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There suddenly flashed across Fitzgerald's r.tiivl a line from Genesis, which seemed singularly appllcablo to«Mr. Frettlby—"A fugitive and a vagabond thou ebalt be in the earth." "Kveryone gets these restless fits sooner or later," ho said. Idly. "In fact," with an uneasy laugh, "I believo I'm in one myself." "That puts mo in mind of what I hoard Dr. Chinston say yesterday," sho said "This is the ago of unrest, as eloctrirtty and steam have turned ns all into Bohemians." "Ah! Bohemia Is a pleasant place," snid Brian absently, unconsciously quoting Thackeray, "but wo all lose our way to it late In life." "At that rate wo won't lose our way to it for some time," sbo said laughing, as they stepped into tho drawing room, so cool and shady, after the heat and glaro outside.

As they entered Mr. Frettlby arose out of a chair near tho window, and appeared to have been reading, as ho held a book in his hand. "What! FltageraUl," ho exclaimed in a hearty tone, as he held out bis hand. "I am glad to aeo you." "I let you know I am living, dont IF* replied Brian, his fair faco flushing as be reluctantly took tho proffered hand. "But tho fact Is I havo come to say good-by for a fow days." "Ah! gr.lng back to town, I suppose," said Mr. Frettlby, lying back in his chair and playing with bis watch chain. "I dont know that you aro wise, exchanging thecloar air of tho country for tho dusty atmosphere of Melbourne." "Yet Madge tells me you are going back," said Brian, idly toying with avosoof flowers on the table. "Depends npon circumstances," replied Midas carelesnly. "I may and I may not. You go on business, I presume "Well, the fact is, Calton" Hero Brian stopped suddenly, and bit his Hp with vexation, for he had not intended to mention the lawyer's name. "Yesf' said Mr. Frottlby interrogatively, sitting up quickly, and looking keenly at Brian. "Wants to see me about businoss," he finished awkwardly. "Conuected with tho sale of your station, I suppose," said Frettlby, still keeping his eyes on tho young man's face. "Cant have a better man. Calton'a an excellent man of business." "A ltttlo too excellent," replied Fitigernld, ruefully "lie* a man thatcaut leave well enough alone." "Apropos of whatr "Oh, nothing," answered Fitagerald, hastily, and just then his eyes met thoso of Frettlby. Tho two ra«» looked at one another steadily for a moment, but in that short space of timo a single namo flashed through their brains that name was Rosa. ua Moom Mr. Frettlby was tho first to lower his eyes and break tho magnetism. "Ah, well," be said lightly, as ho roeo from his chair and hold out his hand, "if you are two wwks in town call at 8& Kildn, and it*» moro than likely you will find us them"

Brian shook hands in silence and watched him pick up his hat and move on to tho veranda, and then out into tho hot sunshine. "He know*," he muttered involuntarily. "Knows what, sir said Madge, who came silently behind him, and slipped her arm through his. "That you are hungry, and want something to eat before you leave usf* "I dont feel hungry," said Brian, as they walked toward the door. "Nonsense," answered Madge, merrily, who, like Eve, wnson hospitable thoughts intent. "I'm not going to have you appear In Melbourne pale, fond lover, es though I wore treating you badly. Come, sir—no," sbo continued, putting up her hand as he tried t» kiss fer, "business first, ple ^re afterward," and they went into tho ing room laughing.

Mark Frettlby wandered down to the lawn tennis ground, thinking of tho look he had seen 3n Brian's eyes. He shivered for a moment In the hot sunshine, as though it had grown suddenly chill. "Sotae one stepping across ray grave," be murmured to lilruwlf, with a cynical smile. "Bahi bow superstitious I am, and

A REMARKABLE STORY.

Mystery of a Hansom Cab.

BY FERGUS W. HUME.

CHAPTER XXV.

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Kin resolution taken, Brian did not let ths grass grow undar his foet, but rode, over in the afternoon to tell Madge of bis intended departure.

