he never took the money,
Ann. There is no more need for tears."

"No, indeed," she said, "but will he ever come back? Oh! father, anwl!
no more sighs. Will is a collegian and getting on well. Gethin is an
honest man wherever he is. He will come back suddenly to us one day as
he did before, and there is no need for heavy hearts any longer at
Garthowen. Morva, lass, art not glad?"

"Yes, indeed," said the girl, "but I never thought it was Gethin."

Ebben Owens looked up at her quickly.

"Who then?" he said.

"Oh, I didn't know," said the girl, "but I thought God would make it
plain some day."

"I don't think there is much doubt about it," said Gwilym. "Poor
Gryffy; we know he must have suffered much remorse before he threw that
bag in at the window again."

"'Twas not Gethin, and that's all we need trouble our heads about now,"
said the old man rising from the table.

The frosty wind was scarcely more fleet than Morva's flying footsteps
as she crossed the moor that evening.

"Mother, mother!" she called, even before she had reached the doorway.
"Mother, mother! the money is found and everyone knows now that Gethin
is innocent!" and the whole story was poured into Sara's ears.

Tudor, who sat beside the girl on the settle, her arm thrown round his
neck, looked from one face to another as the story proceeded,
interpolating a bark whenever there was a pause.

"So the clouds roll by," said Sara. "Patience 'merch i! and the sun
will shine out some day!"

"How can that be, mother, when I am bound to Will? A milkmaid to a
clergyman; and he already ashamed of her!"

CHAPTER XV

GWENDA'S PROSPECTS

"I am going to walk into town," said Dr. Owen one morning as he turned
over the sheets of his newspaper; "is anyone inclined for a walk?"

He was sitting in the sunny bay-window of the breakfast-room at
Llwynelen, a large country house about a mile out of Llaniago.

"I am," answered Gwenda Vaughan, who sat at work near him. "Such a
lovely day! I was longing for a walk."

"And I too," said Mrs. Trevor, their hostess. "I have some shopping to
do, and will come with you."

"Do. Will you be ready in half an hour, ladies? I am going to call
upon my nephew; I can go to his rooms while you are doing your
shopping."

"Yes," said Mrs. Trevor, "and bring him back to lunch with us. I shall
be glad to make his acquaintance. I hear he is a very promising young
man."

"Thank you. I am sure he will b