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Chapter NumberXVI - XVIII
Chapter TitleTHE TRIAL
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Newspaper TitleThe Brisbane Courier (Qld. : 1864 - 1933)
Trove TitleGrantford Grange
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GEANTFOKD GRANGE.

BY MARY KYLE DALLAS.

CHAPTER XVI.

THE TRIAL. *

THIS will Mrs. Peyton had absolutely learnt by heart. Sho could have detected tho slightest alteration in either letter or spirit ; and she knew that, little Otho Grantford being out of tho way, her only Bon waa tho legal hoir. Where he was she diet, not know.. His Bilonce and mysterious absence rendered her uneasy ; but not in any very great degree. She felt sure that, wherever ho was, tho news of what had happened at the Grange would soon reach him, ana, moanwhilo, she was on tho spot to opposo the claim of her sister Roso's boy, Richard Osprey, by the declaration that hor son was in existence For Dick hod como oponly to the neighborhood at last, and, with his friend Simeon Blix forever at his side, was hourly seen and pointed out as tho future heir of. tho Grantford property by thoso who knew of his relationship.

The mother was not idle in her son's intoreBt. She had already visited the logal gentleman who attended to tho Grantford interests and modo her statement of facts ; and though the heir was not on the spot and tho proofs of his iden- tity were in his own possession, wherever he might be, tho only oonsequenoo of his absence would be a postponement of tho sottlemont of affairs, and all must bo right at lost.

So argued Mrs. Peyton, and set horsolf to work to be as comfortable as possible in the

meanwhile

Borrowing some funds, from the kind old people with whom she now tarried, sho pro -ided herself with handsome mourning goods Viid began with a zeal quite indescribable to " go into black for poor door little Otho."

A dressmaker was closeted with her in seorct council, and Deb. stitched as though hor life depended on it. But drossmakors will disap- point patrons occasionally, and milliners aro prone to put off delivory of bandboxes until their customers aro wrought to a pitch of 'frenzy, and Mrs. Beatrice suffered at the hands of these operatives as othors havo suffered.

Consequently her grand plan of appearing sentimentally in the most becoming weeds as chief mourner of her little nophow, was put off from timo to time until the briof trial drew closo to its ond. The last day had indeed arrived when Mrs. Peyton turned herself around boforo her glass, Bhook out tho folds of a black bordered 'kerchief, shook baok hor veil and said to Deb.: , ,

" How do I look now ? Do you Jhiuk black becoming ?"

"Lor, now, don't Missus look haniBomo!"" cried the over reedy Deb. " Mos' oxplondid ! Nobber did aoe suoh a glosBy black ! Jos' as of she was gwino to a funeral now, so mighty fino and sorry."

Mrs. Peyton smiled.

" You may havo tho old brown dross," sho said ; " I shon't wear it again. And now run and tell Mrs. Helmstono I'm going to go to court with her to-day. It is time I appeared

there."

But Mrs. Helmstono was not to bo found, and Deb. shuffled back to inform " MÍSSUB" that tho old couplo had already left the house. In fact, their anxiety had been too groat to permit thom to await the completion of Mrs. Peyton's ela- borate toilette, and they wero even as she spoke, listening with attentivo cars to the last of tho witnesses examined. No one but an old woman who had soon the child and his tutor together on tho day of tho fateful excursion to tho lake

shore.

They listened with Bad hoarts and anxious faces-tho only friends the unhappy prisoner had in the whole court room, for the evidence had boen strong against him since old Ebon

Oats arose in the witness box.

Goraldino Osprey was not present. Sho dreaded the ovent too much, and kind Miss Henderson remained at home with her. But her brother was there, slunk into a corner, as though he desired to hide himsolf from observa- tion, and at his elbow lounged Sim. Blix, the most attentive auditor, porhaps, in tho wholo

court-room. «

The apartment WOB very full, and the crowd not moro polite than Buch crowds usually are. Therefore, when Mrs. Peyton arrived, she foud it quite impossible to gain a good position, and, at first, could not catch a glimpse J of the prisocr.

Deb., howover, taller by a head than hor mistress, and not troubled by lady liko scruples, perched herself on a benoh just within tho door,

and starod about her.

For a few moments she stared about hor with tho careless enjoymont of her race in new scenes and objects, shining on her ebon face. Then the rolling eyes settled themselves on one object, at first wondoringly, then with a great torror creeping into them.

"'Taint noways possible," Bho muttered at last. " 'Taint noways. Suffin' is do matter wid my eyes. Him. Laws now, couldn't bo."

But she Btarcd on, her face growing, as she looked, more and moro ashy in huo ; her oyes starting from their sockets, and riveted on tho countenance of tho prisoner at tho bar.

Ha stood erect, his armB folded on his breast, his eyes cast down. The waving hair had fallon over tho broad brow, and as Dob, lookod, ho lifted his right hand to brush it back. As he did so, a ring upon his finger caught tho light, and the black woman uttered a sup- pressed groan.

