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By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN. [Copyright, 1897, by Anns K. Rob If a.] CHAPTER XXVI. A DISCOVERY. I have a grim will when I choose to exert it. After Mr. Gryco left the hotel I took a cup of tea with the landlady and then made a round of the stores. >1 bought dimity, sewing silk and what not, as I said I would, but this did not occupy me long (to the regret probably of the country merchants, who expected to make a fool of me and found it a by no means easy task) and was quite ready for William when he finally drove up. The ride homo was a more or less si lent one. I had conceived such a horror of the man beside n e that talking for talk’s sake was impossible, while he was in a mood which it would be char ity to call noncommunicative. It may be that my own reticence was at the bottom of this, but I rather think not The remark he made in passing Deacon Spear’s house showed that something more than spite was working in his slow but vindictive brain. “There’s a man of your own sort,’’ he cried. “You won’t find him doing anything out of the way; oh, no. Pity your visit wasn’t paid there. You’d have got a better impression of the lane.’’ To this I made no reply. At Mr. Trohm’s he spoke again. “I suppose,” said he, “that you and Trohm had the devil of a say about Lu- cetta and the rest of us. I don’t know why, but the whole neighborhood seems to feel they’ve a right to use our name as they choose. But it isn’t going to be so long. We have played poor and pinch ed and starved all I’m going to. I’m going to have a new horse, and Lucetta shall have a dre ss, and that mighty quick too. I’m tired of all this shabbi ness and mean to have a change. ” I wanted to say, “No change yet; change under the present circumstances would be the worst thing possible for you all,” but I felt that this would be treason to Mr. Gryce and refrained, say ing simply, as he looked sideways at me for a word: “Lucetta needs a new dress. That no one can deny. But you had better let me get it for her, or perhaps that is what you meant.” The grunt which was my only an swer might be interpreted in any way. I took it, however, for assent. As soon as I was relieved of his pres ence and in that of the girls again I al tered my whole manner and cried out in querulous tones: “Mrs. Carter and I have had a differ ence. ” (This was true. We did have a difference over our cup of tea. I did not think it necessary to say this difference was a forced one. Some things we are perfectly justified in keeping to our selves. ) “She remembers a certain verso in the New Testament oneway and I in another. We had not time to settle it by a consultation with the sacred word, but I cannot rest till it is settled, so will you bring your Bible to me, my dear, that I may look that verse up?” Wo were in the upper hall, where 1 had taken a seat on the old fashioned sofa there. Lucetta, who was standing before me, started immediately to do my bidding, without stopping to think, poor child, that it was very strange I did not go to my own room and consult my own Bible as any good Presbyterian would be expected to do. As she was turning toward the large front room where 1 knew the one Biblo I wanted could not be I stopped her with the quiet injunction: “Get me one with good print, Lucet- t&. Sly eyes won’t bear much straining. ” At which she turned and to my great relief hurried down the corridor to ward William’s room, from which she presently returned, bringing the very volume I was anxious to consult. Meanwhile I had laid aside my hat. I felt fiurried and unhappy and showed it. Lucetta’s pitiful face had a strange sweetness in it this morning, and I felt sure as I took the sacred book from hei hand that her thoughts were all with the lover she had sent from her side and not at all with me or with what at the moment occupied me. Yet my thoughts at this moment involved, without doubt, the very deepest interests of her life, il not that very lover she was brooding over in her darkened and resigned mind. As I realized this I heaved an involun tary sigh, which seemed to startle her, for she turned and gave mo a quick look as she was slipping away to join her sister, who was busy at the other end ol the hall. The Bible I held was an old one oi medium size and most excellent print. I had no difficulty in finding the text and settling the question which had been my ostensible reason for wanting the book, but it took mo tonger to dis cover the indentation which I had mads in one of its pages; but when I did you may imagine my awe and the turmoil into which my mind was cast when 1 found that it marked those great verses in Corinthians which are so universally read at funerals: “Behold I shew you a mystery. Wo shall not all sleep, but we shall all bo changed. “In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye”— CHAPTER XXVIL AN INTRUSION. Iwas so moved by this discovery that I was not myself for several instants. The reading of those words over the body which bad been laid away under the flower parlor whs in keeping with the knot of crape on the window shut ter and argued something more than re morse on the part of some one of the Knollys family. Who was this one, and why, with such feelings in the breast of any of the throe, had the deceit and crime hi which I had