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's sittyingawoi.king here. Weet
dee, it :natter? He's here, itvn you,
;OA1 le. :wee you.--eand be may do
et any momenteeyou are a lost
81411. YOU know it! You're net in
11ebush now; you're in Ewe:4:111d-
e: England, where they run a man
t14)4'.'9 113 easily 118 11 110.110, YOU'rO
Attleg there with the rope round your
444 '1 1111111 1" he eXellt!.lned, hoarsely.
Beneil grew pole a nd ground hie
teeth.
"Why didn't 1 shoot him that
night?" he muttered. "It was your
remit, you white -livered hound! You
stayed my hand."
"I drew the line at tworder; and
you'd done it WM, that /14?;ht
r,ady," said Transom, moodily, and
with a _ suppreseed shudder. "But
there's no good telking about it -
though as Heaven's my witness, I
think of it day and night. I can't for
got it. What business has brought
you here I don't know, and 1. don't
care; but whatever it is, take my eel -
vice, for God's Fake, and deer out.
Leave Enesland-go and bury your-
self anywheee-out of his sighs!"
Denzil broke in with a laugh.
"Seems to me you're thinking of
your own skin, Master Mick," he
said. "We're both in the same boat!"
Transom rose, clutching the table
and shaking his open hand at his tor-
mentor.
"Do you think I don't know it?"
Do you think I'm likely to forget it?
No! I've carried the burden an' a
heavy one it is, since that night --
But there! It's a waste of time to
talk to such as you. You don't feel
no remorse—"
. Denzil laughed contemptuously. -
"Remorse! You talk like a baby!
It was a fair fight."
"It wes murder!" said Transom;
then suddenly he sprang at Denzil
and dragged him behind the front
door. "Muth! not a word! The man
the man himself, is coming up the
path!"
The two »pm- crouched behind the
door, a •knock, and Jack voice was
heard calling.
"Transom! Miss Transom! Anyone
in here.
He tried 1119 door, then they heard
him going down the path. Transom
leant against the door gasping tor
breath.
"That WAS 111111 1" Ile panted, thick-
ly. "If 'I hadn't hotted tee door-- I
Now don't you see what. yost've got
to fear?"
Denzil stood gnawing at his.mott-
stache, his face pallid, his eyes glow-
ering.
"It's my luck!" he muttered.
"Curse hien-I'd like to meet him
face to face! I'd settle accounts with
him. But you're right, Mick!" he
said, after a string of oaths. "It
won't do to risk it Pll clear out.
I'll go tonight."
"Go now -this very hour," said
Transom.
Denzil shook his head.
"Can't! I've got seine business to
do here; but Pll sheer off tonight.
Keep up your pluck, Mick; you 80eltt
to have lost it since You and I—"
Transom shuddered and sileneed
him with a gesture. ,
"Go /met," he said. "Nol not that
way, the back. You can slink 131110
the woods and keep in hiding. Where
are yeu staying?"
"At a hole of tt p1840 Called t he
Black Crew, just ontside. You might
drop in and have a glass--"
Transom shook hie head.
."Well, better not, perhapa. Open
the door. Wait a moment."
He took out a _revolver and exam-
ined the ehtunbers, then he slipped 114
backwith a significant laugh,
"I might met. Mir friend," he said,
"Well, I reckon I can take care of .
myself if I do! Don't you he anew
on my account, Mick!" he added, sar-
castically.
Transom waited and listened for
a moment, then he opened the back
door, and looked round, and with a-
"Cohst clear? Well so long, Mick!"
Denzil went out. .
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Kate heel dragged llereelf away
1, from the door before it 411118 1(1l9119,1,
I 11111 iT1111 now crouching behinel the
1104.4441' of the cottaget, her rave hid
Holt in her hands, her W1101t,
:shaking as if with ague,
CHAFFER Nti 11.
Even at eight o'elock that eveethet
•Taele had told ne one, excepting'
Eether, that he eats going; the nearer
the necessity for informing the Mee
-
tins came, the more he shrank Si.oni
; 1111(1 yet he had reeolved to leave
Vancourt that night; for the 440014,1'
hi! W11.8 gone the better. He had et
first intetabel to leave by the ,•ven-
1•1•.; tenth, but it oecurred to hint that
he would be less unnappy walkitetO
end he deciedel to tramp to Barmen
eter. and perhaps still farther, cm the
London road; he had made himself
a rough knapsack which would easily
carry all his clothes.
