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"THE WARNING." By MRS BRABAZON. Nine o'clock had just struck, the bieakfasb bell Was ringing, and Sir Fergus McGrath was stand- tag at the foot of the table waiting to ses if any fttber member of his family intended to come down to prayers. Lady McGrath was present, and had made the tea Sir Fergus's nephew, Carroll O'Callaghan, had appeared just two minutes before the clang of the breakfasb bell, and simultaneously with him, his pretty cousin, Olare McGrath (Sir Fergus's brother's orphaned daughter); and then, quickly followed by the oook and the trim maids (for one of Sir Fergus's queer idiosyncrasies was to have no men servants about the house), appeared my humble self— Beatrice O'Brien—my sweet Clare's old school- fellow and friend. Notwithstanding my Irish birth and name, this was my first visit to the M auld counthry and to Clare's dearly loved home. I had come at Clare's iuvitation. Arrived at Kingston, and feeling convinced from my sensa. tions that, as the French say, I had touched my tast hour," I indistinctly requested to be allowed to stay on board and die there; but as the Stewardess and my maid took a different view of the situation, and insisted upon forcing my hat and oloak on my whirling bead and limp body, I At last succeeded in staggering on deck, and off the accursed boat. T was well shaken up for two tr three hours in the Irish mail, and later, after Brawling along a slow loop-line for three hours Store, was at length landed, battered, tired, dusb- lacked and qualmish, at the little roadside Station of Tyndagb. Dmah and I were the only passengers who alighted. The train snorted its ilow way onward, and I was left gazing at the Jlorious sunset lighting bhe grim, sentinel-like ills that guarded the little village in the hollow. I looked round in search of my promised escort, but the only vehicles I saw were a tiny two- Wheeled tub-like conveyance, the like of which I had never seen, before, drawn by a small bay I pony, standing by whose head was the very weaattest boy in buttons that it had ever been my tot to behold not conbenb with the pony, his Tight hand was grasping the reins attached to the bead of a raw-boned, rakish-looking horse, which An its turn was attached to something On two wheels, that looked more like two Jong batcher's trays—with a double seat run- ning down the middle—than any other thing on earth. Dinah stood staring silently by my side; the will never see fifty again, and is a liUle self-opinionated. Suddenly, appar- ently from some unseen entrance, I per- Seived a lady harrying towards me, and in a ftiomenb we were in each other's arms, for it Was Olare. Dear old Trlx," she was saying in her sweet ringing voice. I thought it safer after all to come myself. Now, Phelim (to a strong, wooden-looking young man), help Patsy up with the luggage, and place Miss Griggs (with 4 sweet smilo to Dinah) comfortably on the ear." No, ma'am, no. Miss Olare-" decisively tpoke Dinah, if by the oar yon mean that tray on wheels, I would rather walk through this idolatrous country, every step of the way, until I get to your good unole's house, than I would trust the bones of Dinah Griggs on that heathenish Sonveyance." Glare tried Dot to smile, then answered tehousty Very well. Dinah, you shall come with Miss Trixie and myself in the tub, and Con •hall go back on the car with Phelim." Get in,Tnx, and we will brob home as quickly M we can." t For nearly an hour we went merrily on, my headache disappearing as if by magic, in the tweet, soft air. What a peaceful sctne it was, ADd yet homesteads and the fertile land were Wasting because of the demon of greed and Bnisrulo stalking rampant in their midst! Something- of these thoughts I bold to Clare as we aeared "Corbally." "Yes," she said, "it is taore than sad. and poor Uncle Fergus always maintains——" Why, there he is, bless him With a jerk We stopped, as we pulled up before a long, low, £ ey, sboue house, which had bashfully hidden ) original face under a veil of clematis flowers, clinging ivy. There in the old-world porch, let as in a picture frame, shaded by the drooping hy leaves, I saw a stately grey-haired man "hose stern face ht up as he stepped forward, and in one of the mosb musical voices I have ever heard, said as he clasped toy hands in his, Welcome to Corbally, toy dear, for your own sake, AS well as for the Bake of my libble tyrant here," and he lovingly pinched Clare's ear. Then I followed my host, tnd with little Clare's hand in mind we entered the house. It was a very old house, and every- thing about it had the lovely shabbiness of age, And long and oreful wear. Little thick-walled tooms, dark and cool, with flowers, and flower Icents lying in wait for you everywhere. Some louses strike one with a feeling of resb others the reverse; this was a silent, fragrant home. To me who had had snorting locomotives racing through my head for so many hours, this dumb Jweetness seemed like heaven. 