D You had best begone, or he you linger? » spreading out his hands before are rich, perhaps?» Very, she said faintly. Very rich. No doubt I am very rich. » At least you are not penniless. You have some money. You were making purchases to-night.. "I have a little left. It is but a few shillings. " « Give me your purse. door. Give it to me.""> You had it in your hand at the She stepped to the table and laid it down. He reached across, took it up, and told the contents into his hand. As he was counting them, she listened for a moment, and sprang towards him. Take what there is, take all, take more if more were there, but go before it is too late. I have heard a wayward step without, I know full well. It will return directly. Begone. » "Do not stop to ask. I will not answer. Much as I dread to touch you, I would drag you to the door if I possessed the strength, rather than you should lose an instant. Miserable wretch! fly from this place. If there are spies without, I am safer here,» replied the man, standing aghast. I will remain here, and will not fly till the danger is past. » It is too late! » cried the widow, who had listened for the step, and not to him. «Hark to that foot upon the ground. Do you tremble to hear it! It is my son, my idiot son! As she said this wildly, there came a heavy knocking at the door. He looked at her, and she at him. "I fear him Let him come in,» said the man, hoarsely. less than the dark, houseless night. He knocks again. Let him come in! » The dread of this hour, » returned the widow, has been upon me all my life, and I will not. Evil will fall upon him, if you stand eye to eye. My blighted boy! Oh! all good angels who know the truth-hear a poor mother's prayer, and spare my boy from knowledge of this man!» "He rattles at the shutters!» cried the man. He calls you. That voice and cry! It was he who grappled with me in the road. Was it he? » She had sunk upon her knees, and so knelt down, moving her lips, but uttering no sound. As he gazed upon her, uncertain what to do or where to turn, the shutters flew open. He had barely time to catch a knife from the table, sheathe it in the loose sleeve of his coat, hide in the closet, and do all with the lightning's speed, when Barnaby tapped at the bare glass, and raised the sash exultingly. «Why, who can keep out Grip and me!» he cried, thrusting in his head, and staring round the room. «Are you there, mother? How long you keep us from the fire and light. » She stammered some excuse and tendered him her hand. But Barnaby sprung lightly in without assistance, and putting his arms about her neck, kissed her a hundred times. "We have been afield, mother-leaping ditches, scrambling through hedges, running down steep banks, up and away, and hurrying on. The wind has been blowing, and the rushes and young plants bowing and bending to it, lest it should do them harm, the cowards-and Grip-ha ha ha!-brave Grip, who cares for nothing, and when the wind rolls him over in the dust, turns manfully to bite it-Grip, bold Grip, has quarrelled with every little bowing twig-thinking, he told me, that it mocked him-and has worried it like a bulldog. Ha ha ha!» The raven, in his little basket at his master's back, hearing this frequent mention of his name in a tone of exultation, expressed his sympathy by crowing like a cock, and afterwards running over his various phrases of speech with such rapidity, and in so many varieties of hoarseness, that they sounded like the murmurs of a crowd of people. ་་ He takes such care of me besides ! said Barnaby. Such care, mother! He watches all the time I sleep, and when I shut my eyes, and make believe to slumber, he practises new learning softly; but he keeps his eye on me the while, and if he sees me laugh, though never so little, stops directly. He won't surprise me till he's perfect. » The raven crowed again in a rapturous manner which plainly said, Those are certainly some of my characteristics, and I glory in them. In the meantime, Barnaby closed the window and secured it, and coming to the fire-place, prepared to sit down with his face to the closet. But his mother prevented this, by hastily taking that side herself, and motioning him towards the other. How pale you are to-night!» said Barnaby, leaning on his stick. "We have been cruel, Grip, and made her anxious! » Anxious in good truth, and sick at heart! The listener held the door of his hiding-place open with his hand, and closely watched her son. Grip-alive to everything his master was unconscious of-had his head out of the basket, and in return was watching him intently with his glistening eye. « He flaps his wings," said Barnaby, turning