Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 7, Number 27, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 30 December 1876 — Page 7

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A PAfPER FOft THE PiEOPJ-E.

THK BAR TK&iDFJVH STOR Y. Y)tn I knewed b4Btt at first there 'wqs •.tilhln'.

AMiitufa generaladr, "That ww war)' pwikulDrtilttaln'. Ami

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(iu rnliiht

call—1«l»onair.

i'ra aware that esp»«*lon In Ftencly, And bighralutiir|»?rhaps Which amount* tba have 4h#aequ«ia kit several gudllfcjreliapajnn ^11 And «aeb tim w»r Uu-y conweiwea.

Out, »peak4ri' of u*» here youn* lean. Apparently natawjind KljupoUUlm On asortofaUbeMl jrian. Had guv him guod l»ok« and good language

And nutinr a ejqprt-sain' Willi vln* HI* belief

Masai (, »al that oibrm ..

WmJuitMKOud fri)«Hti btm. ,f Well, thin cbu ftMon't stuck up, by mo means, .* 4

N'or Incllned.iothe ea*y put down: And wiut thought be jolly agrec«*le. ,? WhensvtT

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around town,

He used lo cmunJn for hi* beveraec Quite rtttuiac, every night. And I look a mtthif »ble 1 merest 3

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is tii« devil's own chum

And tlii* cliap.I sorry to Kat« 1L, Was floored iu a wrestle with run

II.-rn'H to wit iitul the Joy or ea.ousals, Tbe Kougs, and tle laughter," »he aald. Then h» rl* up, li« fueo like a tempest.

And took thogUMOUt of her baud, And

Kiting

It A« tv atero and savage,

And a baVy was Into the aame,

Bpoke.to

In raixlu' tb^ thing about right. AJudlciou* in4*I#er»ce iu liquids, I l« natural f«#r

to aduiire

But I hev to admit tkat for wime folks, They I* plaoii eonplete and on lire For run), iliouijJi r. ekwrful companion.

For gor to Inereakin' his dose*.

M'l t»olc 'em mar*- often, he did 4 mi it gruwed on hlaa totter and taster, Tilt lnt«ra UuMiBi^rbe slid. I «raa grlavwl to okM'rvrtlilii here fclltx

l»*ltt n* hlsn«'lf the grade And I lectured htm o*t« ItuoineLtaBtai, At the :l*k of Iu ii^nrin* trade.

AX last lie gnt thuaderln'aeody, ASt lost lilt r«*jNator b4iw«lf, A»d all hi* high notion* of honor

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wil

nuudlfd away on the ahelf.

Hal at time* he wa- dreadful reraos«£ul, Whenever he'd mop for to till ok.

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he'd awear to re tor blsselflPequeat, Aud cud It—by taklu'a driuk. Wbat anved tbat young feller? A woman. iioim it th«j KluKl«r«»t wnyi liarom.' in the bar room one evanl* (11*! hadn't been .irlntln' thatday,) And not hlwelf down tofitetable,

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Wli ha U-rrlblt! wirrowful face, And Not I hern a gnianiri' r. p«saied, Aealllu' hlwwU a Koueca*e. He wa« thlnkln', and tblnklu', and think

In',

And curMin' hiwielf and hi* fate, And rvudel hta thlnklu'tta uimal, Uy uiderln' a "bourbon «lral#tit." H« wan lioldin'Uim KlaaH In biaflngen,

Wheu Into the place from the Htreet, Th(«re«oinea youiiK

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With

like a spirit,

f«c« that wan woodtrful aweet.

And itbe glided right up to the table, Ami t«uk the gluiMgently away, And ahe any* lo nltn 'Oeor^e, It la over,

I am only a woman to dny.

I reject*^ vouonco In iuy auger, But I eo«in» to you lowly and in«ek,,» For I can't live without you. my darling, 1 thouubtl wan stroog, but I'm weak. am ottund In a terrible bondage,

And I cfciue, love, to nhar« It wltn you la there uluiiiu In ttie deed I can bear It, l'or at liuit to love 1 am true. I have turtvr'd fioui the home of my childhoo'l.

And I coi»e you, lover and friend Leaving eoaafort. contentment, aud honor, And I 'II afay to the terrible end. la there huno»»r and want in the future?

