
+Mr. Netherby?"
+
+"Oh yes sir" eagerly replied the clerk, who would not have disagreed for
+the world.
+
+"And if it comes to the place being sold" added Lord Beaufort "you can
+come to me Mr. Netherby, I may have arranged something by then"
+
+"Thank you very much sir" replied Netherby and after a few more matters
+had been arranged the three men left the office leaving Netherby in
+charge.
+
+By the time Lord Beaufort and Lawrence got back home, a doctor had seen
+Helen. He said that when she recovered her senses, perfect rest and
+quiet would be all she needed, her brain being in a dazed condition. She
+would not be able to leave her bed for some time probably though nothing
+serious was the matter.
+
+Helen remained unconscious all night and next day she was very
+delirious but towards 4 o'clock she dropped asleep and woke up about
+seven o'clock, her right senses returned to her, but still in a weak
+condition.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 28
+
+THE PROPOSAL
+
+
+It was not untill the evening after Helen's recovery that Lawrence and
+Lord Beaufort had an oppertunity of conversing together.
+
+Mulberry Beaufort was seated in his luxurious study partaking of some
+Burgundy wine and reading a detective story, when the door opened and
+Lawrence, entered, tired after a long day in the city.
+
+"Well Mulberry" he said throwing himself down in an arm chair and
+lighting a cigar, "no news of Sheene in the Star I suppose?"
+
+"Not a word" replied Mulberry, "it is a most misterious affair
+altogether."
+
+"Yes the odd part of it is that Palsey has made off too" answered
+Lawrence.
+
+"You dont mean that!" cried Mulberry.
+
+"Yes I do" said Lawrence, "it appears the villain got off while I was
+away; you know I locked him in the drawing room and as the landlady had
+the key he would not have made his exit in that way.
+
+"No" replied Mulberry "he certainly could not but you forget the
+window."
+
+"No I dont" responded Lawrence, "that is just where he did get out, for
+when I opened the door of the drawing room, the window was wide open at
+the bottom, and a bit of rope was fastenned to a hook on the window
+ledge and hanging out of the window, so the wreatch made his escape that
+way; it is a wonder he was not detected for the police are every where
+on the look out for him and I am sure if ever a man deserved the gallows
+he does."
+
+"Yes indeed" replied Mulberry lazily puffing at his cigar "but in my
+opinion the disappearance of Sheene is the most extraordinary it was so
+very sudden and unexpected, but it was not at all an unlikely thing for
+Palsey to do, he was so angry at being locked in."
+
+"My idea is" answered Lawrence "that they both had their own reasons for
+wishing to leave so abruptly. I shouldnt be at all supprised if the
+villian Palsey knowing the police were on his track, dropped some hint
+as to Sheene's share in the murder and so got the blame partly shifted
+from himself."
+
+"Then you think Sheene did share in the murder do you?" asked Mulberry,
+his black eyes flashing.
+
+"I do" replied Lawrence, "I bet you a shilling that story of Sheene's
+will reveal everything. It strikes me Sheene made off on account of the
+police too----"
+
+"Well I only hope Miss Winston will soon be well enough to read the
+story" replied Mulberry.
+
+"I hope so too responded Lawrence heartily.
+
+"I suppose Netherby still stays at the office?" enquired Mulberry.
+
+"Oh yes" answered Lawrence, "but it will be a good thing for him as soon
+as he can leave, he gets very little pay and he is really a very good
+fellow indeed."
+
+"Yes he is" rejoined Mulberry "I will try and get something for him as
+soon as possible."
+
+Just then the door opened and in came Gladys looking very pretty in her
+evening dress of rose coloured silk.
+
+She blushed on seeing the two men, but came forward gracefully enough.
+
+"I came to see if you were coming into the drawing room" she said
+"dinner will soon be ready and I have just been to see Helen."
+
+"Oh how is she?" asked Lawrence.
+
+"Better I think" replied Gladys "I am going up again after dinner."
+
+"Well I will come to the drawing room" said Mulberry putting aside his
+tumbler.
+
+"Will you come too Lawrence?"
+
+"Not yet thanks" replied Lawrence "I have a letter to write, I will join
+you at dinner"
+
+"We expect a few guests tonight" said Mulberry.
+
+"Oh" said Lawrence "I'll change presently."
+
+Mulberry opened the door and he and Gladys betook themselves from the
+study.
+
+Alone in the beautiful drawing room with the light from the tall
+standing lamp falling on her fair features, Mulberry Beaufort became
+entranced with Gladys's beauty.
+
+He stood gazing into her lovely blue eyes with his own black ones, till
+he could contain himself no longer.
+
+"Gladys darling" he exclaimed passionately seizing her small white hand
+"I love you."
+
+Gladys blushed and tried to hide her face but Mulberry caught her other
+hand and kept his eyes full on her.
+
+"Answer me Gladys" cried the lover "I love you so much and if you will
+only be my wife my happiness will be complete."
+
+"Oh Lord Beaufort" cried Gladys "this is so unexpected."
+
+"Call me Mulberry!" he almost whispered.
+
+"Well Mulberry" murmured Gladys "I really dont know what to say."
+
+"Think darling" cried Mulberry, "surely you dont wish to crush all hope
+and happiness out of my life, my heart beats only for you Gladys, you
+dont wish to stop it do you?"
+
+"Oh no" earnestly replied Gladys.
+
+"Then may I take that as your acceptation of me?" enquired Mulberry.
+
+"I think you may" replied Gladys softly.
+
+Mulberry was too overpowered with joy to say a word, he merely clasped
+her in his arms and drew her head on to his shoulder, where it lay in a
+state of bliss for the space of three minutes.
+
+At length she slowly raised it and Mulberry taking one of her hands
+pressed it tight saying, "then darling, we may consider ourselves
+engaged?"
+
+"Yes Mulberry!" murmered Gladys.
+
+"Then dear accept this as a token" said Mulberry and as he spoke he
+slipped a handsome diamond and saphire ring on her finger.
+
+She had scarcely recovered her astonishment and pleasure when the butler
+entered announcing Mr. and Mrs. Vermont.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 29
+
+THE DINNER PARTY
+
+
+The Hon: Mr. and Mrs. Vermont were only the first of great numbers who
+flocked to Lord Beaufort's house that evening. By the time the dinner
+gong sounded the large drawing room was filled with ladies and gentlemen
+many of whom had brought instruments to play, as Mulberry intended it to
+be a musical evening.
+
+Mulberry eyed Gladys lovingly as he gave his arm to Mrs. Murry and
+escorted her to the dining room.
+
+The dinner table was a sight to behold!
+
+Pink was the colour chosen for the evening.
+
+The daintily arranged menus were set in white porcelain frames on which
+pink roses were beautifully painted. In the centre of the table stood a
+valuable vase in which large pink roses were arranged. The numerous wax
+candles were covered with pink shades, and among the ferns and plants
+which adorned the room hung little pink electric lights; and everything
+that could be was ornemented with pink satin ribbon and bunches of
+roses.
+
+It may here be said that owing to Helen's illness Lord Beaufort had not
+had late dinner so the sight was quite new to Gladys.
+
+Three footmen with powdered hair and chocolate and drab livery were in
+attendance.
+
+"Oh Mulberry what is this?" asked Gladys, pointing to one of the menus.
+
+"Oh that is the menu of my table d'hote" replied Mulberry carelessly,
+"this is of nightly recurrence."
+
+"How delightful!" cried Gladys and sitting down she carefully studied
+her menu:
+
+                      MENU DU DINER.
+
+                 Wednesday, October 20th
+                       ----------
+                    Hors d'[oe]vres.
+                   Consomme Parsanne.
+                    Creme d'asperges.
+                      Sole normande.
+               Selle de mouton a l'anglaise.
+               Jambon de York a la Zingara.
+                  Pommes maitre d'hotel.
+                   Poularde a la broche.
+                     Salade de saison.
+                      Glace marigan.
+                            or
+                     Gateaux Mignons.
+                          Fromage.
+                          Dessert.
+
+    THE SECOND ENTREE MAY BE EXCHANGED FOR MACARONI.
+
+As can be imagined the dinner took a good time, but when at length it
+drew to a close the company proceeded to the drawing room where they
+settled down for some good music. Mr. Vermont was the first to
+contribute to the entertainment. He played "Intermezzo" as a solo
+violin, and the beautiful melody only added to both Mulberry's and
+Gladys's happiness. Many others also played and sang, and at last by
+dint of great persuasion Gladys consented to sing. She had a magnificent
+clear soprano voice and as he listened Mulberry Beaufort fairly trembled
+for joy.
+
+In the midst of the proceedings the dowegar Lady Beaufort entered
+(Mulberry's mother). She looked a great deal older than she was but she
+was still very handsome.
+
+Her hair was silvery white, but her eyes and complexion were very dark,
+and she very much resembled her son. She was attired entirely in black
+silk and white lace.
+
+The reader may think it strange that Lady Beaufort did not make her
+appearance at the table d'hote but to tell the truth she considered
+herself rather too old for such things, her age being 75. She generally
+partook of a plate of fricassed ham and a glass of sherry, by her own
+fireside, but the last two nights she had partaken of her meal with
+Helen.
+
+During her repast she usually read Household Hints and then on coming
+into the drawing room she had plenty to talk about. She had given her
+son a great deal of hints as to how he should propose and now hearing
+that he was accepted she made her way to where Gladys was sitting and
+proceeded to give her some advice as to her future housekeeping. It
+rather bored Gladys but being so far very high in Lady Beauforts
+estimation, she tried her best to look interested.
+
+At about 10-30, Lady Beaufort got up and played God save the queen on
+the piano and several of guests joined in the chorus on their violins
+and harps, soon after which, the people began to depart.
+
+"Shall you have guests tomorrow night Mulberry?" enquired Gladys as
+soon as the last visitor had strayed from the drawing room.
+
+"No dear I dont think so, they tire me if I have them every night"
+replied Mulberry.
+
+"But you'll have the dinner I suppose?" eagerly asked Gladys.
+
+"Of course" replied Mulberry with a shrug of the shoulders "as I told
+you Gladys it is a nightly performance here."
+
+"How nice!" gasped Gladys "well now Mulberry dear I will go and see how
+Helen is; shall I say good night now?"
+
+"If it pleases you dear" answered Mulberry.
+
+Gladys kissed him fondly and then turned to Lady Beaufort who
+accompanied her upstairs.
