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"What is 1 he matter, Hannah?" asked Lucetta. "And who are these men?" "They are my men," said Mr. Gryco. "The job I I'.avo undertaken cannot be earricd cm alone."

The quick look the two'sisters interchanged did not escape me, or the quiet air of resignation which was settling slowly ovi-r .Lorccn. ".Must they, go,in to the ee liar, .too?" she asked.

All', (iryee siiiilcd his "most fatherly smile. "My dear young ladies," said he, "these men are interested in but one thing—they are starching for a clew to the disappearances that have occurred in this lane. As they will not lind this in your cellar nothing else that they may see there will remain in their minds for a moment.

Lnccl la said no mom F.ven her indomitable spirit was giving way before the iilevilal.'le discovery slio saw before them.

Do not let William know, "were bcr low words as passed by Hannah, lint from the short glimpse 1 caught, through the open kitchen door of that same William's burly figure standing, guarded by two oilier men, on the stable lloor I felt that iiis injunction was quite superfluous. ..William evidently did know.

I was not going to descend the cellar stairs, but the girls made me. "We wish you," said Loreen, and in no ordimny tones, while Luretta paused and would not go on till 1 followed. This surprised me. I no longer seemed to have any clew to their motives, but 1 was glad to be one ol' the party.

Hannah, under Loreen's orders, had furnished one of the men with a lighted lantern, and upon our descent into the. flick labyrinth below it became his duty to lead the way, which ho did with due cirfumspeetiou. What all this underground space into which we were thus introduced Had ever been used ior it would be difficult to tell. At present it was mostly empty. After passing a small collection of stores, a wine cellar, the very floor of which was unhinged and lay across the cellar bottom, we struck into a hollow void, in which there was nothing worth an instant's investigation save the earth under our feet.

This tk? two foremost detectives examined Very carefully, detaining us often longer, I thought, than Mr. Gryce desired or Lucetta had patience for. But nothing was said in protest nor did the older detective give an order or manifest any especial interest in the investigation till he saw the men in front stoop and throw out of the way a coil of rope, when ho immediately hurried forward and called upon the party to stop.

The girls, who were on either side ot me, crossed glances at tms command, and Lucetta, who had been tottering forward feebly for the last few minutes, fell upon her knees and hid her face in the hollow of her two hands. Lcreen came around and stood by her, and 1 do not know which presented the most striking picture of despair, the shrinking figure of Lucetta or the straight but quivering fcrni of Loreen lifted to meet the shafts of fate without a droop of her eyelids or a murmur from her lips. The light, of the one lantern which intentionally or unintentionally was concentrated on this pathetic group made it stand out from the midst of tho surrounding darkness in a way to draw the gaze of Mr. Gryce upon them. He looked, and his own brow became overcast. Evidently we were not far from the cause of their fears.

Ordering tho candle lifted, he surveyed tho ceiling above, at which Loreen 's lips opened slightly in secret dread and amazement. Then ho commanded the men to move on slowly, while he himself looked overhead rather than underneath, which seemed to astonish his associates, who evidently had heard nothing of the hole which had been cut in the floor of the flower parlor.

Suddenly I heard a slight gasp from Lucetta, who had not moved forward with tho rest of us. Then her rushing figure flew by us and took up its stand by Mr. Gryce, who had himself paused and was pointing with his imperious forefinger to the ground under his feet. "You will dig here," said he, not heeding her, though 1 am sure he was as well acquainted with her proximity as we. "Dig?" murmured Loreen in what we all saw was a final effort to stave off disgrace and misery. "My duly demands it," said he. "Some one else has been digging here within a very few days, Miss Knollys. That is as evident as is the fact that a communication has been made with this place through an opening into the room above. See!" And taking the lantern from the man at his side he held it up toward the ceiling.

There was no hole there now, but the evidences of there having been one, and that within a very short time, were apparent to all. Loreen made no further attempt to stay him. "The house is at your disposal," she repeated, but I do not think she knew what she said. Tho man with the bundle in his arms was already unrolling it on the cellar bottom. A spade came to light, together with some other tools. Lifting the spade, he thrust it smartly into the ground toward which Mr. Gryce's inexorable finger still pointed. At tho sight and the sound it made a thrill passed through Lucetta which made her another creature. Dashing forward, she flung herself down upon the spot with lifted head and outstretched arms. "Stop your desecrating hand!" she cried. 'This is a grave—the grave, sirs, of our mother!"

CHAPTER XXIX. INVESTIGATION.