I will kha*e them wltn you, und not Nhrink And together we'll Join In the pleasures,

The woe*, and the dungeiH or drink." Then sli« rah«d up the gliuu Arm aud Micaiiy, (Bur tier faee ma pale a« the dead^

And tell you lit« manner w»u» grand, And he aaj-x,

li»*edono with It, Nelly I

And I turn from the way* I h«ve trod. And I'll live to be worthy of ou, aenr Ho help ine mt'ieiftil llol!" What more wa remained It la need leas ,j

For me to attempt to relute: It win aome time ago, aince it happened, Hut the aequel to at ate I aeen tha* name feller last Monday, lrookln' nobby, and bandnome, and game lie WDN wheelln' a vehicle, gentle

The Dead Secret.

BY WII.KIK

COLU.SH.

»ThU Intenwty lntorwitlng»erlal waacomtu.'nc' in The Mull of .September SB—Vol. T, Vo. IS. Hack numbers of Om paper can bi ^roeurvd at tha office, at the new* aland*, or tbev will be stent by mall on the receipt

Are cent* for each uopy desired

CHAPTER XXIII. fNCI«B JOSKPH.

The day and I lie night hadftNiaMti, and the new morning had eotne, bofora tho huabattd and wifo ootild trust themaelvr* to apeak ealmly of tho S«»cret and to frfif* rentgn dly the duties and the sacritleea which tlio discovery of it itu |H

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on them.

I guard's first qtiMtion referred to those liuea in the letter,whioh Rosamond had InformtHl him were In a handwriting thit *he knew. Finding that ho

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to understand whnt moan* she

ooald have of forming *n opinion on this point, she explained that, «{l«r Captain Treverton's death, many tetters had tiatnrally fallen into her powewion whioh ii»d been written by Mrs. Trev«rton to h«r huwband. They treated of mrdlnsry domestic sui^jecta, and »he bad read ihetn often enough to become throughly acquslnted with tHe peculiartios of Mr*. 1

Yeverton's handwriting. It

vrs« remarkably larjre, llrui, and in«. cttllue in rhsracter and the address, the line nnder it, and the uppermost of the two signatures in the letter which haa been found in the Myrtle Room, exactly jnfcseml'^i it iu every particular.

Tho P' Xt question related to tho body A of the letlrr. The writing of this, of the

rwiwnd

signature ("arah Leeeon") and

or the additional lines on the third page, also signed by 8*rah L*roon, proclaim* edtt*elfin each ens© lo Iw the production ot the same p«rw»n. While elating th.A! f*rt to her buslvsnd, Hoiwaond did Up*** egplain lo him tHat, whl!.- w, mdiibi «be .««er on the day,! ttu*!'* her #VrtM»gUi ftud ooMrag# »*J uifed her! ftrtttnerrHr

*hlema u- i.t ». 4*uii*d wiUxtta eon

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so I

fMtrpoae la to oonall otbMm, where I

oe»l it in tbe place, of ill think there la least chance ita ever being found again. Any hardship or misfortune, which may follow as a oonaequeooe of ihiadeoeltft«l proceeding on tanr twill, w!l| Ml a® wya^lf. Others I believe, 6n my eonscfence, wlfl be the happier for the Aiding of the dreadfol secret which this lett«r 00

ins."

Thert* can be no doubt, now," aald I^eonard. when hia wife bad read to tbe end "Mr*. Jaaeph, Sarali LA**OD, and the alfrvaat Who disappeared fhm Porthgeana Tower, are «to© and the same peeson." "Poor creature!" aald, Boeamond, alghing as she put down the letter. we knew now wby ahe warned ine ao anxiously not to go Into the Myrtle •Room. Who can say what she muet} have suffered when she came as a Strang ger to my bedside? Ob, wbat would I not give if I had been less hasty with! bert tit is dreadfol to remember that I'

her as a servant whom I

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pected to obey me it is worse still t©| fee' that I cannot, even now, think of her as a child should think of a mother. How-ean I ever tell her tbat I know tbe secret? how—" She paused, with a heart-sick consciousness of the slur that was cast on her birth she pau*e«l,. shrinking as she thought of tho name that ber husband had given to her, and' of her own psrentat *, whijh the laws of •society disdained to recognize.

Why do you stop?" asked Leonard. I was afraid—" sno began, and paus-i ed again.

