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Chapter NumberXXVI - XXVIII
Chapter TitleOTHO'S DISAPPOINTMENT.
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Newspaper TitleThe Brisbane Courier (Qld. : 1864 - 1933)
Trove TitleGrantford Grange
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GRANTFORD GRANGE.

BY MARY KYLE DALLAS.

CHAPTER XXVI.

OTHO'S DISAPPOINTMENT.

THE sight of Lionel had brought bick all the hope whiob for a while had'lain dormant in Otho's breast, and^e insisted on being allowed to go to him, and refused to enter the ring.

Not until forco had been resorted to, and his flash waB sore from blows, did the little fellow yield; and then only with the determination to find a way to escape in the end if ho diod

for it.

He would go to his tutor, and, once in his care, he would be safe.

At the thought of leoding the old petted Ufo * at the Grunge, tears fall down the little fellow's

cheeks. He longed for his gipäy mother, it is true; bat kind Miss Henderson and pretty Cousin Geraldine had beon very good to him. No one scolded him when he lived at tho Grange. Only for those books he would have been perfectly happy. And that strong, brave Mr. Malcolm could frighten Mr.- Ginger, and keep him from taking him back to the tent, if he could only once reach him.

It was a good while Binco he had said his prayers ; but that night, when all the lights were out, and everybody olso asleop, the child knelt on his little pallet and prayod that God would take him safe to the sohool-houso through

the darknesB.

Then he arose, and crept softly towards the door of tho little building erected within the enclosure for the purposes of sleeping and cooking.

The moon was bright, and tho road not half so dark as he had feared that it would be. Flying over it with a speed fear lent to his steps, the child's little bare feet were ofton bruised and cut by the stones which lay in his path. But he never paused for that ; nor for the angry barking of farm-house watch-dogs who heard him running by.

Even the white Btones. of the churchyard all in a row-looking liko so many ghosts, though they startled, did not turn him baok; and, m less than an hour, ho como in sight of the low, long building he so well rememberod.

Then he paused to take breath and recon- noitre. Alas, there were no lights in any of the windows, and suddenly it flashed upon tho child's mind that people did not sloop in school

houses.

Mr. Malcolm was not there, and would not be

until the morrow.

Lonely as he had been on his way, poor Otho felt a thousand times moro lonely now that his hope of meeting his tutor was gone. Ho wept bitterly, and listened fearfully for tho sound of pursuit, but all wa» still. And, finally, tho child decided to conceal himself until tho open- ing of the school should bring his tutor to tho spot.

He looked about for some shrub or rock of sufficient sizo, but, finding none, began to think of the great school-room itself. He climbed np to one of the windows and tried to raise it. It yielded to his touch, and in another moment tho boy had clambered in and stood upon the

floor.

The moon lent the room sufficient light to show him the rows of benches, the black board, and the toacher's largo arm-chair. Toward this he bent his steps, and, weary with his long run, and chill with the night air, coiled himself up upon the cushion, huddling himself together for more wurmth, and turning hiB bright eyes toward the stars to watoh for morning.

It was not a long watoh, for in a few minutes the weary eyes closed, and tho regular breathing of a sleeper filled tho little school-room.

Lionel Peyton, Lionel Peyton, where aro you ? Does nothing warn you that dolivoraneo is close at hand ? Does no good guardian spirit .whisper you to seek that room where httlo Otho

Grantford awaits your comine ?

Truly, at that nour, as ho often romomborod afterward, something startled Lionel from his slumbers and seemed to impelí him to leave tho house and wander forth into the night. Had he obeyed the impulse, Heaven only knows but that it might have led him to the school house, and to hope and happiness once more. But regard- ing the strange feeling as mere nervous restless- ness, he fought it off, and in an hour was onco more in dreamland.

Little Otho's droams were very pleasant as lie laid asleep in the great teacher's chair in the school-house, and nothing happened to break thom until dawn.

Little mice peepod from_ thoir holes in great aurprise, and twinkled thoir blaok oyes at the unusual objeot over which the moonlight fell, and went back and hid themselves lost it should harm them. A blind bat, now and thon, beat his black wing against the window panes, and the crickets chirruped all tho night through. But these slight sounds were but so many lullabies to the young heir of Grantford Grange.

Only when the sun arose and filled the school- room with his golden light, did Otho's groat black eyes unclose and his little head lift itself from the cushions of the chair.

For awhile ho looked about him in bewilder- ment, unable to remember where he was or how he came there. But as memory returned with renewed power, and ho saw that it was morning, and knew that Lionel would be beside him in a few hours, his httlo heart gave a great loop of joy.