" Lord lobe us, does scom as of we was gib ober to the debbil's keopin'. Docs seem so.

Nobber was sich afore 'TIB him-'tis. I know de faro and I know do ring. Oh ! oh ! oh !"

Thus she muttered, and descending from her porch, approached her mistress.

" Missus," Bho whispered, " Dob.'B gone ( razy at last, olso de debbil is cotcht us."

" Mercy, what does ail you, woman ?" said Mrs. Poyton. " You do look dreadful. Did you ever see such rudo people ? Thoy won't let me get near enough to hear or see, and such a smell. My cologne, Deb."

"No matter for c'lopo, Missus-no matter for nuffin' at all," moaned Dob. " Oh, put yer head roun', Missus, nnd I'll tell you suffin' suffin' awful-suffin' wuss than dyin' is. Listen, Mi»sy-" and she whispered some words in the

lady's ear.

Mrs. Peyton turned palo.

"You aro crazy, Deb.," she said.

" Hopes I is," said Deb., "but it don't Boom jo. I sea de face and do Jigger, and I wouldn't b leve nuffin', but whon I see de gol' ring, shape ob a cross, on his finger, I know'd for certain

sure it's him."

" You did not-you' ore crazy. Gentlemen, let me pass, in Heaven's name," said Mrs. Poy ton, struggling forward. " Some one holp me ; I must get nearer, I must," and her light figure "ung itself desperately against the burly forms . of tho countrymen grouped about the door, and » ' -r little hands parted a path for herself as sho

mado her way forward.

Deb. followed in her wake.

At last they could soo the prisoner plainly, and stood still.

" ni"U ^° name °k d° I<or'>" whispered Deb.

Oh, Missus, your eyes ia younger don mino ; does you seo what I does-?"

Tlie widow trembled from head to foot. » ith clasped hands and dilated eyes she stood transfixed, staring wildly 'upon tho handsome 'ace of the man who stood before HB judges to be tried for the death of Otho Grantford, the tutor charged with BO horrible a betrayal of his

1 fi towar^3 an innocent and unoffending

The trial was almost over. Evidence had cen taken, and opinions varied, as opinions on such subjects always do.

No alibi could be proved. * No other mortal w»s implicated. The only defence the prisoner's c°unscl could make for him was tho absence of

^.possible motive for the atrocious act. No ttu°g was to bo gained, everything to be lost, by the foul deed.

There had been no quarrel'.. There was no grudge to satisfy, no money to be gained. Only n idiot or a madman could commit BO motivo- ns a deod of blood, and it was plain to all that n]°A 'BaB neLther- Eloquently the lawyer I lacod. this before hiB attentive audience, and, eaning forward, brought MB speech to a climax

"Gontlomon of the jury, you bohold in the prisoner at tho bar an , injured and innocont man. Blood has been shod for gold, for re- vengo, in hot anger, in cold, remorseless hate. A thousand motives might be found for manya murder-for this, not one.

"Let tho accusers of my slandered olient think of this. Lot them Btep forward and point to you and to me one possible motivo Lionol Malcolm could hayo had for tho murder of the innocent child whoso instruction waa confided to his hands.

" Can they nome ono ? .Can you think of ono ? I await an answer. Unless it can bo given, no Christian juror moy doro pronounce the injured man boforo him guilty. Spook. Mon aro listoning, angels aro listening, God himself is listoning. Give the motivo to tho

air."

Ho paused. The silence was unbrokon for a moment. Then, from a spot near the door arose a scream-a woman's scream, piercing and loud-a cry of " My son ! my son !" and through the crowd a lady in deep mourning forced horsolf toward tho spot where tho prisoner stood, Bobbing wildly :

"My,boy! my boy! Oh, Lionel, dearest Lionol, can this bo real ? Is it indood you ? Oh, my poor, poor boy. Your mother will have thom punished for this. Your mother ia hore, my darling !"

And Mra. Peyton forced horsolf into tho dook, and flung herself upon tho prisoner's

breast.

Ho yielded to her caresses as ono might yield to tho stab unwittingly givon by some beloved and loving friend, knowing, as ho did BO, that she had scalod his doom, as ho folded his arms about her ho whispered :

" Mother, poor mother, God bloss and help you!"

As they stood thus foldod in each other's arms, the eyes of all in tho courthouse upon thom, tho sympathy deoponing, tho murmurs of pity and belief in tho prisoner's innocenco growing louder, the legal gentleman who con- ducted the prosecution loaned forward.

" Mrs. Peyton, I believe," ho said.

"I am Beatrice Grantford Peyton, the late

Henry Grantford's eldest aUtor, sobbed tho j

widow.

" And tilla is your son I"

" My door, injured, falsely acousod son," said tho | lady. " You shall ruo the day you brought so vile a charge against him. Don't foel alarmed, dear. Our family has immense influonco."

