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. A SILVER BRAND, peitnge <r would not look for a separate-room in that odd corner. Don’t you see, Carl?” ‘ eer she turned her bright. sparkling face to her hus- and’ “Not yet,” he answered, smiling at her eagerness. “Why, there is the queer old wardrobe that lumbers up the attic. It will cover up the door entirely. You must nail it there as if it was made for the spot.” “And then how is my lady to get out, or you get in 1 with her food, silly child ?” “Can't you make a sliding-door in the back of the ward- robe, and I will hang my clothing over it, and who will suspect ? q” “Admirable!” he exclaimed. “Well done, Grdeunte [.- have the idea now. Give me my supper, and I will lose no ‘time at settling about it.” ‘‘And I will get the room comfortable. Don’t be down- hearted, my lady; we shall succeed finely.” And the rest of the evening was devoted to this purpose, and the «ronaut was just driving the last nail, while his wife and Lady Pauline stood near watching him, when there came a loud and imperious knock at the door below. All three started and turne dpale. Crezence hurried the . nails of the wardrobe with clothing, and removing as hastily as possible’ all-signs of his work, while her hus- band took the lamp, and slowly descended the stairs, call- ing out as the summons echoed more noisily still: lady through the sliding-door, and began covering the. “Yes, yes, lam coming. One must have time to put on his shoes. Who isthere in such haste, and what is the trouble that a peaceable man’s door is assailed with such violence ?” “ Open—open, Car] Koeppel,” returned a gruff voice; “do you keep people standing outside your door all night?” CHAPTER XVII. THE UNKNOWN PROWLER. When, tired out with his restless wandering, and, ex- hausted by the wasting excitement and bitter grief of his thoughts, Nat, the taxidermist, sought his humble cabin at sundown of that day of vain searching and perplexity, he found some one there waiting—a dark figure crouched down ace the door WV: - oer oo Comichooks ™ oh - ras \ ¢ ; . : . -