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more reserved, and as if he was brooding over something he did not intend to tell.

'But, you know, Sir Bale, what happened might well make a thoughtful man of him. If he's ever to think of Death, it should be after looking him so hard in the face; and I'm not ashamed to say, I'm glad to see he has grace to take the lesson, and I hope his experiences may be sanctified to him, poor fellow ! Amen.'

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'Very good song, and very well sung,' said Sir Bale; but it doesn't seem to me that he has been improved, Mrs. Julaper. He seems, on the contrary, in a queer temper and anything but a heavenly frame of mind; and I thought I'd ask you, because if he is ill-I mean feverish-it might account for his eccentricities, as well as make it necessary to send after him, and bring him home, and put him to bed. But I suppose it is as you say, his adventure has upset him a little, and he'll sober in a day or two, and return to his old ways.'

But this did not happen. A change, more comprehensive than at first appeared, had taken place, and a singular alteration was gradually established.

He grew thin, his eyes hollow, his face gradually forbidding.

His ways and temper were changed: he was a new man with Sir Bale; and the Baronet after a time, people said, began to grow afraid of him. And certainly Feltram had acquired an extraordinary influence over the Baronet, who a little while ago had regarded and treated him with so much contempt.

CHAPTER XV.

THE PURSE OF GOLD.

THE Baronet was very slightly known in his county. He had led a reserved and inhospitable life. He was pressed upon by heavy debts; and being a proud man, held aloof from society and its doings. He wished people to understand that he was nursing his estate; but somehow the estate did not thrive at nurse. In the country other people's business is admirably well known; and the lord of Mardykes was conscious, perhaps, that his neighbours knew as well as he did that the utmost he could do was to pay the interest charged upon it, and to live in a frugal way enough.

The lake measures some four or five miles across, from the little jetty under the walls of Mardykes Hall to Cloostedd.

Philip Feltram, changed and morose, loved a solitary row upon the lake; and sometimes, with no one to aid him in its management, would take the little sail-boat and pass the whole day upon those lonely waters.

Frequently he crossed to Cloostedd; and mooring the boat under

the solemn trees that stand reflected in that dark mirror, he would disembark and wander among the lonely woodlands, as people thought, cherishing in those ancestral scenes the memory of ineffaceable injuries, and the wrath and revenge that seemed of late to darken his countenance, and to hold him always in a moody silence.

One autumnal evening Sir Bale Mardykes was sourly ruminating after his solitary meal. A very red sun was pouring its last beams through the valley at the western extremity of the lake, across its elsewhere sombre waters, and touching with a sudden and blood-red tint the sail of the skiff in which Feltram was returning from his lonely cruise.

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'Here comes my domestic water - fiend,' sneered Sir Bale, as he lay back in his cumbrous arm-chair. Cheerful place, pleasant people, delicious fate! The place alone has been enough to set that fool out of his little senses, d-n him!'

Sir Bale averted his eyes, and another subject not pleasanter entered his mind. He was thinking of the races that were coming off next week at Heckleston Downs, and what sums of money might be made there, and how hard it was that he should be excluded by fortune from that brilliant lottery.

Ah, Mrs. Julaper, is that you?'

Mrs. Julaper, who was still at the door, curtsied, and said, 'I came, Sir Bale, to see whether you'd please to like a jug of mulled claret, sir.'

Not I, my dear. I'll take a mug of beer and my pipe; that homely solace better befits a ruined gentleman.'

H'm, sir; you're not that, Sir Bale; you're no worse than half the lords and great men that are going. I would not hear another say that of you, sir.'

'That's very kind of you, Mrs. Julaper; but you won't call me out for backbiting myself, especially as it is true, d-d true, Mrs. Julaper! Look ye; there never was a Mardykes here before but he could lay his hundred or his thousand pounds on the winner of the Heckleston Cup; and what could I bet? Little more than that mug of beer I spoke of. It was my great-grandfather who opened the course on the Downs of Heckleston, and now I can't show there! Well, what must I do? Grin and bear it, that's all. If you please, Mrs. Julaper, I will have that jug of claret you offered. I want spice and hot wine to keep me alive; but I'll smoke my pipe first, and in an hour's time it will do.'

When Mrs. Julaper was gone, he lighted his pipe, and drew near the window, through which he looked upon the now fading sky and the twilight landscape.

He smoked his pipe out, and by that time it had grown nearly dark. He was still looking out upon the faint outlines of the view, and thinking angrily what a little bit of luck at the races would do

for many a man who probably did not want it half so much as he. Vague and sombre as his thoughts were, they had, like the darkening landscape outside, shape enough to define their general character. Bitter and impious they were-as those of egotistic men naturally are in suffering. And after brooding, and muttering by fits and

starts, he said:

'How many tens and hundreds of thousands of pounds will change hands at Heckleston next week; and not a shilling in all the change and shuffle will stick to me! How many a fellow would sell himself, like Dr. Faustus, just for the knowledge of who was to be the winner! But he's no fool, and does not buy his own.'

Something caught his eye; something moving on the wall. The fire was lighted, and cast a flickering and gigantic shadow upward; the figure of a man standing behind Sir Bale Mardykes, on whose shoulder he placed a lean hand. Sir Bale turned suddenly about, and saw Philip Feltram. He was looking dark and stern, and did not remove his hand from his shoulder as he peered into the Baronet's face with his deep-set mad eyes.

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Ha, Philip, upon my soul!' exclaimed Sir Bale, surprised. How time flies! It seems only this minute since I saw the boat a mile and a half away from the shore. Well-yes; there has been time; it is dark now. Ha, ha! I assure you, you startled me. Won't you take something? Do. Shall I touch the bell?'