been witness suc ceeded to Kcoh a noim as to demand the attention of the police? An impossible problem to which I dare seek no solu tion, even in the faces of these seeming ly innocent girls. What plan Mr. Gryce intended to pursue I was of course in no position to determine. I only knew what course I meant to pursue myself, which was to remain quiet and sustain the part I had already played in this house as their visitor and friend. It was therefore as such both in heart and manner that I hastened from my room late in the aft ernoon to inquire the meaning of the cry I had just heard issue from Lucet ta’s lips. It had come from the front of the house, and as I hastened thither 1 met the two Miss Knollys, looking more openly anxious and distraught than at any former time of anxiety and trouble. As they looked up and saw my face Loreeu paused and laid her hand on Lu cetta’s arm. But Lucetta was not to be restrained. “He has dared, ” she cried, “dared to enter our gates, bringing a police officer with him. We know he is a police offi cer because he was here once before, and though ho was kind enough then ho cannot have come the second time, and with this man, except to”—• Hero the pressure of Loreen’s hand was so strong as to make the feeble Lu cetta quiver. She stopped, and Miss Knollys took up her words: “Except to make us talk on subjects much better buried in oblivion. Miss Butterworth, will you go down with ! us? Your presence may act as a re- 1 straint. Mr. Trohm seems to have some j respect for you. ” “Mr. Trohm?” i “Yes. It is his coming which has so agitated Lucetta. Ho and a man named Gryce are just coming up the walk. There goes the knocker. Lucetta, you must control yourself or leave me to face these unwelcome visitors alone.” Lucetta, with a sudden, fierce effort, subdued her trembling. “If he must be met,” said she, “my anger and disdain may give some weight to your quiet acceptance of the family’s disgrace. I shall not accept his denun ciations quietly, Loreeu. You must ex pert me to show 7 some of the feelings that I have held in check all these years. ” And without waiting for reply, without waiting even to see what effect these strange words had had upon me, whom she must presume to have been entirely unprepared for them, she dashed down the stairs and pulled open the front door. We had followed rapidly, too rapidly for speech ourselves, and w T ere therefore in the hall when the door swung back, revealing the two persons I had been led to expect. Mr. Trohm spoke first, evi dently in answer to the defiance to be seen in Lucetta’s face. “Miss Knollys, a thousand pardons. I know I am transgressing, but the oc casion warrants it, I assure you. I am sure you will acknowledge that when you hear what my errand is. ” “Your errand—what can it be,” she cried, “but to”— Why did she pause? Mr. Gryce had not looked at her. Yet that it was un der his influence she ceased to commit herself I was as certain as we can be of anything in a world which is half de ceit. “Let us hear your errand,” put in Loreen, with that gentle emphasis which is no sign of weakness. “I will let this gentleman say,’’re turned Mr. Trohm. “You have seen him before—a New York detective of whoso business in this town you cannot be ignorant. ” “He professed,” fell from Lucetta’s lips in cold and distinct tones, “to have visited this lane for the purpose of seek ing out a clew to the many disappear ances which have unfortunately taken place within its precincts. ” “Yes,” Mr. Trohm’s nod seemed to say. But Lucetta was looking at the detective. “Is that your business?” she asked. “Miss Knollys,” he began — how quiet and fatherly his accents fell after tho alternate fire and iciness with which she herself had addressed his companion and herself—“I hardly know how to answer you without arousing your just anger. If y<»ur brother is in”— “My lirnthor would face you with less patleuoo than we. Talk to us, Mr. Gryce, and not till we fail to answer you or to satisfy all your demands call in my brother, who will not answer you and will not satisfy your demands.’’ 1 ‘ Vcry well, ’ ’ mud ho. * ‘ The quickest explanation is the kindest in these cases. I merely v. ish, us a police officer whose Dusiness in this lane is to locate'these disappearam »s ami who believes the surest way to do this is to find out once for all where they did not and could not have taken place, to make an official search of ihese pre mises as I already have those of Mother Jane and of Dea con Spear.” • “Aid my errand here,” said Mr. Trohm, “is to make all easier by the assurance that my house will be the next which will undergo a complete in vestigation. As all the houses in the lane will be visited alike, none of us need complain or feel our good name at tacked. ” This was certainly thoughtful, but knowing what I did I could not expect Loreeu or Lucetta to show any great sense either of his kindness or Mr. Gryce’s consideration. They were in no position to have a search made of their premises, and, serene as was Loroeu’s nature and powerful as was Lucetta’s will, tho apprehension under which they labored was evident, though neither attempted either subterfuge or evasion. “If the police wish to search this house, it is open to them, ” said Loreen. “But uoi to Mr. Trohm,” quoth Lu cetta quickly. “Our poverty should be our protection from the