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lN thhllEN MINDS. CHAPTER XXVI. (CONTINUED). “She may have been instigated," .sug- gested the detective. “It’s wonderful what things Women will do for their lovers, and she had a loverâ€"not of the best possible charicter.” Mr. Rayner gave a quick glance at me, and I felt guilty, for it was indeed I who had given this piece of informa- tion. “ Do you know his name ‘2” asked Mr. Rayner. ' "I am not in a position to state it yet ; but we have our suspicions," said the man cautiously. _ _ Mr. Rayner gave no sign of incredulity ; but. I knew his face well enough now to be able to tell that he did not believe him. “The main point now is, having traced the jewels to the woman Sarah Goocb, to find out how they came into her possession. I must ask you to let me see the woman and question her. Taken by surprise, she may confess everything." “You shall see her,” said Mr. Rayner gravely, "and then judge for yourself whether she is in a state to answer ques- tions. Iwill ask the nure if you can see her now. Miss Christie, would you mind going up with ire and watching in her place while Mrs. Saunders comes out to speak to me i” We went up together, scarcely speaking a word ; and I sent out the nurse to him and stood watching in her place. Sarah, look- ing more hideons than ever with the white bandage round her head and against her leather-colored face and black hair, was turning her head from side to side and moan- ing and muttering feebly. The only words one could catch seemed to refer to the pain she was in. Then the door opened, the nurse reentered, and the detective, with Mr. Rayner bebindhim. peeped in. A glance at the hollow face and dry lips of the sick woman might have satisfied him that herill- ness was no sham ; but he watched her and listened to her mutterings for some minutes before he retired. I left the room as quick- ly as I couldâ€"the sight of the ghastly figure of the guily woman sickened me. . “ You see," Mr. Rayner was saying as I got outside, “she is quite unable at present to speak for herself. I hope, and indeed believe, that, when she can do so, she Will be able to char herself of anything worse than perhaps the innocent passing of the stolen goods from one rogue to another, without herself having the least idea of the crime she was being made to participate in. I will do all in my power to assist the course of justice. The doctor will he here in the morning, end he will tell you when she is likely to be able to give an account of her- self. In the meantime you shall spend the night here. Miss Christie; will you kindly tell Mrs. Jennings to prepare the room next to mine and Mrs. Rayners’s.” The name “Mrs. Jennings” for the mc~ ment puzzled me; then I remembered it was that of the cook, and I wondered why he had not said Jane. His room and Mrs. Rayner’sl Did Mr. Rayner then sleep in the house since his wife's change of apart- ment 1 The cook grumbled a good deal when I gave her the erel'. “'hat was the house be'ng turned topsyturvy for? Why had Mr. Rayner just sent Jane (ff to V right’s Farm to pay the corn-bill, today of all days, when there was a visitor and more to do! Telling her she might stop the night too, if the fog came on, as it was doing, when he might have known she wouldn’t want tellingtwice when that hulking Pc~ fer Wright was about the farm 1 She knew what it was; Jane would not be back till late to~mortrow afternoon, if she was then, andâ€"â€" Avid so the cock went on, until Mr. Ray- ner app<ared upon the scene, apd she broke off in her ccmplainfs, startled; “ I am afraid I have entailed a good deal of trouble upon‘you, cook; by thoughtlcssly giving Jane permission to spend the nightat the form if the fog grew thick; so I have just asked Mrs. Saunders to take her up stairs duties till Jane comes back, in return for which you will be kind enough to watch by Sarah during her unavoidable ab- sences." ' This silenced the cook at once. It was a just punishment for her grumbling, for there was no duty she would not rather have un- dertz ken than that of watching by the un- conscious Sarah even in her quiet moments. She said to me afterward} that the nurse was very good ; directly Sarah began to talk or grow excited, Mrs. Saunders always man- aged to hear,aud came in to relieve her from the uuplcasant task of listening to the sick woman’s ravings. I left Mr. Rayner talking to the cook, and went back to Haidee in the dining- room. \Vben tea-time came, Mr. Rayner entered with the detective, whom he now addressed as “Mr. Maynard," and treated as a