Tho lawyer drew him to his full height, and stood with his finger pointod toward the prisoner, as ho said solemnly :

" Gontlemon of tho jury, my opponont has asked you what possible motive the piisonor at the bar could havo had for tho murder of an innocent ohild. Behold your answer. You soo before you tho nearest living heir to tho Grantford property, and tho life which ho has taken, the young life of a confiding, innocont child, was all that Btood botweon him and this goodly horitage. I say no more. The blaok

noss of tho crime and its sordid motivo are too I plainly placed before you to need any words from me. I road it in your eyes already."

Alas ! for the prisoner, that look was reflected on every abhorrent face. Men nearest to him shrunk away ; tho poor clergman covered his faco and groaned ; tho counsel for dofenco sunk into a scat in blank dismay ; and poor, silly Mrs. Peyton, gathering from the glances

cast upon her the true stato of things, sank into |

a death-liko swoon.

In all that room but ono clung to her faith in tho accused man. Old Mrs. HehuBtono, who, with her plump cheeks stained with tears, and hor- dumpling figuro all a-tromblo, arose and

carno forward.

" Taking Mrs. Peyton's fainting form in her arms, sho said, in a tremulous voice :

I'll take caro of hor, dear. You've ono friond left, at least, besido your Maker. I know you aro innocent, and God will aid you at

last."

Then, as certainly a doomod man as though the sentence hod been pronounced, Lionel stood before the many eyes so full of abhorrence and of vongeance Ho heard the murmurs of honest voices, coupling his namo with words of scorn. Ho heard also tho wild screams of his mother, who, in the little ante-room, had been brought to conoiousness only to fall into strong hystorics and ravings liko thoso of insanity.

The jury only turned in their places and spoko together for a momont.

Then the foreman gave tho verdiot expected by all-" Guilty."

CHAPTER XVII.

THE VILLAIN AND HIS TOOL.

THE crowd had left the court houso, and, di- vided into little groups, disperaod itself over

tho town and was seen no moro. The after <noon waB wearing to a closo, and olroady a faint, ghost-like moon lay in tho sun-Bet sky ready to assort her supremaoy when day hod left her throne Down in tho tangled woods it was already evening, and there, leaning against a giant oak treo, stood Richard Osprey, his. young face pallid as horror could make it, his handB clenched until tho nails pierced the soft palms, and his whola frame trembling convul- sively. Opposito him stood Simoon Blix smok- ing a cigar, with both hands in his pockets, and his twinkling, black eyes fixed upon thoso of the conscience-tortured youth.

Tho latter first broko silence.

"¡Sim.," he said, " this can't go on. I can't let it-I dare not. Tho man will bo hung hung, Sim. Think of that. My cousin, too, and a fellow after my own heart. Oh no, Sim. -you know I'm not a villain. I must have Otho back. Anything is bettor than this anything-anything !"

Sim. looked at his companion scornfully.

"Go on," he said. "Let it out. Let the steam off-do. It will do you good. You'd oughtor have hysterics like a gal. Lord, now don't you look like ono-ehattoring and raving there ! Havo Otho back ! There's a good ono. You'll bo glad to do it, won't you ? Lord, yes, have him back. Give him the property, and go bog or Btarve How aro you going to get him back, eh ? You needn't suppose I'll let you mako a fool of yourself-"

" You heard the verdict, Sim.," cried tho youth-" Guilty ! Oh ! how my cousin'B face

looked then! You heard tho sentence-'To

be hanged by the neck until he is dead.' And he an innocont man. A kingdom couldn't pay

ma for such a murder. It would be a murder |

OB much as if I shed his blood."

Sim. Blix took his cigar from his lips and oooly brushed away, the aBhea.

" Hanged by the neck until he is dead," he said. " Well, juBt now you'd rather stand in his shoes than your'n had you ? Because, look hero, Dick, it's too late to hunt Otho up now altogether too late. I'm implicated. I've acted a friendly part to you, and done what you couldn't havo the pluck to do for yourself, and as I said, I'm implicated. Now, I an't goin' to

bo kicked down tho ladder after I've climbed BO

far ; and if any ono tries it I'll have revenge, sure as my name's Blix. You know what hap- pened between you and your uncle in the woodB, and that there sentence will be done over for

your benefit if you rile me too much. Other- wise I'm friendly. He had better hang than you ; and if he was in the woy, of course the Grange is as far as ever. That an't my plan. As your brother-in-law, 'tisn't my plan, you may suppose."

The youth looked at tho grinning monster before him, and, clasping his hands to his brow, flung himself upon the earth.

"It is too horrible!" he moaned-" too hor- rible ! I connot meet such a fate. Yet it would bo bettor than to be a murderer in reality. What a coward I am-what a coward-oh! Heavens, what a coward !"