+
+Lawrence and Mulberry then retired to the study for another glass of
+burgandy before going to bed.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 30
+
+THE DAWN OF LOVE
+
+
+Some few weeks had elapsed since the aforesaid dinner party took place
+and day by day Helen grew stronger, till at length Dr. Durham pronounced
+her to be well enought to get up; in fact he went so far as to say that
+a drive in the fresh air would do her good. As may be imagined it was a
+happy day for everybody, when Helen attired in her new winter clothes
+made her appearance in the large hall, ready for her first drive in the
+open air since her illness commenced.
+
+Gladys was also there and the nurse whom Mulberry had thought it
+advisable to keep a little longer.
+
+It was a nice bright day such as is seldom seen in the month of
+November. The victoria stood at the door and the two beautifully groomed
+bay horses were pauing the ground, eager to be off. Mulberry and
+Lawrence saw them safely off and then as they turned into the study
+Mulberry said "I think if Miss Winston is well enough, it would be a
+good thing to drive to Cannon Street this afternoon and see about
+reading that story of Sheenes."
+
+"I think so too" replied Lawrence.
+
+Neither of the men seemed at all inclined to settle down and after
+wandering about a good deal, Mulberry threw himself down in a chair and
+gave a yawn. There was silence for a little while and at last Lawrence
+unexpectedly broke it by saying "I say Mulberry how long is it since
+you and Gladys Lincarrol have been engaged?"
+
+Mulberry turned a dull red and began to light his pipe. "Why do you want
+to know?" he stammered at last.
+
+"I'll tell you presently" replied Lawrence with a smile.
+
+"Well I think it is about three or four weeks" answered Mulberry
+shuffling about from one leg to the other.
+
+"Is that all?" enquired Lawrence.
+
+"Yes" replied Mulberry, "now tell me why you wanted to know.
+
+It was now Laurence's turn to grow embarresed, "well the truth is" he
+said at length "I am thinking of proposing to Helen Winston, and as I
+have had no experience I would like a few hints as to how I should go."
+
+Mulberry laughed "well you should go to my mother for hints" he replied
+"she helped me very much during my little romance."
+
+"Well I am afraid it would hardly do for me to go up and ask Lady
+Beaufort to give me some hints, as I am about to propose" replied
+Lawrence "she would be very much taken aback I should think."
+
+"Not she" answered Mulberry with a shrug of his shoulders" she would
+take it quite as a matter of course; but still if you dont care to ask
+her, why not scribble her a note describing your position and I'll send
+one of the maids up with it; why she would write you pages of advice."
+
+"I dont want as much as all that" cried Lawrence "I want just a few
+gentle hints as to how to be loving and look as if I was in ernest."
+
+"Well why not write to my mother?" again repeated Mulberry.
+
+"It would look so silly" said Lawrence "and yet I'm hard up for advice
+and _you_ dont seem inclined to give me any"
+
+"No, because you'd get it much better and more original from my mother"
+replied Mulberry.
+
+"Well then I'll risk writing" said Laurence getting up as he spoke "but
+mind if Lady Beaufort is annoyed you must take the consequences because
+I should never have dreamt of doing this without you."
+
+"Oh I'll answer for the consequences" said Mulberry with an amused smile
+as his friend sat down and taking a sheet of crested note paper
+proceeded to pen the following lines:
+
+            LADY BEAUFORT
+
+          I hope you will excuse the liberty I take in
+          writing you these few words--but speaking honestly
+          I am in the very same difficulty as your son was a
+          little time ago and out of which you so cleaverly
+          helped him. Would it be asking too much of you to
+          do the same for me. I am about to propose to Helen
+          Winston and dont quite know how to express myself.
+          I want it to be quite a short proposal and one
+          quickly got through. Do you advise me to do it out
+          of doors or in. I am afraid I should get so
+          nervous in a drawing room, but of course it is
+          just as you think best. Might I have an answer to
+          this as soon as possible please.
+
+                                      Believe me,
+                                         Yours faithfully
+                                     LAWRENCE E. G. LINCARROL.
+
+"Here now if Lady Beaufort turns that to ridicule its not my fault cried
+Lawrence hastily screwing his epistle into a cocked hat.
+
+"No of course not" replied Mulberry encouragingly ringing the bell as he
+spoke, "now when the butler comes I'll tell him to send it up at once
+and mark my words Lawrence you'll have a reply within three minutes from
+now."
+
+"I feel an awful ass" responded Lawrence throwing the note on the table
+"but now I'm going out for a bit perhaps as you say I shall find an
+answer waiting for me when I come back."
+
+"No doubt of it" said Mulberry and with that Lawrence disappeared into
+the hall.
+
+The day was beautifully fine as I said before so Lawrence walked further
+than he had at first meant to and coming back he met Helen, Gladys and
+Mrs. Chizzle the nurse and at Helen's request he got into the carriage
+and made one of the party home.
+
+Helen looked quite her old self again. The same bright red colour was on
+her cheeks and the old light in her eyes.
+
+"I think the drive has done you good Miss Winston" remarked Lawrence
+noting the change in her face.
+
+"Yes, I feel so much better" answered Helen "we drove all round Hyde
+Park and the air is really lovely for London."
+
+"It is" replied Lawrence and then turning to the nurse he added "I
+should think you are pleased with the progress your patient is making."
+
+"Yes" assented Mrs. Chizzle "I am."
+
+"Do you think Miss Winston, you are well enough to drive to Cannon
+Street this afternoon and read Mr. Sheene's "story"? enquired Lawrence.
+
+"Perfectly" replied Helen with a smile.
+
+Lawrence was astounded, "you must be prepared for bad news" he said.
+
+"I am already prepared" said Helen.
+
+"For the very worst?" queried Lawrence.
+
+"For anything" returned Helen
+
+"That's alright then" replied Lawrence.
+
+"Mulberry and I are going to tea with the Vermonts this afternoon, but
+we need not start till 4 o'clock" said Gladys.
+
+"It would'nt matter if you were a little late" answered Lawrence.
+
+Just then the victoria stopped and after having helped the ladies to
+alight, Lawrence went quickly to the study where as Lord Beaufort had
+predicted an envelope lay waiting to be opened addressed to Lawrence in
+the dowegor lady Beaufort's hand writing.
+
+Lawrence blushed as he took up the bulky package and retired with it to
+the privacy of his own bedroom, where we will leave him to read it in
+silence.
+
+A copy of the letter is given below:
+
+
+                                              Nov. 4th 18--
+
+             DEAR MR. LINCARROL
+
+          It is with great pleasure that I comply with your
+          wishes. It is not the first time I have been
+          appealed to under such circumstances. There is an
+          art in proposing as well as in every thing. If you
+          are liable to nervousness, do not propose indoors.
+          There is a very nice little nook in the back
+          garden by the crocus bed, where my own romance
+          took place. It is quite unfrequented from 11 to 1
+          and from 3 to 6.
+
+          Be careful not to be too sudden or you will make
+          the girl shy, but do it by degrees. Keep as close
+          to her as you can after she has accepted (which if
+          you manage it with tact she is sure to do) draw
+          her to you and murmer soft words.
+
+          If you wish for more details do not hesitate to
+          write to me. Wishing you every success.
+
+                               I remain
+                                    Yours etc.
+                                          CRISTINA BEAUFORT.
+
+Lawrence folded the above and carefully put it in his blotting pad, and
+then with a sigh of relief he brushed his hair and went down to lunch.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 31
+
+
+Helen was pronounced quite well enough to drive to the office that
+afternoon; so accordingly the victoria was again brought to the front
+door and Helen, Lawrence and Mulberry all got in. It was not considered
+necessary for Gladys to go too.
+
+On arriving at Cannon Street Netherby opened the door of the office, for
+he expected them all the morning. Mr. Spriggs (the solicitor) was there
+too.
+
+Helen was soon seated at the desk and the roll of paper, containing
+Cyril's story was untied amidst a breathless silence.
+
+It was very touchingly written and stated how Cyril, led away by Mr.
+Palsey, had contrived to find out where Mr. Winston kept his money; and
+how, still under Mr. Palsey's influence had gone up to Warwick to plan
+the murder of poor John Winston. He fully acknowledged his guilt, but
+declared over and over again that he never would have done it without
+Mr. Palsey's aid. It ended by a heartfelt intreaty for forgiveness.
+
+Helen's voice faltered a little in places, but she never really broke
+down till the last word had fallen from her lips, then she sobbed
+softly, while Mr. Spriggs bustled about and put away the papers.
+
+Lawrence took Helen's hand and tried to comfort her but it seemed
+useless.
+
+Meanwhile Lord Beaufort sought out Netherby and engaged him as footman.
+The poor man was highly delighted for he was getting no pay at present
+and as every one knew Mulbery Beaufort was not at all scanty in the way
+of wages.
+
+Helen seemed very dull and depressed all the way home but she shed no
+more tears.
+
+Soon after 5 o'clock Lawrence began to grow very restless so lighting a
+cigarette he strolled into the garden to enjoy the last glimpse of
+day-light. Some how his steps led him to the crocus bed and here he
+continued to walk up and down his thoughts occupied with Helen Winston.
+
+As Lady Beaufort had said the crocus bed was a delightfully quiet spot.
+Not a soul was to be seen any where, and a general air of peace
+pervaded the whole atmosphere. Lawrence continued to walk up and down
+lost in his rapturous reveries, while the evening grew darker and
+darker. By and by the stars began to come out and at length the moon
+rose full in the heavens, and then Lawrence looked up and there in front
+of him stood Helen, clad in her evening dress of pale yellow and a white
+shawl thrown round her shoulders.
+
+She seemed as supprised as Lawrence for she stopped suddenly on seeing
+him.
+
+"I beg your pardon Mr. Lincarrol" she began "I hope I am not disturbing
+you, but Lady Beaufort told me to come here before dinner and see if
+Jefferson (the gardiner) had raked the beds properly."
+
+Lawrence grew very red and glanced quickly and mechanically up to the
+window of Lady Beaufort's budoir. There sure enough the old lady was
+looking out, but on seeing the two together she quickly retired into the
+regions of her own bedroom.
+
+"This is Lady Beaufort's doing thought Lawrence as the letter he had
+received came back to his mind. "Oh no you dont disturb me at all" he
+added aloud.
+
+Helen smiled and began plucking at the faded leaves of the trees.
+
+"What a lovely night it is" said Lawrence at last as the silence grew
+embarresing.
+
+"Yes" replied Helen vaguely and Lawrence glancing at her saw by the
+moonlight that her eyes had a far away dreamy look in them.
+
+"How delightfully sheltered this part of the garden is" continued
+Lawrence.
+
+"Yes very answered Helen, drawing her silk shawl over her shoulders as a
+slight breeze blew across the garden.
