BARTLEY." Whilst writing it his hand shook, and when it was written he would not tear it out.

He panted and quivered and was as pale as ashes, and said, "No, no, it's a death-warrant; I can not;" and his trembling hand tried to convey the note-book back to his pocket, but it fell from his shaking fingers, and Monckton took it up and quietly tore the leaf out, and took it across to Burnley, in spite of a feeble gesture the struggling wretch made to detain him.

He gave Ben the paper, and whispered, "Be off before he changes his mind." "You'll hear of an accident in the mine before the day is over," said Burnley, and he went off without a grain of remorse under the double stimulus of revenge and lucre.
"He'll do it," cried Monckton, triumphantly, "and Hope will end his days in the Bartley mine." * * * * * These words were hardly out of his lips when Grace Hope walked out of the house, pale, and with her eyes gleaming, and walked rapidly past them.
She had nothing on her head but a white handkerchief that was tied under her chin.

Her appearance and her manner struck the conspirators with terror.

Bartley stood aghast; but the more resolute villain seized her as she passed him.