Arfraid," he snid, finishing the sontence fbr her, "that words of pity for that unhappy woman might wound my sensitive pride, by reminding me of the ciioamstances of your birth? Rosamond 1 shoald le unworthy ot your matchless truthfulness towards ine, if I, on my side, did not acknowledge that thlsdis-

even while I am now speaking to takes advantage of my first moments of composure, and deludes me into doubthig, the face of all probability, whether the words yoti have read to me, cu, after sil, bo words of truth. But, otroog as tbat inborn and inbred feeling Is— hard as it may be for me to discipline and aaaster it as I ought, and must, and will—there is another feeling in my heart that is stronger yet." lie felt ber hand, and took it in his then added: "From the hour when you first devoted your life to your blind hnsband—from tie hoar when you won all his gratitude aa you had already won all his love, you took a place in his heart, Rosamond, from wfcich nothing, not even such a shock as has now assailed us,can remove you It itch as I have always hold the worth of rank in my estimation, I have learnt, even :bef ?re the event of yesterday, to hold the worth of my wife, let her parentage be what it may, higher still."

Oh, Lenaj, Lenny. I can't hear you raise of n»e, it you talk in foe same reath as if I had made a sacrifice in marrying you3 But for my blind busband I might never have deserved what you have juatsaid of me. When I first read tbat 'fearful letter, I had one moment cf vile ungrateful doubt it your love for me wo«ld hold out against the discovery of the Secret. I liaa one moment of horrlMe temptation that drow me away fr*a you wheu I ought to hnve put tbe tetter into your band. It tne sight ot you, waiting for me to spoak again, so innocent of ail knowledge of what had happened close by you tbat brought me back to my senses, and told me what I ougbt to do. It was the sight of my blind husband that made me conquer tho temptat on to destroy tliHt letter in the first hour of discovering it. Oh, if had been the hardest hearted of women, could I have ever taken your hand again,—could I kiss vou, oould I lie down by your side, and hear you fall aaleep, night after night, feeling that I had abused your blind dependence ou mo to serve my own selfish interests? knowing that I had only succeeded in my deceit because your affliction made you incapable of suspecting deception? No, no I eau hardly believe that tbe basest ot women would be guilty of such basenoss an that and I claim nothing more for myself than tbe credit of having been true t-o my trust You said yesterday, love, in the Myrtle Room, that the ono faithful friend to you in your blindness who never failed, was your wife. It is reward enough and consolation enough for me, now that the worst is over, to kuow that you can say s* still."

Yes, R-fsainond, the worst hover but we must not forget tbat there may be hard trlalsstill to meet." "tlard trials, love to what trials do you refer?"

Perhaps, Rosamond, I overrato the courage that theaaerifico demands but to me, at least, it will be a hard sacrifice of my own feelings to make strangers partakers in the knowledge of the secret tbat we now possess."

Roaamond looked at her husbind In astonishment. "Wby need wo tell tho Secret to any one she asked.

Assuming that we oan satisfy ourselves of tho genuineness of tbat letter," he answered, "we shall have no choice but to tell the Secret to strangers. You cftnnot forget the cireutratanoes under which your father—under which Captain Treverton "Call htm mv father," mid Rosa mond,tiadly.

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t^fcOVitie d^^r. it' SfUU« til htl i«ie, ... .... ... lh :v «*»i \vSug their first boner- who bold* otjr vorr name in contem moati d*y» mwr she to lie made pooe thai be orabe la» the which her jaotfcer,mad* rich?— ha .men sixteen years On Hie* nior .g when sho fled from Porthgen tta To-ver "if thU paper ahottld ever be found (wbieh I pray with my whole heart tt nevsr may be), wish to atate that I have eotne to the resolution ol hiding it, because 1 dan» net show the writing that It oontaina to my master, to whom it ia addr»-*ed. In doing what 1 now

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pom to do, though ant acting against my mtstreesls last wiahee, I am not breaking the solemn engagement wbieh »obliged mo to make before her on death bert bed. Tbat engagement forbids

bow he loved

me, and how I loved him, and say 'my father,' still." I am afraid I must say 'Captain Treverton* now," returned L^o'tard, "or I ahal' hardly be able to explain, simply and plainly, what it is very necessary you should knoi*, CWptain TrvV»rtmi died without leaving a will. His only property was the purchase-money of this hnu*eand eatUe and you inherited itaa his next ol kin

Rosamond started back in her chair am) clasped ber hands in dismay. "Ob, I^tmy." she said simply. "I have uwhtao much of vor, ater* foumf

before »he j|n» to the of it, SM»eif you are not Oap.^'ii Trtsvmoti's Jitid- "-'r

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ich she had]da?

Wti that I n«vf i^reineta rod

*%iaK t:if r" *4 ih nipofUm^.ilhuu ih -ortwr.n thftl •t.wf-M'.'oiunJ t!»»» wri 'tM$*n -e» snM ii mn*: ie iv-^t-.red aft once Ur |"'i h!r«M-Vt,'f 1l!.1 i"t» I.o HlVll^i b« h-u.»uUl x.i.,!.. ofk- t, mot:, wards, to ,b* brotj

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my *ovf.