+
+"Had you a good garden where you lived before?" enquired Lawrence,
+unconsiously leading up to his proposal.
+
+"At Cannon Street there was only a yard replied Helen, a painful blush
+mounting to her face, "but at Kenelham we had a sweet little garden, my
+poor dear father took the greatest interest in his flowers and so did I"
+she added with a slight catch in her harmonious voice.
+
+"Dont you now?" asked Lawrence.
+
+"Oh yes" said Helen, "but you see, it is all so different now; in those
+days my father and I were constant companions and our opinions were
+one. But now there is nobody--nobody" and tears began to well up in her
+eyes and fall over her long black lashes.
+
+"Surely somebody cares for you Miss Winston, surely there is someone to
+sympathise with you" interupted Lawrence.
+
+"Oh Mr. Lincarrol you dont understand" cried Helen with a sob.
+
+"I think I do" replied Lawrence gently, coming a little closer and
+taking her trembling hand. I think I understand your feelings, it must
+be very sad to be so--so lonely."
+
+"Wait till your turn comes Mr. Lincarrol and you will know then" replied
+Helen.
+
+"Would it be different, to have some one to care for you, to love you as
+your father did?" asked Lawrence.
+
+"Oh it would, it would" cried Helen rapturesly clasping her hands
+together.
+
+"suppose some one loved you now as much if not more than your father,
+what would you say?" asked Lawrence.
+
+"I could not belive it" replied Helen promptly unless "unless" she
+added, "I knew the person very well and was quite posative of the love,
+and had good proofs of it."
+
+"Have you not proofs enough?" asked Lawrence.
+
+"Of what?" asked Helen.
+
+"Of my love for you" replied Lawrence.
+
+"Your love!?" gasped Helen.
+
+"Yes" repeated Lawrence passionately, "oh Helen I can no longer restrain
+my feelings, I love you as I never before loved anyone, can I hope, can
+I dare to hope that you return my love?"
+
+Helen did not answer. She was thinking of another proposal some months
+past, so very unlike this one, far away on the Kenelham hill tops, and
+she remembered how she had acted then. Once more, she felt the soft sea
+breeze fan her face, she saw the hills and the distant sea and she saw
+oh how plainly Cyrils form by her side, she heard his words and her own
+replies, she saw his blue eyes looking so intently at her; and then
+awaking to the present she saw another pair of blue eyes looking at her,
+speaking so much more fervently than the others and she felt the clasp
+of a strong hand on her own and then raising her head she looked at
+Lawrence and softly whispered "yes."
+
+"Oh Helen" cried Lawrence "you make me so happy, so very happy!
+
+Tears of joy dimmed Helen's eyes and Lawrence taking her hand drew her
+head on to his breast and told her gently of his great love for her and
+how happy they both would be. And Helen listenned feeling the happiness
+had already begun.
+
+A gentle breeze began to stir the trees and fan the brows of the lovers
+as they slowly walked along the paths of love, and the moon looking down
+from her home in the heavens, smiled on the pair and wished them joy.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 32
+
+PREPARATIONS
+
+
+As the time drew on Lord Beaufort began to make preparations for his
+marriage with Gladys.
+
+He had at first thought it would be nice if Lawrence and Helen could be
+married on the same day, but that was found to be quite impossible as
+Lawrence wished to visit his home first, he had also plenty of other
+things to attend to before he could be married.
+
+One evening about 10 o'clock, Gladys was seated in her bedroom enjoying
+a few minutes quiet before going to bed.
+
+Her maid had already done her hair and she had changed her evening dress
+for a warm and comfortable dressing gown. Her room presented rather an
+untidy appearance as the dress maker had been there that day to bring
+her wedding dress which now lies in a snowy pile at the foot of the bed.
+
+As Gladys sat still by the fire a knock sounded at the door. Before she
+could reply the door opened and Helen came in.
+
+"Well Gladys, you seem to be enjoying yourself here all alone" she cried
+drawing her chair to the fire beside her friend.
+
+"I was only thinking" replied Gladys with a laugh.
+
+"Of tomorrow I suppose" put in Helen.
+
+"Well to tell the truth I was" answered Gladys with a faint sigh.
+
+"Well you shouldnt sigh" said Helen "only think Gladys, this time
+tomorrow you will be Lady Beaufort."
+
+"I know that" said Gladys rather crossly.
+
+"How sad you seem" said Helen in supprise.
+
+"Do I?" enquired Gladys "well perhaps you'll feel the same the night
+before your marriage."
+
+"I hope not" answered Helen promptly "oh Gladys" she added quickly "you
+never told me where you are going for your honeymoon."
+
+"How silly of me" replied Gladys cheering up "well we are going on the
+continent, Mulberry wishes to visit some relations of his in Venice and
+then I shall get him to spend a week or go in Naples, Rome, Paris and
+other places"
+
+"How lovely!" cried Helen "I do envy you."
+
+"Well wont you do the same at your honeymoon?" asked Gladys.
+
+"No" said Helen "Lawrence and I are going to spend a quiet fortnight at
+Ryde in the Isle of Wight."
+
+"Oh I see" said Gladys.
+
+"What time does the important ceremony take place tomorrow" demanded
+Helen.
+
+"At 11 o'clock precisely" rejoined Gladys, who possessed the virtue of
+punctuality, "at St. Pauls."
+
+"I see" said Helen "and when do you start on your honeymoon?"
+
+"We cross the channel tomorrow night" replied Gladys.
+
+"And Lawrence and I are going to Norfolk" replied Helen.
+
+"Are you really?" asked Gladys.
+
+"Yes Lawrence lives there you know" said Helen "so he thought it would
+be nice for me to go and see his people; why what am I telling you this
+for when Lawrence is your own brother?"
+
+"I dont know I'm sure" laughed Gladys, "by the by Helen did Lawrence
+tell you that mother and father have quite softened, and are quite
+willing I should marry Mulberry, but they cant bring themselves to come
+up tomorrow to the marriage; Lionel and Minna are coming though, so I
+expect they will go back to Norfolk with you and Lawrence."
+
+"I knew all that" replied Helen "I am really quite excited about it."
+
+"Oh Helen you must see my wedding dress" cried Gladys, and getting up
+the two girls walked to the bed whereon lay a flimsy mass of tule and
+satin crowned with orange blossom and glittering with diamonds."
+
+"It is really a beautiful dress" said Helen at last "how sweet you will
+look Gladys."
+
+"Dont be sarcastic" said Gladys with a smile little dreaming how pretty
+she looked even then in her simple dressing gown.
+
+"Oh I say there is 12 o'clock striking" cried Helen starting up "I've
+been here a whole two hours, it is really disgracful, well goodnight
+Gladys dear" she added as she flew quickly out of the room as the last
+stroke of midnight died softly away.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 33
+
+THE MARRIAGE
+
+
+At 11 o'clock precisely, as Gladys had said the marriage ceremony began.
+
+Gladys as I have already said was attired in a white satin trained dress
+made to fit her slender figure to perfection and covered with thin tule.
+She wore orange blossom in her hair and on her dress and a magnificent
+diamond crescent caught up her veil.
+
+Helen and Mina Lincarrol were the bridesmaids they also wore white.
+Their dresses were exactly alike, but to colour them a little, they were
+delicately shaded with primrose yellow; long satin streamers hung from
+the bouquets they carried and both being dark girls the colour suited
+them admirably.
+
+The page, a little Spanish cousin of Mulberry's was attired in white and
+yellow satin also and very pretty he looked, being just five years old
+and very dark with an olive complexion.
+
+Lionel Lincarrol a tall handsome man of five or six and twenty gave his
+sister away as his father could not come up for the ceremony.
+
+The mighty cathedral was filled to overflowing; the most part of the
+people were invited guests as Lord Beaufort was very popular in society;
+but a great many ordinary people had just dropped in to try and catch a
+glimpse of the bride and bridegroom as they marched up the church.
+
+At last the service drew to a close, and the guests got into their
+carriages to drive back to Portman Square where the wedding breakfast
+was to take place.
+
+One of the enormous reception rooms had been beautifully decorated with
+sprays of real orange blossom from Lord Beaufort's hot house and many
+other bridal decorations. A magnificent breakfast was then partaken of,
+every article being of the highest quality for Mulberry Beaufort prided
+himself on never half doing things.
+
+The guests then repaired to another room to inspect Gladys's wedding
+presents, which were numerous and costly.
+
+And so the day wore on and 5 o'clock found Gladys, Mulberry, Helen,
+Mina, Lionel and Lawrence all at the railway station waiting for the
+boat train to take Gladys and Mulberry to Newhaven for whence they were
+to cross the channel.
+
+Gladys's travelling dress was extremely pretty being made of pale blue
+grey which suited her very well.
+
+At last the train came slowly into the station and the happy pair got
+in.
+
+The goodbyes were brief and cheerful, good luck being wished on every
+side.
+
+Mulberry expected to be in London again by the end of Febuary and by
+that time Helen and Lawrence would probably be one.
+
+At last the whistle sounded and those left on the platform watched the
+train till it rushed into the tunnel, and then they turned and went on
+to the opposite platform to take the train for Norfolk.
+
+It was a long journey and they were all tired when they got there.
+
+The brougham had been sent to meet them and though the others all knew
+the road to their house so perfectly, Helen looked out of the window
+with a new interest for it was all strange to her.
+
+After a drive of 1/4 of an hour or more the carriage drew up in front of
+a fine old house standing rather back from the road and with a beautiful
+carriage sweep in front. In the moonlight it presented a very pretty
+picture.
+
+Before the coachman had time to ring Lawrence had jumped out and opened
+the front door.
+
+They then crossed the hall and entered the drawing room a beautifully
+furnished room.
+
+Mrs. Lincarrol was reading by the fire when they all entered. She was a
+very tall thin woman with reddy coloured hair done very high on her head
+and small winky blue eyes. Her features were fairly good, but she was
+powdered profusely and indeed her hair looked as though it had seen a
+good many bottles of hair dye. She was attired in an evening dress of
+purple velvit trimmed with black satin and jet. Helen glanced at her as
+she rose from her chair and wondered how she came to have such a good
+looking family. But she quickly became aware that the room contained two
+other occupants. Two girls were seated at the piano trying some duets.
+They were both tall and fair with blue eyes and pale complexions and
+they wore rose coloured dresses. From Gladys' discription Helen knew why
+they were the twins Ethel and Elsie.
+
+Mrs. Lincarrol rose as they entered and having embraced her family
+turned with a queer look in her eyes to Helen.