There was a clock upon tho wall, and tho hands pointed to the hour of seven.

At nine school opened. Only two hours mors and he was safe. Nobody would think of coming there to look for him.

Then the little iellow began to wonder if ho was tidy. There was a pail whioh still contained some water on a bench near the door, and a dip- per hung over it. With the latter ho tossed the water over his pretty brown face and ink blaok curls, run his little fingers through his hair, and so completed his toilet.

Then for very merriment ho turned a summer- sault in the middle of the room, and began to caper in a comical fashion up and down the little passages between the school benches.

One peeping in at the window might have fancied some elfin sprits was there at play, rather than a human child.

Soon, however, the fanoy that the first arrival might be a stranger, and that, if Lionel were no1 there, some of those great, rough boys might know him and force him back to the circus tent, stole into his mind.

Perhaps, he thought, it might be bettor to hide until all was safe, and, looking more elf like than ever, he opened a little closet, devoted to old books and ink bottles, and stowed himself away at the bottom.

Even when the door was shut there was a great oreviee through which he could watch the teacher's desk, and he was sure to know when the right moment had arrived.

He could see the clock, too ; and when we are anxious for the moments to be gone, what a comfort it is to Bee them slipping away under the long, black hands.

Eight struck; no one came. Half-past eight; then the door opened, and two or three great girls came in and began studying their lessons to make up for lost time ; following thom, some little boys, and, at last, the bigger ones, of whom Otho stood in a little dread if chance should lead them to the closet. They did not even look that way, however, but were busy with their usual pranks-talking, laughing, and teasing each other.

At last Otho began to hear the question, " Why don't the teacher come ?" asked by first one and then the other, and by and by some of the scholars stood at the door and windows,, and began to look np and down the road. Som« declared the teacher must be ill ; some wished he would come, others hoped he wouldn't. Finally, two who had been np the rood ran back to tell the rest that a gentleman was com- ing, and in five minutes Otho saw tho door open and a gentleman in drab, wearing a broad brimmed hat, enter and advance toward the platform.

He looked much troubled, and stood for a moment without speaking, looking upon the assembled children as though he hardly knew

what to say to them.

After o few moments' consideration, however, he rapped upon the deBk with his knuckles

and cried:

" Silence."

Every tonguo and foot" was motionless at once, and all eyes turned upon the speaker, who went on:, } ? , ,

" Boys and girls, you may take your hats and 'coats and go homo. There will bo no school here for some days. lYour teaohor has left you very suddenly, and in all probability will nover return. Before the week is over the committee will find you another. Until then the school-

house will be closed."

There was a murmur of astonishment, then a host of questions, to none of which tho old gentleman vouchsafed an answer.

Ho merely signified to the little crowd that they were to leave the building, and followed thom from it, locking tho door after him, and leaving Otho alono, with all his little hopes orushed, and his heart filled with'vague terror.

Nover return. Whero had his tutor vanished' BO suddenly ? Gould he be dead ? What did it all moan ? The poor ohild could find no answer to these questions.

When the first burst of disappointment was over, little Otho's fears of being re-captured began to grow doubly strong. Ho could not remain hidden in the Bchool-house long. Evon now ho bogan to fool tho pangs of hunger ; and as certainly he could not continuo in the neigh- borhood after tho searoh for him had once com- menced.

" I'll run away," said the ohild. " I'll hido in the woods, and cat berries and nuts like tho babies in the woods, and find my way back to the Grange at last, or maybe my gipsy mammy

will find mo. She Uves in the wild woods.

They cau't koop her from mo there. I'm not

afraid."

And he squarod his little shoulders and began to strut about tho empty room by way of keep- ing up his courage.

Then tho thought struck him that perhaps the old Quaker gentleman might toll him, if he asked, whore Lionel had gono; and, peeping out of the window, he saw him still in the dist- ance moving slowly away. The moment ho felt sure of this, Otho lifted the sash and leapt out. He was not long in overtakiug the stout old gentleman, and soon a Uttle paw tugged at tho tails of the sad colored coat, and a little voice, quito out of breath, oried : ?

, " Stop, won't you,' please, sir ?

Friend Phlox turned and looked down on tho little brown face with a

" What dooB theo want, child?"

" To ask a question, BÍT," said tho boy. " Oh, oan't you toll mo whero Mr. Malcolm has gone?"

" Mr. Malcolm ?" asked the Quaker.

"Tho teacher of the school I mean," said Otho. " I want to find him so. You said he'd never como back. Oh where has he gone ?"

Friend Phlox wiped his hot face with his handkerchief, and for a fow moments did not answer. Then ho said :

" Thou art one of bis scholars, no doubt ?"