.im no rig .', to or.« if-

•'exeHaroeil itf«amond,

tilatt who la a«r*ftg#rto m.

We are to do what is honorable and

jot, at any sacrifice of wrown interests and oureelvea," aaid Leonard, firmly.

"I believe, Rosamond, that my consent, as your haataad, is ueoeaaary, according to tbe law, to effect tfcia restitution. If Mr. Andrew Treverton waa the bitterest enemy I had on earth, and if Um restoring of this money utterly rtrined u* both In oar worldly circumstances, 1 would give it back of my own accord to tbe laet farthing I would give it back without an Instant's hesitation—and aa won id von

The blood mantled In his cheeks aa

TERRg HAUTE/StAyVRDAY EVENING MAlI^

JIH spoke. Rosamond looked at bim mlnttgiy In sileiwe. '-Who would

adnve

had bim leas proad," aha toought, fondly, "when hia pnde speaks lu auuh words as tbo«!n "You understand, now,", ewidnnod Leonard, "that we imve duties to perform which wilt oblige us to aesk help from others, a«d which will tberefora render it Impossible to keep tbe aecrot to ouraelvea If we searoh all Sngland for her, Sarah leson must be found. Our future aotions depend upoa her answers to our inquiries—upon bet t&slimonytbthe genuineness of that letter. Although I am resolved beforehand to •shield myself behind no teobnical quibbles and dolaya—although I want nothing but evidence that is morally eonclu

sive, however legally imperfect it may bo—it is still impossible to proeeed with out seeking «dvice immediately. The lawyer who always managed Captain Treverton's affairs, and who

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ages ours, is the proper person to direct us in instituting the search and to assist us, if necessary, in making the restitution."

How quietly and firmly y«u speak of it, Lenny I Will not the abandoning of my fortune be a dread Ail toss to us?"

We must think of it as a gain to our oonacienees, Rosamond and must alter ou- way ot life resignedly to suit our altered means. But wo need speak no more of tbat until we are assarea of the necessity of restoring th money. My Immediate anxiety, and j-our immediate anxiety, must'turn now on tbedi* covery of Sarah Leeson—uo! on the discovery of your mother I must learn te call her by that name,or I shall not learn to pity and forgive ber."

will help me and strengthen mo when the time cc mes to meet my mother as I ought O, how pale und worn and weary she was when she stood by my bedside, and looked at me and my child! Will it be long before wo find her? Is she far away from us, I wonder? or nearer, noaob nearer, than we think?"

Before Leonard could answer, ho was interrupted by a knock at thedeor, and Rosamond was surprised by the appear ance of the maid servant. Beteey was flushed, excited and out of breath but sho contrived to deliver intelligibly a brief message from Mr. Munder, tht steward, requesting permission to speak te Mr. Frankland or to Mrs. Frankland on bu&in«esefimportance,

What is it What does he want asked Rosamond "I think, ma'am, be wants to know whether be had better send for the constable or not," answered Betsey. "Send for tbe constable!'* repeated Rosamond. "Are there thieves in the house in broad dayiigbt?"

Mr. Munder says he don't know but what it may be worse than thieves," replied Betsey. "It's tbe foreigner again, if you please, ina'am. He. come up and rung at the door as bbld as brass, and asked if he oould see Mrs. Frankland." "The foreigner!" exclaimed Rosamond, laying her hand eagerly on her husband's arm.

Yes, ma'am," said Betsey. "Him as come here to go over tbe house along with tbe lady

Rosamond, with characteristic impulsiveness, started to hor feet. "Let in9 go down!" she began.

Wait," interposed Leonard, catching her by the hand. "There is not the least need for you to go down stairs. Show the foreigner up here," he continued, addressing himself to Betsey, "and tell Mr. Munder that we wilt take the management of this business into our own hands."

Rosamond sat down again by her husband's side. "This is a very strange accident," she said, in a low, serious tone. "It must be something more than more chance tbat puts the clue into our hands at the moment when we least expected to find it."