distinguished guest. Mr. Maynard, talked rathir interestingly when his boat drew him out, and was elaborately courteous to Mrs. Rayner, whose cold manner rather overawed him, and to me. He went to his room early, and, when Mrs. Rayner had gone to here, I remained in the drawing- room putting the music in ord< r, as Mr. Rayner had told .me to do. “ ’I‘his day's events have upset rue more than you can imagine, child,” said he, pass. ing his hand through his hair wearily. “ That vixen Sarah has always seemed honestâ€"and yet I don’t know what to be lieve.” “ At d, you know. the portmanteau I found in the cellar," I whispered tim- idly. Mr. Rayner started. ‘ " Good Heaven,‘I had forgotten that ! Or rather I had dismissed it from my mind as a fancy brought about by the excitement of Sarah's accident, and hastily connected in your mind With your view of old Tom Parkes carrying a box across the lawn. Where are the store-room keys, child 2" asked he excitedly. “We must go at once to the cellar, andâ€"- Heaven help us if what I took for your fancy should prove to be the truth l" I tremblingly produced the keys, which I carried about with me ; and. much againsu my will. I accompanied Mr. Rayner into the left wing. He took the kevs from me ; but he was so very excited that he could not find the right one to fit into the door, and I opened it for him. We crossed the store- rnciri. There lay the black bag on one side of the trap door, where I had put it down on catching sight of the little ring in the floor. I put my finger through this and raised it again. not Without a shudder at the remembrance of my last visit, and Mr. A Rayner went dowu hastily, while I held the condle for him to see by. ' _ “ No, my child. I see nothing.” Bald he. as he peered about. _ i , “Look through the ladder ; ‘3 1“ behind there,” said I. ' Mr. Rayner looked through ihthen looked round it, stretched his arm out. and agam raised his face to mine. this time however with a look of unutterahle relief. “ Thank Heaven, if: W13 3’01” lailf’l'. child I” said be. "There is nothing there.” “ Not a drai table?" I gasped. “ Noâ€"ncthing but water.” _ “ Perhaps the'water has risen higher and covered it .7" “ Come down yourself and see. you afraid to come down again '-’_" “ No, I am not afraid,” said I, uncer- tainly. He came up and took the candle from me, while I descended. The water, I knew by the number of steps which were dry above it, was at the same level as before. I look- ed through the ladder and round it. Table and portmanteau had utterly disappeared. As I looked up suddenly, Mr. Rayner's face, distorted by the weird light thrown on it by the flickering candle, seemed to me to wear a mocking smile which made the handsome features hideous and alarm in . 5‘ Let me come up," said 1 sharply. He held out his hand, aud,,v.hen I, trem- bling and tottering, reached the top of the ladder, he flung his arm around me to sup- port me. But I was so sick with the horror of finding my story-my true storyâ€"dis- proved, and with the fancy I had had on looking up at Mr. Rayner’s face, that I slid from his arm, ran out of the store-room, along the passage and through the swing- door, and [leaned against the hall table to re~ cover myself. Mr. Rayner was at my side in a few minutes’ and,aluiost unconsciously. I let him lead me back into the drawing- rcom. He brought me sonic brandy-and. water and made me drink ‘it, and bathed my forehead, and told me gently not to be frightened, for I should soon be out of this dreary place and among beautiful scenes where I should forget the gloom of this sep- ulchral, dead-alive house, which was turn- ing my poor little brain. “ But indeed I did see the portmanteau the first time 1” said I piteously. “ Yes, dear child, I know," said Mr. Ray- ner. But I saw he did not believe me; and the tears began to roll down my cheeks. “Youiiust not cry, you must not cry! You Will’spoil your pretty face if you cry, " said Mr. "Rayner almost angrily. I knew he hated the sight' of anything ugly or distressingâ€"it was part of an ar- tist’s nature, he said ; so I forced back my tears as fast as I could, and tried to smile. “ There is my lovely girl again i” said be; stopping in front of nicâ€"he had walked up and down the room while I wept. “W's will never mention Sarah’s name again when once we are away from her, little one,” said he. “But until we go, or until our respect- ed friend Mr. Maynard goes, I am afraid she must still occupy a good deal of our thoughts. She will certainly not submit to any crossexamination on his part to-mor- row, or for along time