" Yes," replied Otho, grown of late too wary to tell a Btrangor who ho was, lest ho should be takon baok to Mr. Ginger. " Yes, sir, I'm a

scholar of his."

" You can never find your teacher in this world," said tho Quaker-" novor. Go home, ohild, go home."

" Is ho dead ?" cried Otho.

The Quaker shook his head.

"Better for him that ho were," he said. " Nay, I do not know but that the tale may bo a warning to theo never to let thine angry pas- sions rise boyond thy control. Thy toacher bath murdered somo one and hath been arrested and taken to prison, and will one day be hung in punishment for his crimo."

" No, no, no," cried Uttle Otho, " it can't be. Somebody has told you a lie, sir. Ho is always good and kind. Ho would not murder any

one."

"It is the truth, my child," said the old gentleman, kindly. " I saw him arrested my- self. Indeed it was a great shook to mo-a very great shook. . I have boon groatly deceived in

im."

And, engrossed by his own thoughts, the Quaker folded his arms and walkod away, leav- ing Otho standing staring after him in conster-

nation.

" I don't boliovo it-I won't behove it," he muttered to himself. And, young as he was, he felt as though ho were called on to redress the insults and injuries of ono who had boen so good a friend to him.

Ho ran a little way after the old gontloman, douching his baby fist and stamping his baby foot, and then sank down upon the grass, chok- ing with sobs.

As he laid there, two ohildron of about his own ago, pupils of the closed school, carno by

with their books under thoir arms.

" Who's that on tho grass?" asked one.

" It's a fellow I nover saw," replied the other. "I know who it is," said tho first; "it's the boy that rides at the cirous."

"Itan't."

" It is, only ho's dressed different, I tell you. I say, an't you the circus boy-you feUow on the grass there ?"

Otho lifted his head. " No," ho said.

" There !" triumphed the boy who had denied the fact. "There-I know it,

" Ho is," said the other, " You know you

aro."

Otho made no answer and the boys passed on. AB soon as thoy were gone ho Btarted to his feet and dashed away along the road, dreading that their account might reach tho ears of somo of the circus company, and utterly oblivious of the

road he toukin his mad terror.

CHATTER XXVn.

BE-OAPTUEE.

IT was indeed true, that Lionel Peyton was once more in the Btrong clutohes of Justice. Blind, indeed, this once at least, and barbarously unjust to the innocent man.

That morning, while Otho awaited his coming in tho Bohool-house, curled up in his own great chair ; while with him waited deliverance from the awful charge which had been the bane of his life, and restoration to the good opinion of his fellow man, and the rights which as a con- vict were no longer his-Lionoi had anson and dressed himself leisurelj, as though being at school wero a matter oí no unusual importance ; as though his very lifo did,not dopend on a few moments, more or less, that morning.

Leisurely he dressed himsolf, leisurely ho des- cended to the breakfast-room, whero the pretty daughter of his host, RuthPhlox, waB pouringout coffee ; and, sauntering to his scat, played with his spoon and triffiod with his fork, in his usual gracefully-indolent manner.

Half an hour passed thus, another in chat with Ruth, while he leant against the window frame. Some minutes more in tying up the vines, which had been broken down by a recent storm, in the garden without. Then he picked up the Btraw hat, which ho had tossed upon the table, aud glanced toward the clock.

" I must be off, I suppose," he said, with a half yawn. " I see a troop of my scholars upon the road. Good morning, friend Ruth."

" Good morning to you, sir," said a deep voice behind him, m a sort of sarcastically tri- umphant tone.

Lionel started and turned. There stood a

tall, heavily-built man, with " detective" written upon his face as plainly as though it had been stamped upon his brow in so many letters ; his bulky person filling up the space between the two columns on either Bide of the porch, OB though he were determined to oppose any efforts on tho part of Lionel to escape.

The unhappy young man knew at once what blow had come upon him, and staggered back against the wall, growing as pale as death. He said no word. There was no eluding the human blood-hound who had tracked him, and he knew it. The detective advanced.

" Mr. Lionel Peyton," he said ; and Ruth, who had come out upon the porch, started at hearing him thus addressed.

" That is not thy name," she cried. "Thou hast made some mistake, friend. This is Friend

Rodman."

"It may be anything he chooses at present," said the detective ; " but it was Mr. Lionel Peyton awhile ago, Miss. It's fair to warn you, sir, that you can t escape. There are three men ia the shrubbery, yonder, and one on the road ; and Tm armed. Here's the warrant for your arrest. Hold out your wrists, Bir."

" Spare me the ignominy of handcuffs," gasped Lionel. " I will go with you quietly."