The door opened for the second timo, and there appeared, modestly, on the threshold, a little old man, with rosy cheeks and 1 ng white hair. A small leather case was slung by a strap at bis side, and tbe stem of a pipe peeped out of the breast pocket of bis coat. He advanced one step into the room, stopped, raised both bis bands, with bis felt hat crumpled up in them, to his heart, and made five fantastic bows in quick suecewion—two to Mrs. Frankland, two to her husband, and one to Mrs. Frankland again, as an act of separate and special homage to the lady. Never bad Rosamond seen a more complete embodiment in human form of perfect innocence and perfect harmlessness, than tae foreigner who was described in tho housekeeper's letter as an andncious vagabond, and who

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dreaded by

Mr. Munder as something worse than a thief! ".Madam and good sir," said the old man. advancing a little nearer at Mrs. Frankland's invitation, "I ask your pardon for intruding myself. My name is Joseph Bnschmnnn. I live in the town of Truro, where I wotk in cabinets and tea-Citddios, and other shining woods. I am also, if y*u p!ea«a, tho same little foreign man who was seolded by tho big major domo wheu I cane to seo the house. All tbat I ask of your kinduess Is, that you will let me say for my errand here, and for myself, and for another person who is very near to my love, ono little word. I will be but few minutes, madam and good sir, and then I will go my ways again with my best wishes'aud mv best thanks."

Pray coiuider, Mr. Buschmann, that our time Is your time," said Leonard. We have no engagement whatever whi«*h need oblige you to shorten your vttdi. I iiiuat tell you, beforehand, in Order to preven'. an em wrrMniiiHit on ••iUier side, that I hvo the inUfortuue i,» be blind* I ran promi-«e you. however, my bent audition, a- fur as listening v*H. Rosait) nd, Is 5lr. Roscbmann a*«t*d?"

Mr. Buschmann was still standing near the door, and was exprewing »vra l*»thy by bowing to Mr. Frank fund agn:-*i, »«d crumpling his felt hat onoe .Hl^r.vover his heart.

Priy Worn© nearer, imd hit down," »»id Rosamond "and dent Imagine for one monpnt tnat ariy opinion" of the •.ioward's has tH» itmttetteaon us, tha? feel 1. *.! -Tv^aarv

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tion in tbeae term Madam and good air," he began, "before 1 oan *ay comfortably my little word, I must, with your leave, travel baokwards to tbe last time when I came to this home in company with my niece."

Your nieool" exclaimed Roaamond aud L»onard, both speaking together. My niecfl Sarah," said Uncle Joseph, "the only child «f my sister, Agatha. It is for the love -of Sarah, if you please tbat I aut here uow. Shj is tho one la*t morsel of my flesh and blood that la left to me iu the world. Thereat, tbey are all gone! My wife, my littlo Juaeph, my brother Max, my sister Agatha, and tho husband she married, the good and noble Englishman, Leeson—tbey are all all gone!"

Leeson,'* said Rosamond, passing herhnsband's hand significantly under tbe table. "Your niece's name is Sarah Leeaon?"

Uncle Joseph sighed and shook his head. "One day," he said,"ofsll the days in tbe ye tr tbe evilmost for Sarah, she changed that name. Of tbe man sho married—who is dead now, mudam—it is little or nothing that I know but this: His name was Jazeph, and he need tier ill, lor whioh I think him the First Scoundrel! Yes!" exclaimed Uncle Joseph, with the nearest approach t* anger aud bitterness which his nature was capable of making, and with an idea that hu was using one of tho strongest superlatives in the language. "Yes! if be was to eome to life again at this very moment ol time, I would say it of him to his lace: Englishman Jazeph, you are the First JScoundrel!"

Rosamond pressed her husband's hand for tbe second time. If tbeir own convictions bad noi already identified Mrs. Jazeph with Sarah Leeson, the old

Rosamond nestled closer to her husband's side. "Every word you eay, love dpes my heart good," she wbUpereJ, laying her'bead on bis shoulder. "Youl 'man's last words must have amply suf-

ficed to assure them that both names had been borne by the'satne person. Well, then, I shall now travel backwards to the time when I was here with Sarah, my niece," resumed Uncle Jo seph. "I must, if you ploase, speak t£e truth in this business, or, now uat I am already backwards where I want to be, I shall stick fast ia my place, and get on no more u»r the rest ot my life. Sir and good madam, will you have the great kindness to forgive me and Sarah, my niece, if I confess that it was not to see tbe house that we came here, and rang at the bell, and gavu deal of troublo and wasted much breath of tbe big ma-jor-domo's with the scolding that we got. It was only to do one curious little thing, th4t we came together to this place—or, no, it was all about a secret of Sarah's, which is still as black and dark to me as the middle of tbe blackest and darkest night that ever was in the world —and, as I knew nothing about it, except that there was no harm in it to any body or anything, and th«t Sarah was determined to go, and that I could not let ber go by herseh as, also, for the good reason that she told me, she had tbe best right of anybody to take tbe letter and to hide it again, seeing tbat she was afraid of its being found if longer in tbat room she left it, which was the room where she bad bidden it bei'ore. Wby, so it happened, that I— no, that she—no, no, that I—Ach Gott cried Uncle Joseph, striking his for© head in despair, and relieving himself bv an invocation in bis own langKago. "1 am lost in my owe muddlcment and whereabouts the right place is, and how I am to get myself back into it, as I am a living tinner, is more than 1 know!"