1 was dimly Conscious of a warm welcome from Lady McGrath *—a dear old lady whose pink a.nd white com- plexion any girl might envy, and whose litble tilvcr side curls made a periecb sebbing to her tweet face. And now that we have secured you, we do not toaan to let you go in a hurry. Take her away, Clare. Tea shali bo sent up, you will have a httle then dinner, and a long night's sleep." Two hours later twas laying down my bead upon soft and snow-white pillows, saying to 001S(.1I tlla t this delicious seDsatlOn of utter dro way repose, of soft darkness, and restful quiet, | was worth all the anguish I bad suffered on that Bever-to-li'i-forgott»n boat; and then came sweet t>bl'V !<>!). I think the best and quickest way of ingratiat- ing one's se'f into the good books of the beads of a hOUBehold- tlw master's oKpecially-is a punctual and regu'iir attendance at breakfasb and faniily prayprs. A man feels slighted if his family does Hot seem to appreciate him ns chaplain 1 I know whether Carroll O'Oallaghan's Ideas on 1.I.p subject were the same as mine, but; this morning I heard Sir Fergus remark, after a hearty good morning to me, Why, Carroll, my boy, this is something quite new—down in time for prayers, and Ciare as well Tub Tub I" Thou "°011 afber began the pleasant, cheerful toeal. Presently Clare remarked, Well, I Cannot say you look much rested, Trixie—you look infinitely more fagged than when I left you last nigiir." Du I V 1 said, rather faintly. I am afraid you did not sleep well ?" sug- gested Lady McGrath kindly, and with a little anxious air, as if a slight to her luxurious room Was implied py my wakefulness. "Some people never can sleep the first night in a strange bed. and I stupidly forgot to ask wheiher you like the feather bed or mattress on the top." I Bes, I did sleep," I answered gloomily, I Wish to heaven I had not! Wish to heaven you had not" repeated Sir Fergus and Clare in one breabh, while Lady McGrath, with an astonished gasp, asked, "My dear child, for what other purpose did you go to bedr "I—I had bad dreams," I saij, shuddering— then I:flktn her hands in mine, I eried, Dear Lady McGrath, dear Sir Fergus, do nob think me quite mad —J>«5 could we all go away from this bouse—now, to-< lay ? What on earth do you mean," asked Olare. "You want us all to go away from here, any- where so that we are away 1 Why, not twenty- lonr hours ago you were charmed with everything, and promised to stay for an illimitable time." Sir Fergus, may I speak to you in the hbrary after breakfast 1" I said, nervously. Certainly, Illy dear, now make a good breakbst; that will help chase the hohgobling of your dream away." Thon turning to Carrol, Sir Fergus remarked. M We must keep a sharp look out, my boy. I I have had another official letter this morning with •he usual plan roughly drawn." Was it my fancy Or did a look of warning pass between the two men "AH right, uncle — any spocial time men- tioned ?" Two o'clock to-morrow morning." Ah The conversation now became general, and ezcept for the questioning look in Clare's blue .,e8, my unfortunate remark seemed to have passed into oblivion. I will be ready for our balk in half-an-hour, toy dear," said Sir Fergus, as he left the room. Then began Clare's anxious questioning. Trix, what do you mean Why do you look 10 grave and scared ? As if any dream was worth toaking any one so wretched Was it your friends at home ? No, dear," I answered slowly, it was about you—and this house." II Then, my dear old Trix. as you know nothing about this house yet, and surely no harm eat) come to me with Undo and Carroll to take re of me. don't you think anything more about n, Oome, I will take you to the library now," and linking her arm in mine, we left the breakfast-room. I found my host waiting, and as he placed a chair for me, a half-quizzical smile flashed over his face. Now, my child, leb me hear bhis Wonderful dream we will soon be laughing at Your fears, you will see, and there will be no toore talking about running away from Cor- bally J" Yon kuow," said I, rising, and sbanding close before him, how complebely tired out I was last blgbt. I do not think I was more than ten toinubes getting into bed, and I was asleep ..1 before my head touched the pillow. When IIO is uaioep, one has, of course, no measure of D1'), nr." I have no Idea what hour it was teally. I hnd forgotten to wind up my watch, nd it was dark as I awoke with a feehng that III was a noise that had aroused me but again