"I can't trust'you," said the doteotive; "I can't trust you, i sir. You're a bird that's hard to keep track of. If you hadn't boon a outo one you'd have boon caged months ago. My finding you ia just a ohanco ; and many wouldn't hove known you with your hair and whiskers so altered. It's well I never forgot focos. Now for the bracelets."

And from his pookot he drow a pair of hand- cuffs.' Ruth started and clasped hor little

hands. '

" What does all this mean ?" she askod.

" Surely thou canst not deserve this trentmont. Father will not allow it, though ho is a man of poaco. Father, come here, will theo ?"

And she called through tho hall in a voico

full of terror.

Friend Phlox heard it and carno to tho spot in haste. Ho also regarded the soono with con-

sternation and astonishment.

" What art thou doing to this friend ? Host thou authority for tliino act ? What ohavge is made against him ?" Ho oBked in a breath, laying a friendly hand on Lionel's shouldor, and regarding the detective with a storn and wrath- ful eye. " If this friond is indebted to any one, there aro thoso hore who will enablo lum to prevent thom from sustaining loss."

" It is not a matter of monoy, sir," said the dotootive. " Thero is my authority, and you may see what charge there is ogainst him," and he put into the Quaker's hand the warrant for Lionel's arrest, and a handbill, hoadod " $2,000

Seward."

The Quaker road both oalmly.

" Thou ort right, if thou hast roolly found the person," ho said, " but this is not tho name of yondor friend ; and I can soarcely holiovo

that ho is a murderer. I havo over soon him

peaceful and well-disposed. Speak, son,'is this charge true or false ? Novor foar, thou art in the midst of friends." '

Lionol liftod his great, dark oyes to tho speaker's faco.

" The charge is falso," ho said. " I am inno- cent. But this man only does his duty. I have boen accused of this orimo and condemned to

oxeoution for it. Porhaps thcro is but ono being upon earth who has faith in me. I can- not prove my words."

The dotoctive listened with a sort of sneor.

"You've read the account of tho murdor, sir ?" ho said to tho Quaker.

" I havo," said Friend Phlox. " It is a terrible thing. Tho proofs are very positivo against theo, friend. Ah, tho Evil One ia indoed abroad at times, and thoro aro sons of Cain in the land oven yet."

Ho looked stornor now ; and as the facts set forth in tho doouinont ho had just road fixed themsolves upon his mind his boUof in Lionel's innocenco grow woakor. He cast down his oyes

and folded his arma.

"I have no right to interforo with thy duty, friend," ho said. " Tho law muBt bo oboyod."

"But ho has not committod murdor. Wo know him too well for that," cried Ruth. " Oh, don't-don't!" For the dotectivo had put his arm through that of Lionel. "Father, thoo BOOB. Don't lot him bo taken from us so."

But Friond Phlox mado no sign of hearing her, evon when she Btood beforo him with tho tears streaming from hor sweat bluo oyes.

" Como said the dotectivo, " Wo have wasted time enough, and it will do no good. Aro you ready ?" <

Lionol bent his hoad in assent.

" Good bye, Bir," ho said to Friond Phlox. " Wo shall novor moot again on earth ; but while I livo.I Bhalfnever forgot your kindness. Good bye. Try to think well of me."

His voice was choked with omotion, and ho hold out his hands, manacled as thoy wore, in

silence.

The Qunkcr did not refuse tho grasp, and Ruth offered her little whito hand with Bistorly affection and griof in her glance.

" Good bye," sho said. " I'll not boliovo ill of thee. I have seen theo Bavo a littlo worm from boing oruBhod, and thoo could novor kill a child, Good byo, I know thoo will bo saved, for God is good.

" Do all womon trust UB ?" thought Lionel as thoofficordrow him away. "I havo found thom

all faithful,"

He dared not look baok at those quiot Quaker figures standing on tho vino-draped poroh, and walked with bent hoad until, at tho turning of the path, two other mon accosted his oompanion, and a carriage which stood at somo little dis-

tance was bookonod to advance.

" Step in, Bir," said tho doteotive.

And Lionol oboyod. Tho man followed.

" Straight to tho car dopôt," ho said. " Good bye, Smith-good bye, Jones."

And his voieo and manner wero triumphant. How terribly so thoy sounded to tho wrotohed prisoner.

Ho sank back upon the cushions and covered his face with both hands ; and so thoy drove

away.

