urned away to conceal the emotion which
he could not repress, as he remembered he had unconsciously assisted a
son to rob his own father! The thought brought so much remorse with it,
that, seizing his hat, he started away to the nearest saloon, to procure
something to drown the unpleasant memory. Guly looked after him with a
deep sigh, feeling that what influence he might once have possessed over
him, was gone for ever,--wrested from him by the overpowering hands of
an honest pride, unjustly dealt with, and the attendant circumstances of
evil society.

The memory of the voice, which came from beneath the mask on that
fearful night, had never passed from the boy's heart; and though he
studiously concealed his fears, he could but tremble at the conviction,
that Arthur might, at any moment, share the fate of the unfortunate
young man he had just seen convicted.

But, though Quirk and Clinton both were found guilty, they faithfully
kept their oath, and threw no suspicion upon Arthur. Poor Jeff, who had
felt convinced of his guilt, had allowed his secret to die with him, for
Guly's sake; Wilkins had rejected any such idea he may have entertained,
the moment he saw Arthur that night in bed, and Guly alone was left to
his cruel doubts, with the memory of that familiar voice haunting him,
always haunting him.

CHAPTER XXXIV.

"Is there no constancy in earthly things?
No happiness in us but what must alter?
No life without the heavy load of fortune?
What miseries we are, and to ourselves!
Even then, when full content sits by us,
What daily sores and sorrows!"

Beaumont & Fletcher.

Mr. Delancey hurried from the court-room to his own house. He said
nothing about what had occurred, to his wife, but, stern and silent,
took his seat in the breakfast-room, waiting for the morning meal to be
served.

"Go to Miss Della's room," said he, to a servant, who entered, "and tell
her I wish her to fill her place at table this morning."

The servant returned in a moment, telling his master that he had knocked
loudly, but received no answer, and he could hear no one stirring in the
room.

"And has Ruth been by the door constantly, as I bade her?"

"She has, sir; but says she has heard no sound in the room since the
usual hour for retiring last night."

"She can't be asleep at this hour," said Mrs. Delancey, looking up from
the morning paper.

A sudden thought seemed to strike the merchant, a