r sorrow. If he could have only interposed his body
between her and all this trouble it would have been keen joy to him to
have felt raining upon his flesh, with heavy material blows, the shafts
directed against her tender heart; but his strength was of no avail, he
could think of nothing that he might do but take that insolent lawyer by
the throat and choke him on the floor of the Court. He was helpless to do
any thing but love her, and every sight of her, every thought of her,
added fuel to his passion.

She went to him once outside the Court with out stretched hands and
swimming eyes, murmuring inarticulate words, and he understood that, she
meant to thank him for the efforts he had made to spare her in his
evidence on the previous day. In truth she bad been touched by the change
in him, and she, too, was fighting with her love a harder battle than
his.

'I'm sorry for you, Chris,' he said, 'but time will heal all this, never
fear.'

She gazed at him and slowly shook her head.

'Never, Harry,' she said.

'It will, it will!' he persisted. 'Chris, you're coming back after it's
all over?'

'Yes,' she said, 'I must.'

'An' you've not forgotten?'

'No, Harry, I have not forgotten anything.' There was a strain of
firmness in her voice that jarred him, and he looked at her sharply; but
her face gave him no comfort. A moment later she was joined by Mrs.
Summers and another friend, and he left her, his heart unsatisfied, his
mind shaken with doubts and perplexities.

Joe Rogers was found guilty and sentenced to twelve years' hard labour.
Close upon eight hundred ounces of gold were handed over to the Silver
Stream Company, and the Company, 'in recognition of the valuable services
of Master Richard Haddon,' presented him with a gold watch and
chain--which for many months after was a source of ceaseless worry to his
little mother, who firmly believed that its fame must have inspired every
burglar and miscellaneous thief in Victoria with an unholy longing to
possess it, was continually devising new hiding-places for the treasure,
and arose three or four times a night to at tack hypothetical marauders.

Returning from school at dinner-time on the day following, Dick found
Frank Hardy sitting in the parlour holding his mother's hand. Mrs. Hardy
and Harry were also there, and a few people were loitering about the
front, having called to congratulate Frank Hardy on his release; for
Frank had been given a free pardon in