If he had• not been weighed deem
by his love for Esther, and Ille grief
at parting from her, Jack would have
viewed the tramp before him with
anything bat regret; for the Van -
court passion for adventure ran
strongly in his veins and his old life
in the bush had accustomed him to
long tramps and plain living.
By eight o'clock he had been all
round the farm; and he told himself
that, at any rant, Vancourt had
not lost anything by employing him.
'Slartin himself saw the improve-
ments and frankly remarked on
them and e.xpressed hie approval.
"You see, Mr. Gordon, you've got
a way with you," he said, shrewdlY,
"and you've _managed to get every-
thing, you want. Now, 1 should 141141-
(11' have the face to badger the ink -
tress for all the things you've
bought and all the improvements
you've made. You're a good farmer
too, Pm bound to say. Why, man,
you ought to have a farm of your
own."
Jack laughed rather
"Perhaps I may have some day,"
he Said. "But no, I'm afraid it
wouldn't suit me: don't like being
stuck down to one place; you see,
I'm fond of roaming about. Don't
be surprised if I `up -stick' and cut
off some day without warning."
Martin laughed and shook his
head.
"You're too happy here I'm think-
ing, to do that," he said.
"I don't know," said Jack. "I
might even go to -night. You're, well
enough now to look after the place.
Don't be surprised at anything. I
may do."
This conversation took place soon
after tea, as Jack was leaving the
farm lodge; but the Martins clid not
attach Much importance to it though
Jack's words seemed afterwards pre-
nant enough.
A little after eight he went into
the cart sheds and looked at: the
machinery which he 13.0 instructed
th; men to • clean; they had done
their work intperfectly, and he took
a cloth and polished up the bright
steel and glowing paints, trying to
forget his misery in the occupation.
The stable clock at the Towers chtm-
ed half -past Pine es he left the sheds
and went to the cottage. He had
tidiedup the room, and his knap-
sack stood ready packed on the tab-
le. There was no reason why he
should not go and say good-bye to
the Martins and take his departure;
but he still lingered, reluctant to
leave the spot where lie had found
the greatest bappiness-and unites).
piness-of hie life.
"VII just take one last look
round," lie murmured, shamefaced-
ly. "After all it doesn't matter
whether 1 start at ten or half -past;
I've got all the night to walk 111.
Wonder where I shall be this time
next , week? Perhaps on the WO
back to Australia and to the old Iife.
Might do worse. I shall feel mem-
ilms lonely without Bob. Poor old
Bob! It was good of her to take
him, and he'll have a happy home.
But I shall miss you, old man!"
He took Ka his .guti and lit his
pipe and went out; but with a vexy•
different step to his Usual light and
brisk one. Ae he went down the
narrow call:late towards the woods
he saw a girl standing' beside a gate -
It was Kate Transont • She lees
leatlIng against the gate in an atti-
tude of dejection, het? head vesting
on her hand, and she seemed to be
waiting for Somemie. Jack quickens
ed his pace and strode up to her and
gave he» good -evening.
She etarted, and her face flushed;
then the reeler died away, and he •
;out that she wee very pale,
"Enjoying the cool of the even-
ing'?" he SSW, trying to speak light -
17. "We met a bad night, though
the eleeds get across the MOSS rath-
er tit, emelt, Oh, -by the way, I •
Oiled at yenteeottage this afternoon
to flak PAO' faller if (01(4 take gotte
Nettle into •nearket foe Alartla 1414-
morrow; but thol'O 4114(11 11G 01O, tit
homo-41:1; least I couldn't male. any.
one hear."
liate's oyes were lifted to his for
11 'moment, and he 14(4114'111111; they
were clouded with an anxious, tretths
led tespngelon.
"Whet time 4,2144 that?" she .101111,1,in a low -voice,
"Eh? Oh, sone thine after two."