+
+"So this is Helen Winston?" she said holding out her hand, "my niece I
+think"
+
+Helen did not quite know what to say so she merely smiled and she was
+then introduced to Ethel and Elsie, both of whom she liked very much,
+especially the former.
+
+"Now I think you'd better go and see your father" exclaimed Mrs.
+Lincarrol at last "you will find him in the library with Hugh, no doubt
+Helen would like to make her uncle's acquaintance."
+
+"I should" replied Helen.
+
+So they all marched accross the hall and opening another door entered
+the library.
+
+"So here you all are again" cried a cheery voice from within and at the
+same moment a tall well built man came forward. He was a contrast to his
+wife in every way, being fairly stout, dark and brown eyed. He had a
+kind though stern looking face. He greeted Helen very cordially with
+none of the shifty glances his wife had made use of and then introduced
+Hugh to her. He was only 17-1/2 with dark hair and eyes and very much
+resembled Lionel.
+
+"Well I'm glad to see you all back." cried Mr. Lincarrol, "but you all
+look tired, I suppose the journey was long?"
+
+"Not very" replied Minna who had hitherto kept a discreet silence, "but
+I'm very hungry.
+
+"Why of course you must be, ring the bell Hugh" cried Mr. Lincarrol
+heartily "and I'll see you get something at once."
+
+A very good meal was soon brought up and it was quickly disposed of.
+
+"Well Helen I'm going to bed now" said Minna at last, "if you come now
+I'll show you your room."
+
+"Oh thank you" replied Helen and with that they both walked upstairs
+together.
+
+Lionel and Hugh soon followed their example and so Lawrence was left
+alone with his father.
+
+"A very nice girl Helen Winston seems" cried Mr. Lincarrol, "I admire
+your taste Lawrence."
+
+"I'm glad you do" answered Lawrence, "I was struck with her when I first
+met her."
+
+"Yes I certainly admire your choice" replied Mr. Lincarrol, and after a
+few more words they both retired to bed.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 34
+
+FIVE YEARS LATER
+
+
+Five years have elapsed since we last saw Helen. Let us choose a
+favourable moment to view our heroine after the lengthy interval.
+
+Seated in a large and wealthily furnished drawing room by a bright fire,
+writing at a neat little table, sits Helen, now no longer Helen Winston
+but Mrs. Lincarrol. The clock has just struck 4. and the shades of the
+December evening are fast drawing in. By the light of the fire however
+we can get a tolerably good view of Helen. She has altered but little
+during the five years of her married life. She looks a trifle older, but
+the change is so slight as to be scarcely perceptible. She has still
+the luxurious black hair and long lashes shading her soft eyes.
+
+She is clothed in a rich tea-gown of a delicate green. She is writing
+diligently and seems intent on her work but she occasionally looks up to
+address a word or two to a delicate looking little girl of about three
+years who is playing on the hearth with a little fox terrier. This is
+little Nellie, the only child, a pale-faced fair-haired little thing,
+who has attained her third year today.
+
+At length it grows too dark to see, so closing her blotter with a snap,
+Helen walks to the window and holding aside the heavy velvit curtain
+gazes out accross the frost-bitten garden and the roofs of the houses,
+which are dotted about the town of B----.
+
+"Dear me" she says "it is beginning to snow, I think dear" she adds
+turning to her child "it is time you went up to the nursery tea will be
+ready I expect."
+
+So saying she rings a bell and Marshland appears, looking very different
+to when we last saw her, in her black dress and clean cap and apron.
+Having stuck to Helen in the hour of trial she now finds herself the
+much-respected nurse of little Nellie.
+
+Nellie having departed to the upper regions, Helen once more resumes her
+writing, this time by the aid of a large standing lamp. By and bye a
+servent enters with some tea. "Is Mr. Lincarrol in yet?" enquires Helen.
+"No m'am I think not" replies the servent. "oh then I shant expect him
+till late" answers Helen and so saying she partakes of her tea alone,
+which done she goes to the piano and plays a few merry sonatas. At
+length the clock strikes seven, and Helen is about to go and dress for
+dinner, when the butler enters with the message that a woman from the
+village of Huntsdown (5 miles distant) wishes to see her at once on a
+very important matter.
+
+"Who is the woman?" askes Helen in great astonishment.
+
+"I dont know mum" replies the butler "she is very poor-looking and says
+she's tramped all the way from Huntsdown to see you, but she wont give
+no name."
+
+"How extraordinary!" says Helen, "I know no one living in Huntsdown, in
+fact I have only been there once; but however I will go and see the poor
+soul." and rising as she speaks Helen vanishes into the hall.
+
+An old woman of about 60 or 70 is standing in a remote corner of the
+hall. The butler had spoken truthfully when he said the woman was poor
+looking. She wears a tattered dress of some faded hue, and on the top of
+that a man's coat, which might once have been black but is now almost
+bottle-green. A thin shawl coveres her shoulders and a battered black
+bonnet hangs back from her head. Her iron-grey hair is streaming over
+her face, still damp with the falling snow.
+
+"Did you wish to speak to me" asks Helen kindly advancing to the woman.
+
+"I do mum" replies the poor creature, dropping a bob-curtsey as she
+speaks, "I've bin tramping from Huntsdown since 4 o'clock and bin nearly
+turned back with the snow."
+
+"What is your name," enquires Helen.
+
+"Mrs. Cotton, if you please mum" answers the woman, "but to get on with
+my story, you must know I live at "The Jolly Dutchman" in Huntsdown. My
+husband keeps the inn, but he dont do much bussiness; the place is so
+remote-like, and I'm afraid he's a bad lot," and here Mrs. Cotton shook
+her head regretfully "but to come to the point mum, a week or so ago, a
+poor man all ragged and looking terribly ill, come to the door and asked
+if we could let him in to sleep the night, as he'd no were to go and no
+money. My husband was drunk at the time and turned the poor man away in
+spite of my pleading for him. A few minutes later when my husband was in
+the bar I opened the door and seeing the poor man there I could not
+resist letting him in. So according I gave him the attic at the top of
+the 'ouse, where he has bin laying ill ever since without my 'usband
+knowing."
+
+"What a sad story" says Helen gently "but I'm sure it was very good of
+you to risk taking the man in. I suppose you came to me for money did
+you not?"
+
+"No mum not for that" replies Mrs. Cotton sadly "you see I've tried to
+save a little money myself during the last few years so I've been able
+to have the doctor in once or twice to look at the poor man. Mr. Harland
+his name is. Me and my girl Sally, we've made the attic as confortable
+as we can and I've lit a fire up there once, but you see mum coles costs
+money like everythink else. The doctor says there's not much 'ope for
+the poor man, he's dying fast of fever and consumption. The other night
+mum, your gardiner, happened to come in for a glass of something and of
+course he got talking with the other men and the conversation fell on
+you mum, and he said he's known you a long time ever since you was Miss
+Winston (or some sich name as that) At the time the talk was going on, I
+was sitting upstairs with Mr. Harland and as the door was open we could
+hear the talk in the bar quite distinct; well mum, directly Mr. Harland
+heard your name mentioned, he got quite wild and excited all of a sudden
+and went raving on about you and he would'nt be satisfied till I told
+him all I knew about you. I was astonished mum I can tell you. After
+that Mr. Harland seemed much quieter and all yesterday and today he's
+been in a sort of stupor, but about half past three today he called me
+and told me he'd not got very long to live and would I do him a favour?
+I said "Yes," so he told me to go into the town and ask you to come and
+see him at once. He says he knew you quite well some time back and you
+knew him too, but you probably have forgotten the name now. I tell you
+mum I was fair took aback, but however leaving my girl Sally in charge
+of him, I started off on my errand, and here I am mum, waiting to know
+what your answer may be to this extraordinary request?"
+
+"It is a most extraordinary request" as you say Mrs. Cotton, and I never
+knew anybody by the name of Harland" replied Helen.
+
+"My idea is mum" says Mrs. Cotton "that the poor man is dilerious."
+
+"Very likely" answered Helen, "but to please him, I will order the
+carriage and we will drive over together, you look far too tired and
+cold to walk."
+
+As Helen speaks she toches a spring bell, and then reaching a
+sable-lined cloak from the peg she puts it on drawing the hood over her
+soft brown hair.
+
+She then orders a baskitt of streangthing things to be packed for the
+invalid.
+
+Then the carriage comes round to the front door and the two get in. A
+contrast indeed! The one small, shrivelled and shrunken, hugging her
+wreatched garments around her to keep out the biting cold; the other
+tall and stately, her rich cloak falling gracefully round her slender
+figure.
+
+The drive is long and dreary; being for the most a long straight road
+with tall hedges at either side and an occasional cottage or tree
+releiving the monotony of the scenery. But Helen, leaning back in her
+comfortable carriage is not thinking of the passing scenery, but of the
+extraordinary mission she is bent on.
+
+At length the carriage stops, and Mrs. Cotton leads the way up to a
+small tumble down dirty looking inn, whith an almost illegable
+incription painted in white letters, "The jolly Dutchman, Thomas
+Cotton."
+
+Mrs. Cotton opens the door and Helen finds herself in a very small and
+filthy dirty passage. A strong smell of beer and tobacco greet her on
+entering. A door on one side of the passage is half open, and looking
+through, Helen can see three or four rough looking men seated round a
+table with mugs of beer before them and pipes in their mouths, and the
+sounds that issue from the room are none of the pleasantest, for the men
+are talking, laughing and shouting, not to say swearing.
+
+In disgust Helen turns to the door of the other room. It is a kitchen
+evidently and a remarkably dirty one too. A candle is burning in this
+room, and by the light of it Helen can see a slovenly looking girl
+stirring some horrid smelling stuff in a saucpan, while a very small
+baby is yelling its heart out in a wooden cradle.
+
+"Here Sally" cries Mrs. Cotton to the girl "how is the invalid"
+
+"No better" replies Sally wiping her hands on her apron "I lit a fire
+for him, 'cause he grumbled so about the cold."
+
+"I dont wonder at it" responds Mrs. Cotton, "well mum," she continues
+turning to Helen "perhaps you'll step upstairs, its that door there mum
+with the handle off," and she points with her grimy finger to a door at
+the top of the stairs. Helen climbs the ricketty staircase with a wild
+fear and misgiving at her heart, wondering what the result of this
+strange visit will be. A light is burning in the room she enters. It is
+a damp cold place, a trifle larger than the passage below. A miserable
+fire is doing its best to burn in the grate and judging by the amount of
+matches strewn about, Sally must have been exerting many patient efforts
+to get it to burn at all.
+
+The window was minus a pane of glass and the cold wind blew right
+through the room making the door bang to and fro with a madly monotonous
+tone.