About a milo from the village a boy toiling along the road, hot and dusty and weary, clambered up behind for a ride-a pretty fellow with black oyes and hair, and tiny, beautiful brown hands. When once the porch waB reached, ho sat thoro quito content for a long distance, whistling merrily. Lionel heard the whistle, but paid no heed to it. How could he guess that but a strip of painted cloth separated him from one who could hove brought that wretched journey to a joyful end? How could he gueBs that, as ho was driven on to dio a cruel death for tho murder of Otho Grantford, Otho Grantford himself, alive and well, was within tho reach of his hand ? Thoy sat, eaoh leaning against tho glazed carriage baok, one inside and one out-those two who would havo given worlds to moot each other, utterly un oonsciouB of thoir proximity. Not ono mile, but three. It was enough to inako one doubt the existence of such a thing as moBmerism.

A Uttle movement, an accident to a wheel, anything, might have brought about tho meeting.

At last tho depot was reached. The train carno shrieking in. The detective opened the

door.

" Come, sir," ho Baid; "no time to lose." And Lionel obeyed in Bilencc.

The sight of a handcuffed man was of course

sufficient to attract the attention of the crowd

about the depot, and every oyo was fixed on

Lionel and tho dotectivo.

Some followed close at their heels ; others asked questions whioh were totally ignored by the officer ; and a buz of comment and won-

der filled tho air.

Proud, sensitivo and refined, it was agony to Lionel to walk tods through that gaping crowd. Ho would willingly havo dropped dead at that instant. Indeed, the wonder is that he did

not.

Heart disease has boon induced by loss fear- ful emotion. His head was bent upon his breast, and his oyes cast upon the ground.

So, quite blind to all surroundings, seeing only the path his feet trod, for ho dared not face those curious gazers, he was hurried on, the Uttle figure behind tho coach staring after him with all its eyes.

The pair were just in time. The train began to move while they were yet upon the plat-

form.

As it did so, the Btrong draught lifted Lionel's straw hat from his head. The detective caught it in the air, but for a moment the beautiful, sod face, and gold-brown hair wero plainly visible to all-to the gaping crowd of passengers, to the employees of the road, and to Otho Grantford, struggling forward with his gipsy eyes ablaze.

One moment he gazed, the next began to scream at the top of his baby voico ;

" Ob, Btop, stop, stop ! Take me back to the Grange. It is Otho. Oh, stop, stop !"

The shriek of the whistle drowned his voico. and ho whom he addressed heard nothing of the cry, as the train bore him onward to his

doom.

Rattle, rattle, rattle, over the road. On it whirled-the red-eyed iron monster before the jangling cars behind. On, on, on, shrieking and clanging still, while, left further in the distance at every second, that tiny baby form pursued it, crying BtUl :

" Mr. Lionel, Mr. Lionel, Btop, stop. I want to go home to the Grange."

Impotent little pursuer-vain, vain cry. The train was but a black mass in the distance, the light only a red twinkle.

Still he rushed on, with bUnd hope of finding

homo and friends whoro that iron track onded, broathless, panting, pallid, almost dead from exertion. He did not hear tho rumble nor seo

tho rod Ught of anothor train advanoing. He saw nothing but the home for whioh ho pined so vainly. Again he screamed to Lionel to stop again ho waved his baby hand. It was tho last struggle. As ho did so his strength gavo way, and ho foil prostrate on the track, senso ICBB and motionless.

On dashed the engine, oloser and oloser to him ovory instant. Ho nover stirred-ho know nothing of its approach.

Suddonly there was a shout. Tho ongino was stopped and backed, passengers rushed to the windows, oonduotors and engineers leaped down. Some ono lifted up the little form.

" Great Heaven 1" oriod one man, " havo wo

killed him ?"

" Wo did not como near him," said anothor. " Is ho doad ?" asked a third.

" Lot mo seo him," oriod a pasaongor ; " I'm a modical man. Poor httlo feUow ! No, ho has sustained no injury, and is only in a sort of

swoon. Put him on tho bank thoro and ho'll

come to soon. Has any one some Vino or brandy ?"

An old lady with a largo retículo had a bottlo in it, and somo drops woro put on the child's tonguo; but all in vain. Ho romainod quito

motionless and senBoloss.

The conduotor and engineer bogan to fumo.

"Time is going," oriedono. " Wo shall havo

a collision if wo don't look out. Loavo the child -ho'U bo all safe hore."

" No," said the ' gontloman who bent ovor him, " I'll toko him in to Edgofiold. It's not far. and probably his parent's live thoro. Ho might die hore, and that would hardly speak well for our humanity."

So, with tho best intontions, tho worthy modical gentleman carried the child into tho car and hold him on his knee, while tho ongino whirled thom along toward tho vory place of all othors tho ohild most dreadod-the town and cirouB tent of Edgofiold.

He know nothing of it, however, but lay in a death-liko swoon aoross the gentleman's knee

for tho whole distance.