"Wouldn't tell the whole world if you don't want to meet the consequences," sud Sim. " They've only got to look to see wha1; spunk you've got. I wouldn't bo a gal, I Vow I wouldn't," said Simeon Blix, cooly. N

The youth started to his feet and caught his arm fiercely.

'_' You can't bo quite a fiend," he soid-" tot quite-not quite. Your face and form are hu- man. Listen : I pray for mercy. Don't force me to this'ovil deed. You know I cannot walk of my own accord to the gallows. You'know I don't deserve such a fate. Lot me find Otho. Let me take him back to the Grange. You shan't be compromised--indeed you shan't. I

don't ask you to do anything to help mo ; but for Hpaven's aako, Blix, don't throw obstacles in my way. If evorl como into possession of tho proporfy you shall ask for what you ohoso. I swoar it, Blix. Half-all. Oh, Sim., think. My cousin is innocont. Ho has navor harmed

ÜB-novor!"

Simoon Blix tossed away tho bit of cigar re- maining and smiled sarcastically.

" Much obliged for nothing, he said. " Put Otho back at tho Orango, and let this cousin of yours march around waiting for tho child's shoes, and youVo a splendid chance, hovon't you, of tho Orango property you're to bo so generous with. What a stupic\.you aro, Dick !

'Tian't likely you'll find Otho, for I shan't help you, and all you'll do will bo to run your hoad into tho halter. I'm a good friend, but I've got too muoh gipsy in_mo not to bo a bitter enemy as well. Lot things take thoir courso, I say ; folks aro coming."

Ho turned away as ho spoko, and Richard, slouching his cap ovor his oyeB, followod Simoon Blix along the path leading townward.

At tho" very sound of footsteps his yoorning to do right gavo way to abjoct terror, and as ho wont, ho whisporcd :

" They didn t hear mo, Sim. I did not speak vory loudly. They novor could havo heard

mo."

" Folks of that kind ave not fond of listen- ing," said Simoon, as he pointed to two old farmors plodding along with their chins buried in thoir waistcoats. " You aro coming to your sonsos at loBt, Diok Come-I'm friondly as long us I an't rilod, and we're to bo brothers, you know."

Diok said nothing. Ho walked on, bout upon eoncoaling his troubled face from any ohauoo observer, noithor daring to look bohindor before him, and, while hating the man at his sido, too muoh afraid of him to uttor a word to vox him now that tho first burst of feeling was over. Bosidos, as he walked on a vision of tho Grange aroso before his oyos-a vision of himself as its

master.

What a lifo it would bo contrasted with that ho now led. Luxury, case, honor, in place of povorty, anxiety, and tho shame of debts and

duns.

Ho bogan to try to fancy himself in tho banda of foto-to say, 1 oan't help it, after all-to

throw all blnmo on Sim. Blix and oxonorato himself-to sink onco moro into the woak tool

of a wicked man, and to loose tho littlo strength bittor romoso had for tho moment given him.

Two hours later, flushed with wine, yot with tho decanter still at his elbow, ho sat opposito Simoon, trolling forth a drinking song, and bo tweon tho versea boasting loudly that ho was master.of tho Orango, and promising enormous gifts of land and jowels aud horseflesh, whioh would havo ostoundod tho vory genii of tho Arabian Nights' Entertainments, not only to Sim., but to tho grinning waiter who attended

on them.

CHAPTER XVIII.

AN EVENTFUL NIGHT.

LIONEL MALCOLM-or, now that his real name is known, Lionol Poytou-had beon incarcoratod in his coll for many days, seeing no living faoo save that of his gaoler.

Ho know his doom was sealed. Ho know

that all tho world was against hiin. Tho proofs of guilt wero fearfully strong, and his innocence oouly not bo croditod by mortal man. There hnd been no thought of moroy or pardon in his caso, for tho orimo scorned so vilo a ono-tho murdoror of a ohild too foul a oreaturo to bo forgiven by man or by his Makor.

How Btrong the fooling was against him ho scarcoly know until, one day, his gaolor's ohild

-a toddling boy of threo-followed his father into tho prisoner's coll when ho brought him his midday meal. Tho littlo ono had ontorod with tho fcnrloBsncsB of childhood, and Lionel had hold out his hand towards him, glad to greet oven BO young a croature with tho clasp of friendship ; but at that moment its mothor, palo with foal", had followed and caught hor child, and bore it off with something botweon a sob and a cry. She uttorod no word, but her oyos said, " Tho bond red with tho blood of ono ohild shall not touch that of mino," and thoir glanco stabbod Lionel to tho soul. From that hour tho innocont man felt that tho brand of Cain was on his brow, and dreaded to moot tho glanco of his fellow-mortals.