The servant told him «be was In the garden, so be went there, and, guided by the sound of merry voices, and the silvery laughtor of pretty women, soon found his way to the lawn tennis ground. Madge and her guests were all there, seated under the shade of a great witch elm, and watching, with great interest, a single hanfed match being played between Rolleston and Paterson, both of whom were capital players. Mr. Frettlby was not present, as he was insidt writing letters, and talking with old Mr. Valpy, and Brian gave a sign of relief as be noted his absence. Madge caught sight of him as he came down the garden path, and flew quickly towrml hfm with outstretched hands, as "be took his hat off. "How good of you to come," sbo said, in a delighted tone, as she took Ills arm, an«l they sauntered rl wly toward the bonse. Brian told her of his approaching departure, but not his reason* for going. "I got a letter Inst night," he said, turning his faeo away from ber: "and, as it's about some important business, I must start at once." •'1 dont think it trill bo long before we follow," answered Madge, thoughtfully. •'Papa leaves here at the end of the week." "tVhyf "I'm suro I dont know," said Madgo, petulantly "ho is so restless, and never seems to Bcttlo down to anything. Ho sttys for the rest of bis life be Is going to do nothing but wander all over tho world."

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knows, be know»t* "Come on. sir,** cried FVlix, who had just caught tight of hitn, "a rack** awaits you."

Frettlby woke with a start, and found himself twer the lawn ttcmis ground, ant Fells at his elbow, smoking a cigarette tterouant himself :i* at effort and the young *u*a L»-tiy on th« «ta kr. "Whatr bo tatfd with a forced ta .-li, "do youn«llyEtpcct ton town Mftai «ach day! Yoa um "1 ttm hot, yoa bmb,11 rrtarted pcrtur^ohte RoUostoa, blowing awraathof nokv "That,* a

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you talking about it?0 "I afraid this talk is getting slightly incoherent," said Felix, with a sigh. "Wo all mxm madder than usual today." "Speak for yourself," said Chinston, indignantly 'Tin as sane as any man in the world." "Exactly." retorted the other, coolly, "that's what I say, and you, being a doctor, might to know that every man and woman in the world is more or lew mad."

Where are your facts/" asked Chinston, smiling. "My facts are all visible ones," said Felix, gravely pointing to the company. "They're all crooked»on some point or another.

There was a chorus of indignant denial at this, and them every one burst out laughing at the extraordinary way in which Mr. Rolleston was arguin "If you go on like that in tho house," said FYettlby, amused, "you will, at all events, havo an entertaining parliament. "Ah! they'll never bavo an entertaining parliament till tbey admit ladies," observed Paterson, with a quizzical glance at Julia. "Ii will boa parliament of love then," retorted the doctor, dryly, "and not medieval either."

While every ono was laughing at this remark, Frettlby took tho doctor's arm and walked away with him. "I want you to come up to my study, doctor," ho said, as tbey strolled toward tho house, "and examine me." "Why, dont you feci well?" said Chinston, us they entered tho house. "Not lately," replied Frettlby. "I'm afraid I've got heart disease."

