ther folks," she said.

"He didn't come through the sitting room," said Lulie, "so he must be in
the kitchen with Primmie. I'm going to find him."

But she did not find him. Primmie said that Mr. Bangs had come out into
the kitchen, taken his hat and coat, and left the house by the back
door. Looking from that door, they saw his diminutive figure, already a
good distance off, moving across the fields.

"He's on his way to the graveyard," declared Primmie. Cabot was
startled.

"On his way to the graveyard!" he repeated. "Why, he looked remarkably
well to me. What do you mean?"

Lulie laughingly explained. A few minutes later, declaring that she must
leave her father alone no longer, she hurried away. Martha watched her
go.

"She scarcely knows there is ground under her feet," she observed. "A
light heart makes easy ballast, so my father used to say."

Cabot expressed his intention of starting for the city shortly after
noon.

"Now that I know where those missing shares are, I can go with an easy
conscience," he said. "I came 'way down here to get them and the faster
I came the farther off they were. Ha, ha! It's a great joke. I've had
a wonderful time, Miss Phipps. Well, I must see Galusha and get him to
sell that stock to me. I don't anticipate much difficulty. The old boy
didn't even know nor care where Barbour had put it."

Martha seemed to hesitate a moment. Then she said: "Mr. Cabot, I wonder
if you could spare a few minutes. I want to talk with you about
the money I owe--the money he GAVE me--for that stock, and a little
about--about your cousin himself. Last night when you spoke of him I
was--well, I was excited and upset and I didn't treat you very well, I'm
afraid. I'm sorry, but perhaps you'll excuse me, considerin' all that
had happened. Now I want to ask you one or two questions. There are some
things I don't--I can't quite understand."

CHAPTER XXIII

An hour or so later Galusha, sitting, forlorn and miserable, upon the
flat, damp and cold top of an ancient tomb in the old Baptist burying
ground, was startled to feel a touch upon his shoulder. He jumped,
turned and saw his cousin smiling down at him.

"Well, Loosh," hailed the banker, "at your old tricks, aren't you? In
the cemetery and perfectly happy, I suppose. No 'Hark from the tombs,
a doleful sound' in years, eh?... Hum! You don't look very happy this
time, though." Then, with a comprehensive glance at the surroundings, he
shrugge