Hee hand went- to tit. gate awl
3('"11141o4.1it. It wets le, then, who
lied cme thc
oto e ottage while. the
(elm mid her father were 1414.11(1014.."You-you an. going into the
wooder the said.
Then: W118 U. 110t0 of -appreheneton
in her voice which slightly surprieed
him.
. "Yes," he said. "Why?"
She seemed to hesitate as if re-'
(111 (11't to 411114' a reason for her
question; then, as at she could not
Jelp hereela she. faltered: •
"Is it safe, Mr. Gordon? You el-
waye go' alone, and -end then. may
be p0111141115; they ere 11001(10511 and
elesperate-"
• Jack looked at her sharply as the
broke down.
"Oh, Pen all right," he said.
"There's nothing. to fear, and Iva
got my g1111,, you. $ee." He patted it
with a 14111'!,'. "But have yen any
1'14014041 to expeet a visit -from the
poachers to -night?" he added, with
the glance that. could be keen and
piercing when he 0110511.Her color came and went, leaving
her face as pallid as before.
"N-o--.no,"she said; "I know
nothing.. But-e-but-ah1 you will be
careful, Mr. Gordon?"
ite her earnestness she uncon-
seiouely clasped her hands. Now,
Jack was human, and the girl wee
exceedingly pretty. He had be -
'1411111(10(1 her more than once, and
one always feels kindly disposed to-
wards those one has benefited. He
W(15 touched by her regard for his
safety. •
"I'll be careful and keep my eyes
open, Miss Transom," he said. "It's
ry
vekidwar
n11441-140
of you to wn me -to
care what happens to me."
Without thinking -what he was do-
• mg, and meaning nothing. but kind-
ly gratitude by the action, he held
out his hand. She took it in both
hers, seemed to cling to it for a
moment; then her head drooped en -
til her soft warm lips touched it.
Jack 1104.1(1410(1 1111(14111 his tan,and he
stood in the awkward silence of the
man, She raised her head and look-
ed at him, as she had looked at him
the night he had first seen her, when
he had spared her father; but with
something added to the expression
of gratitude -something that moved
Jack to the heart; th.en with a stilled
sob, she turned and was swallowed
U4) in the shadows.
"Poor girl!" he mused, tie he
walked away. "Pm afraid she's not
over happy! Come to that, who the
deuce of us is? It's it darned un-
satisfactory world!"
That •ICate'• entertained any wm
ar-
er feeling for hint than that of
friendship never occurred to 11101,
for Jack, with all his faults, was
free from vanity, and a modest man
to boot.
He kept a sharper look -out than
usual when he went through the
woods, but he made a bee -line to-
wards the house and saw nothing of
the tall, dark -faced man who was,
as stealthily and noiselessly as Tack
himself could have done, making his
way to the Hawk's Pool.
.Jack stood at the edge of the
woods and looked across the park
and lawn at the house. The light
was streaming. from the open 411411-
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(101415 of the drawing -room, and jack
could hear faintly 'the 504141(1 of Mr.
1,147140115 voice. '
Sweet though it was, ib filled jack
with bitterness. He did not begrudge
Layton his presence there, 'did not
begrudge Esther the possession of
the house that wits his, Jack's; but
the thought came •to hint:
"She will mama sense day: she
may even marry that -fool! Well,
it's no business of 4011141! I've given
my promise, I've bartered my houee
and land, my very name, in ex.
change for my fife, and I'll abide by
my word. But, id she had only been
one of the laborers'. daughter.% if
she'd only been Kate Transom! -I
wonder whether shalt 011,41' get
over ft, whether I shall ever be able
to think of her without wishing that
I were dead?"
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eertainly was not tilde to think
of Esther with equanhnity.that night
and he was pale and shaking with
love's eleepetir as he turned and
tremped hack amonget the trees,
' Automatically he strayed to the
left of the (Brea line to the cottage
and so skirted the Hawk's Pool. He
•paused for a moment to look, ab-
sently; at the water glimmeringly
wierdly in the fickle rays of the
moon over which the clouds were
stifling, anci as he did so he heard
the - peculiarly painful ere, a hare
emits when it is caught in a gin.