Tho doctor looked sharply at him, and then shook his head. "Nonsense," ho said, cheerfully, "it's a common delusion with people that they have heart disease, and in nine cases out of ten it's all imagination unless, indeed," be added, waggishly, "the patient happens to be a young man." "Ah! I suppose you think I'm safo as far os that goes," said Frettlby, ns they entered the study "and what did you think of Rolleston's argunwjnt about peoplo being madf" •'It was amusing," replied Chinston, taking a seat, Fretflby doing the same. "That's all I say can about it, though, mind you, I think there are moro mad people at large than the world is aware of." "Indeed!" "Yes do you remember that horriblo story of Dickens', in the 'Pickwick Papers,' about tho man who was mad, and know it, yet successfully concealed it for years? Well, I beliove there are many peoplo liko that in the world, peoplo whose lives are one long struggle against insanity, and yet who eat, drink, talk and walk with tho rest of their fellow men, evidently as gay and light hearted as they are." "How extraordinary." "Half the murders and suicides nro done in temporary tits of insanity," wont on Chinston, "and if a person broods over anything, his incipient madness is sare to break out sooner or later but, of course, there are cases whero a perfectly sano person may commit a murder on tho impulse of tho moment, but I regard such persons as mad for tho time being but, again, a murder may bo planned and oxecutod in tho most cold blooded manner." "And in tho latter case," said Frettlby, without looking at the doctor, and playing with tho paper knife, "do you regard the murderer as madf "Yes, I do." answered the doctor, bluntly. "Ho is a3 mad as a person who kills another because ho supjxMes he has been told by God to do so—only thcro is method in his madECS& For instance, I believo that hansom cab murder, in which you were mixed up" "D— it, sir! I wosnt mixed up in it," interrupted Frettlby, pale with anger. "Beg pardon," said Chinston, coolly, "a slip of tho tongue I was thinking of Fitzgerald. Well, I believe that crimo to have been premeditated, and that tho man who committed it was mad. He is, no doubt, at large now, walking about and conducting himself as sauely as you or I, yet the germ of insanity is there, and sooner or later ho will commit another crime." "How tlo you know it was premeditated?" asked Frettlby, abruptly. "Any ono can seo that," answered tho other. "Whyte was watched on that night, and when Fitzgerald wont away tho other was ready to take his place, dressed tho same." "That's nothing," retortod Frettlby, looking at his companion sharply. "There are dozens of men in Melbourne who wear evening dress, light coats and soft hats—in fact, I generally wear them myself." "Well, tnat might have been a coincidence," said the doctor, rather disconcerted "but the uso of chloroform puts the question beyond a doubt people dont usually carry chloroform about with them." "I suppose not," answered tho other, and then the matter dropped. Chinston made an examination of Mark Frettlby, and when he had finished his face was very grave, though he laughed at the millioniare's fears. "You're all right," he said, gayly. "Action of tho heart a littlo weak, that's all— only," impressively, "avoid excitementavoid excitement."

Just os Frettlby was putting on his coat a knock came to tho door and Madge entered. "Brian is gone," she began. "Oh, I beg your pardon, doctor, but is papa ill!" she asked with sudden fear. "No, child, n*,* said Frettlby, hastily, "I am all rf.^ I thought my heart was affected, bt Isn't." "Not a bit of it," answered Chinston, reassuring. "All right, only avoid excitement."

But whoa FretUby turned to go to the J.oor Madgo, who had ber eyes fixed on the do r^s face, saw bow rive it t---"Taere Is dangerf said, hing his arm as tbey paused for a moment aft the door. "No, nor beamwwred haatfly. "Yea. there is," she persisted. "Tell nut the worst it is: for mo to kn

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he had just received from Fitzgerald, and It seemed to give him great satisfaction, judging from the complacent smile on his face. "I know," wrote Brian, "that now you have taken up the affair, yop will not stop until you flail evei-ything oat, so, as I want the matter to rest as at present, I wfll anticipate you, and reveal alL You were right in your conjecture that I knew something likely to fcad to the detection of Whyte's murderer but wbon 1 tell you joy reasons for keeping such a thing secret, I am sure you will not blame ma Miud you, I do not say that I know who committed the murder but I havo suspicions—very strong suspicions—and I wish to God Kosanna Moore bad died before sbo told me what she did. However, I trill tell you all, and leave you to judga as to whether 1 was justified in concealing what I was toll. I will call at your office soma timo next week, and then you will know everything that Rosanna Moore told mo but once that you are poscnased of tho knowledge you will pity ma" "Most extraordinary," mused Calton, leading back in his -hair, as he laid down eho letter. "I wonder it bo's going to tell me that be killed WhytA after all, and that Sal Rawlins perjured herself to save him! No, that's nonsense or she'd have turned up in hotter time, and wouldn't have risked his nock up to the last moment Though I make it a rule never to be surprised at anything, I expect what Brian Fitzgerald tells me will startle me considerably. I've never mot with such an extraordinary oase, and from all appearances the end isnt reached yet. After all," said Mr. Calton, thoughtfully, "truth is stranger than fiction."