There is not the least need to go back on our account,'* said Rosamond forgetting all caution and self-restraint in her anxi ty to restore tbe old man'H confidence and composure. "Pray don't try to repeat your explanations. We know already "We will suppose," said Leonard interposing abruptly be'ore his wife could add another word, "that wo know already everything you can desire to tell us in relation to your niece's Secret and to your motives for desiring to see tbe house."

Yon will suppose that!'' exclaimed Uncle Joseph, looking greatly relieved '•Abl I thank you, sir, and you, good madam, a thousand times for helping me out of my own muddlement with a 'suppose.' I am all over confusion from my tops to my toes but I can go on now, I think, and lose myself no uiore. So! Let us 8a3T it in this way: land Sarah, my niece, are in the house—that Ivthe first 'suppose.' I and Sarah, my niece, are out of the houso— that is the second 'suppose.' Good! now we go on once more. On my way back to my own home at Truro, I am frightened for Sarah, because of tho faint she fell into on your stairs here, and because of a look in her fane that makes me heavy at my heart to see. Also, I am sorry for her sake becauie sho has not done that one curious little thing which she came Into tho house to do. I fret about these same matters, but I console myself too and my comfort is that Sarah will stop with me iu my house at Truro, and that I shall make her happvand well again, as soon ns we are settfed in our life to gether. Judge then, sir, what a blow tails on mo, when I hear that she will not make her home where I make mine. Judge yon, also, good madam, what my surprise must be, when I ask for her reason, and she tells me she must leave 1

?ncle

Joseph because she is afraid

of being found out by you." He stopped, and looking anxiously at Rosamond's face, saw it sadden and turn away from him, after be had spoken his last words. "Are you sorry, madam, for Sarah, my nleoe do you pity her?" he asked, with a little hesitation and trembling in bis voice.

I pity her with my whole heart,' said Ro«amohd, warmly. "And with iny whole harl for that pitv I tnank you!"' rejoino.1 Uncle Joseph. "Ah, madaui, your kindn-ss gives ine th» courage to go on, and to tell you tbat we parted from each other on the day of «iur getting baeJc to Truro Wnen she came to me this time, yeari and vMn», long and lonely, and very many, im«t named, and we two had nev«r mi-t. I had the fear that many more would pamacain. and I tried to make her stop1 with me to the very la«t. Bat sh»» had stiil the fame fear to drivo ber away— the xT ot being found and put- to tho qu»*Uon by you. Ha, with the tears in ber eyes {and in ni 'it?) and the grief at h«r heart (and a*, mine,) «b« went awir

to apft -rja* for what pla tbe*lat to hide herself In the empty tiignens of ino you came to this house. Wo luive (the great city, London, which s«rAllow* an interest, a very great interest." »ho up ail people and ail things that pour added, with her vsosi hearty frank- into it, and which baa now swallowed **," I" hearing anj thing that you have! up Sarah, my niece, with the rest. *My teil

Looking venr much pleased, and a little tar»i«N ahe, -when 1M heard Rnsamona'a last w^rda, Uncle Joseph drew a chair near to the table by whioh Mr. and Ufa. Fmakland were aittiag, crumpled hia felt hat op smaller than ever and not it in one of hie aide poeketa, drew ftrom the other a Utile packet or piaoed them on his knees aa he aat dMni, patted them geoUy with both hands and entered on Ida explana-

pro Uie person of all child, you will write sometimes to Unole

otb#| I*# this time, Joseph I aald, and ahe ati*w m», She stopped, feelmg her foot touch-?«I will write often.' It is three Wf*lcs ed by her bnsband'a, and rightlylntf-rM now einoe that time, and here, oa my preting tbe action a warning oit to knee, are four letters ahe has written to apeak loo unrestrainedly to the visitor me. 1 shall ask your leave to put tbem before be had explained his object in ooming to tbe boose.

down open before you, because they wilt hripntetogetoa further yet with what I most aay, and because I aee in in your faee, madam, that you are indeed sorry for Sarah, my nieee,from your heart," tie untied the pocket of letters, opened them, klaeui tbem ooe by one, and pot them down in a sow on the table, smoothing tbem oat carefully with bis hand, end taking great pains to arrange them all in a perfectly straight line. A gtaoes at the first ot the little series

showed Ro«amond that tbe handwriting in it waa the aame aa the handwriting in in the body of the letter wbloh had been found in the Myrtle Room.