+
+Helen glanced hastily round the room, but the corners being in
+darkness, she had to hold the candle above her head to see anything at
+all. In doing so a groan caught her ear and advancing to the corner from
+whence it issued, Helen perceved a sort of pallet bed streached on the
+floor, covered with a singal blankett. Placing the candle on the floor
+close by, Helen knelt down and with trembling hands and a quaking heart
+pulled the covering away. And then--no wonder Helen uttered that low
+stifled cry; for there with his pale thin face turned towards her and
+his skeleton hands clutching at the blankett, there with his eyes dim
+and sunken and his breath coming quick and short lay Cyril Sheene alias
+Mr. Harland. For a moment Helen could not utter a sound, the words
+seemed to stick in her throat, and she knelt gazing in horror and
+amazement at the fast-dying man. It was Cyril who broke the awful
+silence, "Helen" he whispered brokenly "what a long time you were
+coming."
+
+"I never dreamt it was you Cyril" answered Helen taking his thin hand in
+hers, for now all her heart seemed to warm towards the man who had
+wronged her so much and who was so soon going to leave her.
+
+"No of course not" replied the dying man "you never thought I would
+come to this--(here he stopped for breath), "but I want to tell you this
+before I die."
+
+"Cyril you must not die" cried Helen, opening her basket and producing
+some wine.
+
+"No, no" gasped Cyril pushing the glass away "its no use, I know I'm
+dying, the doctor said so; give me some water to ease my throat and I'll
+go on."
+
+Helen gave him his wish and then knelt down beside him while he
+continued.
+
+"After I left you Helen, that day you went to Richmond, I intended going
+to Picadilly to pawn some things as I had no money to pay my debts. When
+I got back to my amazement a letter from Mr. Palsey was waiting for me,
+which explained that the police were already on our track and that if I
+valued my life I had better leave London and go to some place with him.
+Of course I had no choice but to go, but oh Helen if you could have
+known my feelings when I thought I should not see you again. Hastily I
+scrawled a note to you and added a few lines to my will, you read them
+did'nt you?"
+
+Helen nodded in assent.
+
+"Well" continued Cyril, "having made my preparations, I started off to
+meet Palsey. We traveled together. I forget where we were going. Palsey
+told me how he had escaped after he had been locked up in the drawing
+room. We had to change at Charing Cross I think and scarcely had we set
+foot on the platform, when up came two policemen and before we could say
+a word we found ourselves handcuffed. Well to make a long story short we
+were tried and I was sentenced to 10 years penal servitude, and Palsey
+who had done the most part of the crime had penal servitude for life.
+Well after three years of my time had passed, I was granted a free
+pardon for saving the life of someone. I have no time to tell the whole
+story now. At first I was delighted at the mere thought of being free
+again, but then I recollected I had no friends nobody to care wether I
+lived or died. When I was set free I wandered about trying in vain to
+find you Helen. But I got no news of you, untill one day I read of your
+marriage in the paper. Then I gave up all hope of ever seeing you again.
+Soon after I fell ill and spent many weeks in an old barn, attended only
+by a child who used to go messages for me etc: till I was well enough to
+walk about again. Then my wanderings began again, and I found them
+harder than ever. After my severe illness I could no longer bear
+sleeping out. I had to buy lodgings wherever I happened to be, and once
+or twice when I had no money I had to sleep out in the fields. That did
+for me Helen. From that day I grew much worse. A young man took pity on
+me one night and gave me a room in his house for nothing. But with his
+exception no one cared and so I wandered on untill late one night I
+arrived at this miserable inn. I did'nt know where I was, but I thought
+it safe to take another name. So I was brought up here, where I should
+certainly have died had not some one down in the bar mentioned your
+name, and then the excitement of seeing you kept me up----
+
+Here Cyril stopped gasping for breath and Helen with her tears fast
+falling administered water to him and propped up his pillows.
+
+"Helen" cried Cyril at last, he could barely talk now, "do you forgive
+me?"
+
+"Oh Cyril" cried Helen "of course I do; oh if only you had come to me
+before, how happily this might have ended. I forgive you fully from the
+bottom of my heart."
+
+Cyril smiled, he was too far gone to talk and Helen could see his eyes
+growing brighter.
+
+A long silence followed while Cyril's breathing grew laboured and slow.
+Presently with a great effort he turned and caught Helen's hand in his
+own. "Helen I'm going fast. Goodbye I die happy since you forgive me."
+And Helen stooped and kissed him. He turned and looked at her for the
+last time and then his spirit passed quietly and peacefully away.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 35
+
+CONCLUSION
+
+
+A Year has passed since the sad events recorded in our last chapter, and
+Cyril has long been laid in the church yards sod. His grave is ever
+bright with flowers placed there by Helen's loving hands and by those of
+her children Nellie and John.
+
+Of Mr. Palsey little has been heard but it has lately been rumoured that
+he died a natural death in prison, though some people exagerate and say
+he died by his own hand.
+
+Marshland is still living though her health is gradually becoming
+weaker.
+
+And what of Helen herself?
+
+Let us look into her drawing room to-night and we shall see her once
+again.
+
+It is New Year's Eve and the drawing room, hall, rather spacious rooms
+are all it up, while the many happy people are dancing and enjoying
+themselves. For Helen is giving a dance. Yes, a gathering of all her
+oldest and dearest friends. Among the many faces we recognise the
+Lincarrols. Even _Mrs._ Lincarrol is there gorgeously got up in bright
+yellow silk which she is proudly telling everybody was the foundation of
+her grandmother's wedding dress.
+
+Minna and her husband (for she is now married) are both there, also
+Ethel who is engaged and Elsie who has just returned from her honeymoon.
+Lionel is the only one not there, but he is doing well in America.
+
+Hugh (now in the Army) is also attending the dance. But Gladys where is
+she? She is also there with her husband Lord Beaufort and while the
+latter is talking to Lawrence let us notice Gladys who is deep in
+conversation with Helen.
+
+Seated on a sofa close to the entrance of the green-house, idly watching
+the dancers as they waltz round the spacious room, we once more see
+Helen and Gladys in close companionship. What a pretty contrast they
+make!
+
+Helen with her dark hair as abundant as ever and the lovely colour on
+her cheeks.
+
+She is glancing down and her long lashes cover her eyes. She looks very
+happy and a smile is playing about her lips.
+
+She wears a pale violet coloured dress made in the latest fashion and
+the colour suits her to perfection. Gladys is attired in white silk
+trimmed with bright gauzy ruffles of pale pink and silver. She is
+playing with her fan and laughing merrily with Helen. Her bright blue
+eyes are full of happiness and a little colour has come into her usually
+pale cheeks.
+
+"Ah well Helen dear" she is saying "you have nothing to grumble at now
+I'm sure."
+
+"I never said I had" laughs Helen, "I am perfectly happy with Lawrence
+and my children and it _is_ so nice to have you here again, but all the
+same I have had troubles; a good many more than most people of my age."
+
+"Yes that's undeniable" replies Gladys "but still you have a dear
+husband and lovely children."
+
+"Of course I have" cries Helen "and I am quite happy now."
+
+"And as far as I can see there is no reason why you should ever be
+unhappy again," replies Gladys.
+
+"No" says Helen, "but still I cant quite forget the sadness of my early
+years."
+
+"Nonsense my dear," cries Gladys, "dont forget what you told me so long
+ago about your sorrows, they will become like wounds which though healed
+over are still to be seen, and so though you will not exactly forget the
+sorrow you will no longer feel the pain."
+
+"Yes" answers Helen laughingly, "that was a very good idea on my part;
+and though applicable to you then, it certainly applies to me now.
+
+So now our story comes to an end and we will bid goodbye to Helen. She
+has already partaken freely of the cup of sorrow but now her time has
+come and she knows what true happiness is and all her sorrows, miseries
+and heartaches shall be blotted out in that sea of mist and
+shaddows;--The Past.
+
+
+THE END
+
+
+
+
+THE JEALOUS GOVERNES
+
+_or_
+
+THE GRANTED WISH
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 1
+
+WISHING
+
+
+One evening late in Sep: Mr. Hose sat in his armchair reading a news
+paper. His wife sat in an other looking at the "Strand" Magerzine. Mr.
+Hose sudonly looked up at his wife; "Elizabeth" he said "one thing I
+have been wishing for, ever scince we were married is a baby, would not
+you like to have one looking at her seariously "Yes indeed I should"
+ansed his delicat wife with a sigh.
+
+I soud like to adobt one continued Charlie, I would like to have one of
+my own said Elizabeth I dont like adopting babys, well you cant do it
+any other way if you dont get one. Besides if it was a boy what name
+have you got for it if it was a boy it should be named Charlie after
+you dear, and if it was a girl I suppose you would call it Elizabeth and
+liza for short would not you said Charlie, well yes she said beginning
+to read her magazine. Mr Hose now took out his watch and to his wife he
+said I have got to go out this eveing at what time said Elizabeth at
+seven oclock I promised Mr. Lineap I would meat him at his offiace at a
+quarter past it is now half past 6 just half an hour. I have time to
+finsh this bit of newes in the paper, so saying he continued to read.
+
+Presently the clock sturck a quater past 7, oh goodnes I must fly, said
+Charlie Mr. Leanep will be expecting me he took up his boller banged it
+on his head took up a walking stick the first that came in to his hand,
+and rushed out of the room looking like a roughyeun out of the streets,
+his boots untide his hair rough he banged the door behind him.
+
+Noisie man mutterd his wife as soon as he had disapear. I feel ashamed
+realy I do nothing will keep him quiet when he has got an appoinment
+never mind perhaps he cant help it she said and fell asleep in her
+armchair.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 2
+
+THE NEW BABY
+
+
+Mr. Hose came back at about 12 o'clock he had drunken a little whiskey
+but it made no effect on him. He woke early the next morning and woke
+his wife and began telling her all about his evening stroll with Mr.
+Leanep but he did not say anything about the whiskey he had drunk
+feering it would shock her. But when the clock had just struck half past
+six they heard a ring at the door bell and within a few minutes the maid
+servant came hurrying up stairs and said the Dr. had arrived with a box
+under his arm and he would like to see Mrs. Hose she said. "Oh well,
+will you show him up to this bedroom" said Mrs. Hose turning to her
+husband and saying "you don't mind him coming up, do you dear?" Mary
+went out of the room grinning, closing the door quietly behind her.
+
+In a few minutes the Dr's. bold step was heard at the door and then a
+loud knock and with a "come in" from Mrs. Hose he entered the room.