Hero a kuock came to the door, and in answer to an invitation to enter, it opened, and Kilsip glided into tho room. "You're not engaged, sir," ho caid, in a soft, low voice. "Oh, dear, no," answered Calton, carelessly, come in, come in."

Kilsip closed tho door softly, and gliding along in his usual velvet footed manner, sat down in a chair near Calton's, and placing his hat on the grouud, looked keenly at the barrister. "Well, Kilsip," said Calton. with a yawn, playing with his watch chain, "any good news to tell met" "Well, nothing particularly now," purred tho detective, rubbing his hands together. "Nothing new, and nothing true, and no matter," said Calton, quoting Emerson. "And what have you come to see me about?" "Tho hansom cab murder," replied the other quietly. "The dovil!'.' cried Calton, startled out of bis professional dignity. "And havo you found out who did it?" "No!" answered Kilsip, rather dismally "but I've got an idea." "So had Gorby," retorted Calton, dryly, "an idea that ended in smoke. Havo you any practical proofs?" "Not yet." "That moans you are going to get somo?" "Well, if possiblo." "Much virtue in 'if,'" quoted Calton, picking up a pencil and scribbling idly on his blotting paper. "And to whom does your suspicion point?" "Aha!" said Mr. Kilsip, cautiously. "Dont know him," answered the other coolly "family name Humbug, I presume. Bosh! Whom do you suspect?"

Kilsip looked around cautiously, as if to make sure they were alone, and then said, in a stage whisper: "Roger Moreland!" "That was the young man that gave evidence as to how Whyte got drunk?"

Kilsip nodded. "Weil, and how do you connect him with tho murder?" 'Do you remember in tho evidence given by tho cabmen, Iloyston and Rankin, they both sworo that the man who was with Whyte or tliat night wore a diamond ring on tho forefinger of the right hand?" 'What of that? Nearly every second man in llolbourno wears a diamond ring." 'But not on the forefinger of tho hand." •Oh! And Moreland wears a ring in that way?" "Yes!" "Merely a coincidence. Is that all your prooff "All I can obtain at present." "It's very weak," said Calton, scornfully. "Tho weakest proofs may form a chain to hang a man," observed Kilsip, sententiously. "Moreland gave his evidence clearly enough," said Calton, rising and walk/ng up and down. "He met Whyto they got drunk together. Whyte went out of the hotel, and shortly afterward Moreland followed with the coat, which was left behind by Whyte, and then somebody snatched it from him." 'All, did theyP' interrupted Kilsip, quickly. 'So Moreland says," said Calton, stopping short.' 'I understand you think Moreland was not so drunk as ho says, and after following Whyte outside, put on his coat, and got into tho cab with him."

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"That is my theory.'' "It's ingenious onough," said tho barrister but why should Moreland murder Wnytof What motive had hof" "Thoso papers" "Pshaw! another idea of Corby's," said Calton, angrily. "How do you know there were any papers!"

Tho fact is, Calton did not intend Kilsip to know that Whyto really had papa's until ho beard what Fitzgerald had to toll him. "And another thing," said Calton, resuming his walk, "if your theory Is correct, which I dont think it is, what became of Whyte's coatf Has Moreland got it?" 'No, he has not," answered the detective, decisively. 'You seem very positive about it," said tho lawyer, after a moment pause. "Did you ask Moreland about it?"

