vers and guns were fired over his grave, and the
new-formed corporation appeared. He was buried on the top of a
foot-hill, which, to this day, is known as Boldricks' Own. The grave was
covered by an immense flat stone bearing his name. But a flagstaff was
erected near, no stouter one stands on Beachy Head or elsewhere,--and on
it was engraved:

PHIL BOLDRICK,

Buried with Municipal Honours on
the Thirtieth day of June 1883.

This to his Memory, and for the honour of
Viking and Sunburst.

"Padre," said a river-driver to Galt Roscoe after the rites were
finished, "that was a man you could trust."

"Padre," added another, "that was a man you could bank on, and draw your
interest reg'lar. He never done a mean thing, and he never pal'd with
a mean man. He wasn't for getting his teeth on edge like some in the
valley. He didn't always side with the majority, and he had a gift of
doin' things on the square."

Others spoke in similar fashion, and then Viking went back to work, and
we to our mountain cottage.

Many days passed quietly. I saw that Galt Roscoe wished to speak to me
on the subject perplexing him, but I did not help him. I knew that
it would come in good time, and the farther off it was the better. I
dreaded to hear what he had to tell, lest, in spite of my confidence in
him, it should really be a thing which, if made public, must bring ruin.
During the evenings of these days he wrote much in his diary--the very
book that lies by me now. Writing seemed a relief to him, for he was
more cheerful afterwards. I know that he had received letters from the
summer hotel, but whether they were from Mrs. Falchion or Justine Caron
I was not then aware, though I afterwards came to know that one of them
was from Justine, asking him if she might call on him. He guessed that
the request was connected with Hector Caron's death; and, of course,
gave his consent. During this time he did not visit Ruth Devlin, nor did
he mention her name. As for myself, I was sick of the whole business,
and wished it well over, whatever the result.

I make here a few extracts from Roscoe's diary, to show the state of his
mind at this period:

Can a man never get away from the consequences of his wickedness,
even though he repents?... Restitution is necessary as well
as repentance; but when one cannot make restitution, when it is
impossible--what then? I suppose one has to r