You have been troubled about those mortgages. I told you I should pay them off, I thought.'

Here there was a pause, and Sir Bale looked hard in Feltram's face. If he had been in his ordinary spirits, or perhaps in some of his haunts less solitary than Mardykes, he would have laughed; but here he had grown unlike himself, gloomy and credulous, and was, in fact, a nervous man.

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Sir Bale smiled, and shook his head dismally.

It is very kind of you, Feltram; the idea shows a kindly disposition. I know you would do me a kindness if you could.'

As Sir Bale, each looking in the other's eyes, repeated in this sentence the words 'kind,' 'kindly,' 'kindness,' a smile lighted Feltram's face with at each word an intenser light; and Sir Bale grew sombre in its glare; and when he had done speaking, Feltram's face also on a sudden darkened.

'I have found a fortune-teller in Cloostedd Wood. Look here.' And he drew from his pocket a leathern purse, which he placed on the table in his hand; and Sir Bale heard the pleasant clank of coin in it.

said Sir Bale.

You don't mean to say she gave you that?'

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A fortune-teller!

Feltram smiled again, and nodded.

'It was the custom to give the fortune-teller a trifle.

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great improvement making her fee you,' observed Sir Bale, with an approach to his old manner.

He put that in my hand, with a message,' said Feltram.
'He? O, then it was a male fortune-teller!'

'Gipsies go in gangs, men and women. He might lend, though she told fortunes,' said Feltram.

It's the first time I ever heard of gipsies lending money;' and he eyed the purse with a whimsical smile.

With his lean fingers still holding it, Feltram sat down at the table. His face darkened as if in cunning thought, and his chin sank upon his breast as he leaned back.

'I think,' continued Sir Bale, ever since they were spoiled, the Egyptians have been a little shy of lending, and leave that branch of business to the Hebrews.'

'What would you give to know, now, the winner at Heckleston races?' said Feltram suddenly, raising his eyes.

Yes; that would be worth something,' answered Sir Bale, looking at him with more interest than the incredulity he affected would quite warrant.

'And this money I have power to lend you, to make your game.' 'Do you mean that really?' said Sir Bale, with a new energy in tone, manner, and features.

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That's heavy; there are some guineas there,' said Feltram with a dark smile, raising the purse in his hand a little, and letting it drop upon the table with a clang.

'There is something there, at all events,' said Sir Bale.

Feltram took the purse by the bottom, and poured out on the table a handsome pile of guineas.

And do you mean to say, you got all that from a gipsy in Cloostedd Wood ?'

A friend, who is-myself,' answered Philip Feltram. 'Yourself! Then it is yours-you lend it?' said the Baronet, amazed; for there was no getting over the heap of guineas, and the wonder was pretty equal whence they had come.

'Myself, and not myself,' said Feltram oracularly; 'as like as voice and echo, man and shadow.'

Had Feltram in some of his solitary wanderings and potterings lighted upon hidden treasure? There was a story of two Feltrams of Cloostedd, brothers, who had joined the king's army and fought at Marston Moor, having buried in Cloostedd Wood a great deal of gold and plate and jewels. They had, it was said, intrusted one tried servant with the secret; and that servant remained at home. But by a perverse fatality the three witnesses had perished within a month the two brothers at Marston Moor; and the confidant, of fever, at Cloostedd. From that day forth treasure-seekers had from time to time explored the woods of Cloostedd; and many a tree of

mark was dug beside, and the earth beneath many a stone and scar and other landmark in that solitary forest was opened by night, until hope gradually died out, and the tradition had long ceased to prompt to action, and had become a story and nothing more.

The image of the nursery-tale had now recurred to Sir Bale after so long a reach of years; and the only imaginable way, in his mind, of accounting for penniless Philip Feltram having all that gold in his possession was that, in some of his lonely wanderings, chance had led him to the undiscovered hoard of the two Feltrams who had died in the great civil wars.

'Perhaps those gipsies you speak of found the money where you found them; and in that case, as Cloostedd Forest, and all that is in it, is my property, their sending it to me is more like my servant's handing me my hat and stick when I'm going out, than making me a present.'

'You will not be wise to rely upon the law, Sir Bale, and to refuse the help that comes unasked. But if you like your mortgages as they are, keep them; and if you like my terms as they are, take them; and when you have made up your mind, let me know.'

Philip Feltram dropped the heavy purse into his capacious coatpocket, and walked, muttering, out of the room.

CHAPTER XVI.

THE MESSAGE FROM CLOOSTEdd.

'COME back, Feltram; come back, Philip!' cried Sir Bale hastily. Let us talk, can't we? Come and talk this odd business over a little; you must have mistaken what I meant; I should like to hear all about it.'

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All is not much, sir,' said Philip Feltram, reëntering the room, whose door he had half closed after him. In the forest of Cloostedd I met to-day some people, one of whom can foretell events, and told me the names of the winners of the first three races at Heckleston, and gave me this purse, with leave to lend you so much money as you care to stake upon the races. I take no security; you sha'n't be troubled; and you'll never see the lender, unless you seek him out.' Well, those are not bad terms,' said Sir Bale, smiling wistfully at the purse, which Feltram had again placed upon the table.

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'No, not bad,' repeated Feltram, in the harsh low tone in which he now habitually spoke.

'You'll tell me what the prophet said about the winners; I should like to hear the names.'

The names I shall tell you, if you walk out with me,' said Feltram.

'Why not here ?' asked Sir Bale.

'My memory does not serve me here so well. Some people, in

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