nister's flock. Mr. Drew felt suddenly moved to
unburden himself.

"That was Costrell's wife, Watson, wasn't it, poor thing?"

"Aye, it wor Mrs. Costrell," said Watson in the tone of concern natural
to the respectable husband and father.

The minister sighed. "It's terrible the way she's gone downhill the last
three months. I never pass almost but I see her going in there or coming
out."

"No," said Watson, slowly, "no, it's bad. What I'd like to know," he
added reflectively, "is where she gets the money from."

"Oh, she had a legacy, hadn't she, in August? It seems to have been a
curse. She has been a changed woman ever since."

"Yes, she had a legacy," said Watson dubiously; "but I don't believe it
was much. She talked big, of course, and made a lot o' fuss--she's that
kind o' woman--just as she did about old John's money."

"Old John's money?--Ah! did any one ever know what became of that?"

"Well, there's many people thinks as Isaac has got it hid in the house
somewhere, and there's others thinks he's put it in Bedford bank.
Edwards told me private he didn't know nothing about it at the
post-office, an' Bessie told my wife as John had given Isaac the keepin'
of it till he come back again; but he'd knock her about, she said, if she
let on what he'd done with it. That's the story she's allus had, and
boastin', of course, dreadful, about John's trustin' them, and Isaac
doin' all his business for him."

The minister reflected.--"And you say the legacy wasn't much?"

"Well, sir, I know some people over at Bedford where her aunt lived as
left it her, and they were sure it wasn't a great deal; but you never
know."

"And Isaac never said?"

"Bless yer, no, sir! He was never a great one for talking, wasn't Isaac;
but you'd think now as he'd never learnt how. He'll set there in the
Club of a night and never open his mouth to nobody."

"Perhaps he's fretting about his wife, Watson?"

"Well, I don't believe as he knows much about her goin's-on--not all,
leastways. I've seen her wait till he was at his work or gone to the
Club, and then run down the hill,--tearin'--with her hair flyin'--you'd
think she'd gone silly. Oh, it's a bad business," said Watson, strongly,
"an' uncommon bad business--all them young children too."

"I never saw her drunk, Watson."

"No--yer wouldn't. Nor I neither. But she'll treat half the parish if
she gets the chance. I know many young fellers as go to the Spotted Deer