The shock of these words—if false,

most Horrible if true, still more horrible—threw us all aback and made even Mr. Gryce's features assume an aspect quite uncommon to them. "Your mother's grave?" said he, looking from her to Loreen with very evident doubt. "I thought your mother died seven or moro years ago, and this gravo lias been dug within three days. "I know," slio whispered. "To the world my mother has been dead many, many years, but not to us. Wo closed her eyes night, before last, and it was to preserve this secret, which involves others affecting our .family honor, that we resorted to expedients which have perhaps attracted the notice of tho police and drawn this humiliation down upon us. I can conceive no other reason for this visit, ushered in as it was by Mr Tmhr.i." "Miss Lucetta." Mr. Gryce spoke tip quite quickly—if he had not 1 certainly could not have restrained some expression of the emotions awakened in my own breast by this astounding revelation— "Miss Lucetta, it is not necessary to bring Mi-. Trolim's name into this matter or that of any other person than myself. 1 saw the eoflin lowered here, which you say contained tho body of your mother. Thinking this a strange place of burial and not knowing it was your mother, Miss Knollys, to whom you were paying these last dutiful rites. I took advantage of my position as detective to satisfy myself that nothing wrong lay behind so mysterious a death and burial. Can you blame me, Miss Knollys? Would have been a man to trust if 1 had let such an event go by unchallenged in this lane?"

She did not answer. She bad heard but one sentence, of all this long speech. "\ou saw my mother's collin lowered? Where were you that you should see that? i:. some of these dark passages, let in by I know not what traitor to our peace of mind." And her eyes, whicl seemed to have grown almost supcrnat urally large and bright under her emotions, turned slowly in their sockets till thov rested with something like doubtful accusation upon mine. But not to remain there, for Mr. Gryce recalled them almost instantly back by this short:, sharp negative. "No, 1 was nearer than that. I leu my strength to this burial. If you had thought to look under Mother JaneV hood, you would have seen what would have forced these explanations then am! there.'' "And you"— "And 1 was Mother .Jane for tba night. Not from choice, miss, but fr 1. necessity. It was I your brother saw ii the cottage. I could not give away m\ plans by refusing the task your brotlu offered me.'' "It is well. Lucetta had risen an: was now standing by the side, of Loreen "Such a secret as ours defies secrecy. Even Providence takes part against us What you want to know we must tell, but I assure you it has nothing to d( with tho business you profess to be chiefly interested in—nothing at all." "Then perhaps you and your sistei will retire," said lie. "Distracted you are, by family griefs, I would ,t wish to add one iota to your distress. This lady, whom you seem to regard with more or less favor as friend 01 relative, will stay to see that 110 dishonor is paid to your mother's remains. But her face we must see, Miss Knollys, if only to lighten the explanations you will doubtless feel called upon to make."

It was Loreen who answered this. "If it must be," said she, "remember your own mother and deal reverently with ours." Which word and the way it was uttered gave me my first distinct conviction that it was truth these girls had been telling and that the girl child wo had come to unearth was the Althea of 1113' early friendship, whose fairylike form I had for so long a time believed to have mingled with foreign dust. Tho thought was almost too much for my self possession, and I advanced upon Loreen with a dozen burning questions 011 my lips when the voice of Mr. Gryce stopped me. "Explanations later," said he. "For the present we want you hero.''

It was not an easy task for me to linger there with all my doubts unsolved,

waiting for the decisive moment when Mr. Gryce should say: "Come! Look! Is it she?" But the will that had already sustained 1110 through so much did not fail mo now, and, grievous a: was the ordeal, I passed steadily through it, being able to say, though not without some emotion, I own: "It is she! Changed almost beyond conception, but still she," which was a happier end to this adventure than that wo had first feared, mysterious as tho fact was, not only to myself, but, as I could see, to the acuto detective as well.

Tho girls had withdrawn long before, this, just as Mr. Gryce had desired, and I now thought I might bo allowed to join them, but Mr. Gryce detained me till tho gravo was refilled and made decent again, when he turned and to my intense astonishment—for I had thought tho matter was all over and the exoneration of this household complete—said softly and with telling emphasis in my ear: "Our work is not done yet. They who make graves so readily in cellars must have been moro or less accustomed to the work. We have still some digging to do."

CHAPTER XXX. STRATEGY.

I was overwhelmed. "What," said I, "you still doubt?" "I always doubt," he gravely replied. "This cellar bottom offers a wide field for speculation. Too wide, perhaps, but I have apian."

Here ho leaned over and whispered a few concise sentences in my ear in a tone so low I should feel that I was betraying his confidence in repeating them. But their import will soon become apparent from what presently occurred. "Light Miss Butterworth to the stairway," Mr. Gryce now commanded one of the men, and thus accompanied I found my way back to the kitchen, where Hannah was bemoaning uncom-

loruci tne snamu wmeii Had come upon the house. I did not .stop to soothe her. That was not my cue, nor would it have answered my purpose. On the contrary. I exclaimed as I passed her: "What a shame! Those wretches cannot bo got away from tho cellar. What do you suppose they expect to find (here: I left them poking hither and thither in a way that will bo very irritating to Miss Knollys if she is such a woman as I am. I wonder William stands it."

