the catacombs. Max glanced at the white face of Helen Cumberly,
In accordance with this determination, he resisted the strong temptation of walking by her side the whole distance home after church. He only received . the intelligence she brought respecting the panel with thanks, spoke a few words about the weather, bowed, and was gone. Ruth believed she should never see him again; and, in spite of sundry self-upbraidings for her folly, she could not help feeling as if a shadow were drawn over her existence for several days to come.
Mrs. Mason was a widow, and had to struggle for th. sake of the six or seven children left dependent on her exertions; thus there was some reason, and great excuse, for the pinching economy which regulated her household affairs.
On Sundays she chose to conclude that all her apprentices had friends who would be glad to see them to dinner, and give them a welcome reception for the remainder of the day; while she, and those of her children who were not at school, went to spend the day at her father's house, several miles out of the town. Accordingly, no dinner was cooked on Sundays for the young workwomen; no fires were lighted in any rooms to which they had access. On this morning they breakfasted in Mrs. Mason's own parlour, after which the room was closed against them through the day by some understood, though unspoken prohibition.
What became of such as Ruth, who had no home and no friends in that large, populous, desolate town? She had hitherto commissioned the servant, who went to market on Saturdays for the family, to buy her a bun or biscuit, whereon she made her fasting dinner in the deserted workroom, sitting in her walking-dress to keep off the cold, which clung to her in spite of shawl and bonnet. Then she would sit at the window, looking out on the dreary prospect till her eyes were often blinded by tears; and, partly to shake off thoughts and recollections, the indulgence in which she felt to be productive of no good, and partly to have some ideas to dwell upon during the coming week beyond those suggested by the constant view of the same room she would carry her Bible, and place herself upon the window-seat on the wide landing, which commanded the street in front of the house. From thence she could see the irregular grandeur of the place; she caught a view of the grey church-tower, rising hoary and massive into mid-air; she saw one or two figures loiter along on the sunny side of the street, in all the enjoyment of their fine clothes and Sunday leisure; and she imagined histories for them, and tried to picture to herself their homes and their daily doings.
And, before long, the bells swung heavily in the church-tower, and struck out with musical clang the first summons to afternoon church.
After church was over, she used to return home to the same window-seat, and watch till the winter twilight was over and gone, and the stars came out over the black masses of houses. And then she would steal down to ask for a candle, as a companion to her in the deserted workroom. Occasionally the servant would bring her up some tea; but of late Ruth had declined taking any, as she had discovered she was robbing the kind-hearted creature of part of the small provision left out for her by Mrs. Mason. She sat on, hungry and cold, trying to read her Bible, and to think the old holy thoughts which had been her childish meditations at her mother's knee, until one after another the apprentices returned, weary with their day's enjoyment and their week's late watching; too weary to make her in any way a partaker of their pleasure by entering into details of the manner in which they had spent their day.
And, last of all, Mrs. Mason returned; and, summoning her "young people" once more into the parlour, she read a prayer before dismissing them to bed. She always expected to find them all in the house when she came home, but asked no questions as to their proceedings through the day; perhaps because she dreaded to hear that one or two had occasionally nowhere to go to, and that it would be sometimes necessary to order a Sunday's dinner, and leave a lighted fire on that day.
For five months Ruth had been an inmate at Mrs. Mason's; and such had been the regular order of the Sundays. While the forewoman stayed there, it is true, she was ever ready to give Ruth the little variety of hearing of recreations in which she was no partaker; and, however tired Jenny might be at night, she had ever some sympathy to bestow on Ruth for the dull length of day she had passed. After her departure, the monotonous idleness of the Sunday seemed worse to bear than the incessant labour of the work-days; until the time came when it seemed to be a recognised hope in her mind, that on Sunday afternoons she should see Mr. Bellingham, and hear a few words from him as from a friend who took an interest in her thoughts and proceedings during the past week.
- might have noticed the reduced numbers of his following.
- It was only with difficulty that I restrained the cry of
- If I swear that I speak the truth, will you believe me?
- the lock, and Mlle. Dorian pulled open the drawer. She
- freedom from doubt and questioning. Baynes had urged her
- where he busied himself with syphon and decanter. Presently
- Our only hope is to quench this conflagration and trust
- the Norwegian electrician, and the equally unexpected death
- away from our tents the large circle of lookers on. An
- on a level with my eyes, was a packet of foolscap envelopes
- returned. I prevailed upon one of the most handsome and
- occasions upon which you have heard this mysterious sound,
- than the manners of these people. They generally began
- envelopes in which he was accustomed to post his Infirmary
- A faint clicking sound reached his ears. He stood quite
- looking for someone on the cross-channel boat I had not
- designs to a successful conclusion. One party he moved
- between fire and flood seemed to indicate that invisible
- too opportune to be regarded as a mere coincidence. Mlle.
- death, surely collapsed when the envelope proved to contain
- Three or four inches of water now flooded the cave of the
- handsomely bearded—at New Scotland Yard and applied for
- First Born, I cried, turning to those who stood within
- It was well that the artist within me had dictated this
- forest, and utters very peculiar noises) has not cried
- than half the chamber when the figure stirred, and, as
- street. But Sach, although a small man, was both agile
- enough I am a meddlesome auld woman. But I know what a
- of three-halfpence, two fowls, one of which, the Indian
- attached. He took it up in order to study the inscription.
- slumbers. In the house below nothing stirred. His windows
- which he sheltered with his hands, I saw the scarred and
- mud-banks as the tide falls. They occasionally possess
- a massive steel grating that had evidently been lowered
- increased. I went away, but returned on the following night,
- room. She came again two days later. The name she gave
- in finding any place to pitch our tents, for it was spring-tide,
- hidden there and I wheeled it down to the further gate
- and thwarted, I ran quickly up the short, steep incline
- raised the goggles which habitually he wore and I saw his
- and one man even sent us a cask of cider as a present.
- Instantly he recovered the advantage, for he grasped me
- been permitted to go unmolested, and I intended to walk
- intelligence against which we find ourselves pitted. In
- December 1st. — We steered for the island of Lemuy. I
- touch to his panic. For it was a kind of low wail—a ghostly
- Casimir following sheepishly. It is needless, perhaps,
- Close your shutters at night. Do not think too bad of
- Even as he realized the fact, the quarry vanished, and
- is a poisoner, as the chief seems to think, there's really