curiosity of neighbors. ” “Mr. Trohm has no wish to intrude, ” said Mr. Gryce, but Mr. Trohm said nothing Ho probably understood why Lucetta wished to curtail his stay in this house better than Mr. Gryce did. CHAPTER XXVIII. IN THE CELLAR. I had meanwhile stood silent. There was no reason for me to obtrude myself, and 1 was happy not to tlo so. This does not mean, however, that my presence was not noticed. Mr. Trohm honored me with more than one glance during these trying moments, in whose expres sion I read tho anxiety he felt lest my peace of mind should bo too much dis turbed, and when in response to the un doubted dismissal ho had received from Lucetta he prepared to take his leavo it was upon mo ho bestowed his final look and most deferential bow. It was a tribute to my position and character which all seemed to feel, and I was not at all surprised when Lucetta, after carefully watching his departure, turned to me with childlike impetuosity, say ing: “This must bo very unpleasant for you, Miss Butterworth, yet must we ask you to stand our friend. God knows we need one. ” “I shall never forget I occupied that position toward your mother,” was my straightforward reply, and I did not forget it, not for a moment. “I shall begin with the cellar,” said Mr. Gryce. Both girls quivered. Then Loreen lift ed her proud head and said quietly: “The whole house is at your dispos al. Only I pray you to be as expedi tious as possible. My sister is not well, and the sooner our humiliation is over the better it will be for her.” And, indeed, Lucetta was in a state that aroused even Mr. Gryce’s anxiety. But when she saw us all hovering over her she roused herself with an extraor dinary effort, and, waving us all aside, took the first steps herself in the direc tion of the kitchen, from which, as I gathered, the only direct access could be had to the cellar. Mr. Gryce immedi ately followed, and behind him came Loreen and myself, both too much agi tated to speak. At the flower parlor Mr. Gryco paused as if he had forgotten something, but Lucetta urged him feverishly on, and before long we were all standing in the kitchen. Here a surprise awaited ua Two men were sitting there who ap peared to be strangers to Hannah at least, for tho lowering look she cast them as she pretended to be busy over her stove was so out of keeping with her usual good humor as to attract the attention even of her young mistress. “What is the matter, Hannah?” asked Lucetta. “And who are these men?” “They are my men,” said Mr. Gryce. “The job I have undertaken cannot be carried on alone. ” Tho quick look the two sisters inter changed did not escape me, or the quiet air of resignation which was settling slowly over Loreen. “Must they go into the cellar, too?” she asked. Mr. Gryce smiled his most fatherly smile. “My dear young ladies,” said he, “these men are interested in but one thing—they are searchiug for a clew tn the disappearances that nave occurroa in this lane. As they will not find this in your cellar nothing else that they may see there will remain in their minds for a moment. ” Lucetta said no more. Even her in domitable spirit was giving way before the inevitable discovery she saw before them. “Do not let William know,” were her low words as we passed by Hannah, but from the short glimpse I caught through the open kitchen door of that same William’s burly figure standing, guarded by two other men, on the stable floor I felt the t this 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 ordinary tones, while Lucetta paused and would not go on till I followed. This surprised ma I no longer seemed to have any clew to their motives, but I was glad to be one of the party. Hannah, under Loreen’s orders, had furnished one of the men with a lighted lantern, and upon our descent into the dark labyrinth below it became his duty to lead the way, which he did with due circumspection. What all this underground space into which we were thus introduced nad ever been used xor it would be difficult to tell. At present it was mostly empty. After passing a small collection of stores, a wine cellar, the very door of which was unhinged and lay across tho cellar bottom, we struck into a hollow void, in which there was nothing worth an instant’s investigation save tho earth under our feet. T 1 s the two foremost detectives ex amined very carefully, detaining us of ten longer, I thought, than Mr. Gryce desired or Lucetta iiad patience for. But nothing was said in protest nor did the older detective give an order or mani fest any especial interest in the investi gation till he saw the men in front stoop and throw out of the way a cotl of rope, when ho immediately hurried forward and called upon the party to stop. Tho girls, who were on either side of me, crossed glances at this command, and Lucetta, who had been totter ing forward feebly for the last few minutes, fell upon her knees and hid her face in the hollow of her two hands. Loreen came around and stood by her, and I do not know which presented the most striking picture of despair, the shrinking figure of Lucetta or the straight but quivering form of Loreeu lifted to meet the shafts of fate with out a droop of her eyelids or a murmur from her lips. The light of tho one lau- tern which intentionally or uninten tionally was concentrated on this pa thetic group made it stand