What she said in reply 1 do not know. I was half way flown the hall before mv own words were finished.

My next move was to go to my room, where I had among otlnr small necessaries a tiny hammer and some small, very sharp pointed tacks, (airious articles, you will think, for a woman to carry 011 her travels, but 1 am a woman of experience and have known onlv too often what it was to want, these petty conveniences and not bo able to get them. They were to servo 1110 an odd turn now. Taking a half dozen tacks in one hand and concealing the hammer in my bag, I started boldly lor N\ llliam room. 1 knew that the girls were not there, l'or 1 had beard them talking together in the sitting room when 1 came up. Besides, if they were. 1 had a reaov answer for any demand they might make.

Searching out his boots. 1 turned them over, and into the sole, ol: each 1 drove one of my small tacks. Then I put llieni back in the same place and position in which 1 found them. Task Iso 1 was done.

When 1 issued from the room, I went as quickly as I could below. 1 was now ready for a talk with tho girls, whom I found as 1 had anticipated, talking ami weeping together in the sitting room.

They rose as I came in, awaiting mv first words in evident anxietv. Thev had not heard me go up stairs. 1 immediately let my anxiety and onlv too deep interest in this matter have, full play. "My poor girls! What is the meaning 01 uiis.* lour mother just dead, and the matter kept from me, her friend! It is astounding—incomprehensible! I do not know what to niako of it or of yon. "It has a strange look," said Loreen gravely, but. we had reasons. Miss Butterworth. Our mother, charming am! sweet as j*ou remember her, has uot always done right, or, what you will better understand, committed a criminal act against a person in this town, the penalty of which is state's prison."

With difficulty the words came out. With difficulty she kept down the Hush of shame which threatened to overwhelm her and did overwhelm her more sensitive sister. But her self control was great, and she went bravely 011, while I, in faint imitation of her courage, restrained my own surprise and intolerable sense of shock and bitter sorrow un dor a guise of simple sympathy. "It was forgery," she said. "This has never before, passed our lips. Though a cherished wife and a, beloved mother she longed for manv things that my father could not give her, and 111 an evil hour she imitated the name' ol a rich man here and took tlio check tliu--signed to Ifartford. The iraud was not detected, and she received the monej'. but ultimately the rich man whose money she had spent discovered tho me she had made of his name, and 1!' -h" had not escaped would have had her arrested. But slio left tho country, ami the only revenge I10 took was to swear that if she ever set foot again 111 X. lie would call tho police down upon her Yes, if sho were flying and they bad to drag her from tho brink of tho gravoAnd I10 would liavo dono it, and knowing this wo have lived under the shadow of this fear for 11 years. My father died under it, and my mother—ah, she spent all her life under loreign skies, but when sho felt tho hand of death upon her her affection for her own flesh and blood triumphed over her discretion, and sho came, secretly, 1 own, but still with that horror menacing her, to these doors, and begging our forgiveness lay down under tho roof where we were born and died with the halo of our love about her.'' "Ah," said I, thinking of all that had happened sinco I had come into this house and finding nothing but confirmation of what she was saying, "1 begin to understand."

But Lucetta shook her head. "JSTo," said she, "you cannot, understand yet. Wo who had worn mourning tor her because my father wished io mako this very return impossible knew nothing of what was in store for us till a letter came saying sho would bo at. the C. station on the very night wo received it. To acknowledge our deception, tseek and bring her home openly to this house, could not bethought of for a moment. How then could wo satisfy her dying wishes without compromising her memory or ourselves? Perhaps you have guessed, Miss Butterworth. You have had timo sinco wo revealed the unhappy secret of this household." "Yes," said I. "I have guessed.

Lucetta, with her hand laid 011 mine, looked wistfully into my face. "All," sho said, "when wo saw her, sho was driven up to our doorstep through the weeds and grass, »nd William, who had not dared to go to C. lest our strategem should fail, stepped down to the carriage and lifted her out in his arms. It was while she still clung to him, with her face pressed closo against his breast, that Loreen and I first saw her, our mother, yet so small, tho smallest of us all. She was wan, but happy and very near to death. Loreen and I blessed God as we carried her up the stairs and laid her in the great front chamber. Wo did not foresee what would happen tho very next morning—I mean tho arrival of your telegram, to bo followed so soon by yourself." "Poorgirls! Poor girls!" Itwasalll could say. I was completely overwhelmed. "Tho first night after your arrival we moved her into William's room as being moro remote and thus a safer refuge for her. The next mght she died. The dream which you had of being locked in your room was no dream. Loreen did that in foolish precaution

against vour trying to search us out in the nmlit. It would have been bettor now, I see, it wo had taken you into our contidence. "\es."said 1, "that would havobeen better. But 1 did not say how much better. Dial would have been giving awav mv secret. "William, who is naturally colder than we and less sensitive in regard to her good name, has shown some little impatience at the restraint imposed .11111, and this was an extra burn. Miss Lutterworth, but that and all 10 others wo have been forced to bear 111 if! generous girl did not speak ot her own snecial gnet and loss) have, all been rendered useless bv tlie unhappv chance which lias brought into our midst, this agent ot the police. Ah. it I only knew whether this wast hi1 providence ol God rebuking us or nisi the malice ol man seeking to rob us ol our one best treasure, a mother's untarnished name!" "Mr. (tryeo acts trom no malice"—- I began, but 1 saw thev were not listening. "Are thev dono down below.'" asked Lucetta.

upon d.