Flung upon a couch, ho hid his pallid faco by hours together, wondering, as ho lay supinely,

what Geraldino would think-what sho would

fool ; longing to Bpoak to her for ono instant ; praying that at least she might boliove him innocent. And tho good old clergyman and his wifo-tho dear old woman who had professed hor truat in him until tho last-why did thoy

never como near him ?

ho carno at last-cosy, comfortablo Mrs. HolmBtono-bringing homelike sunshine into the cell with her, oven though it foil thora through a shower of tears. She kissed Lionel on his forehead, and called him " hor owu dear boy." Sho told him how sho trusted in some- thing happoning to prove his innocence before it was too late, and how she prayed for it on her bonded knees morning and evening.

" And about my daily work, too, Lionol," sho said ; " and when I'm visiting tho sick and poor, and always, I do boliovo ; for you aro novor out of my mind, nor out of your mother's, I know. Sho would bo with mo OIBO, but she is ill-not dangorously, so don't bo frightened, but in a sort of nervous fovor-ond quite woak, poor

dear. Archibald-"

There she stopped, and flushed ; and tho prisoner said, sadly :

"Mr. Helmstono thinks me guilty, I know."

" I know he doesn't," Bobbed tho littlo wo- man ; " but tho best of men aro so frightfully unreasonable ! Thoy will havo proofs. Now wo women know things aro so or not so by our feelings. Archy should trust hiB. Buf thora is tho rodieulous ovidonoo. It's only for a while though, my dear ; I'm sure "of that. Some- thing will happen to clear it all up, and end tho mattor to your credit ; and we shall seo you master of tho Grange yet. God is a just God,

Lionel."

"Arnon!" said tho prisoner. "Yet ho some- times permits innocent men to suffer."

" On earth," said Mrs. Helmstono, bursting into a fresh flood of toars. " But, my dear, if even that should happen, there's a bettor world than this-a world where all things oro re- vealed. My poor boy, my dear, dear Lionol trust in Him, oven to the last. Believe in Him. He nover forsakas unless wo havo forsaken Him."

Then, kneoling bosido tho couch whoro be had flung himself, tho good old soul pillowed tho young man's head upon her arm, and

kissed his broad, white forehead.

Then, with a forewoll, and a promise to como again whonnvor she could gain admission, sho would have left him ; but he caught her hand.

"Stop, kind friend," he said. "Ono ques- tion, and, for Heaven's sake, answer mo truly : Doos Geraldine Osprey think me guilty ?"

" Geraldino is a woman, Lionel," Bald the old lady. " She knows you nover did so horriblo a thing as that they accuso you of."

"Aro you sure-aro you sure ? Has she said so ?" gasped Lionel.

"Athousand times," said the old lady. "I'd hate her if «he thought otherwise."

"Thank Heaven!" sighed the prisoner. Then, in a fainter tone, he asked: "Ia she married yet ?"

"No," said the old lady. "Tho vulgar wretch she is engaged to-how it ever hap penodldon'tknow-would h nvoliked the wedding to take place ; but the death of little Otho is a good excuse for putting it off longer. I hope she'll never have him, and I wish-Oh dear, when wothinkwhatmightbavebepn wo sometimes can't make up our minds to what is !"

What might have been ! The words fell upon Lionel's ear with a eruol sound. HÍB old, bright dreams rose before him vividly, and he turned away his face to hide the tears that would start despite IIÍB every effort to restrain them. Ho hardly heard the parting words of his good old friend, or the closing of the door bebind her, in the great agony of those ghosts of blighted hopes. Yet he was better for that brief visit ;

more able to think with fortitude of tho dread future, and to pray for strength to bear the worBt should the worst bo permitted to fall upon him. Sometimes, despite his conviction that there was no hope for him, a momentary expectation of deliverance flashed upon him.

A stop in tho corridor without his cell, a sudden ring of tho prison bell, a loud murmur of voicos would fill him with tho thought that some ovont had token placo whioh hod provodhiB innoconco. For a whilo ho would poco tho floor awaiting for good_ nows-hopoful, oager, trembling with expectation-only to fling himBelf upon his couch again, moro crushod and hopoloss than

boforo.

Mrs. Helmstono did not como again. Truth to toll, sho also was waiting forthogoodncwsthat novor carno, And Mrs. Peyton-now dange- rously ill-demanded constant caro.

Tho dayB woro on-fast for all who watched thoir flight-but oh, how rapidly for one whoso .. hours woro numbered ! It is not possible for a

young man in full health and ationgth to think calmly of'such a'death as that, which had boon motod out for Lionol Poyton ; and ho longed to bo the voriost beggar in the street, froo to breatho tho air of Heaven as long as nature gave bun loavo to live-to bo any man, how- ever wrotohod, in any condition, or any clune, if with tho ohango only tho life and freedom nllottod by his Maker could bo given.

Ono day, when tho sun had so noorly sot that tho shadows of tho bars upon the windows oropt over tho floor and up tho opposite wall, giving tho littlo room tho rosomblanco of a oago, Lionel, gloomier ,than over, paced the floor, counting his stops for vory ¡weariness, when tho gaoler oponed tho door aud announced :

" A lady."

