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Not a farm !'crie: Mrs. Donne. Why not? I couldn't abear to think of its bein' built over.'

Well, you know, that's as you like, of course, but I dare say you have heard that coal has just been proved on the Hilly Piece, and that's as good as proving it at Quarrymoor, Mrs. Donne. And, in point of fact, the land 'll be worth five or six times what it was directly the new pits get well to work. Rent it out by all means, since you want to, but keep it in your own hands for a little time at least. If I'm not very mucho mistaken, there's a big fortune underneath, a bigger fortune than ali the Donnes ever got out of the surface--long as they farmed it!'

Do you know of anybody as 'll take it?' asked Mrs. Donne.

Well, I'm not certain,' said the man of business, but Sir Sydney Cheston has got it into his head that he'd like to try his hand at farming, and he has commissioned me to look out for a farm for him. I shall make an offer of Quarrymoor, if you're agreeable.'

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• Oh dear, yes,' said Mrs. Donne; 'I'm agreeable. And it'll be nicer to have a gentleman as won't mind laying a bit out on the land.'

• He'll be a good tenant,' said the lawyer. Old Sir Sydney left him wonderfully well-todo, all things considered, and it's been a fortune to him to find coal on the Staffordshire property, of course. He can afford to spend a thousand or two on high farming if he wants to.'

An' you think there's coal under Quarrymoor?' inquired Mrs. Donne. d'I know there is,' the lawyer answered ; as well as if I'd been there. Hold it for a year or two, Mrs. Donne, and there's a big fortune in it.'

This was news indeed, and now Ethel was really an heiress. It was surprising to see how poor young George was buffeted by the wings of the unattainable. He had this last blow yet to feel, but another, almost as severe, had already fallen.

It was four o'clock on the afternoon of his trial, and he was under the hands of a barber

who wore a belt and carried a bunch of keys at it. Another man, who also wore a belt with a bunch of keys at it, stood by the while.

• What's the news ? ' asked the barber, as George's well groomed-locks fell beneath his shears.

Well,' said the other; “the news is, for one thing, as you owe me two and a tanner.'

• Oh,' said the barber-warder, suspending the action of the shears, and what might that be for?'

'I see a telegram message half an hour ago,' said the idle warder.

· Erebus is in first,

my boy.'

Well, I'm blowed ! ' responded the barber, pausing to look at his companion before he fell to work again. “I'd ha' bet my shirt again? him.'

"Well, he's won, whatever you'd ha' bet,' said the idle warder with a little laugh. • You'll see it for yourself in the morning papers.

Now, this was cruel for George. What right has a felon to anything? And yet, he had fairly won the money which would have saved him, and his calculations had been sound after all, but for that one abominable accident which had tripped him up and maimed him for ever and for ever. When the prison chaplain talked to George about the enormity of his offence, he found him impenitent and stub. born; until the young man, though more than half by accident, adopted a wiser method, and assumed a virtue though he had it not, in consideration of the chaplain's influence.

Of course, neither Mrs. Donne nor Ethel were at this time much in the mood to enjoy an accession of fortune, immediate or remote. They were driven from home by shame, and had little care to think about monetary prosperities. Old Daniel was driven away also ; and four people, who had seemed rooted to the soil they were born on, went away together and took one and the same goal. Trouble had brought Dinah and Ethel close together, and had made them fast friends.

'You're sure, my dear,' said Dinah, that I sha’n't be a trouble to you if I come to live anywhere near you? I shall mind you of it every time you look at me.'

'I should like you to be with me,' Ethel answered steadily and gently. “Let us go together, and never say a word about it any more.'

And so the ugly thing was buried; but they thought about it, though they both kept silence. Daniel was willing to go anywhere, so long as he was but led out of the sight of eyes in whose gaze he had been familiar.

• I've never been a don at travellin',' said Daniel, “an' I'm a bit mythered-like;' he meant, confused and mentally harassed. An' it feels cold out o’ doors. Mayhap I've growed a bit nash wi' sittin' so much at the fireside. But I'm willin' to goo annywheer, Dinah, my gell, to be away from the Saracen. I niver thought to part wi' him till I come downstairs toes foremost. But nobody knows what'll happen. Nobody knows what'll happen.'

The old fellow was quite broken, and sat dull-eyed with his hands on his thin knees. He looked about him on the journey, with childlike

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