There ia not much to read." said Uncle Joeepb. "But If you will look through them first, madam, I can tell you after, all the reason for ahowing them I have."

Tbe old man .was right. There was very little to read in the letters, and they grew progressively shorter as they became more iceeut in date. Ail four were written in the formal, conventionally correct style of a person taking up the pen with a fear of making mistakes in spelling and grammar, and were equally destitute of any personal particulars relative to the writer all four anxiously entreated tbat Uncle Joseph would not be uneasy, inquired after hia health, and expressed gratitude and love for him as warinly as tbeir timid restraints of style would permit all

Mir contained these two questions relating to Rosamond first, bad Mrs. Frankland arrived yet at Porthgenna Tower? Secondly, if ahe had arrived, wbat bad Uncle Joseph heard about ber? And, finally, all four gave tbe aame instructions for addressing an answer: "Please direct to me, 'S. Post Office, Smith Street, London,'"—followed by the same apology, "£xcnse my not giving my address, in case of accidents, for even in Londou, 1 am still afraid of being followed and found out. I send every morning for letters so I am sure to get your answer." "I told you, madam," said the old man, when Rosamond raised her head from the letters, "that I was frightened aud sorry for Sarah when she left me. Now see, if you please, wby I get more frightened and more sorry yet, when I have ail the four letters tbat she writes to me. Tbey begin here, with the first at my left baud and tbey grow shorter, and shorter, aud shorter, as they get nearer to mf right, till the last is but eight little lines. Again, see, if you please. Tbe writing ot the first letter, here, at my left hand, is very fine—I mean it is very fine to me, because I love Sarah, and because I write very badly myself—but it Is not so good in the second letter it shakes a little, it blots a little, it crooks itself a little iu the last lines. In the third it is worae— more shake, more blot, more crook. In the fourth, where there is least to do, there is still more shake, still more blot, still more crook, than in all the other three put together. I see this I remember that she was weak, and worn, and weary, when she left me, and I say to myself, She is ill, thoagh she will not tell it, for the writing betrays ber!"

Rosamond looked down again at tbe letters, and followed the significant changes for the worse in the handwriting, iiue by line, as tho old maw pointed them out. "I say to myself that," he continued, "I wait, and think a little and I hear my own heart whisper to me, Go you, Uncle Joseph, to Ijondon, and, while there is yet time, bring her back to be cured, and comforted, and made happy in your own home After that, I wait and think a little again—not about leaving my busineas 1 would leave it forever twonerthau Sarah should come to harm—but about wbat I am to do to get her to come back. That thought makes me look at the letters again the letters show me alwavs the same questions about Mistress Frankland I see it plainly as my own hand before me, that I shall never get Sarah, my niece, back, unless I can make easy ber mind about those questions of Mistress Frankland's that she dreadsas if there was death to her in every one of them. I see ill it makes my pipe go out it drives me up from my chair it puts my hat on my head it brings me here, where I have once intruded myself already, and where I have no right, I know, to in trude myself again it mnkes me beg and pray now, of your compassion for my niece, and of your goodness for me, that you will not deny met be means of

bringing Sarah back. If I m«y only sa to her, I have seen Mistress Franklatv and she has told me with her own lips that she will ask noueof those questions tbat you fear so much,—if I may only say that, Sarah will come back with tne, and I shall thank you every day of my life for making me a happy man!"

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The simply eloquence of the oid man's words, tbe Innocent earnestness of bis manner, touched Rosamond to the heart. "I will do anything, I will prom iso anything," she answered, eacorly, "to help you to bring ber back! If she will ouly let me see ber, I promise not to say one word tbat sho would not wish me to say I promise not to nsk one question—no, not one—that it will

her to answer. O, what cvmfortmessage can I setid besides what can I say!"—she stopped confusedly, feeling her husband's foot touching hers again. "Ah, say no more! say no more!" cried Uncle Joseph, tying up hia little packet (jf letters, with his eyes sparkling and his ruddy face all in a glow.

Enough said to bring Sarah back! enough said to make me cratcful fur all my lite! O, I am so happy, so happy, se'h-appv, my skin is too small to hoid me!" ile towed up tbe paoket of letters into the air, caught it, kissed it, and put it back again in his pocket, all in an instant.