Expecting to moot th'o form of good MVB. Helmstono, Liouel's oyes turnod towards tho spot, and rested on a figure drcssod in black, and half covored by a heavy mourning voil. It Btood quito motionless until tho door was closed, and then tho veil was liftod, and Lionol saw boforo him Geraldino Osprey.

For a moment neither spoko. . Lionol re- mained muto, as though ho fanoied hor prosenco but a vision, which a word or a movement might dissolvo into thin air ; aud the girl could not control hor voice sufficiently to utter any greeting. But, aftor a strugglo, sho broke tho

silonco of the cell :

" You wonder at my ooining hore, perhaps," sho said. " I may havo dono wrong, but I could not stay away. I havo so longod to seo you, to assure you that I at least know your bauds ara froo from stain of blood. If, for one momont, I could havo foarod that you doubted my trust in you, I oould have borne tho pang. You novor-thought I could bolievo-"

Sho could say no more, sobs interrupted hor uttoraneo, and sho sank upon tho little stool Lionol brought forward for hor, and hid hor

face in hor kcrchiof.

Lionol knolt beBido hor.

In thoir omotion both romomborod only thoir earnest lovo and tho doom which hung ovor ono of thom. As tho youth knelt ho ventured to claBp tho girl's hand, to twino his arm about hor waist ; and his poor, aching hoad sank upon hor shoulder. Sho foltit thoro, and tho othor hand fell caressingly upon bia curls.

" My poor, poor darling," sho whisped ; " my doaroBt of tho world ! How daro thoy uso you thus! now daro thoy doubt your inno- conco ! Is thoro no hopo, no morey in thoir hearts ! Aro thoy fiends ?"

Sho lookod down into tho palo faco on hor shoulder, but all its griof had vanishod. In" its ploco romoinod ineffable swootnoss and joy. Tho gontlo touoh of that door hand had oharinod away all temora ; for tho first timo sho know sho loved him ; ali along Bho had known that

ho lovod hor.

At anothor momont maidon modesty and shamo for tho betrayal of hor lovo might havo overwholmod Geraldino Osprey, but this was such a solemn momont as a doath-bed parting might bo, and tho world's conventionalities woro not romomborod. As a mother or a sister might, sho hold her knooling lover in a choBto

embrace.

Glad to fool hia breath upon hor chock, tho ripplo of his ourling hair boncath her hand, for

the last as woll as the first time

If only ruthless timo could havo stopped and loft tho two together in that prison cell, dospito its bare walls and its barred windows, it would havo soomod to both an earthly paradise.

Tho sun sank lower, the shodowB lengthonod, climbing tho wulla higher and highor still. Soarcoly a word was spokon. Content to bo bûBido eaoh other, tho lovors hardly oared for Bpcoch ; and Lionel felt that ovon at tho last awful momont this hour would bo a memory full of balm and healing ; for tho consciousness that comos to all truo lovors-that tho union of boort and soul is not for this world-only had como to him with tho first oarosBing touoh of that dear hand fluttering so softly and tremu- lously over his brown curls.

Somothing-of this ho might havo uttorcd had not tho jingling of tho gaoler's keys broken tho silence, and oausod both to start to their foot as tho door oponod and tho gaolor entered.

" You'ro in luck to-day," ho said, looking at the prisonor. " Hero's anothor lady-your old aunty-if sho over gots boro for crying. How a gontloman with such nffootionato friends could brook their hearts, I don't know. I'm pretty tough, but that poor old critter outsido doos

mako even mo- Ahern !"

And tho gaolor shook hia hoad, and wipod his

oyos.

" It ia my mother," said Lionel.

" Or good Mrs. Holmstono," whispered Geral-

dino."

But tho face and form which at that moment appeared on tho threshold woro unknown to either. Thoy woro those of an old woman of perhaps oighty-tho hair whito, tho chooks sunken, spectacles hiding tho oyes, and a hood and cap onvoloping tho hoad j stooping until aho was nearly bent doublo, supporting horsolf on a crutch Btiok, and sobbing dreadfully, sho tottered in, crying, us Bho carno ;

" My poor nephew-my dear nephew-to think of mooting you in such a placo ! Oh, oh,

oh!"

Lionol gazed in astonishment on this unex- pected visitor, and Goraldino looked from one to tho othor wondoringly. A Bort of torxor posscssod her, and sbo involuntarily shrunk from tho singular being who approached hor.

Thof old lady obsorved tho movement, and spoko,' botweon her sobs :

"Don't go, my donr. I'd rathor you stayed, Poor, doar boy. Gaoler, leave mo awhile with him. An old woman liko mo can't carry him off, and he's my-only-nophow."

Again sho shook with griof, and tho gaolor who had already brought from his own room an arm-chair, placed it for hor and loft the room.

On tho instant tho woman aroso to hor full height, and placed her finger on hor lip.

" Not a word," sho said. " If your aunt is a now relation koop it to yourself."