Does the man vou call Gryco seem satisfied:" asked Loreen. 1 drewmvselt up physically and mentally. My second task was about to begin. "I do not understand those men," said I. llieyseem to want to look larther than tho sacred spot where wo lett them. 11 they are going through a lorm, thev are doing it very thoroughly." "That is their duty, "said Loreon, but Lucetta took it less calmly. "It is an unhappv day for us," cried she. shame alter shame, ilisgraco after disgrace. 1 wish we had all died in our childhood. Loreen, I must seo William. lie will be doing yonio ioolish thing, swi .11 ing 01"— "Mv dear.' said I, "let mo go to" William, lie may not like me overmuch, but I will at least prove a restraint to hnu. You are too leeblo. See, you o» (?ht to be lying on tho coucli instead ot trying to drag yourself out to the stables."

And indeed at that moment Lucetta'fl strength gave suddenly out, and she sank into Loreon's arms insensible.

When she was restored, I hurried away to the stables, still 111 pursuit ot the task which I had not yet completed. I found William sitting doggedly on a stool 111 the open dtxirway, grunting out short sentences to the two men vyho lounged 111 his vicinity 011 either sideT He was angry, but not as angry as I had seen him times before. Tho men were townsfolk and listened eagerly to his broken sentences. One or two of these reached my ears.

Lot 'em go it. It won't bo now or today the 11 settlo this business. It's the devil's work, and devils aro sly. My house won't give up that secret, or any other house they'll be likely to visit.. Tho place 1 would ransack— But Loieen would say I was babbling. Goodness: knows a fellow's got to talk about something when his lellow townsfolk come to seo I11111. And hero his laugh broke in harsn, cruel and insulting. I felt it did hnn no good and made haste to show myself.

Immediately his whole apiiearnnco changed, lie was so astonished to seo me there that, for a moment ho was absolutely silent then he broke out again into another loed guliaw, but this tune a dilli rc-iig tone. "Ah, ha," ho laughed, "Miss Batter-woit-li! Here, baraeen. Come, pay your lespects 1o tho lady who likes you so woll

And Saracen came, but I did not forsake my ground. I had seen what I hoped to seo 111 one corner, and Saracen's piesf:uce n(lorded 1110 tho opportunity of indulging 0110 or two rather curious performances. "I am not, afraid of the dog," said I, with marked loftiness, shrinking toward the pail of water I had already marked with my eye. "Not at all afraid, "I continued, catching up the pail and outting it between us as the dog made a Wild dasli 111 my direction. "Thosegentlemen will not seo 1110 hurt." And though thev all laughed—they would have bun feels ll tiny bad not—and tho dog lumped tho pail and I -jumped, not a, paii, but a broom handle that was lying amid all the rest, ot the disorder 011 too f.i er, they did not see (hat I had sueoii m.1 hi doing what 1 wished, which v.as to piaeo that pail so near to W ilham feet that— But wait a momi nt, everything 111 its own time. 1 escaped tiie dog. and next moment had my eve 011 bin: lie did nol move alter that, which 1 alia put a stop to the laughter, which seeing drew very near to William, and with a sly gesture to the two lin n, which Jor some reason thev seemed to understand, whispered 111 the rude lellow siur: "They vo found your mother gravo under tho fiower parlor. Your sisters told mo to tell you. But that is not all. They're trampling hither and yon through all the secret places 111 the cellar, turning up the earth with their spades. I know they won't find anything, but we thought you ought to know"—

Hero I mado a feint of being startled, and ceased. My second task was done. The third only remained. Fortunately at that moment Mr. Gryce and his followers showed themselves 111 tho garden. They had just come from tho cellar and played their part 111 tho same spirit 1 had mine. Though they were too far for their words to bo heard, the air of secretiy and tho dubious looks they cast toward the stable could not but evince even to William's dull understanding that their investigations had resulted in a doubt which lett them far from satisfied, but, once this impression made, they did not linger long together. The man with the lantern moved off, and Mr. Gryco turned toward us, changing his whole appearance as he advanced till no one could look more cheerful and good humored.

TO BE CONTUrUKD.

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