+
+"Oh I say Mrs Hose" he began taking off his hat "I have heard you have
+been wishing for a baby, so I have brought you one and your wish is
+granted."
+
+"Oh hurrah" said Mrs. Hose "Is it a boy or a girl?"
+
+"Well I don't know" said the Dr. _quite_, "but I'll leave you to find
+out and settle matters" so saying Dr. Pauline took his departure
+shutting the door with his foot, while he held his precious top hat in
+his two hands.
+
+As soon as the Dr. left the room, Mr. Hose began hurrahing and laughing
+at the idea of the new baby coming. "I am very glad it's come, arn't
+you?" he said to his wife.
+
+"Yes, I'm very glad. Hasn't it come early?"
+
+"Yes," said her husband, "but don't you think we had better open the box
+and look at it?" "Well perhaps we had," said his wife, cutting the
+string with a pair of scissors which were lying on the bed. Directly the
+box was opened, a dear little fat baby rolled out on to the eider down.
+"Oh, isn't it a darling?" said Mrs. Hose, sitting up in bed, and placing
+it between her and her husband, "What a pity it hasn't got its eyes
+open."
+
+"Oh, but it's asleep," said Mr. Hose; "they never have their eyes open
+when they are asleep, except when they are very ill."
+
+"Oh, yes, I see now it is asleep, it is blinking its eyelids."
+
+"Hadn't we better be wrapping it up in something, it must be rather
+cold, poor little thing," he said, patting its face.
+
+"Oh, yes, of course we must," said his wife, jumping out of bed, never
+stopping to put on her dressing slippers, she walked over to the
+wardrobe.
+
+She unlocked it with a small key she kept in her drawer, and on the
+third shelf she found a small, pale blue shawl, which she had had when
+she was a baby, and she had kept it ever since, in case she should have
+a baby when she was grown up.
+
+"Here's the very thing," she said, "the shawl I had when I was a baby,"
+she said, skipping back to bed.
+
+"Oh yes, that's a nice shawl," said Mr. Hose, "and it's pretty big too,
+we can wrap it all round it; and you can cuddle it close to you, and
+then it would be warm, I should say."
+
+Mr. Hose did not get up till half past eight oclock he could not stay in
+bed any later because he was already rather late getting up I expect I
+shall be late at my offace said Mr. Hose to himself buttning up the last
+button of his waistcoat, he then slipped on his coat put on his hat took
+up his walking stick and maid his apperance in the hall takeing a glance
+at him self in the glass as he passed it, he then opened the hall door
+and began walking at a quick pace to his offaice he was not so late
+after all.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 3
+
+THE BAPTISAM
+
+
+It was a lovely day on the 28th of september when a carriage drove up to
+the door and Mr. and Mrs. Hose with the baby in her arms ran down the
+door steps and into the carriage Mr. Hose doing the same. "It's a good
+thing its a nice day isn't it Charlie?" she said to her husband "Yes it
+is a good job or the baby couldn't have come out tho'. He isn't so very
+delicate, by the bye what's his name going to be?"
+
+"Charles Edward" she said "Charles after you and Edward after his
+grandfather." "I hope Miss Gurling is at the church now, she's always
+late for everything."
+
+"She is going to be the godmother isn't she?" asked Charlie "Yes" said
+his wife "You don't object do you? And his godfather is that pious man
+who kneels before us in church, Mr. Johns."
+
+"Oh he is a nice man that" said the father clapping his hands "I am glad
+he is going to be the godfather"
+
+"Why here we are" said his wife jumping out of the carriage.
+
+"Oh yes" said he stepping out with a laudable air.
+
+"Oh dear" said his wife "I've left the baby in the carriage" "Oh poor
+thing" said the husband running back for it. Goodbye Thompson "said he
+to the coachman here's 6d for you, it's quite enough for him" he
+murmured to his wife as he took off his hat very reverently at the
+church door. When they got into the church the first person they saw was
+Miss Gerling sitting quitertly in the bottem seat saying her prays very
+dovoutly. Mrs. Hose went up to her oh I say she began you are the
+godmother "Yes said Miss Gerling it is going to begin soon. what? said
+Mrs. Hose the christening said Miss Gerling Mr. Johns is not here we are
+wateing for him. Presently Father clocks came bussling down the church
+he went up to Mr. Hose and said "I can't think why Mr. Johns is not here
+he is very late, yes he is said Mr. Hose and the worst of it is we cant
+begin without him. No we cant said the preast it is a great nuisance he
+continued shacking his black head of hair. after about half an hour the
+church door opened and in came Mr. Jons he walked quite calmly up the
+aisle of the curch to his own seat, takeing it more as if he was very
+early insted of very late, he said a few prays and then he went down to
+the bottem of the church and said in rather a loud wisper had not we
+better begin yes said father clocks puting on his stoll.
+
+All this while during the christening Mr. Johns kept standing on one leg
+and blowing his nose rather hard, he didn't have to say much tho he
+looked rather embarassed. When it was all over they took their departure
+and went home in the carraige, but poor Mr. Hose parted with a good deal
+of his pence, because little boys kept running after his carraige and
+would not go away without a copper or so.
+
+"As we are passing the confectioners" said Mr. Hose to his wife, "we
+might tell them to send up a nice sugar cake in honour of baby's Xning.
+
+"Oh yes we might do that" said his wife, scratching her head to show off
+her net which was carefully covering her knob behind.
+
+They arrived home at last and had the beautiful Xning cake between them
+for tea.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 4
+
+ENGAGING THE NURSERY GOVERNESS
+
+
+"Do you know my dear" said Mr. Hose to his wife one morning at breakfast
+"what I was thinking of doing?" "No" said his wife looking very
+surprised, "What is it."
+
+"Well" he said "I was thinking of getting a nursery governess."
+
+"A nursery Governess" said his wife "Why the baby isn't old enough to
+have one yet, remember it's only 6 months old."
+
+"Well" said Mr. Hose "I was thinking of getting one because only think
+to yourself how very useful she would be, she could help us in the
+evening when baby was in bed and besides that she could look after baby
+and he would get used to her before it was time to be taught."
+
+"Oh yes" said his wife "now I see what you mean it would be a very good
+thing. You and I must go and see Madam Toinette about one in London
+tomorrow."
+
+When breakfast was over, they went into the drawing room and Mrs. H.
+began knitting a pr. of socks for her short coated boy, and her husband
+curled himself up in an arm chair and smoked to a low degree.
+
+"I say Lizzie eh! why shouldn't we go to London today eh?" (he was
+rather a cockney man.)
+
+"Yes we can go today, I don't see what harm it could do. We'll go in the
+afternoon then."
+
+"Right you are," said the husband, "I'll change my clothes" he said as
+he retired to his bedroom and his wife continued to knit the pair of
+socks she was knitting for her baby.
+
+Presently just after the dinner-bell had rung, down came Mr. Hose from
+his bedroom looking like a duke instead of a mere Mr.
+
+"I say wife do you think I look nice. I have been such a long time
+dressing do you know what I've put on clean?"
+
+"No said his wife who did not take the least interest in a man's
+toilet. Well he said clearing his throat and pulling up his trousers and
+sitting down. "I've put on this beautiful black suit with coat tails and
+a lovely clean shirt he said stroking his front and I've put on a clean
+pair of scarlet socks with a hole in but it does not show and he
+continued I've got on a nice pair of black trousers but he said with a
+sorrowful face the button has come off from my trousers which makes one
+leg shorter than the other. This being the only sentence his wife had
+heard she looked up from her plate and said "Oh you poor dear! never
+mind I'll sew it on for you after dinner. "Oh thank you so much! said
+Mr. Hose I should not have been able to go to London if you had not
+thought of this kind offer. Now Charles said his wife eat your dinner
+because we are going by the 3.15 train. Charles began eating his dinner
+quickly saying at the same time with his mouth full "Do you think baby
+will be all right with the housemaid.
+
+"Oh yes he will be all right it is only for a few howers" said Mrs.
+Hose.
+
+"Oh yes" said Mr. Hose beginning to eat his dinner.
+
+Presently his wife looked up and said now Charles, I have done my
+dinner and I am going up to get ready and she went out of the room.
+
+Mr. Hose finnished his dinner and then put on his top hat and took his
+best cherry wood walking stick. He could not see his wife anywhere; so
+like a wise man he began walking down to the station when he was half
+way whom should he see but his wife walking sedately along; she looked
+very nice in a coffee coloured dress trimmed with brown velvet a bonnet
+to match with a pretty bird in front and strings of brown velvet as well
+as a large bow of the same; she had brown gloves and a pretty light
+coffee coloured parasol in her hands, her nice walking shoes and
+stockings just peeped from under her dress. Well said Charlie we are not
+late for the train."
+
+"An't we" said his wife looking at her watch which she wore on her
+bracelet. "No" said Charlie but you do look nice.
+
+They arrived at the station and jumped into a first class carriage.
+
+Presently they arrived in London and walked arm in arm from the station.
+They walked up to Madame Antoinette's house to ask her if she knew of
+any governess which they could engage. A nice fat looking servant
+answered the door. Is Madame Antoinette at home. Yes mam' she said
+looking rather ignorant will you step this way. (Mrs. Hose walked into
+the drawing room and sat down waiting for Madame Antoinette) Presently
+Madame Antoinette came down into the room. Good morning Mrs. Hose she
+said. Oh good morning Madame Antoinette said Mrs. Hose sit down but do
+you know of any governesses which we could engage? Well said Madame
+Antoinette frowning there is a Miss Brentnor she lives in Julian Road No
+36. Oh what is she like? Oh she has fair hair at least you may say
+carrotty hair and one good thing about her is her eyes she has lovely
+big grey eyes. She has a very sallow complexion and she had a blue dress
+on last time I saw her.
+
+Do you know of any other governesses continued Mr. Hose? Yes said Madame
+Antoinette there is a very nice young lady called Miss Smith she has
+dark hair and brown eyes but she is rather cow-like she has rather
+boisterous feet and a few freckles on the top of her nose but she is all
+right you know and she lives in Buttonbrick House Hudson's Street and
+then there is another young lady called Miss Junick. She left her last
+place and was hated in this family and I have been told that she was
+known to take a few things that did not belong to her in that house; but
+I can scarcely believe that for she is a beautiful young lady and I like
+her very much. They left Madame Antoinette's house and went to call on
+Miss Brentnor and Miss Smith but did not like either of them. They went
+home and the next morning a letter came addressed to Mrs. Hose she
+opened it and this is what she read
+
+            MADAM,
+
+          I beg to present you with the photograph which you
+          ask me to send. I think I have very good features
+          and I _know_ I'll make a excellent governess. It
+          is not at all true what was said about me in my
+          last situation and I am willing to come and look
+          after your little boy and teach him when he is old
+          enough. Give me a nice bed-room Madam; of course I
+          am a Catholic which I suppose you heard from
+          Madame Antoinette.