You are not going?" said Rosamond. "Surely you are not going yet It is my loss to go awav from here, which I must put up with, because St ia also my gain to get sooner to Sarah," said Uncle Joseph "For tbst reason only, 1 shall ask your pardon if I take my leave, with my heart full of thank*, aud uo my ways home again."

When do you propose to »t«rt for London, Mr. 'Buscbinann?" inquired Leonard.

To-morrow, in the morning, early, sir," replied Unele Joseph. "I shall finish the work tbat I must do to-night, and shall lea re no re-»t to Samuel, my man. and shall then go to Sarah by tbe first coach."

May I aak for your niece's address in l»itdou, in case wo wish to write to you

SV give.* me no address, air, but tbe f«*r even at the gxeat distance of Ismdon. the same fear that ahe had all the way from this hon^ still sticks to her. Hot bt re is thepi* where I shall get in nWtt lied," «.n:tnued :lu«old rti'aff. producing a small *bop card. "It is the houae of a countryman of ray own, a fiae baker of I'una, sir, and a very good"man, indeed.''

Have yoo thought of any plan fbr ftttdins out yotir niece** addreas?" !:squirfd R.»amorid, copying the direcuun .o tfc« ',-tr 1 while she spoke. "Ah, yea—for I am always quick at malting my plans," aald Uncle Joseph. "I shall present tuyaeif the master of the pmwt, and to him I shall my Just this and no mors: 'Good morning, sir. I am the man who writes the letters to 8. J. She hi my niece, if you please and and all that I want to know Is, where doea ahe live There ia something like a plan. I think. A-ha!" Me spread oat both bis bands interrogatively, and looked at Mm. Frankiaoa with aaelfsatisfied amlle.

I am afraid," said Roaamond, partly amused, partly touched by bia wmplicity, "that tbe people at tbepoatofflca are not at all likely to be trusted with

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tbe address. I think you would do better to take a letter with you, directed to 'S. to deliver tt iu the morning when letters are rsoeived from tbe country to wait near tbe door, and then to follow the person who is sent by vour nieoe (as she tells you heraell) to aiak for lew* ters for S. J. "You think that is batter?" said Uncle Joseph, secretly convinced that bis own idea was unquestiouably tho most ingeuioua of the two. "Good'! The leaat»y little word that you aav to ine, madam,' is a command that I follow with all my heart." We took the crumpled hat out of his pocket, and advanced to aay farewell, when Mr. Fraukland spoke to him again.

If you find your nio je well, and willing to travel," said Lsonard, "you will bring her back to TrurO"at onoe And you will let uakuow when you are both at home agaiu?"

At once, sir," said Uncle Joseph. To both thes*?questions, I say at onoe." S

If a week irom this time passes," continued Leonard, "and ve bear nothing from yon, we must conclude then, either tbat some uuforseen obstacle stands in the way of your return, or that:? your fear on your niece's acor unt have been but too well founded, and that she is notable to travel?" "Yes, sir so let it be. But I hope you will hear from uie before tho week is out."

O, so do I! most earnestly, most anxiously said Rosamond. "Yon remetn- a ber my message?"

I have got it here, every word of it," said Uncle Joseph, touching bis heart i. He raised the baud whioh Rosamond held out to him, to his lips. "I shall try to thank you better when I have come back," he said. "For all your kiudnets to me and my niece, God bless you both, iand keep you happy,till we meet again.'* ffi With these words, be hastened to the door, waved hishaud gayly with the old crumpled hat in it, and went out. "Dear, simple, warm hearted old man I" aaid Rosamond, as the door closed. "I wanted to tell hiutevervthing, Lenny. Why did you stop ine?"

My love, it is that very simplicity which you admire, and which I admire, too, tbat makes me cautious. At the first sound of his voice I felt us warmly towards him as you do but the more I heard bim talk, the uioro convinced I became that it would be rash to truat him, at first, lor fear of his disclosing :i: too abruptly to your mother that we know her Secret. Our chance of wtah--nlng her confidence and obtaining^an* interview with ber, depends, I can See, upon our own Uct in deuling .with her exaggerattd buspicions aud ber'nervoua fears. That good old man, with the' beat and kindest intentions In the world might ruin ovf rything. Ho will have done all tbat we can hope for, and all. that we can wish, if he only succeeds to bringing ber back to Truro."

But it be fails—if anything happens —if she is really ill?" Let us wait till tho week is ovor, Rosamond. It will be time eneugh, then, to decide wbat we shall do next."

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