He had no difficulty in tracking it,
and he' foand the poop animal caught
by ite hie(1 leg in the snare. It
squealed with fright as jack ap-
proached, and 'he was about to kill
it, when he SUW that it was not much
injured.
"Hares are scarce," he said, "I'll
set your log, my friend, and turn
you loose again. I'm afraid if I'd
found the -man who laid the snare
caught tu it, sbould have been
tempted to leave him thete; the
brute!"
Wrapping his bendkerchief round
the wound 'he walked on,. carrying
the hare; and, in the preoccupation
of his mind, forgetting his gun. If
he would have beeit conscious of
the absence of his gun, but, carry-
ing something, he did not miss the
weapon until he had got clear of the
woods.- Ho remembered it then, and
was half inclined to go back for it;
but hesitated. He would tell Itlartin
where the gun stood and Martin
could send Georgie for it.
He took the hare into the cottage
and bound the leg in a couple of
splints, and carrying It into the
clearing, let it loose. He was stand-
ing watching the animal as it ran
limpingly into the uedergrowth,
when he heard a light step behind
him, and, turning swiftly, saw Kate
Transept standing looking at the
cottage.
Now jack had no desire to met
her again that night. He was ter-
ribly upset and down in the mouth,
and the emotion she had displayed
earlier in the evening had made him
vaguely urstomfortable; so he slid
behind one of the trees. But she
heard the maeement and uttered a
low cry of alarm, and Jack, stifling
an exclamation of hnpatience, came
out and walked towards her.
"What is it? Anything the mat-
ter?" he inquired, rather brusquely.
"Nso,.nothing is the matter," she
faltered. "I -I wanted to see if you
had come back, Mr. Gordon."
"Oh, I've come back right
enough," said Jack, with a short
laugh. "I'm afraid you've been 11.11-
xious on my account. You think the
fellows Ur@ in the woods to -night,
don't you? Well, I didn't 5001 1(17 of
them."
At that moment the MOM emerg-
ed from behind a bank of clouds, and
its light fell full upon him. Kate
uttered a low ay of terror and
shrank back.
"What's the 'matter now?" asked
Jack, rather testily. "You seem
very nervous to -night,"
"Look -look at your hands!" she
faltered, breathlessly,
Jack laughed and took out his
handkerchief; but the sight of it only
increased her terror.
"That Is all over blood, too!" she
said, huskily, "011, whet has hap-
pened? You are hurt! How -how
did you de it?"
jack wiped his hands leisurely.
"Pm not hurt in the least," he
said. "The bl•ood came from a here
found in 41 snare sot by one of
those scoundrels."
She looked at him doubtfully,
"A1'0 -are you sure you are not
hurt?"
"My dear •Miss Transom,. I assure
Yoe *that nothing has happened, end
.thal, 1 havee't a scratch upon Me. If
you had been here a minute or two
earlier, you w,ould have seen me set
the hare's Ieg and turn the pew,
thing low,"
She drew it breath of relief.
"011, thenk god -thank Gorr!"
she panted. , "I thought -.-j was
afraid'-" She eteemedand pet her
aesid-...is wee attemblitige'es to hOr Sips
1411 31 to atop hereelf, thouttlat
WEDNESDAY, FEB. 17, loam,
1 ine • h
sone t to happened. 1- 11 beg
youi• pardon, Mr. Gordon. I'm 4111-
401(0 and out of eorte, anel-anei
1114,47 an votes ef dreadful things."
. "So 1 8,9.," :mid Jack, getil•ly
1wpm:A now. "Women are altvaye
;waved the eight et'l blood," ite
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ter ee lesee• now: teettieee
I'll come: Witil yon."
",\,4)..., 1111!''
17, almoet fearfully. "I de tee weet
you to! I. -I wish you would ?et et
new-- 1 bee your P44 l' for Jeek.
hed etteeleel his eves with eurwri ete
"1 104)1111 1 ean go home 1411111(4 4)44;t
W,.11. Good -night and -and forgive
me for troubling you."
"Good -night -and good-bye," weld
Jaele
at the "go0ii..1)Sk." t111.1
4e111,(11, 1.1,,1` eyes sought hie with
41 tietubled questioning.; but she ea,ef
nothin41 and walked (IU (('13111 away.