to come-if she ever is,” said he gravely. “And in the mean- time he will try to trump up a story and to criminate as many persons as he can, just to show his superiors that he has not wast- ed his time here. And certainly be will leave our poor Sarah without a rag of char- acter. " But, do you know, Mr. Rayner, I don‘t think Sarah has always been as nice a wo- man as you suppose, ‘ said I timidly. "From what I have heard her say, I think, when she was young, she must have had some horrid friends, who made her do all sorts of wrong things; and that is why I cannot be as much surprised as you are at her doing wicked things now.” ’ " Did you tell Mr. Maynard that f” “ No, I only answered his questions. He said he was her brotherâ€"and of course I did not want, him to doubt his own sister. But, Mr. Rayner, I want to ask you some- thing. Have you ever heard of aJames VVoodfull ‘2” He was sitting by me on the sofa, with his head turned away. He did not answer my question at once. The he said very quietlyâ€" “ Did Mr. Maynard ask you that ?” He turned slowly as he said so, until his eyes met mine. “ Oh. no I I heard Sarah say the name when she was deliriousâ€"the first nightâ€" Friday night,” I whispered. “ 0h! Was he a friend of hers ‘l" “ Oh. yes l I think she must have been in love with him when she wa young, and he must have been a very bad man who made her do anything he liked, and the most curious part of it is that sheâ€"she mixes his name up with the people she knows now,” said I. lowering my voice still mor . “How 2’" asked Mr. Rayner. “Whose name does she mix his up with?" “ W'hy, withâ€"with mine, Mr. Rayner 1" said I, blushing uncomfortably at the very thonght. “She kept saying in her ravings that this wicked forgerâ€"for she said he was a forgerâ€"â€"James \Voodlall was in love. with me and wanted to marry me, and that he wanted her to help to marry this common thief to me. Wasn’t it dreadful to have to listen to that '2” whispered I exâ€" citedly. “ Did she say James lVoodfall was acom. mon thief 1’” “No, I gathered that from what she 0 r are said. Did you ever hear of him Mr. Ray-l nor '2" “Yes, I have heard of him, and I believe he is alive now,” he said. “Then I believe that she is in love with him still, and that he is at the bottom of this dreadful robbery!” cried I, much ex- cited. “0h, Mr. Rayner, couldn’t you find outfrom Sarah where he is now, while the detective is here, and get him caught f" I said breathlessly. Mr. Rayner shook his head thought- fully. ' “I’m afraid not, my dear child. If James Woodfall is the man I mean, he will never be taken alive,” said he. CHAPTER XXVII. I Mr. Rayner slep that night in the dressing-room leading out of the large front room which his wife now occupied. I met him coming out of it as I Wont downstairs to breakfast next morning. I spent the hours until dinner-time in my own room, packing and preparing for the journey next av. It was curious, I thought, that I had not heard again from my mother, who would naturally be ov- rflowing with excitement about such a. great event. I lllfl written a. long letter to her on Monday, and put it in- to the post-bag, with no misgivings as to its safety now that my enemy Sarah was ill. It was a very pleasant thing to think that I should soon be with my mot-her again, and that in a few days I should see Laurence ; but there was a less bright view to be taken of the expedition, and from time to time, in the midst of my happy anticipation, it trou- bled me. It seemed an unkind thing, in spite of her obstinate refusal to quit the Alders. to leave delicate Mrs. Rayner alone in this dreary place, the gloom and damp of which had evidently had much to do with the morbid state of mind she wax in, with no compan- ions, and no other inmates of the house, ex- cept a weird child who was not fond~oflier, two servants, a. sick-nurse, and a dclerious invalid. I l‘ad noticed faint Signs of ner- vous agitation in her manner lately when the coming journey was alluded to, and I had caught her eyes fixed upon mine some- times as if she had something to say to me which she could not bring herself to the point of uttering; and the strange perver- sity of the poor lady, who seemed now mad, now sane, puzzled me more and more. The Doctor, for whose verdict Mr. May- nard was waiting, did not come that day until jLst before dinner ; and then his re- port was as gloomy as possible. He did not think it probable that Sarah would ever recover her reason, and the only change she was likely to get. from her sick-room was to the county lunatic asylum. 