CHAPTER XI. (Continued.)

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CHAPTER XI. (Continued.)

The old mill to which I hivo twice carried you, and to which I must carry you again, was, as I havo already said, a dilapidated and much dismant td structure. Though its walls were intact, many of its staircases were rotten, while its flooring was, as I know, heavily broken away in spots, making it a dangerous task to walk about its passageways, or even to enter the large and eolitary roon;s which once ehook to the whirr and hum of machinery. But it was not from such dangers as these I recoiled. If Heaven would but protect me from discovery and the possible intrusion of unwelcome visitants, I won Id willingly face the peril of a fall even in a place so lonesome and remote. Indeed, my one source of gratitude as I sped through the streets that morning lay in the fact, I was so little know n in S , I could pass and re pass without awakening too much comment, especially when I wore a closo veil, as I did on this occasion. Khoda Colwell'e house lay in my way. I took especial paios not to go by it, great as the relief would have been to know she Tvas at home and not wandering the streets in the garb and character of the idiot boy. Though I felt I could not be deceived as to her identity, the meie thought of meeting her, with that mock smile of imbecility upon her lip filled me with a dismay that made my walk anything but agreeable. It was consequently a positive relief when the entrance ot the mill broke upon my view, and I found myselt at my journey's end unwatched and unfollowed ; nor could the unpromising nature of my to.sk quite dash the spirit with which I began my .search. My first efforts were in a room which had undoubtedly been used as an office. But upon inspecting the floor I found it film, and, convinced I should have to go farther for what I was seeking, I hastily passed into the next room. This was of much larger dimensions, and here I paused longer, for more than one board tilted as I passed over it, and not a tew of them were loose and could be shifted aside by a little extra exertion of strength. But, though I investigated every board that rocked under my step, I discovored nothing beneath them but the dust and debris of years, and po was forced to leave this room as I had the other, without gaining anything beyond a sense of hopelessness and the prospect of a wear/ back. And po on and on 1 went for an hour, and was beginning to realise the giant nature t>f my undertaking, when a sudden lowsound of running water broke upon my ears 1, and going to one of the many windowfe that* opened before me, I looked out and found. I was at the very back of the mill, and in full sight of the dark and sullen stream that in times of yoro used to feed the great wheel and run the machinery. Coneeqnently I was in the last room upon the ground-floor, and, what struck me still more forcibly, near, if not directly over, that huge vat in the cellar which bad served so fatal a purpose only a few short days before. The tight of a flight of stah'3 descending at my right into the hoDow darkness beneath intensified my emotion. I seemed to be in direct communication with that scene of death ; and the thought struck me that here, if anywhere in the whole buildinp, must be found the mysterious hiding-place for which I was in search. It was therefore with extra care that I directed my glances along the uneven flooring, and I was scarcely surprised when, after a short examination of the various loose boards that rattled beneath me, 1 discovered one that could be shifted without difficulty. But scarcely had I stooped to raise it when an emotion of fear seized me, and I ptarted back, alert and listening, though I wad unconscious of having heard anything more than the ordinary swash of the water beneath the .windows and the beating of my own overtaxed heart. An instant's harkening gave me the reassurance I needed, and, oonvinced that I had alarmed myself unnecessarily, I bent again over the board, and this 'time succeeded in moving it aside. ',<A long, black garment, smoothly- spread out to its sfull extent, instantly met »y eye, The words of Jthoda

Colwell were true; the mill did contain certain articles of clothing concealed within it. I do not know what I expected when, a few minutes later, I pulled the garment out of the hole in which it hy buried, and spread it out bofore me. Not what I discovered, lam sure ; for when I had given it a glance, and found it was nothing more or leas than a domino, such as is worn by masquerades, I experienced a shock that the mask which fell out of its folds scarcely served to allay. It was like the introduction of farce into a terrible tragedy ; and as I stood in a maze and surveyed the garment before me till irs black outline swam before my eyes, I remomber thinking of the effect which had been produced, at a certain trial I had heard of, by the prisoner suddenly bursting into a laugh when the sentence of death was pronounced. But presently this feeling of incongruity gave way to one of hideous dread. If D wight Pollard could explain the presence of a domino and mask in this spot, then what sort of a man was D wight Pollard, and what sort of a crime could it have been that needed for its perpetration such adjuncts as these? The highwaymen of olden time, with their "Stand and deliver? 1 ' seemed out of place in this quiet New England town ; nor was the character of any of the parties involved of a nature to make the association of this masquerade eear_ with the tragedy gone by seem either possible or even probable. And yet, there they lay ; and not all my wonder, nor all the speculations which their presence evoked, would serve to blot them from the floor or explain the mystery of which they were the sign and seal. So impressed was I at last by this thought that I broke the spell which bound me and began to restore the articles to their place. I Mas iust engaged in throwing the mask into the hole, when the low but unmistakable sound of an approaching foot fall broke upon my ears, startling me more than a thunderclap would have done, and filling me with a fear that almost paia\vsed my movements. I controlled myself, however, and hastily pulled the board back to its place, after which I frantically looked about me for some means of concealment or escape. I found but one. The staircase which ran down to the cellar was but a few feet off, and if I could summon courage to make u.'e of it, would load to a place of comparative safety. But the darkness of that spot seemed worse than the light of this, and I &tood hesitating on the brink of the staircase till the footsteps diew so near I dared nob linger longer, and plunged beiow with such desperate haste, I wonder I did not trip and fall headlong to the cellar floor. I did not, however, nor do I seem to have made any special noise, for the footsteps above did not hasten. _ I had, therefore, the satisfaction of feeling myself saved from what might have been a very special danger, and was moving slowly away, when the fascination which all horrible objects exert upon the human foul seized me with a power I could not resist, and I turned slowly but irresistibly towards the corner whore I knew the fatal vat to be. One glimpse and I would have fled ; but just ac the instant I turned I heard a sound overhead that sent the current of my thoughts in a fresh direction, and lent to my failing courage a renewed strength which made flight at that moment seemed nothing more nor less than an impulse of cowardice. There was nothing more nor lees than a faint creaking, such as had followed my own lifting of the board which hid the domino and mask ; a noise that was speedily followed by one yet more distinct and of a nature to convince me beyond a doubt that my own action was being repeated by some unknown hand. Whose? Cutiosity, love, honour, every impulse of my being impelled me to find out. I moved like a spiiit towards the stairs. I placed my foot on one step, and then on another, mounting in silence and without a fear, co intent was I upon the discovery which now absorbed me. But jupt as I reached the top, just when another movement would lift my head above the level of the floor, I paused, realising as in a flash what the consequences might be if the intruder should pro»-e to be another than Rhoda Colwell, and should have not his back but his face turned towards the place where I stood. The sounds I heard, feeble as they were, did not seem to indicate the presence of a woman, and in another instant a low exclamation, smothered in the throat almost before it was uttered, assured me that it was a man who stood not six feet from me, handling the objects which I had been told "were in some way connected with a murder which I was by every instinct of honour bound to discover, if not avenge. A man ! and ah, he was so quiet, so careful ! I could nob even guess what he was doing, much less determine his identity, by listening. I had a conviction that he v\as taking the articles out of their place of concealment, but I could not be sure ; and in a matter like this, certainty was indispensable. I resolved to risk all, and took another step, clinging dizzily to the first support that offered. It was well I had the presence of mind to do this, or I might have had a serious fall. For no sooner had 1 raieed my head above the level of the floor than my ejes fell upon the well known form of him I desired least of all men to see in this place— my lover, if you may call him eo— Dwight Pollard.