Sleep overpowered me—sbil' with the shriek I had beard ringing through my head." Sir Fergus, I do act know where your bed- IlOo111 is—but you witi tell me if the room I de- scribe to you is anything like it T" It seemed to me, that, after hearing the Ibriek. I struggled bo awake, got out of bed, and Pull on my drensing-gown. I opened the door, and went down the corridor,turned down two 8ballow stepson my lefb, and along a short square •■••sage then I opened a deep-set door this I ••tend, and found myself in a panelled low- -tied room. All the fumitare was massive and old. The bedstp»,df with a deep canopy and posts, wuh curtains half drawn, stood in centre nf the room the bed was disordered aad there was an outline of a figure half across it; lantern was burning on a table close by." Qo on, child," he said impatiently. On my right," I resumed, I noticed a door Standing half open I peered in—it was a small evidently a gentleman's dressing room— •»d there an awful sight met my eyes; on Boor you were lying dead, and the blood oosing and soaking through your while from cruel stabs in yon bleulla and a short space from you, just in front of the dressing table, the mat that had been there was thrown on one side. There was an opening in the floor, a large cruel hand was grasping the edge, and I noticed, without any surprise, there was no thumb-only a stump of about an inch in length. For one moment a face appeared with a crape mask, but on the lower part of the cheek a long deep scar showed plainly a moment longer and the floor was whole again. In my fancy I tried to find the opening, but no trace could I discover. I turned and lefb the room, and re-entered the bedroom. I moved the lantern from the table, and approached the bed. I lifted the bedclothes and there, with one cruel stab bbrongh her heart, lay Lady McGrath-dead-whilst on the pillow was a piece of paper, and written in rough charac- ters, in something red, was first a small cross with four points under tbab the outhno of a coffin; then the words By order of the Council—2 o'clock." With a scrcam I awoke. The grey dawn was just breaking. I was shaking with fright. It was all so terribly real, Sir Fergus, I could not sleep again, and the intensity of relief, as the morning sun came in, was almost painful, bub the vividness of my dream did not grow less tome it seemed like a warning." Sir Fergus did not speak, h' appeared wrapped in bhought. "Tell me," I questioned, "are there rooms like that in the house ?" "You have described the situation of our rooms and each peculiarity in them, exactly," was the answer. And is there an opening in the floor of your dressing-room. "Yes, but it is a secret known only to myself that is the strangest part of your dream. Ib is ubberly incomprehensible; and I must beg of you, my dear Miss O'Brien, not to mention it to any person whatever." May I know where it leads to, Sir Fergus ?" I asked nervously. Yes, my dear, as you know so much I will tell you. Ib leads down to an old disused well, and from that is a subterranean passage which ends on the strand just over by that low-hanging cliff there," pointing from the window as he spoke bo a mass of oliff and rock about a hundred yards away. Continuing, Sir Fergus remarked, still in the half-absorbed way in which he had spoken all through, It has been used as a way of escape in perilous times, and long years ago the smugglers brought many a keg of French brandy and Dutch Hollands into Corbally. As a boy one of my greatest delights was to listen to my grandfather's glorious stories of the old times, when mau and master, tenant and landlord, were one in heart, one in interest, and all foL the love of the sod of the old country; but that was before any of their damned-I beg your pardon, my dear, I am carred beyond myself when I think of it all." Now, about her dream. It was a remarkable and a very painful one; but do not, my dear child, let it come between you and your enjoy- ment of our eagerly looked forward visit from you. There is really no chance of danger for any of us now. If we were back in '78 or bhe early eighties I might feel a little nervous—there were some evil deeds planned and done then, and that infamous sosieby of the Black Lists of Landlords was in full sway, but thank goodness they were routed. Ah that is a sbrange coincidenoe-it did not strike me before ili is just twelve years ago that that villain, Pab Whelau, had a shot at me, as I was coming from BallycrosE4 Fair you have described the scar on his face, and his right hand-strange, very strange!" But, Sir Fergus," I urged, will you not take my dream as a warning, and go away, and take Lady McGrath with you ? I beg you to do this." She was horrified at what she wsa. Impossible, child