And in a twinkling cap and glnssoB were liftod, and a tall, dark, beautiful woman, of fivo-and-thirty or thorcaboutB, stood boforo thom-Hogar, tho gipsy, though neither know

hor name

Sho stood an instant enjoying their astonish- ment, and thon resumed her disguiso with a low laugh. '

" Don't disown your aunt, and she'll do you a good turn, young gentleman," she said.

" Look hero."

And in her brown palm, drawn from some hiding-placo amidst her head goar, lay two or threo delicate instruments of polished steel.

" Can you uso those ?" sho said. " Look you ¡ out your bars awoy with those, and at twelve you'll find a coupla of our lads outside to help you away from gaol and the gallows-lads who won't shirk danger, and who will walk through fire and wotor but thoy'll serve you for the -night-lads you can trust with your life, though maybe couldn't with your purso at another time. It's only a light hand and a quick ear, and a moonlight flitting is boforo you.

Lionol's fingers involuntarily caught the lit- tle tools, and his oyo turned, toward the gratod window, as though measuring its Btrength, but tho next momont ho made u gesture as though

to return them.

" It is a coward's part to fly," ho said. " Who, in such a case, could doubt my guilt ? Who- ever you may be, I thank you from my heart, madam, but I should blush to avail myself of the means of escape you offer."

"Better blush than be hanged," said the gipsy. "Eh, my prettjr gentleman, dangling at a rope's end, you'd wish for the file and tho rope ladder the gipsy lads will toss you. Soo, now, the young lady's eyes ask you to be Ben sible, and as for thinking you innocent, who

thinks that? Moybo a woman or two, hut nei- ther judgo nor jury. Como don't bo a fool. Tako a gipsy's odvioo (you know wo read the stars), and perhaps tho -truth will como to light some dayl I won't toko back tho tools ; I carno to bring them to you."

Geraldine olung to Lionel's arm.

"Listen to hor," sho whispored. "Accept hor aid, and lot Geraldino still pray for your safety."

Tho prisoner's oyo onco moro sought the grated panes, and thon returned to the sweet foco bosido bim. Through tho clouds of tho dark present, ho fancied that ho caught a glimpso of what might bo oven yet a gladsomo futuro.

Without thoso bars lay liberty, hopo, porhaps a boon still swootor j within, ouly a fow honra

of wrotohed life and a shameful (loath.

Ho looked at tho gipsy oarnostly.

" Why havo you takon this intorost in me ?"

ho nskocl.

Tho woman laughed.

" Gipsy folk aro not liko others," sho said. "Bottor not ask, or try to know. Only ro momber that until to-morrow sunriso tho lads you'll meet outsido aro sworn to Borve you. Come the gaolor is oloso by, Hido tho tools."

Her woird block eyes danced ovor tho room, and fell upon a loaf "of broad, loft with a bowl of soup, for tho prisoner's suppor. With sur- prising celerity sho caught it up, out a doep wedgo from tho upper sido, scoopod out tho crumbs, swallowing thom as sho worked, and hid tho tools within, lotting tho wodgo in caro fully,' so that it would havo takon a sharp oyo

to detect tho lino tho knife had mado.

" Your room will bo senrohod after wo'ro gono, I supposo," sho said. "They'll novor think of that hiding placo. Como, lady, wo ought to go, for tho hours aro flying and filing is slow work for tho dainty handB of a gontlo

lnan."

As sho spoko, tho glasses, with thoir onor moua tortoiso-8holl rims, were resumod, the lithe form bont and trembled, and au old wo- man scorned to stand wooping boforo thom.

Goraldino hold out hor hand.

" Good bye God guard and bloss you," sho

said.

And Lionel whispored :

" It may bo a h Colon g parting, Geraldino. Give mo ono happy momory,"

Ho stooped ns ho spoko, and their Ups met in a long, lingoring kiss.

" Farewell, ho whispored, " farowoll. Good angels watoh ovor you, bo my fato what it may. And if wo novor moot on earth, wo shall in

Hoavon."

And " in Hoovou" foil faintly from tho pallid lips of Geraldino, as sho cast one agonized glanco upon hor lovor oro Bho loft his coll.

[TO UK CONTINUED.]

A KIND lody Bont a woatorn editor a pie, with tho roqueat " ploaso inaort." Ho " insortod" it

of course.

A ÏBW wooks altor a loto marriago the hus- band had some pooulinr thoughts whon putting on his last olcau shirt, as ho saw no nppearanco of a washing. ' Ho thoroupon roso oorlior than UBual ono morning and kindled a fire When hanging on tho kettlo ho mado a noise on pur- pose to arouso his oasy wife Sho immediately pooped over tho blankets, and then oxclaimod : " My dear, what aro you doing ?" Ho doli boratoly responded : " I'vo put on my last oloan shirt, and I'm going to wash ono for myBolf." "Vory woll," ropliod Mrs. Easy, "you had bettor wa3h ono for mo too !"