A reproachful look came into l£ikip% white face. 'Not quite so green," he said, forcing a smila "I thought you'd a better opinion of mo than that, Mr. Calton. Ask him?—no." "Then how did you find out!" "The fact Is Moreland is employed as a barmon-in the Kangaroo boteL" "A barman!" cchoed Calton "and bo came out here as a gentleman of independent fortune. Why, hang it, man, that in itself is sufficient to prove that ho had no motive to murder Whyte. Moreland pretty well lived on Wyto, so what could have induced him to km goldsn goooe and become a barman 1 *wl the idea is absurd." "Well, yon maybe right shout the matter." said Kilsip, rather angrily "and if Ocr'. }rinakes RdstakesIdc«t{H«tead to be inf.V. But at all events when I saw *iynn -.-

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••It was a lesser danger to avert a greater one," replied Kilsip, coolly. "1 am «urethat Moreland was not drunk on that night. He only said so to escape awkward questions as to his moveuenta. Depend upon it he knows more than be lets out." "Well, and how did you intend to set about tha matter?" "I shall start looking for the coat first." "Ah! you think he has hidden it?" "I'm sure of it. My theory is this: When Moreland got out of the cab at Powlett street" "But he didn't," interrupted Calton, angrily. "Let us suppose, for the sake of argument, that be did/ said Kilsip, quietly. "I say when he left the cab be walked up Powlett street, turned to the left down George street, and walked back to town through the Fitzroy gardens, then, knowing that the coat was noticeable. In threw it away, or hid it, and walked out of the gardens through the town" "In evening dress more noticeable than coat" "He wasn't in evening dress," said Kilsip, fc'V-

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quietly, »'*. "No more ho was," observed Calton, eagerly, recalling tho evidenco at the trial. "Another blow to your theory. Tho murderer was in evening dress—tho cabman said so." "Yes because he had seen Mr. Fitzgerald in evening dress a few minutes before, and thought that be was the samo man who got into the cab with Whyto." "Well, what of that?" "If you remember, the second man had his coat buttoned up. Moreland wore dark trousers—at least, 1 suppose so—and, with the coat buttoned up, it was easy for the cabman to make the mistake, believing, as be did, that it was Mr. Fitzgerald." "That sounds better," said Calton, thoughtfully. "And what are you going to do?" "Look for tho coat in tho Fitzroy gardens." "Pshaw! a wild goose chase." "Possibly," said Kilsip, as he arose to go. "And when shall I see you again T' 6aid Calton. "Oh, to-night," said Kilsip, pausing at the door. "I had nearly forgotten, Mother Guttersnipe wants to seo you." "Why? What's up?" "She's dying, and wants to tell you some secret" "Rosanna Moore, by Jovel" said Calton. "She'll tell me something about her. Pll get to the bottom of this yet. All right, I'll bo here at 8 o'clock." "Very well, sir!" and the detective glided out, "I wonder if that old hag knows anything?" said Calton to himself, as ho resumed his seat "Sho might have overheard somo conversation between Whyte and his mistress, and-is going to split Well, I'm afraid when Fitzgerald does confess I will know all about it beforehand."

CHAPTER XXVII..

MOTHER GUTTERSNIPE JOr\9 THE MAJORITY Punctual to his appointment, Kilsip called at Calton's ofUco at 8 o'clock, in order to guide him through tho squalid labyrinths of the slums, and found the barrister waiting impatiently for him.

They went into Littlo Bourke street, and after going through tho narrow and dark lanes, which now seemed quite fpjniliar to Calton, reached Mother Guttersnipe's den, for in truth it could be called nothing else. After climbing the rickety stairs, which groaned and creaked beneath their weight, they entered the room, and found Mother Guttersnipe lying on the bed in tho corner, and the elfish child with the black hair pluying cards with a slatternly looking girl at the deal table by tho faint light of a tallow enndlo. They both sprang to their feet as tho strangers entered, and tho elfish chil pushed a broken chair in a sullen manner toward Mr. Calton, while the other girl shuffled into a far corner of tho room, and crouehod down thcro liko a dog. Tho noise of their entry awoko tho liag from an uneasy slumber into which sho had fallen, and sitting up i:i bed, sho huddled tho clothes round her, and presented such a grewsome spectacle that Calton involuntarily recoiled. Her white hair was all unbound, and hungin tangled masses over her shoulder in snowy profusiou. Her face, parchcd and wrinkled, with tho hooked nose and beady black eyes, like those of a mouse, was poked forward, and her skinny arms, bare to tho shoulder, were waving about as sho grasped at tho bedclothes with her claw like hands.