0n hearing this, the detective, who had spent the morning in making inquiries, in searching Sarah’s boxes, and even her room, at Mr. Rayner’s suggestion, in examining every corner of the housekeeper’s room in which she generally sat, and of the store-cupboard under the stairs, which was also under her chargeâ€"but I do not think he went into the left wing, where the large store-room wasâ€" having failed to make any discovery, wished to return to town that afternoon ; but Mr. Rayner pressed him to stay. saying that he would drive him over to Denham Court that afternoon, and, in the character of a friend of his, come down from town for ‘a few days, he could (xcmine the scene of the robbery and make inquiries without any oue’s suspecting who he was, and perhaps pick up some scraps of information which would save him from the reproach of having made a journey in vain. “ Do you know enough about railways to pass for an engineer, or inspector, or any- thing of that sort ?" asked Mr. Riyner. "You know, of course, that suspicion has fallen upon a. gang of navvies who are at work upon the line near there; but, al- though there have been detectives among them since, not one has been sharp enough to discover anything yet." The man seemed a little shy at first of in- terfcring in a branch of the work of watch- ing which had been put into other bands. But he was rather put upon his mettle by the allusion to the fact that his journey had been so far a failure. And Mr. Rayner whispered to me in the hall. with his eyes twipkling, when the detective was already seated in the dog-cart at the door, that he had put that fellow up to discovering some- thingâ€"it did not matter what, wrong or right. He said they should be back early, as the fog was rising already, and, in order to repay Mr. Maynard for detaining him, there was to be dinner at half-past six, in- stead of the usual tea at half-past five. And, in the very highest spirits, Mr. Ray- ner patted my shoulder, told me to save my. self up for the next day, and that he had a. present to give me on the journey, and jumped into the dog-cart. . I went back into the dining-room, where the cock was clearing away the luncheon, Jane, as she had predicted, not‘ having come back yet. Mrs. Rayner was sitting by the fire, with Hoiclee on her lap. “Are you unhappy at the thought of losing her so soon 1’“ said I softly, leaving my seat and kneeling by her side, as soon as the cook had left the room. Mrs. Rayner looked at me earnestly, and then whisperedâ€" “ No, I am not unhappy about her, but about you.” “ About me, Mrs. Rayner!" I exclaimed, in astonishment. “Hush 1” she whispered softly. She took her arms from her child’s neck, and told her to go and play; and Haidee obediently walked to the window, where her doll was lying on the floor. . , “It is as much as my wretched life is worth to warn you,” whispered she, taking the hand I had laid on her lap, and ale. 1.» ing and unclasping her own about it ner- vously. “You are kind-hearted, and inno- cent as a childâ€"I see that now,” she con- tinued, her eyes wandering rcstlessly about the room. , I began to be afraid of a. fit of hysterics, or worse; and I hugged her not to talk if it fatigued her, and asked her if I should fetch some condo-Cologne. She shook her head. “ I am not hystericalâ€"don’t be afraid of that," said she, turning her great eyes upon me, as if in reproach. “I only want to tell you thisâ€"when you arrive in London to- morrow, if. your mother is not waiting at the citation, insist upon going to her house before you go farther. Do not on any account enter another train without her. Call the guard-make a disturbance at the stationâ€"do anything rather.” “ But how can I f” said I gently. "I can- not insist against Mr. Rayner. He would not listen. You know that, when he tells one to do a thing, there is such a. strong authority about him, one must do it.” “Try, try 1" said she earnestly. “I be- lieve you have the power, if you have the courage. You have thwarted his wishes as nobody else has has ever dared to doâ€"in sending for Doctor Lows, in taking Haidee up stairs. Try once more. It is notSai-ah's safety that is concerned this time, nor Hai- gee‘s, but your own. For Heaven’s sake, . ryl She lay back in the chair, her face, neck, and hands all wet with the violence of her feeling and her unaccustomed vehemence. Yet her voice had never once risen above a whisper that could not have been heard at the other end of the room. She raised her head again, and read with unexpected pene- tration the look on in face. “ I am not mad. Miss Christie,” she