CHAPTER XXVni.

LIONEL AND THE DETECTIVE.

Lionel's oaptor novor paused for au un- necessary moment for, many milos upon his journoy. He was proud of the arrost in a pro- fessional way, and anxious to secure the reward. No compunotions of conscience troubled him, for ho looked on Lionol much as a blood-thristy boast whom it waB ovory man's duty to bring to justice *

Ho novor relaxed his watch over him, and\ bad Lionel retained sufficient hope to attompt an osoape ho would not havo boen able to offoot it at any period.

Fow words passed botwoontho mon, and Lionol's handcuff's wore only romoved whilo ho oat, or rather whilo his meals woro sot boforo him, for suroly mortal novor lived so long with so Uttlo sloop and food as Lionol did during that journoy. His appetito seomod quita gone, and though ho prayed for slumber, it soldom visited his oyoUds boforo tho break of day. Thoso long nights woro horriblo in tho extremo to him, far worse than tho weary days.

At last thoy woro within a fow milos of thoir destination-so near the jail, in fact, that the dotootivo had no farther nood of tho train, but stopped at a roadside tavern to biro a vohiclo in which to drive IIÍB prisonor to tho jail.

Thoro was but one thoro, a light gig, and tho only animal not in uso was a young horse who had not boon in harnoBS long, and was skittish, and norvoiiB as a toa-fod woman. It waa not oxaotly what tho dotootivo wanted, but ho was obliged either to wait an inconvoniontly long timo, to walk many milos ovor a hot road, or to aocept tho host that offered.

Grumbling a Uttle, ho saw his prisoner safo and took his Beat and tho roinB, ana thoy drove away, until, upon a little pioco of rising ground commanding a viow of tho stone walls of tho jail, the animal bogan to exhibit hicks which puzzled tho dotootivo, who waB, truth to tell, but Blightly accustomed to tho roius.

In vain he sworo and puffod aud panted. In vain ho used his whip. Indoed, the lattor finhihod the bUsincsB, for the momont it touched the animal's back ho fairly flung asida nil con- trol and ran away, whirling the gig bohind him and finally daBhing it against a mighty oak, in- juring it severely and emptying the ridors upon tho ground.

Lionel, after the first giddy fooling passed, found ho was not materially injured ; but the dotoctivo laid quite motionless, uttering low groans. To all appearance he was sensoless, and as Lionol glancod around ho folt that ho had an opportunity at last to attompt his

escape.

Ho took ono atop forward, but his conscience smote him. It was almost impossible for him to forset tho dictates of humanity. Evon at Buoya i-noraent ho could not leave his onomy WOU-&&1 and bleoding, to dio perhaps of ox posuro to tho fioroo noonday sun. Ho roturnod

and bont over him.

The broad foco was covered with blood. Ho wiped that away and found it procoodod from a wound on the cheek, whioh seemed to bo of no groat momont ; but further examination proved that a leg was broken, and BO the giant lay be- fore him holplesB.

Unless indeed some one should pass tho spot,

Lionol was free.

Free, savo for those toll-tale handcuffs, and the key of those was in the detective's pookot. Lionel put his hand forth to search for it, and just thon tho closed oyes openod and a pair of iron fingers clonched his wrist.

" You sha'n't. by -, you sha'n't ! " cried the voieo, " I'll hold you yet-I will, if I dio for it!"

Thon a sudden pang of agony turned the man faint, and his claBp grow weak.

" Don't murder mo," ho gasped. " I'vo got a wife and children. I'vo broken my log and am helpless.-What should he caro for that, though?" he added, to himself, but intones

audiblo to Lionel.

The lattor sighed heavily.

"I hove no wish to injure you, though you are my enemy," ho soid. " But as you say you aro helpless, unlock these fetters and I will put you into the gig and drive you whero you

will reooivo medical assistance.

'"Do(you mean it, honor bright ? " aakod the

detective.

"I do," said Lionol, "on my word OB a gentleman."

Ho held out his wrists and tho man took the little key from his breast and unlocked them. They feU to tho ground with a olang, and ho left them lying there.

Then, tenderly as ho might have been handled by his own mother, the detective's wounds wero bound up, his form lifted to the gig and care- fully propped up by cushions, and all dono that

could bo done for his comfort.

" Where shall I toko you ? " aBked Lionol, as ho took tho reins ; tho horse waa quiet enough with him. " Homo ? "

"Yes," said the man, "straight up the road." And there were tears in his eyes not brought there by pain. Ho kept silence for a while.

Then he stretched out his hand.

" Shako hands, sir," he said, with an oath, for oaths always accompanied any earnest speech with this mon,«wo regrot to say.