almost quickly enough to catch the retreating form and closing door, as if there were strangers here; but Grip is wiser than to fancy that. Jump then!. Accepting this invitation with a dignity peculiar to himself, the bird hopped up on his master's shoulder, from that to his extended hand, and so to the ground. Barnaby unstrapping the basket and putting it down in a corner with the lid open, Grip's first care was to shut it down with all possible despatch, and then to stand upon it. Believing, no doubt, that he had now rendered it utterly impossible, and beyond the power of mortal man, to shut him up in it any more, he drew a great many corks in triumph, and uttered a corresponding number of hurrahs. "Mother!" said Barnaby, laying aside his hat and stick, and returning to the chair from which he had risen, «I'll tell you what we have been doing,-shall I ? » She took his hand in hers, and holding it, nodded the word she could not speak. "You mustn't tell," said Barnaby, holding up his finger, for it's a secret, mind, and only known to me, and Grip, and Hugh. We had the dog with us, but he's not like Grip, clever as he is, and doesn't guess it yet, I'll wager.-Why do you look behind me so? » Did I she answered faintly. «I didn't know I did. Come nearer me. » "You are frightened!» said Barnaby, changing colour. « Mother-you don't see— » D "There's-there's none of this about, is there? he answered in a whisper, drawing closer to her and clasping the mark upon his wrist. I am afraid there is, somewhere. You make my hair stand on end, and my flesh creep. Why do you look like that? Is it in the room as I have seen it in my dreams, dashing the ceiling and the walls with red? Tell me. Is it? He fell into a shivering fit as he put the question, and shutting out the light with his hands, sat shaking in every limb until it had passed away. head and looked about him. After a time, he raised his ing him. Nothing indeed, dear Barnaby. Look! there are but you and me. » You see He gazed at her vacantly, and, becoming reassured by degrees, burst into a wild laugh. "But let us see," he said, thoughtfully. « Were we talking? Was it you and me? Where have we been? » " Aye, but Hugh, and I," said Barnaby, that's it. Maypole Hugh, and I, you know, and Grip-we have been lying in the forest, and among the trees by the road side, with a dark-lanthorn after night came on, and the dog in a noose ready to slip him when the man came by." "What man ? » The robber; him that the stars winked at. We have waited for him after dark these many nights, and we shall have him. I'd know him in a thousand. Mother, see here! This is the man. Look ! » He twisted his handkerchief round his head, pulled his hat VOL. II. 8 : upon his brow, wrapped his coat about him, and stood up before her so like the original he counterfeited, that the dark figure peering out behind him might have passed for his own shadow. Ha ha ha! We shall have him,» he cried, ridding himself of the semblance as hastily as he had assumed it. 41 « You shall see him, mother, bound hand and foot, and brought to London at a saddle-girth; and you shall hear of him at Tyburn Tree if we have luck. So Hugh says. So Hugh says. You're pale again, and trembling. And why do you look behind me so? » "It is nothing, she answered. I am not quite well. Go you to bed, dear, and leave me here. » " To bed!» he answered. I don't like bed. I like to lie before the fire, watching the prospects in the burning coalsthe rivers, hills, and dells, in the deep, red sunset, and the wild faces. I am hungry too, and Grip has eaten nothing since broad noon Let us to supper. Grip! To supper, lad! » The raven flapped his wings, and, croaking his satisfaction, hopped to the feet of his master, and there held his bill open, ready for snapping up such lumps of meat as he should throw him. Of these he received about a score in rapid succession, without the smallest discomposure. But it appearing for a certainty that no more was to be had, he retreated with his store; and disgorging the morsels one by one from his pouch, hid them in various corners— taking particular care, however, to avoid the closet, as being doubtful of the hidden man's propensities and power of resisting temptation. When he had concluded these arrangements, he took a turn or two across the room with an elaborate assumption of having nothing on his mind (but with one eye hard upon his treasure all the time), and then, and not till then, began to drag it out, piece by piece, and eat it with the utmost relish. Barnaby, for his part, having pressed his mother to eat, in vain, made a hearty supper too. Once, during the progress |