Sho was evidently growing very Weak, so Calton turned to Kilsip and told him in a whisper to got a doctor. The detective scribbled a note on somo paper, and, giving it to Lizcr, ordered her to toko it At this, the other girl rose, and, putting her arm in that of the child's, they left together. "Them two young 'usseys gonof" said Mother Guttersnipe. "Right you are, I don'twant what I've got to tell to get into the noospapcr, I dont." "And what is it?" asked Calton, bending forward/' 1

Tho old woman took another drink of gin, and it seemed to put lifo into her, for she pat up in tho bed and commenced to talk rapidly, as though sho were afraid of dying before her secret was told. "You'vo been 'ere aforoP she said, pointing one skinny finger at Calton, "and you wanted to find out all about 'er but you didn't, blarst ye. Sho wouldn't let me tell, for she was always a proud jade, a flouncin' round while 'er pore mother was a stervin'." "Ha-mother! Are you Rosanna Moore's mother?" criod Calton, considerably astonished. "May I die if I aint," croaked the hag. 'Er pore father died of drink, an' Pm a folterin' 1m to tho same place in the same way. You weren't about town in the old days, or you'd a bin after her, blarst ye." "After Rosanna "The werry girl," answered Mother Guttersnipe. "She were on tho stage, sho were, an* my eye, what a swell she were, with all the coves a-dyia' for 'er, an' she dandn' over tbeir black 'earts, cuss '^4 but, die was allays good to ma till 'e camc." '•Who earner 'Ef yelled the okl woman, raising herself on ber arm, her eyes sparkling with vindictive fury. 'E, o-comin' around with diVoonds and gold, and a-rutnin' my pore girl an' bow Vs 'eld Is bloornin' V*d up all those years as if be were a saint, cuss 'im— CUSS 'i: "WI_ does she meaur whispered Calton to KiMp. "Mean!* sor ed Mother Guttersnipe, wb«*» -harp fa., ^ad caught the muttered qu on. "Why, Mark Rrettii yl* "Good God:" Calton roseu a b.:« .tstot:and «ven Kilsip's iw- —itabiu ooou

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an' Sal 'er *alf sister—cuss 'er." Exhausted by the efforts die had made, the bid woman back in ber bed, while Calton sat in a dased manner, thinking over the astounding revelation that had just been mada .That Rosanna Moore should turn out to be Mark Frettlby^ mistress he hardly wondered at after all, be was but a man, and in his yo*ng days had been no better and no worse than the rest of his friends. Rosanna Moore was pretty, and was evidently one of those women who—rakes at heart— prefer tho untrammeled freedom of being a mistress to the sedate bondage of a wifa In questions of morality, so many people live In glass houses that there are few nowadays who can afford to throw stones, so Calton did uot think any worse of Frettlby for his youthful follies. But what he did wonder at was that Frettlby should be so heartless as to leave his child to the tender mercies of an old liag like Mother Guttersnipa It was so entirely different from what be knew of the man, that he was inclined to think it was feorae trick of the old woman's. "Did Mr. Frettlby know Sal was his childf ho asked. "Not 'e," snarled Mother Guttersnipe, in an exultant tone 'e thought she was dead, 'e did, arter Roseanaer gave him the go by." "And why did you not tell binif" 'Cause I wanted to break his 'oart, if 'e 'ad any," said the old beldaiue, vindictively. "Sal was a-goin' to 'ell as fast as she could till she was tuk from ma If she had gone and got into quod I'd 'ave gone to him, and said 'Look at yer darter! 'Ow I've ruiudd her as you did mine.'" "You old devil," said Calton, revolted at the malignity of the schema "You have sacrificed uu innocent girl for this." "None of your preachin," retorted tho hag sullenly "I ain't been brought up for a saint, I ain't—an' I wanted to pay 'im out, blarst'im —'o paid me well to 'old my tongue about my darter, an' I've got it 'ere," laying her band on the pillow. "All gold, good gold—an' mine, cuss ma"