+
+          I remain, Yours truly,
+
+                                          ROSE M. JUNICK.
+
+Mrs. Hose answered the letter and this is what she put,
+
+          DEAR MISS JUNICK,
+
+          I like you very much but I must not believe what
+          was said about you in your last situation. Will
+          you meet me at the Victoria Station on Thursday at
+          half past four and I will ask you a few questions.
+
+                                        Yours truly,
+                                                E. HOSE.
+
+Mrs. Hose was now satisfied she d answered the letter and in time she
+would have the governess with her.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 5
+
+THE GOVERNES ARRIVES
+
+
+The next morning Mrs. Hose ordered breakfast early than usual in order
+that she might get off by the 9/30 becaus she was going to do a little
+shoping first and she thought to her self she could get a beautiful
+dinner at one of the Resteraunts and she smacked her lips as she sat
+down to her breakfast of eggs and beacon and a cup of cocoa. When she
+had finished she went up stairs and placed her bonnet on her head and
+buttoned up her patent leather boots and took an umbrella because it
+looked stormy and started on her way to the station bidding her husband
+farewell.
+
+Directly she got outside it began to rain so she put up umbrela and
+within ten minets she got to the station and jumped into a first class
+carriage (for she licked to look grand) and soon the train started off
+for the smokey and dreary city.
+
+At last the train got to Victora and out jumped Mrs. hose without a
+moments delay, she walked up and down outside the refreshment room (for
+this was where she was to meet our Heroine) she went up to one lady and
+said do you mind me asking you but I am looking for my future governess
+Miss Junick do you posess that name I am sorry for your sake that I do
+not she ansewerd politely and walked on. then Mrs. hose asked another
+lady who was peradeing up and down in a red and gray dress eating a
+halfpeny bun which she had just bought. Mrs. Hose advanced towards her
+and when she got close to her she saw she was very pretty so she thorght
+she would be as polite as she could and began have I the plesure of
+meeting Miss Junick. I am not Miss Junick but I am a frend of the dear
+ladys (best luck) and she told me she would be here to meet you at half
+past four this afternoon oh thank you said Mrs. Hose I now recerlect I
+was thinking I had to meet her this morning farewell or a deiw as the
+french say she said as she left the station to go and get some dinner.
+Perhaps you would like to know what she had for dinner--rabbit and
+merangues were what she chose and she drank sherry wine. After dinner
+she went into the depth of London to look at some of the shops and came
+back in time to see the governess. As she entered Victoria station she
+met a precise young lady hastening to the refreshment room, she hurried
+after her and when she got up to her thought she looked like Miss Junick
+in the face, but before she could say a word the lady jumped sideways
+and asked her was she Mrs. Hose and with an answer of yes they walked
+together into the waiting room and sat down upon a horse hair cushion
+and they now commenced their conversation.
+
+"How long were you in your last place?"
+
+"Two years madam"
+
+"Oh and was that your 1st place?"
+
+"Oh no I was abroad before with three little french children there was
+only one in the other family and she was a throro English child--so was
+her mother."
+
+"Oh and what do you teach" said Mrs. Hose cocking up one eyebrow.
+
+"Music, drawing, the use of the globes, etc., etc. only you don't want
+me to teach your little boy yet do you?"
+
+"No, no, no," said Mrs. Hose "not yet he is only six months old, but are
+you very fond of children and have you any little sisters and brothers?"
+
+"I have one little sister of 10 and a little baby brother and I have two
+grown uppers, but I am very fond of children and wish I had one of my
+own."
+
+"You won't whip my baby will you?" said Mrs. Hose.
+
+"Oh dear no" she answered "I'de spoil him more likely than whip him."
+
+"Oh well I want you to be medium with him" said Mrs. Hose.
+
+"Quite so Madam I understand babies thoroughly; are there any more
+questions you think you would like to ask me whilst I'm here?"
+
+"I think I've asked you pretty nearly all she answered" except when
+could you come to me?"
+
+"I can come on Monday Madam I was packing a few of my things in case you
+would have me."
+
+"Let me see now" said Mrs. Hose pausing "how about the washing shall you
+pay it or will I?"
+
+"Well I'm not very rich Madam and it would be a charity if you will pay
+it."
+
+"Certainly I will and how much are you used to getting a year?"
+
+"Either 5 or 14 pounds according to what I have to do. I don't do much
+for 5."
+
+"All right I will give you 14. I hope you will do a good deal for that
+as I want you to bath the baby and have utter charge of him. And as you
+are coming on Monday, I will prepare you a nice bedroom" "Thank you very
+much Madam" said Miss Junick getting up smiling. "Good afternoon Madam
+she said hurrying out of the waiting room. Mrs. Hose came home by the 6
+o'clock train and told her husband all about Miss Junick and Mr. Hose
+said he thought she'd do very nicely.
+
+Monday soon came and with it the governess in a station cab and a large
+box with R. M. J. in red enamel on it. "Here I am Mrs. Hose" she said
+stepping out of the cab "who tips the cabman you or I"? "The Butler"
+replied Mrs. Hose he has a few shillings in his pocket--Come on John and
+give the Cabman 2/6". The Butler obeyed and helped the honest cabman in
+with the box. Miss Junick was then shown up to her bedroom to take off
+her hat. Then she went into the nursery and found her pupil sitting in a
+high chair all alone playing with his rattle.
+
+Just the kind of baby I shall get jelous of she thought.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 6
+
+HOW MISS JUNICK'S JEALOUSY BEGAN
+
+
+As she entered the room the baby looked up from his play, and stared at
+her rather hard, surprised at seeing a strange lady.
+
+But Miss Junick did not take any notice of the baby's astonishment, but
+merely walked straight over to it, lifted it up, and kissed it a great
+many times, saying as she did so,
+
+"Oh you dear little thing! how I would long to have you for my own." She
+then rang the bell for dinner, as it was then one o'clock, and she knew
+that she had to give the baby its dinner in the nursery. Presently the
+housemaid came up, bearing a tray in her hand with the dinner on it.
+Miss Junick then gave the baby its dinner, and got up and tried to amuse
+it, but the baby got cross and tired, not being used to her; so that she
+was obliged to lay it down in its cradle for its afternoon sleep, while
+she herself went upstairs to unpack her box. When she had done unpacking
+she came down again to see if the baby had awoke.
+
+It was just beginning to wake up as she entered the room. She was
+pleased to see that it was awake, and lifted it out of its cradle,
+kissing it and repeating the same words as before.
+
+At last tea time came, and pretty soon after tea Miss Junick took the
+baby in her arms and took it down stairs to say good night to Mr. and
+Mrs. Hose.
+
+She then brought it upstairs again, took it into its mother's bedroom,
+and began to undress it. She found its little nightgown in a white case
+with C.H. in pale blue letters on it. The nightgown was very pretty, It
+was of white flannel, and the frills round the neck and sleeves were of
+pale blue, as the baby was dedicated to Our Lady of Victories.
+
+When it was in bed, after kissing it a great many times, she turned out
+the gas and retired to her bedroom, saying as she did so, "I could never
+find a baby like that anywhere, not even if I were to search the wide
+wide world."
+
+"Well! I dont know though," she said to herself as she sat down on the
+bed, "I might go out tonight, and ask the Doctor where Mrs. Hose got her
+_lovely_ baby from. Oh no though, perhaps I couldn't, as I should have
+to tell Mrs. Hose that I was going out and what I was going out for. But
+I could pretend to her that I was going out to buy some Beechams Pills
+or a reel of cotton to mend some of my linen. Yes, of course I could do
+that."
+
+And so, without a moments delay, she marched downstairs and into the
+drawing room.
+
+"Oh please Mrs. Hose," she began, "I would like to go down the town to
+buy a box of Beecham's Pills, may I go?, she added.
+
+"A box of Beecham's Pills! why--are you unwell?" said Mrs. Hose.
+
+"Oh dear no, but in case of necessity," said Miss Junick, "and perhaps
+when I get there I may find some other things which I want to buy in the
+shops."
+
+Oh certainly, you may go," said Mrs. Hose, "but you wont be back late,
+will you, because of Baby."
+
+Oh! I have put the baby to bed," said Miss Junick, cocking her head in
+the air, and slamming the door behind her.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 7
+
+WHAT MISS JUNICK DID IN THE TOWN
+
+
+Miss Junick arrived in the town at about eight o'clock! She went
+straight to the Doctor's house and rang loudly at the bell. In a few
+minutes it was answered by a boy in buttons, who asked her what she
+wanted, and on her replying that she wanted to see the Doctor, she was
+shown into a neat little drawing room draped in green and red silk.
+Soon she heard the Doctor's bold step. He opened the door and in he
+came dressed in an evening suit. He bowed politely as he shut the door,
+saying--"Have I the pleasure of seeing Miss Junick the new and
+accomplished governess of Mrs. Hose?" "Yes--you have that pleasure," she
+said, getting up and bowing also.
+
+And what is it you have come to ask me, Miss Junick? he said preparing
+to sit down in his arm chair.
+
+Oh! she said, I have come to ask you where Mrs. Hose got her most lovely
+baby from.
+
+"Oh, said the Doctor, I gave it to her because she wished for one," "Do
+you think you could manage to give me a baby like him?" said Miss
+Junick.
+
+"Well, said the Doctor, the first question is, are you married?
+
+"No, I am not married, but I will marry if you can give me a baby like
+that--it would be worth marrying for."
+
+"Well! you cannot marry till someone asks you, and I cant because I have
+a wife of my own," said the Doctor.
+
+"Well! can I have a baby like it even if I don't marry?" said Miss
+Junick.
+
+"Oh well! I dont think so; Is that all you have come to ask me"? he
+said, in an aggravating tone, beginning to open the door for her.
+
+"Yes, that is all," said Miss Junick, "but you will try and find a baby
+for me, wont you?
+
+"Yes, but you say you are not married," said the Doctor.
+
+"Well! I must have made a mistake, and was not thinking of what I was
+saying, for I certainly am."
+
+"Oh yes, I will try and find one--Good evening Miss Junick," said the
+Doctor.
+
+"Good evening Doctor Brandon, said Miss Junick, and she shut the hall
+door behind her, and commenced to walk up the town.
