never been able to explain it, and never experienced anything like
it before."

"Do you know anything about the man?" Jasper asked.

"No, and that is the strange thing about it. I had a slight
conversation with him then and his words disgusted me. Apart from that
I know nothing."

"It is strange," Jasper mused as if to himself. "We sometimes do get
queer impressions about people, do we not?"

"But I never had anything like this before. It seemed to me when I
first saw that man that he was Satan in disguise. A queer idea, was it
not? I felt that in some unaccountable way he had crossed my path for
evil, and I have that same feeling now."

They had reached the house by this time and were standing near the
verandah steps. It was a chilly night, and the sky was overcast with
not a star to be seen. A tremor shook Lois' form as she stood there.

"You are cold," Jasper remarked, "and you should go in the house at
once."

"Will you come in?" Lois asked. "It is not late and father will be
pleased to see you."

"Not to-night, thank you," Jasper replied. "I was working nearly all
last night at the Haven, and so must get some rest. I am living in my
little old cabin now, and it is really good to be there again. It
seems more like home to me than up the brook. But, there, I must not
keep you any longer or you will catch cold. Do not worry too much
about that man. If he begins to trouble you, he will have to reckon
with me."

Jasper walked slowly away from the house along a path leading to the
main road. He was thinking seriously of what Lois had told him about
Bramshaw. He could not understand her strange aversion for the man,
and he wondered if there were really anything in such a presentiment.
He made up his mind that he would be on the lookout and if the fellow
became the least objectionable he would deal with him then in no gentle
manner.

As Jasper drew near to the main road a feeling suddenly possessed him
that he was being followed. He looked back but could see nothing.
Laughing at himself for what he considered his foolishness, he
continued on his way. But it was not so easy to banish the impression
he had received, and every once in a while he glanced around as if
expecting to see some one not far off. Once he thought he heard the
sound of foot-steps in the distance, and he stopped to listen but heard
nothing more.

Reaching at last the path which led to his cabin, he was about to enter
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