I tell you there is no fear. I will promiseyou to take all care, and if it will be any satisfaction to you, Carroll and some of the men shall to-night patrol the house; and once more let me beg of you. do not mention our talk either to Olare or her aunt 1 I do not want bo harass their tender hearts. Invent any tale to tell them, and say I have laughed you out of all your silly fancies. I know I can rely on you to do this." "I will do my best. Sir Fergus," I replied sadly, but if you would but take the warning." There, run away, my dear: Clare will be wondering whab has befallen you. The moment I quitted the library I was joined by Olare, who was dancing with impatience. Oh, Trixie, Trixie. how long a time you have been gossiping with Uncle! Auntie, dear, scold her well; and now come along, or we shall not be out before luncheon. Which shall we do, go on the lake (you need not be afraid to trust your precious self to me in the canoe), or shall we drive to Tyndagh ?" The lake for me, Clare darling, and don't drown me if you can help it." I am so glad the lake is your choice. I love its blue depths. Oome, and you shall hear the bells of the Nantysillian Church—the drowned church of a thousand years age; you shall listen to the sweet music of the bells, as it comes whis- pering up with the south wind." "Ob, Clare, Clare, when will you leave off being a child, and forget your fairy tales 1" Never," said Olare, stoutly. Alas, how quickly the beautiful summer afternoon passed away not one cloud only marred the blue sky- it had been a perfect day.8 The happy restful evening passed too soon. Primitive hours were kept at Corbally, and with many hearty good nights." and a hand- shake that spoke volumes from Sir Fergus, I retired. What a perfect day this has been, you dear old pet," said sweet Clare, as she lingered for a few last words before ieaving for her own room, which was a libtle down the corridor. To- morrow Carroll will take us for a drive right into the hearb of Duruig Oraig, Now, pleasant dreams. I can see you are almost dead from want of sleep. I shall come in early in the morning." I bad fancied it would be utterly impossible to sleep although I was conscious of feeling drowsy, and good old Griggs, as she tucked me up, declared she never felb so sleepy in her life-it must be the hair.' Miss Trix." Very soon I was deep in a sweet untroubled sleep. How long I had been so I do nob know, when in a moment I was wide awake and sitting up in bed, with the most terrible shriek ringing through my head. In a moment I remembered my dream. Throw- ing my gown round me, I hurried from my room, jusb as Olare, like a white spectre, flew down the corridor. I followed down the shallow steps, where we found Carroll and tbo coachman they, it appeared, had been in the long corridor all night and had beard no sound, until the terrible cry. They were now trying to force the oaken door of Sir Fergus's room, which, fastened on the inside, resisted all their effords. 44 Go for help, Phihm, quick and bring the crowbar." Soon the united forces caused the door to yield, and we were standing in the, to me. perfectly familiar bedroom. There was the quaint bed- stead, the silent heap, the lantern giving its sickly light. The dressing-room door stood open --Olare ran to it. She gave one gasping sob and fell as one smitten with death. A groan dropped from the hps of the men, and from Oarroll as he lifted her tenderly and laid her on the conch, for there, lying stark and dead, with the blood stain- ing his white night clothes, was an that was left of brave, cherry Sir Fergus. There was nothing in the room disarranged—only a mat thrown on one side in front of the dressing-table. During bhis bime I had spoken no word. I felb turned to stone. The sobs breaking from the men as they realised their brave, kindly master lay there. done to death by some cruel hand, roused me from the trance-like state, but still without enabling me to speak. I retraced my steps to the bed, the others following me I turned back the clothes and there, sleeping the last sleep, was dear Lady McGrath, and on the pillow the message I had read in my dream I knew nothing more. A long time after, when consciousness returned, I found myself in my own room—and from a gentle sniffing sound I fancied Griggs was near. Dinah," I heard a voice that does not sound like mine say. "Eh My precious lamb, are you alive once more ? I feared you were gone like poor, dear Miss Clarø-poor lamb—poor lamb 1" What," I cried, tell me what you mean." All the answer I could get was poor Griggs's sobs. as she rooked herself backwards and forwards in her grief. Oh, it is true. Miss Trix, it is true I" Do you mean dead ?" I whispered. Yes, the terrible