out from the midst of tho surrounding darkness in a way to draw the gaze of Mr. Gryco up on 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 sur veyed the ceiling above, at which Lo- reen’s lips opened slightly in secret dread and amazement. Then ho com manded the men to move on slowly, while he himself looked overhead rather than underneath, which seemed to as tonish his associates, who evidently had heard nothing of the hole which had been cut in tho 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 ho, not heeding her, though 1 am sure he was as well acquainted with her proximity as wio. “Dig?” murmured Loreeu in what we all saw was a fiual effort to stave off disgrace and misery. “My duty demauds it,” said he. “Some one else has beeu 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 ap parent 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. •The man with the bun dle 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 the sight and the sound it made a thrill passed through Lucetta which made her another creatura Dashing for ward, 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, sire, of our mother!” CHAPTER XXIX. investigation. Tho shock o$ these words—if false, most horrible; if true, still more horri ble—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 more years ago, and this grave has been dug within three days. ” “I know, ” she whispered. “To the world my mother has been dead many, many years, but not to ns. Wo closed her eyes night before last, and it was to preserve this secret, which involves oth ers affecting our family honor, that we resorted to expedients which have per haps attracted tlie notice of the police and drawn this humiliation down upon us. I can conceive no other reason for this visit, ushered in as it was by Mr. Trohm.” “Miss Lucetta, “ Mr. Gryce spoke up quite quicklv—if he had not I certainly couiu not nave restrained some expres sion of tho emotions awakened in my own breast by this astounding revelation— “Miss Lucetta, it is not necessary to bring Mr. Trohm’s name into this mat ter or that of any other person than my self. I saw the coffin lowered here, which you say contained the body of your mother. Thiuking 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 de tective to satisfy myself that nothing wrong lay behind so mysterious a death and burial. Can you blame mo, Miss Knollys? Would I have been a man to trust if I had let such an event go by unchallenged in this lane?” She did not answer. She had heard but one sentence of all this long speech. “Yon saw my mother’s coffin lower ed? Where were you that you should see that? In some of these dark passages, let in by I know not what traitor to our peace of mind.” And her eyes, which seemed to have grown almost supernat- urally large and bright under her emo tions, turned slowly in their sockets till they rested with something like doubt ful accusation upon mine. But not td remain there, for Mr. Gryce recalled them almost instantly back by thit short, sharp negative. “No, I was nearer than that. lien) my strength to this burial. If you had thought to look under Mother Jane’s hood, you would have seen what would have forced these explanations then and there. ” “And you”— “And I was Mother Jane for that night. Not from choice, miss, but from necessity. It was I your brother saw in the cottage. I could not give away my plans by refusing tho task your brother offered me.” “It is well. ” Lucetta had risen and was now standing by tire 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 do with the business you profess to be chiefly interested in—nothing at all.” “Then perhaps you and your sister will retire,” said he. “Distracted as you are by family griefs, I would not wish to add one iota to your distress. This lady, whom you seem to regard with more or less favor as friend or relative, will stay to see that no dishon or is paid to your mother’s remains. But her face we must see, Miss Knol lys, 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 dis tinct conviction that it was truth these girls had beeu tolling and that the girl child wo had come to unearth as the Althea of my 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 Loreeu with a dozen burning ques tions on my lips when the voice of Mr. Gryco stopped me. “Explanations later,” said ho. “For the present we want you here. ” It was noPau easy task for me to lin ger there with all my doubts unsolved, waiting for the decisive moment when Mr. Gryco should say: “Come! Look! Is it she?” But tho will that had al ready sustained me through so much did not fail me now, and, grievous as was the ordeal, I passed steadily through it, being able to say, though not with out some emotion, I own: “It is she! Changed almost beyond conception, but still sho, ” which was a happier end to this adventure than that we had first feared, mysterious as the fact was, net only to myself, but, as I could see, to the acute detective as well. The girls had withdrawn long before this, just as Mr. Gryce had desired, and I now thought I might be allowed to join them, but Mr. Gryce detained me till tho grave was refilled and made de cent again, when ho turned and to my intense astonishment—for I had thought the matter was all over and the exoner ation of this household complete—suid 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 more or less accustomed to the work. 