said very quietly. "Think me mad if you like ~if your mother meets you at Liverpool Street Station. But, if not, remember my warning ; it may have cost me my life.” She shock off my hand and lay back again, as if wishing for rest. And I remained on my knees beside her, not knowing what to think. whether she was mad or sane,whether I should follow her advice or dismiss her w: rds ssâ€"nn, I could cut think them irilo; that she lieiself dad been in terrible earnes; as she uttered them I could not doubt. \Vhat then T She wanted to make me die- trust her husband. She had not spoken like a jealous woman; she was too cold. too in- different forjealousy. What strange fancy was this of hers about thejourney? If my mother should not be at the station waiting for us, which was very likely, as she was seldom punctual, I should still have Haidee with me. I shoulrl naturally suggest wait- ing for her ; but, if she did not come soon, probably Mr. Rayner himself would send or rm to my uncle’s house in search of her. What hall I to fear with Mr. Rayner, my best and kinoest friend, next to Laurence, in the world ? Why should a morbid fancy of his poor, sickly, fanciful wife trouble me ? And yet the impression her words had made upon me was so strong that I deter- mined, if my mother should not arrive at the station shortly after nibâ€"that she would be there already was too much to expect of ht’râ€"tlllb I would ask Mr. Rayner to let me take a cab to my uncle’s house and fetch her myself. Mrs. Rayner scarcely spoke for the rest of the afternoon ; that unusual burst of vehem- cnce seemed to have exhausted her. The fog which had been hanging about us for days, grew so thick as the afternoon wore on that we had to have the lamps lighted much earlier than usual. and it was quite dark when, at about half-past four, there was a ring at the front-door bell. The cook came in to say that a boy from the village wanted to speak to Miss Christie ; and I went into the hall and found a little fellow of about ten whom I did not know, who told me fhat Mrs. Manners, who was at the school-house, had sent to ask me to come to her at once, as she wished to speak to me about the dole. This was ayearly distribution of clothing and money among the very poor people of the parish, which took place in November. It was rather strange that Mrs. Manners should want to speak to me about it, I thought at first, as I was not a district visitor. However, of course I must go ; and I went back into the dining-room and told Mrs. Rayner about it. " Don’t go, Miss Christie," said she at once. “It is some trap, some trick; Mrs. Manners never sends messages but by her own boys, Don’t go.” “ I don’t like not to go,” said I hesitat- ingly. “It may be something of importance, and Mrs. Manners has been so kind to me. Please let me go, Mrs. Rayner.” She shrank into herself, and leaned back again as the cook reappeared at the door, saying the boy said Mrs. Manners’s mes- sage wasâ€"would I make haste 2” “Of course you can go, Miss Christie,” said Mrs. Rayner listlessly. I ran up-stairs and was down again ready for my walk in a few minutes. The boy was evidently prepared to accompany me; and the fog was so thick that I was g‘ad of it, for he was more used to the turns of the road than I; and even he had to go very slowly and to keep close to the hedge. He kept urging me to make haste however. and I followed him as fast as I could, while he turned every other minute to see that I was still behind him. The school was about half a. mile from the Alders, among the first houses of the village. When I stumbled egiinst a. milestone which was, I knew, not far from our destination, the boy saidâ€" “Here, miss, take carel This way.” And, taking a. corner of my cloak, be led me round into a path which branched off to the left. "But you are going wrong," I said. "It is straight on, I knowâ€"not up here. This is the way to Dunning’s Farm, half a mile ol’f.” “It’s all right, miss," said he. “I'm afraid of our being run over along the high road now we’re so near the village. Come on, miss; it’s all right.” He was very impatient; and I followed him, not Without some misgivings. \Ve had groped our way up this lane for what seem- ed to me a very lorg time when the boy stopp‘lred and \vhistled. “ hat are you doing that for?” said I sharply. But the boy, who, by making but a few steps forward, was lost to my sight in the fog, whistled agiin. I stood for a moment trembling with terror. Then the boy exclaim- ed ausrilyâ€" “Why, he ain't herel" "Hal Who?" I cried in alarm ; and at that moment I heard