ed
up some small object. Miss Evelina cowered behind her shielding
shutters, for she guessed that he had found the empty vial which had
contained laudanum.

The Piper sniffed twice at the bottle. His scent was as keen as a
hunting dog's. Then he glanced quickly toward the house where Miss
Evelina, unveiled, shrank back into the farthest corner of an upper
room.

He walked to the gate, no longer whistling, and slowly, thoughtfully,
buried it deep in the rubbish. Could Miss Evelina have seen his face,
she would have marvelled at the tenderness which transfigured it and
wondered at the mist that veiled his eyes.

He stood at the gate for a long time, leaning on his scythe, his back
to the house. In sympathy with his master's mood, the dog was quiet,
and merely nosed about among the rubbish. By a flash of intuition,
Miss Evelina knew that the finding of the bottle had made clear to the
Piper much that he had not known before.

She felt herself an open book before those kind, keen eyes, which
neither sought nor avoided her veiled face. All the sorrow and the
secret suffering would be his, if he chose to read it. Miss Evelina
knew that she must keep away.

The sun set without splendour. Still the Piper stood there, leaning on
his scythe, thinking. All the rubbish in the garden was old, except
the empty laudanum bottle. The label was still legible, and also the
warning word, "Poison." She had put it there herself--he had no doubt
of that.

The dog whined and licked his master's hand, as though to say it was
time to go home. At length the Piper roused himself and gathered up
his tools. He carried them to a shed at the back of the house, and
Miss Evelina, watching, knew that he was coming back to finish his
self-appointed task.

"Yes," said the Piper, "we'll be going. 'T is not needful to bark."

He went down-hill slowly, the little dog trotting beside him and
occasionally licking his hand. They went into the shop, the door of
which was still propped open. The Piper built a fire, removed his coat
and hat, took off his leggings, cleaned his boots, and washed his hands.

Then, unmindful of the fact that it was supper-time, he sat down. The
dog sat down, too, pressing hard against him. The Piper took the dog's
head between his hands and looked long into the loving, eager eyes.

"She will be very beautiful, Laddie," he sighed, at length, "very
beautiful and very brave."

IX

Housecleaning