" I can't find words to thank you. You've acted nobly. I didn't expect it-I did not. Why, it's a christian act, sir ; and I thought, when I saw your handcuffs over mo, at first, that you were going to knock my brainB out I did indeed. Some men would."

He paused, and then burst out :

"Excuse me, but with your feelings how could you do that murder ? It's a puzzle to me," and another heavy oath filled the air. " I don't know what to make of it."

" Make this if you make the truth," said Lionel : "lorn innocent."

The detective looked him full in the face. Their eyes met.

" I behove he is-," swore the man. Lionel lifted his eyos to Heaven.

" As God is my judge-as I hope for the mercy from Him man wdl not award me," he said, " I have never in my life injured a fellow being. I never harmed the child. When you take that reward for my capture you sell the life of an innocent man--you commit murder,"

The face of the detective grew moro pallid

than the aooidont had left it. But he triedlo laugh it off. / .

" You'U givo me no ohonco to get it," he

said. You'd bo a fool to do it."

" I sholl ondoavor to escape," said Lionel, " but I know it will bo a vain attempt. Once within tho villogo streets, you oon sot pooplo on my track who will hunt mo to tho death. Even now you could call to thoso tormera in the field yondor."

" Why did you stop to piok mo up ? " oskod the detootivo. " Why didn'tyouloavo me whon you had a chance ? I would-I-"

Then again one of thoso round oaths rollod1 from his Ups, and two groat toars from his

eyes.

"What do you tako mo for?" he almost! sobbed-" a bruto, beast-a devil ? D,o I look as if I wasn't human ? Maybe I do, but I am. Why, if you had murdored half tho world, and I know it, I couldn't tako nionoy for bringing youtojustioo now, aftor you'vo dono formo what thoro an't ono man in ninoty would havo dono. And, by Jovo, I boliovo you aro inno cont. I bolievo ynu novor hurt tho ohild. I fool suro you couldn't. If I could carn a cool million by it, and bo inado tho noxt prosidont of those United States for it into tho bargain, I'd not say a word to bring you into trouhlo Thero's my hand on'r, and if you will drivo mo home, God bloss you for it. I'm sure thero's not ono thoro would have a hair of your head harmed aftor this ; and if money's any objoot to you, as I should think it might bo, look on me as a brothor. Murdor! Why, if bo's a murderer, I am, and Kitty is, and tho baby in its long olothos. If I had brought you in safo and taken tho reward for it, its my boliof I should havo gono whorevor niurdorors go my- self in tho othor world. Shako hands, and Bay you forgive me."

He sobbed outright botweon tho words ho spoke now, and Lionel folt, perhaps, happier

than ho had felt since tho momont whon tho horrible accusation had fallon upon him.

" Thank you for your boliof in me," ho said. " As for money, I havo enough to moot prosont emergencies."

He drovo on in silonco, and at last stopped at a cottage gato.

Thoro tho dotootivo wrung his hand onoo

moro.

"Tio tho roina to tho post," he said, "and go. I'vo got a whistlo in my pockot, nnd thoy know tho Bound. I'll havo holp onough pro sèntly, and, to toll tho truth, my brothor Bill might como out, and he might remember you. Good byo, BIT. If thoy only givo you time onough, you'll soo things turnod right end up yet. Murder will out, and porhaps, now I'm off the wrong scent, I may help you yet. I will if I can, or my namo's not Jim Halliday Wait a momont. Why don't you go to Europo, or out of tho Statos altogether, somowhero ? That roward is posted in nigh about ovory town from. Augusta to San Franoisco, and it's a tommation, and your face is ono to know again.

I shall nevor forget it, God knows, aftor

this." .

And thus, with a lingoring olasp of hands, and oyos Hurnod moist and dowy, Detootive Halliday and his prisoner parted.

[TO HE CONTINUED]

FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS.-Tho Bible is an in exhaustablo Bourco of familiar quotations. Wo will cito a fow :-"A little bird told mo," comes

from Eoolosiaatos it 20 ; " For a bird of tho air | shall oarry the voico, and that whioh hath

wings shall toll tho njattor." " Thoro is death in tho pot" is from the Book of Kings (2 Kings iv. 40). "Lovely and pleasant in thoir livos, and in thoir doath tlioy aro not divided," is spoken of Saul and Jonathan (2 Samuol i. 23). "Eyoforoyo" (Doutoronomy xix. 21). "A 'still small voico" (1 Kings xix. 12). " Escaped with the skin of my teeth'! (Job xix. 20). " That mino advorsary had written a book" (Job xxi. 85), " Spreading himself Uko a green bay troo" (Psalm xxxvi, 35). " Hanged our harps upon tho willows" (Psalm oxxviu2), "RiohcB cor tainly moko (not take, as it is often quotod) thomsolvoB wiugs" (Prov. xxiii. 6). " Heap coals of fire upon his hoad" (Ibid. xxv. 22). " No now thing under tho sun" (EcclesioBtos i. 0). " Of making many books thoro is no ond (Ibid, xii 12). " Poaco, peace, whon thore is no poaco," mado famous by Patrick Henry (Jeremiah viii. 11). \

