e had spent most of the night with his daughter, and did not
retire until some hours past midnight. Having been deprived of so much
rest, during the previous two weeks and more, his slumbers were unusually
heavy, and it was a late hour in the morning when he awoke, and the dismal
weather adding to his drowsiness, he continued to lay and rest after
consciousness had returned. His half-waking, half-dreaming meditations were
broken in upon by a gentle tap at his bed-room door. In a moment he was
wide awake, care for his child having quickened his senses, and demanded if
Eveline was any worse.

"No, sir," was the reply, "it is only Mr. Duffel, who has called and
inquired for you."

"Tell him I will be down in a few minutes."

Wondering what could bring his visitor at such an early hour, Mr.
Mandeville hastily dressed and went into the parlor, where he met and was
saluted by Duffel in the most cordial manner.

"I reached home at a late hour last night," said the hypocrite, "and felt
so great an anxiety to hear from you and your daughter, I could not wait
for the storm to abate, but hastened at this unseasonable hour to inquire
after her welfare and yours. I hope I have not intruded so far but that you
will pardon my unfashionable call and seeming impatience. How is Eveline?"

"You are always welcome, come at what hour you may. I can hardly answer
your last question; I think Eveline is better in some respects, but she is
greatly reduced, and when the fever leaves, will, doubtless, be very
weak.--I both hope and fear for her. The fever will run its course, and if
she has constitution enough to outlive it and recuperate, she will
recover; otherwise the result will be fatal."

"It is impossible, then, for the most skillful and far-seeing to foretell
the issue?"

"Quite impossible. Will you now excuse me for a short time? I have not
looked after my stock this morning."

"With pleasure."

Mr. Mandeville left his guest around whose mouth a peculiar smile was
playing as he passed out at the door. That smile had a meaning.

After a brief absence the host returned, and in some consternation
announced that his best horse had been stolen during the night.

"Is it possible!" said Duffel, feigning the utmost surprise. "What villain
could take advantage of the sickness of your daughter, to plan and execute
such a cowardly act?"

"I am persuaded there are more than one connected with these thefts;
indeed, I may say, I know the