DIVINE ORIGIN OJ? PHYSICAL TRUTHS. Truths physieol havo an origin as divino aB truths religious. In tho timo of Galliloo they triumphod ovor tho casuistry and secular power of tho Ohuroh j and in our own day tho inoontrovortiblo truthB of primeval lifo havo won as noblo a victory over tho errors of a Bpooulativo thoology, and fako intoprotation of tho Word of God. Soionco ovor has beon, ond ovor must bo the safeguard of roligon. Tho grandeur of her truths may transond our failing reason, but thoso who cherish ond loau upon truths equally grand, but certainly moro incomprehensible, ought to seo in tho marvols of tho inatorial world tho host dofonoo as woll OB tho bost illustration of the mistories of thoir faith.

MANY a marriago has commonced, liko tho morning red, and porishod Uko a mushroom. Wherefore ? Because tho married pair noglootod to bo as agreeable to each other after thoir union as tboy woro boforo it. Sock always to ploaso oaoh othor, my children, but in doing so keep hcavon in mind. Lavish not your lovo to- day, romomboring tho marriago has a morrow, and again a morrow. Bethink yo, my daughters, what tho word housowifo oxprosscs. Tho married woman is hor husband's domostio trust. On her ho ought to bo able to place his reliance in houso and family ; to hor ho Bhould. confido tho kuy of his hoart, and the lock of his store-room. His honor and his homo aro undor her protection, and his wolforo is in hor bands. Pondor this ! And you, my sons, bo true mon of honor, and good futhors of your families. Aót in suoh wiso thal your wivos respect and lovo you. And what moro shall I say to you my children ? Peruse diligently tho Word of God, that will guido you out of storm and dead calm, and bring you safo into port. And as for tho rest-do your host.-Frederika

Bremer.

A MOTHER'S LOVE.-Tho work to which wo refer is that which ovory motuor, rich or poor,

whatovor tho advantages or disadvantages of I the' circumstances may bo, is requirod by tho moBt sacred and rigid obligations to achiove the assiduous cultivation in her ohildron of tho inner nature, or that whioh makos tho good man or woman, that which shall live for ovor. For this sho must bo always at her post, with novor BO muoh aB a rocoas from hor maternal carosand solicitude toiling on, breaking up ground, sowing tho aeod, training the tondcr plant, enriching the soil, watoring, nourishing, stimula- ting every good and pleasant growth, until tho flowers begin to bloom and tho fruit to ripon.

Thon comos a boy day of enjoymont, of rest and ' comfort to tho mother in tho goldon autumn of hor lifo, whon suroundod by a group of affec- tion, dutiful, virtuous and noble aons and daugh- ters, sha sits among thom in dutiful repose, her faco radiant in tho glow of hor own hoart's over burning lovo, and tho Bmilo of heaven as an halo of light above hor head, a spootaclo to bo ad-

mired and onvicd of all. But this soason of | comfort, this " Indian summer," novor, novor comos to thoso who ovado thoir responsibilities, forsake their trust, and Icavo their work for others to do, for tho sake of personal caso, sensuous indulgence, or selfish gratifications. The New "Yorker. ',

MB. BEECHER related tho following incident J in ono of hia sormons :-Not long ago a gentle- man who was engaged in the oil business had mado soma twelve or fifteon thousand dollars, and ho concluded that he had mado onough extraordinary as it seomB !-and that ho would I wind up his affairs and como home I do not boliove one of you would havo done it!" Fifteon

thousand dollars ? Why, that is juBt onóugh to | bait the trap of mammon ! Well ho wound up his affairs, and was on tho point of leaving, whon he was mot by a young man of his acquaintance (I beliovo they both rosidod 'in Now York), who had invested six thousand dollars, all ho hod, in an experimental well, and

been boring and boring until ho had given out | in discouragement. And, coming to this man, ho Baid ' I shall lose six thousand dollars if I am obliged to givo up BIT interest in that woll,' and begged him to toko it off his hands. ' I am Belling out, and not taking on,' says tho man. But the young man pleaded with him, and out of personal kindness ho said, ' Very well I will take it.' In two days they struck a vein in this well, and it was an immensely fruitful woll ; and ho sold his share for two hundred thousand dollars. Tho young man was present when the chock was drawn on New York for tho amount, and he folt uko death, and mourned and said, 'It is always my luok ; I am always o little to late.' And the man said, « You moy toko ten thousand of it, if you want.' Tho young man thought he was jesting ; but ho assured him that ho waa not, and said, 'I will moke it twenty thousand, if it will do you any good.' ' Or,' said lie, ' I will make it fifty thousand.' 'Well,

said he, ' take the whole of it ; I do not want it.

Give mo the six thousand, and you may have the j advantage of the good luck.' And so he gave the young man the two hundred thousand. All of you that would have done that may rise up !"