PUNCH'S PROVERBS.-A Pun is as good as a riddle to a stupid ass. Sluto looso is gone gooso. "Goo wo!" makes tho horse go. "Mather way!" mokes tho horse stay. Slow and Black gots tho saok. Matrimony--Botter novor than late. Botwoon two Aros tho broach is a post of danger. Tho oricket-ball Blips 'through, tho buttery-flngors. Hit mo and I'll hit you. Do what you oughn't, and eoaio what must. Everyone has his trado, as tho undertaker said to tho physician. It is of no use trying to cobble hoisoshoos. Every ono to his liking, as

the Fronohman said when ho ato his horse Good wine needs no brandy, A now knife is sharper than on old saw. Ho that is out of spirits should drink wine. Tho man is not always a thief who stools a maroh. Strong boar mokes tho hood door. 'Tis o good wind that blows nobody rheumatism. 'Tis a wiso ohild

knows its now Latin primmor. Eat your ham and sovo your bacon. Beauty nnodornod is tripo without onions. No mon orio(;h, " Täters all cold!" None but great musicians can do great shakos. Ohomical-As the thief is to tho dealer in marino Btoros, BO is tho retort to tho recoiver. No alohomy equal to saying, os Mr. Ponnyeuiok Baid whon ho soropod his ohoeso. No burdon so light as that of a comic song. Ono man's moat is anothor man's dinner, as tho down said when ho carved his leg-of-mutton. Ducks lay oggs ; geoso lay wagers. Don't sot a beggar on horseback for your postilion. Two eyes of a potato aro hotter than one. Throw out tubs to catch a shower. Well lathered is well whoppod. Do not kick tho mon who calls you an ass. What is sauce for cod is not sauco for salmon. Ostentation is a duty which wo owe to our noighbor j luxury, a duty whioh wo owe to ourselves. Tho red lamp of the doctor's shop ¡B a danger signal.

HORTICULTURAL HINTS FOR EVERYBODY AND ALWAYS.-Cultivate acquaintances, if desirable if not cut thom. Never sow the seeds of dis- sension. Weed your library. Invest in stocks. Get as ¡muoh Heart's-ease os you can. Fern growers don't be too floreo in your rivalry : re- member the wars of the Frond (o). Attond to wallflowers and trim coxcombs. Emulate tho cucumber-bo cool. Beware of auricula(r) confession. Don't peaoh. Avoid flowers of speech. Pot-a lot of money on racecourses. " Bedding-out" is good for plants, but not for friends. Take the advieo of tho sago, or you may rue the consequoncos. Ladios! Success to tho great rose show-on your chooks, and may you always be oyebnght ! (N. B. Never pay your betB in fox-gloves.)

IN my country we've got a war, while your country monotones a nootral position. Yes, sir, wo ve got a war, and the troo patrit has to make saonfisses. I have already given two cousins to tho war, and I Btond reddy to sacrifias my wifo's brothor rathor'n not Bee the roboUyin krusbt. And if wuss comes to wuss I'll shod every drop of blood my able-bodied relations has got to prosekoot the war. I think some i body ought to be proBokooted, and it may og well bo the war os anybody else.-Artemus

Ward.

A» EXTRAORDINARY WOMAN.-Our frionds of the Carlisle Journal has had the luck to fall in with a miracle of o matron. Listen to the letter which introduces the lady to the editor's attention :-"An extraordinary woman residing not one hundred miles from S-- sho has had two living husbands and o dead one and a child

to her second husband in ten months snd on j Tuesday had a set fight with Nebour woman and she won her fight and was brought to bed at three o'elock on Wednesday morning of a daughter and was up in the afternoon at Woork, the following day got up and Washed some close and carried them to the hedge to dry and retired to bed at night with her baby and

husband !"

" INGENUAS DIDIOISSE," AND SO ON.-Urbano Foreigner : " The-ah-contemplation of these -ah-relics of ancient art in tho "galleries of Europe, must bemost intVsting to the-ah educated American !" -American Tourist : " Wa'al, don't seem to care much for these stone gals, somehow, stranger !"