Miek wont into the cettage, lee! a
good wash, shouldered his Ithapeuelc
and looking round the little room
sadly, went out and clod the door
after him.
When he hail 1'ertellt81 the farm
lodge he put the. knapeack down by
the gate before going into the bouee.
Mrs, Martin was sitting at the tab-
le $etting', and AP-, looked up with a
smile -she knew hie step -but the
.anile vanithed as she, saw his face,
and she roe, nervously.
"Is anything the matter?" she
asked, in a low voice.
bookles.sPomIsdedj
tran g7, k.
so-
eo pale. Are you ill, Mr. Gordo?"
"Not in the least," said jack,
quietly. "But I'm rather sorry for
myself, Mrs. Martin, for I've come
to say good-bye."
"To say good-bye!" she faltered,
with amazement. ."Why, where are
you going?"
"Tan going to London." 81141 Jae's.
"To -night," he added. "I'm ashamed
to rush In on yott like this, Mrs. Max
but-"
"You have had news -bad news?"
she said, as he paused.
He snatched at the excuse.
"Yes, I have," he said.
"I'm sorry!" she murmured, with
genuine regret in her pale face and
10111 voice, I won't ask you to tell
me what it is, But Pnl nut cautorieed
111 setur going, I always 1110144hl.
you might 11,113o 118 any moment. Of
esteree, Mr. Gordon, I've felt all
altete. that you In ht 1411 U.,
1111 4041 whet yen
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Alartin am1 me, and Nettie. Nettie
Ale! I don't ktiow wh:It Alo'n
11.11 ere' her iitcle. 11' '1141 Wit %thee
the knows, Yes. l'm sorry," else
411(11114 WI With a deep sigh. -
"Yotta., Lot half 1,8 sorry ae. 1 Ma,
Mrs. Marti," he said. "You helve
beeei more than kind to me, -ell of
you; and -I'd (tay with you until I
was grey•headed, if 1 ceuld. But I
-.1101e-something_ has happened -'
lie poused told stemmered. "I mettle
l've heard mews that 101)113115 0)44 to
go."
She nodded eadly.
'I'll go end wake Martine' the
ealI, with a sigh.
"No, no!" eaid Jerk, quirkly, "I
half broke my going t,./ 14.1111 this
anemone. Itid hint goad -bye tor
me t o -morrow, Everything. le
straight at the farm and-"
She loolael at him quickly yet thy-
ly.
"Do you want -have you enough
money, Mr. Gordon? 1 have a little
put by for a rainy day. We not
much, but what there 18 you are
inore than welcome to; and Martin
would gay the same."
He shook his head in silence: for a
moment, then he said:
"No, Pm all right for money, Mrs,
M• • , thank
es yesterday. You'll bit Me kiss
Nettie good-bye? 1 won't wake her."
She led him into the next room,
and Jack bent over the cot and kiss-
ed the child. He kissed her gently,
but she stirred .and woke, and look-
ed tip at him through hall -open twee,
murmuring his name sleepily.
"Have 'cm tome to say dood-night
'me, you forgot It, jack?" she said,
with V. yawn; and elle wound her
arm round his neck and snuggled
her face against him.
A lump rose in Jack's throat and
something in his eyes blotted out the
child's face front his sight.
"That's it, Nettie," he said, leuek-
let. "I'm such an absent-minded
alt_11010_110IDI
I chap. But don't you ferget when
you WIlkO that 1 11181 1•011117 bliek th
8114', 'W1811 you, good -night. Go to
sleep twain, aid---"
His voice broke, and he unwound
her arm and laid fe.r-eaeleop attain
111re44ldy-011 the pillow. His tact
was white and etern-as a inan's
feoe• ie when be Is fighting atraind
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is read by three or four persons.
For reaching the people of Brussels and.Brus-
sels district, there is no medium to compare with
THE BRUSSELS POST.
It covers the field.
2, It is a paper that is read through.
3, Its readers belong to the purchasing class.
The Quality of a Paper is Reflected
onlits rAdvertising--4f Business needs
Stimulating try Advertising in
The Brussels
Post
stet set- „.
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