+
+Dear dear it is nine oclock oh no half past I must hurry or Mrs. Hose
+will be cross and say I neglect the child and I dont only she will think
+so because I have it for too long only an hour and a half it is not at
+all long. At last she came to the house and she went strait to bed but
+she could not sleep for thinking of the baby which she was going to
+have. She did not get scolded in spite of all she said.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 8
+
+THE PRIVATE ARIVAL OF MISS JUNICKS BABY
+
+
+Miss Junick awoke early the next morning; she was very excited thinking
+of her future baby, and she didn't get up until eight o'clock. She then
+walked downstairs to the baby's room, and got it up. When it was dressed
+she gave it its breakfast, but she didn't talk to it, as much as she did
+the other day, for she was too much excited. After breakfast, she found
+it's pram in the shed and took it out for it's walk.
+
+At last she arrived home, and after giving the baby its dinner, she put
+it to it's afternoon sleep. When it woke up she took it out for another
+walk, and on her way she met the doctor's page boy coming along with a
+box under his arm. As she saw him approaching she left the pram without
+a word and ran along to meet him. When she got up to him, the boy raised
+his cap and said. "If you please, Miss, the doctor told me to bring you
+this box and he hopes the contents will do."
+
+"Oh, thank you, thank you," said Miss Junick, as she took the parcel,
+and ran back to the pram with it.
+
+She put the box in, and walked hastily home, for she wanted to open it.
+Soon she got to the house, and to her great horror, as she was going
+upstairs she met Mrs. Hose.
+
+"Well, Miss Junick, have you been taking baby for a walk? she said, "and
+what is that box you have under your arm."
+
+"It is only something I have bought, nothing to do with you," she
+muttered, as Mrs. Hose shut her bedroom door.
+
+When she had undressed the baby, she set it up in it's high chair gave
+it it's rattle, and hurried upstairs to open her precious box.
+
+"I hope it's nice," she said, as she cut the string; she then opened the
+lid of the box. Of course it was ugly, as most babies are when they are
+first born.
+
+But this would not do for Miss Junick, for she called it 'an ugly little
+beast," and threatened to throw it away.
+
+When the next day came she thought it was more ugly still, and that day
+she really did throw it away, and I will tell you where she put it."
+
+In fact she did more than this, for she murdered it first, and then
+threw it into one of the dirty alleys. She was now quite satisfied that
+she had got rid of it, but she was more angry still when she found the
+bill inside the box, "Miss Junick Dr. to Doctor Paulin for one baby
+delivered as per agreement L1." She took the L1 out of her purse and
+walked straight down to the Doctors and gave it without a minutes delay
+and begged to have a receipt at once. So it was given to her at once,
+and he asked her in and cross questioned her about the baby. She paused
+a little and then said--
+
+"Oh its getting on very nicely thank you, good afternoon," and she shut
+the outer door and hurried away home.
+
+When she got home Mrs. Hose's baby was sleeping quietly in its cradle,
+but it soon woke up and she gave it its tea. Pretty soon after tea it
+went to bed, and she went up to her room, and I must tell you that her
+front window looked out upon the churchyard. She was looking out of this
+window as she was doing her hair, and she saw that the burial of a
+little baby was going on, and two poor women were there. Miss Junick
+pierced very hard out of the window and she recognised that it was the
+same little baby that she had murdered and thrown away.
+
+"Oh! so they are burying it are they?" she said to herself, "I wouldn't
+take pity on such an ugly little thing if I were them.
+
+When she had changed her dress she went downstairs to have her supper
+with Mr. and Mrs. Hose thinking all the while of what she had seen. When
+supper was over, she went upstairs and took from her trunk a "shilling
+shocker" and began to read it. Presently she got tired and went to bed.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 9
+
+MISS JUNICK'S PLANS
+
+
+Many years had passed by since Miss Junick had come to Mr. and Mrs.
+Hose, and Mrs. Hose's baby was now two years old, and Mr. Hose was very
+much mastaken in what he had said at first about Miss Junick helping
+them in the evening for she did nothing but read shilling shockers and
+penny horribles all the eveing till it was time for bed and after that
+when she was in bed she used to make plans these were what she maid, as
+she found her baby ugly and that she could not get one like Mrs. Hose's
+she planed that she would steal Mrs. Hoses most lovely baby, little did
+Miss Junick think that the baby she was going to steal was the greatest
+tressure Mrs. Hose had ever had so she realy planed to do this wicked
+act. She was very kind too the baby all this time and each day she grew
+more and more jealous of the baby and she said her plain must soon
+happen and I will tell you more in the next chapter.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 10
+
+HOW MISS JUNICK CARYS OUT HER PLAN
+
+
+2 Weaks had past since Miss Junick had planed what she should do. One
+eveing she pretented too have a bad headache and went to bed before
+supper and had her supper in bed in order that she might think it over,
+yes she said I will steal the baby tomorrow and run away home too my
+mother and father they will be plased to know that I have stolen
+something and she turned on her side I will put mine and some of the
+babys things in a bag very early at about 5 oclock and start off so
+saying she began too snore and too go too sleap. soon the morning came
+and she awoke and dressed hurryeld put her clothes and one dress and one
+cloack and bonnet of the babys in the bag and soon she and the baby were
+in the train for Chichester were she and her mother and father lived.
+The baby screamed and cried because it was tired and wanted too go to
+sleap but wound not because it was in the train and had never been in a
+train before.
+
+Miss Junick had forgoten to bring the babys own bottel but she had a
+small tin of biscuits in her bag and a bottel of sour milk which she had
+entendid for herself but gave it too the baby because it was very hungry
+and had not had anything too eat since its tea the eveing before, all
+this time Mrs. Hose was greeving over the loss of her baby and who she
+thought was her dear good governess can any one have murdered them
+Charlie she said and buried their bodys somewere No I dont think that
+could have happened but we might send round to Mrs. Wight and ask her if
+she has seen anything of them said Charlie. Yes we will do that said
+Mrs. Hose, I will go and wright a note and the weping lady left the
+room. She soon came back I have written to Mrs. Wight she said the boy
+has taken the note and I expect an asew soon and she was wright for in 3
+minets the boy entered and said if you plase Mum Mrs. Wight has come too
+see you herself she is in the drawing room and wants you. Now very well
+said Mrs. Hose and she walked down stairs and into the drawing room. Oh
+how do you do said Mrs. Wight I got your note sit down I will explain
+all about this. Mrs. Hose sat down and Mrs. wight began her story. Well
+she said I one eveing saw Miss Junick taking an eveing stroll and I
+asked her too come in to my house and she said as you are a great frend
+I will tell you this so she said I am very jealous of Mrs. Hose's baby
+and some day I mean to steal him and run away with him and go to my own
+mother and father and I promised I would not say a word to anyone.
+
+Mrs. Hose jumped up from her chair Oh Mrs Wight if you had only told me
+this before I could have saved my own darling baby from been stolen from
+that wicked women and I will now put the blame on you. but why said Mrs.
+wight I think it was very good of me to keep my promise so well.
+
+My dear Mrs. wight said Mrs. Hose if you had told me before I could have
+given notice to that wicked Miss Junick and she would have left before
+she could have time to steal my preschus darling and Mrs. Hose left the
+room and rushed upstairs to tell her husband the bad newes and Mrs.
+wight went home.
+
+Mrs. hose ran into her husbands bedroom Charlie, Charlie, she said what
+_do_ you think that wicked Miss Junick whom we thought was so good has
+stolen our precious baby from us and that silly Mrs. wight new of this
+all along but never told us simply because Miss Junick asked her not too
+she new that Miss Junick was going to steal him and the words died off
+her lips as she fainted into a fitt Mr. Hose burnt a feather under her
+nose to make her come round and she soon revived and was able to say
+more to Mr. Hose.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPT 11
+
+MR. HOSE MAKES ENQUIRIES
+
+
+early the next morning Mr. Hose got up dressed quickly and instead of
+going to his office he went to the police office and made enquiries and
+this is what he said to inspecter have you seen a young lady with a
+little baby. I got a governes for my little boy and now she has stolen
+him and has gone home to her parents her Mother is a murderdress and her
+father is a robber I have no idear were her parents live, No Sir said
+inspecter gong I have not seen her I dont think could you dicribe her
+and the baby to me and then I could make sure weather I had seen her or
+not. Well said Mr. Hose the governess was an elderly person with sharpe
+black eyes and black hair and a salow complexion I do not no how she was
+dressed at the time for it was quite early in the morning when she stole
+my baby. No Sir replyed inspecter Gong I have seen no such person, oh
+thank you said Mr. Hose good morning, good morning Sir said the
+inspecter as he shut the door of the police office and Mr. Hose went
+down the steps and walked feeling very unsatisfactory.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 12
+
+
+Many years have passed since Mr. Hose lost his child Mrs. Hose had died
+of greef two years befor and often in the eveing when Mr Hose sat
+alonne he would say to himself would I had that wretched Miss Junick by
+the scraff of the neck and he picked up the poker and shook it to show
+what he would do if he had her in his hands, one eveing as Mr Hose sat
+gazeing in to the emty great where there should have been a fire, he
+heard footsteps in the Porch Mr Hose was startled for now that Mrs Hose
+was dead people seldom came near the house and Mr Hose was not much to
+look at, he had very little hair and what he had was very seldom brushed
+and his red nose got bigger every day so you can emagin how few people
+ventured near him. when he heard the bell ring he jumped up and asked
+the servent who it was she said she would go and see she soon apperd and
+said it was a young man wanted to know if Mr Hose lived here show him in
+and say I do Just at that moment a man rushed in father he said dont you
+know me, and he flung himself into Mr Hoses arms my son my son where
+have you been all these long years tell me all about it. where is mother
+I must tell her too why my son you will never see your mother again she
+is dead she has dided for the loss of you ah I have had whom I thought
+was my mother and it was not untill I saw in the paper that I was still
+bieng looked for and that my name was Charlie Hose and Mr Hose was still
+alive while my supposed name was Auther Junick that I was determined to
+ascape and so I did. well my son I cant tell you how glad I am to have
+you back again saying you where 1 year old when we missed you If your
+mother had only been here to see you safe at home and Miss Junick in
+Prison and always had you with her she would rejoice, and now hoping _I_
+have pleased I will end my story of the Jealous governess or the granted
+wish.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Transcriber's Notes:
+
+The oe-ligature is denoted in the text by brackets.
+
+Page 60, "is" changed to "it" (What is it dearest)
+
+Page 164, "He,en" changed to "Helen" (12-30 Helen)
+
+Page 173, an opening quotation mark was removed (Gladys dried her eyes)
+
+
+
+
+
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