l hard
and ill to beat, the Thurstons of Crosbie. And you'll kindly tell us,
miss, you saw him again?"

"Yes," repeated Helen, "I saw him again. By good fortune the work he
did for me procured him a contract he carried out daringly, and when I
last saw him he was no longer hungry or ragged, but, I fancy, on the
way to win success as an engineer."

Musker straightened his bent shoulders and smiled a slow, almost
reluctant smile of pride, while his wife's eyes were grateful as she
fixed them on the speaker. "Ay! What Mr. Geoffrey sets his heart on
he'll win or ruin himself over. It was the way of all of them; and
this is gradely news," he told her.

"Now," said Helen, nodding towards him graciously, "we don't wish to be
unduly inquisitive, but--if you may tell us--why did Mr. Thurston
emigrate to Canada?"

Musker was evidently tempted to embark upon a favorite topic, and his
wife went out hurriedly. But he hesitated, sitting silent for a minute
or two. Savine, rising under the arch of the great hearth, flung his
cigar into the fire, as a young woman, wearing what Helen noticed was a
decidedly antiquated riding habit, came forward out of the shadows.

"I hope we are not intruding here," said the Canadian. "We were tired
out before the rain came down, and almost afraid to cross the moor."

"You are very welcome," said the stranger. "I am not, however,
mistress, only a relative of the old place's owner, and, therefore, a
kinswoman of Geoffrey Thurston. I heard that you had shown him a
passing kindness, and should like to thank you."

There was no apparent reason why the two young women should scrutinize
each other, and yet both did so by the fading daylight and red blaze of
the fire. Helen saw that the stranger was ruddy and blonde--frank by
nature and impulsive, she imagined. The stranger noted only that the
Colonial was pale and dark and comely, with a slightly imperious
presence, and a face that it was not easy to read.

"I am Marian Thwaite of Barrow Hall, and regret I cannot stay any
longer, having three miles to ride in the rain," she said. "Still, I
may return to-morrow before you set out. Mrs. Forsyth will be pleased
if she hears you have made these Canadian strangers comfortable,
Musker, and I think you may tell them why Mr. Geoffrey left England.
May I ask your names?"

Helen told her, and after Miss Thwaite departed, Musker began the story
of Thurston's Folly. It had grown quite dark. Dr