'We have still some digging to do.” $Tbi8 story will be continued in next Friday’s issue of The Ledger. To Discuss Means of Getting Coal. New York, Oct. 9.—Three commit tees of citizens, representing the mer chants, manufacturers, and the board of trade of this city, In joint confer ence, have decided to call a mass meet ing, to be held next Monday evening in Carnegie Music Hail, to discuss means of getting coal to the city. it was resolved that discussion of the merits of either side in the strike should be discouraged, and the main question of getting coal the only one considered, Wallace Gets School. Wilmington. N. C., Oct. 13.—The Wilmington presbytery has decided not to remove tihe James Sprunt In stitute school for Young Ladies from Kenansville to Wallace. The latter city employed every effort to get the school, and Kenansville put up a rtrong fight to keep it. After a full Investigation the presbytery decided the question In favor of Kenansville, and the victory causes rejoicing. The institute is the largest girl’s school in that section of the state. Jockey Maher Coming Back. New York, Oct. 1-.—Jockey Danny Maher, after a successful season, will return to the United States at the end of the Newmarket meeting, says a London dispatch to the New York American. He will spend some Ime In the mountains for his health. A DOMESTIC DIFFICULTY. The Solution Wan Original, Though the it'-ault Waa Unhandy. “Every time I tell this story,” a bright society matron remarked, "somebody accuses me of making it up. but it is a true story nevertheless. “Up in the Virginia mountains David and I took a long walk to explore the wild country road near our hotel. Away up on the rough mountain side was a little cabin, and as I have a most fervent human interest in the home life of all peoples remote from cities I proposed that we visit the cab in, with the wayfarers’ usual pretext, to ask for a drink of water. In the one room of the small house were the usual furnishings, a few chairs, many dogs lying about, guns on the wall, a high bed in eacli corner and a homely table spread with homely crockery in the center of the household picture. A plain little woman, worn and aged, but very neat in calico frock and ging ham apron, met us at the door and asked us in, while one of the rough boys lounging on the porch was dis patched to the spring for fresh water. “Instead of the usual mountaineer’s open fireplace, with iron crane and kettles, was a surprising arrangement of a cooking stove mounted on a kitch en table. My glance reverted to this curious sight so often that our moun tain hostess seemed constrained to ex plain. “ ‘You uns ain’t used to seein’ cook stoves fixed up that way, I reckon,’ she said apologetically. Tap, he got the cook stove down in town way las’ May. and he didn’ think ’bout the stovepipe, and he didn’ :;it ’miff to reach up to that there hole in the chimbly, so we uns jes’ b’isted the cook sto.e up on that there table till he gits time to go to town and git some more stovepipe ’Taiu’t Inru .'to elinii) up on a eluvr to cook, a: d I wisu lo ti»e land papd nurry nisself and git to town arter that there stove pipe. It’d he a hea-i handier to Lev lhat tm .v cos 1 -tow < own on the groun ’ “Of course *we uns’ agreed with the goo I woman that tier complaint was well b ise,;. hr.t we praised her clever ness and originality in utilizing the kitchen tai ie. Probably not one wo man in lO.UOO.OOO would have ever sug gested that way out of the domestic difficulty.”—Detroit Free Press. WAVES OF WATER. For over 1,200 miles the Nile does not receive a single tributary stream. The Jordan is the crookedest river known, winding 213 miles in a distance of GO. The Potomac river is only 500 miles long and in its lower course is rather an estuary than a stream. The highest of all navigable rivers is the Tsangpo, which flows for nearly I, 000 miles at an elevation of from II, 000 to 14.000 feet The Indus, the second sacred river of India, is 1,700 miles long. Its waters have always been considered almost as holy as those of the Ganges. Three rivers as big as the Rhine would just equal in volume the Gau ges. three Ganges the Mississippi and two Mississippis the Amazon. When free from ice, the Yukon river is navigable for large stetimers 1,9G3 miles, a distance more than twice as great as that from Chicago to New Orleans. TeHtiiig the Sermon. The minister of a parish in a part of New England where doctrinal points are considered of great importance says that his test of a satisfactory ser mon is the opposite of that which is commonly applied. “My clerical friends in the city toll me that so long as their congregations appear wide awake and interested they feel encouraged.” he said to a visitor, “hut with me it’s different “Of course I wish to interest the con gregation. but if 1 look over to Deacon Drew’s pew and then to Deacon Snow’s and see them with their eyes closed and heads nodding I feel that all is well. Just as surely us I discover them wide awake and alert after I’ve been preaching for ten minutes 1 know that there’s something wrong to their minds and that 1 shall bear what It is as soon as the service Is over.”— Youth’s Companion. Thousands Hare Kidney Trouble and Don’t Know it. How To Find Ont. 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