Calton arose he felt quito sick at this exhibition of human depravity, and longed to be away. As ho was putting on his hat, however, the two girls entered with a doctor, who bowed to Kilsip, cast a sharp scrutinizing glance at Calton, and then walked over to the bed. The two girls went buck to their corner, and waited in silence for tho end Mother Guttersnipe had fallen baek in tbo bed, with one claw-like hand clutching the pillow, as if to protect her beloved gold, and over ber faco a deadly paleuess was spreading, which told the practiced eyo of tho doctor that the end was near. He knelt down beside tho bed for a moment, holding tho candle to the dying woman's faea Sho opene:l her eyes, and muttered drowsily: "Who's you? go t' 'ell," but then she seemed to grasp the situation again, and sho started up with a shrill yell, which mode tho Leaner* shudder, it was so weird and eerie. "My money I" she yelled, clasping tho pil low in her skinny arms. "It's all mine, yo shan't have it, i.lnrst yo."1

The doctor arose fi-oni his knees, 'and siiru^ged his shoulders. "Not worth while "!oii:g anything," ho said, coolly, "she'll bo dead soon.'"

The old woman, mumbling over her pillow, caught the word, and burst into tears. "Dead! dead I my pmr Rosanna, with 'er golden 'air, always lovin' 'er pore mother till 'o t«xk 'cr away, an' she camo baek to die —dio—ooh!"

Her voice died away in a long, melancholy wail, that mado the two girls in tbo corner shiver and put thoir fingers in their ears. "My good woman," said tho doctor, bending over tho bod, "would you not liko to see a minister?"

She looked at him with her bright, bendy eyes, already somewhat dimmed with tho mists of death, and said, in a harsh, low whisper—"Why "Because you havo only a short timo to live," said tho doctor, gently. "You are dy-

Mother Guttersnipe sprang up, and seized his arm with a scream of terror. "Dyin', dyin'—no I uo!" sho wailed, clawing his sleovo. "1 ain't fit to die—cuss mo save mo—save mo I don't know whero I'd go to, s'elp me—save ma"

Tho doctor tried to removo ber bands, but sho hold on with wonderful tenacity. "It is impossible," bo said briefly.

The hag fell back in ber bed.

1 sold my tout for it.

"I'll givo you money to save me," she shrieked "good money—ell mine—all mine. See—sec—'cro—suvcrains," and, tearing her pillow open, sbo took out a canvas bag, and from it poured a gleaming stream of gokL (Sold—gold—It rolled all over tho bed, over the floor, away into tbo dark corners, yet no one touchod it, so enchained were they by the horriblo spectacle of the dying woman clinging to life, Sbo clutched up some of tbo shining pieces, and held them up to the three men as tbey stood silently besido the bed, but ber hands trembled so that tho sovereigns kept falling from tbem on the floor, with metallip clinks. "All mine—all mine," she shrieked, loudly. "Givo me my life—gold—money—cuas ye—I sold my soul for it—care me—givo mo my life," and, with trembling bands, sbo tried to tapoo the gold on them. They did not say a word, but stood silently looking at bar, while tho two girls in the corner clung together, aad trembled with fear. "Dont look at me—don't," cried the hag, failing down again amid the shining gold. "Ye want mo to die. Blarst ye—I shan't— I shant—give ma my gold," clawing at the scattered sovereigns. "Pll take it with me— I shant dfo—G—G—" whimpering, "I aint done bin'—let nx live—give me a Bible— save me, U—cum ft—^ ,G—," and aba fcD foiclr on the bed, a oorj

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