ted considerable space to the
developments at the falls. They told about the mysterious company and
the old man who had supplied the plans. They gave a most vivid account
of the lighted way and the examples of the harnessed power at the
Haven. They, like the people of Creekdale, could not understand why
such a fuss should be made over David. They hinted that there was some
mystery back of it all, the solving of which would be watched with
considerable interest.

But the papers had much more to say. They spoke of the great benefit
the city would receive from cheaper light and power, and how the new
company would lower the rates, and perhaps force the city company out
of business altogether. They deemed it a day of great things when
people would not be compelled to pay such prices as hitherto, and how
industries of all kinds would increase and flourish. A table of rates
was appended showing the difference between the rates of the old
company and the new.

It was with much satisfaction that David read these accounts to the
captain as they sat out upon the verandah. He was a happy man that
day, and when he was through with his reading he leaned back in his
chair and remained silent for a long time. The captain watched him
somewhat curiously as he puffed away at his pipe. Presently he took
the pipe from his mouth and allowed it to go out, which was a most
unusual thing for him. He even stared at David as if he had never seen
him before. What his thoughts were he kept to himself, but he observed
the old man now more closely than ever and studied his face most
carefully.

They had been sitting on the verandah for about half an hour, when
Sydney Bramshaw strolled up to the house, with his easel under his arm.
He looked none the worse for his experience with Jasper and was most
affable as he accosted David, who at once introduced him to the captain.

"You have a beautiful place here, sir," he remarked to the invalid. "I
have been fascinated with the scenery and have done considerable work
since my arrival. May I have the privilege of sketching this
delightful cottage? It will make a fine picture, I am sure."

"Sketch away all you like," the captain replied. "It is a beautiful
spot, if I do say it, and it can't be beat anywhere."

From the moment the captain had set eyes upon the artist he was sure
that he had seen him before. Just where it was he could not at first
recall, but suddenly it flashed into his