a. crackling of branches, and saw dimly through the fog. a few yards in front of me, the figure of a man crashing through the hedge, and leaping down from the field into the road. Smothering a cry, I turned, and ran I knew not whither. It was Tom Parkes or Gordon, who had decoyed me out here to punish me for my discoveries, which Sarah must have told them about. (TO BE CONTINUED.) -HM Trophy from Tokar. Licut. Wilford Lloyd, of the I battery of the B brigade royal horse artillery, left Aldershot on a recent morning for Windsor castle in order to present the medhi's sland- ui'd, captured by the British troops at the relief of Tokar, to the queen. Lieut. VVil- ford Lloyd, who is a relative of Mr. Clifford Lloyd, received permission to accompany the army in the Soudan. and on his return home, toward the expiration of his leave, was commissioned by Gen. Graham to con- vey the trophy to her majesty. The gallant officer, who has already seen considerable active service, left Trinkitat on March 5, travelling via Cairo and Alexandria to Venice (where he was detained in quarantine five days), and thence to London, where he arrived on Sunday. Lieut. Lloyd, wearing the blue and gold uniform of his corps, er rived at “’indsor about noon, and immedi- ately proceeded with the flag to the palace. The standard, which is about two and a half yards long and two yards wide, is composed of red and yellow silk. On one side is an Arabic inscription to the effect that it was resented by the medhi to the governor of char, and on the other a text from tho koranâ€"“ There is no god but God, and Mahomet is his prophet. Everyone pro- fesses the knowledge of God.” The queen, accompanied by Princess Beatrice, received Lieut. Lloyd in the corridor after luncheon. The gallant officer who was introduced by Gen. Sir H. F. Ponscnby, presented the flag, on behalf of Gen. Graham, to her maj- ty, who was greatly interested in the trophy. Lieut. L‘oyd was included in the queen‘s dinner-party. AN OETLIW AT BAY. Inhumun Sufi‘erlngs and savage Courage of John Woouvc‘r. A prisoner died in the jiil at Fort Smith, Ark., recently, aftersufl'eriug agenies which demonstrated extraordinary» human pOWers of endurance. John Wooliver, after killing his last man in Texas three years ago, found it necessary to flee. Indian Territory offer- ed him a refuge, and there he lived under the name of John Robinson until the early part of March. when he was taken by a. United States deputy marshal to Fort Smith, to be there tried for introducing and selling whiskey among the Indians. VYhen found by the marshal, Wooliver presenteda horrible appearance. He had been shot in the thigh in a drunken row last December, I The femur was shivered and he lay on a rude bed in an old shanty near where he fell, re- ceived such attention as a cattleman who was butchering near by could give him. He had no medical treatment, and his wounds were never dressed. Some humane neighbors made up a purse and paid a man to take care of him ; he was placed in an old outhouse, but no other at- tention was given him tliad to feed and water him. Ht re he lay for over six weeks without ever being washed or having his wounds dressed. He was perfectly helpless, being unable to turn over, and his legs were so swollen that he could not move them. The rats gnawed off his toes, devoured part of his left foot, and bit him in other places. He could keep his tormenters off as far as his arms would reach, but was unable to scare them from his feet and had to suffer the agonies of being eaten alive. He was at last removed from this place in a pitiable condition. Running abscesses had broken out on his legs and body, emitting a stench S) offensive that none dared go near him, except to give him something to eat and drink. In this deplorable condition he was faund by a deputy marshal, and re- moved to Fort Smith, where medical aid could be administered. The bedding upon which the man lay had rotted under him, and bed-sores had formed which exposed his bones to view. In this condition he endured a trip of 225 miles in a waggon over a rough road, and scarcely uttered a. groan. He was placed under medical treatment, and everything pissible done for him, but abscesses had formed on his lungs, blood poisoning had set in, and death terminated his SUEcI‘ngS. â€"â€"â€"400<4.~bâ€"~ The Variable Wind. One blowing day last week, when the sidewalks were as slippery as glassfla woman stood in front of a door on Cliflord street, and showed some ashes from a pin she held on the icy walk. 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