ules O'Hart had chosen to be buried. It was covered thickly with
trees. In Spring it was beautiful with primroses which showed not a
leaf between, a primrose sea which seemed in places as though a wave
had run forward into the lower slopes of green grass and retreated
leaving a foam of primroses behind.

The horse pulled up sharply at the sound of the waterfall and stood
quivering in the darkness. There was a glimmer of light overhead, but
because of the thick trees this road was very dark.

"It is only the water falling over the weir, you foolish thing!" he
said, caressing the long brown nose of the little horse.

The horse answered with a whinny and, talking to him to distract his
attention, Sir Shawn got him along. Perhaps the horse knew that his
master's heart was cold. It was a well-nigh unendurable pain to Sir
Shawn to pass the place where the friend of his youth and boyhood had
been killed.

Suddenly the horse jibbed again. A long ray of light had streamed out
on to the darkness of the road. At first Sir Shawn thought it was a
hooded lantern. Few came this road, unless it might be a stranger who
did not know the countryside traditions. But the light was steady; it
did not move as a lantern carried in the hand would have done.

It flashed upon him what it was. The woman in the Waterfall Cottage
must have lit her lamp, forgetting to shutter her window which looked
upon the road. The cottage turned a gable to the road, from which a
paling divided it. Otherwise the little place was hidden away behind a
wall, approached by a short avenue from a gate some distance away. A
pretty place, with a garden that looked on to the fields, but very
lonely for one woman, and too near the water.

The light remained steady. As though it gave him confidence, the horse
went on quietly, feeling his master's hand upon him. Just opposite the
gable of the cottage a wall of loose stones led into the O'Hart park.
The house had been long derelict and was going to be pulled down, now
that the Congested Board, as the people called it, had acquired the
O'Hart property.

Any one who wanted to go that way knocked down a stone from the wall.
There was a little cairn there always, though the employees of the
Board were constantly putting back the stones.

The light from the cottage fell full on the cairn. Sir Shawn's eyes
rested on it and were quickly averted. There the heap of stones for
mending the road had lain that nig