iihook was too mach-bel' heart was never strong, and it killed her she had no suffering, poor lamb." I lay as one stunned. Drink this, Miss Trix—then mayhap yon will feel better." I pushed Griggs' hand on one side awl gasped —• The man—have they caught him 1" Do taste thia, my dear—or you'll be wander- ing. There is no traoe of no man nowhere." **e,P n»e to dress, Dinah," I urged, I was* see Mr Carroll at once." Ob, the weary day," moans poor Dinah, again beginning to sob. Whilst I was dressing, Dinah told me that all that could be arranged for the victims of the awful tragedy had been d,,tio by Mr Oarroll, that everything was now in the hands of the con- stabulary, but that not a trace of the murderers had been found. Tell me where is Mr Carroll—I must see him a t once." He is in the library, Miss Trix; two of the Inspectors are there, and the doctor." Go and tell Mr Carroll I am coming to him there, and I wish the other gentlemen to remain." In a few moments Dinah returned and my poor Clare's loved Carroll with her. What a change in him since yesterday he was now haggard and grief-stricken—but as thoughtful for others as ever, his voice shook as be said :— Miss O'Brien, I could not think of troubling you to come to the library, will you not tell me here what I may do for you ?' Mr Carroll, I am quit6 strong now, and I ,should like the inspectors as well to hear the strange thing I have to tell you. Please bake me down." Without another word he placed my hand within his arm, and slowly we walked to the library, The three gentlemen looked up hastily and questioningly as we entered the room, the doctor with a grave bow placing a chair for me. For a moment my heart thumped re frantically I could not speak but in a moment growing more calm, I was able to tell them my terrible dream. Miss O'Brien, do I understand that you told the late Sir Fergus this—" es, Inspector, here in this room, yesterday morning." And he recognised your description of the man Y. *.n Could you bear to come with us and show us the spot in the dressing-room through which you saw the man descending 1" Yes. I will show you." Sir Carroll, do you know anything of this secret way ?" asked the second Inspector. Sir Carroll Thab had not entered my mind before. In one instant the whole horror of the last) few hours was concentrated in my brain. Come," I said to Carroll. Again he gravely drew my hand within his arm. The sad little procession stopped at the door of the fatal room. We entered sadly and silently. Side by side, covered with reverent care, were the still forms of those so dearly loved. With bowed heads we passed through. On reaching the dressing.room each man looked inquiringly at me, There it was—I saw Sir Fergus on the very spot on which he was found and there it was, I conclude, that I saw the opening in the floor, and the hand and scarred face." Closely was the floor examined and sounded, but no trace of any opening could be found so great, however, was the impression made by the other points in my dream that Sir Carroll remarked— If you will mark the spot again I will have the floor raised." This time I marked thn floor with a clear chalk line. A carpenter was sent for, aud soon the work of cutting through commenced, when suddenly the click of a spring was heard.and almost without warning a square trap-door flew up. A simultaneous sound of breath caught con- vulsively passed through the room. He went down there," I said. Kneeling at the opening, I could see a flight of aJmost perpendicular steps, then darkness. Without a word Carroll placed himself ready for the descent, when the bead inspector remarked, "Me first, if you please, Sir Carroll. Doctor, you will stay with Miss O'Brien." VVe were left waiting, each moment seeming an hour, and it must have been at least a quarter of an hour when a hoarse voice from the moubh of the opening called, Doctor, come at once." Without a word the Doctor stepped down the opening, and I was left alone. I could only wait. It .soemed a lifetime to me before I saw Sir Carroll re-appear he was deadly pale. Oome away at once." he gasped. Come and I will tell you all." I went with him when we had again reached tha library, and after I had taken the glass of wine insisted on by Sir Carroll, he told me. "You were right. We've found the man; his name is Pat Whelan. We found him dying he had slipped on the dark green steps and fallen the broken ribs had pierced his lung; he was trapped in his own cage. When Gorman came down he could do nothing with him the pour wretch could only gasp, By order of the council —nine years I've soaped it—I'm sorry 'twas the Squire," and then he turned on his side and all was over."

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