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'Here, old Ijpy. what is it?" chal
lenged Bruce, and the intelligent ani
mal ran to his side, lifting his head
to proffer the handkerchief.
"The same!" ejaculated Bruce;
"the perfume," and pressing the ob
ject Gyp had found, a delicate lace
handkerchief to his face and inhal
ing its faint perfume, he proceeded
to invade the copse where the animal
had palpably discovered it.
The shrubbery incased a leafy
grotto. The ground bore evidences
of some one having rested there
the Jjeauteous maiden in some fond
day dream, surmised Bruce, building
up an airy dream of romance. A ver
itable nymph of the woods, who
could she be? He called Gyp to him.
He waved the handkerchief across
the nostrils of the animal. Gyp al
most nodded as he understood, cir
cled about and started straight as a
ferret on a direct trail.
"Hello!" soliloquized Bruce, as, at
the end of a two-mile jaunt, Gyp
came to a halt. It was beside the
high stone wall surrounding the old
mansion only casually noted by
Bruce before this. A heavy wooden
door fitted a space in the solid ma
. sonry. Gyp sniffed under the crack
at its base. Then he looked at his
master as if to. say that this was the
quarry sought for.
"H'm!" reflected Bruce. "Gyp isn't
usually wrong. What is that?"
It was the sound as of futile hands
beating on the inside of the door.
Then there were angry, half-sobbed
"They have locked the door; they
. .have shut me into a prison! The vi
pers!" There was a tree six feet away
from the fence. Bruce acted on a
speedy impulse. He pulled himself
up into it. Now he could look over
,the .wall. He uttered a low but dis
Instantly at this there backed away
' from the inner wall a maiden with a
wondering face. It was the girl of
the vision. Ah! he was sure of that!
Only ,more bewitching and captivat
ing than ever. She seemed embar
rassed. Then her eyes brightened. .
She glanced quickly back at the
gloomy old mansion in the midst of.
the extensive grounds as if in fear.
Then she said rapidly:
"I know you. I peeped in at your
door one day; you were asleep. Let
me tell you they have shut me in, ,
even from my one delight, a stroll in
the woods ah ! they are coming. Get
down, quick, be my friend. Be just
where you are at twilight, please, and
tell me your name."
"It is Bruce Schuyler."
She glided along a -flowered path
as Bruce saw two men coming down
another one. He .got to the ground
and from the vicinity of the grounds,
pondering, wondering, infused with
the mustery of a strange situation,
but it was to return as directed at
dusk. He got close to the gate. He
.ventured to rap upon it A low, glad
cry came from beyond it. -
"Listen fast, dear Mr. ' Bruce
Schuyler," spoke a silvery, fluttering
voice. "I am being closely watched.
I will tjirow you an envelope. Read
wliat is inside of it and act upon what
I tell. you. Then come here tomorrow ,
boldly and claim me."
"Claim you?" .said Bruce, wonder
ingly and longingly.
"Yes, as my guardian. The note
will explain go quickly, they are
coming this way." ' N
"VVhfen Bruce Schuyler got to his
cabin and inspected the contents of
the envelope he was electrified. It
contained a document signed by
"Ada Randolph." It witnessed that at
18, according to the will of her fa
ther, she could select a succeeding
guardian for three years.
"Record this,' the instruction ran,
"for my uncle and his wicked lawyer ,
are scheming to have me reappoint
That was all, but it was enough for
the keen-witted Bruce. The next day
he entered the front gate of the man
sion grounds. The two men he had