and now it was beginning to rain. The wind was whining through the tops
of the silver-leafs and the moan of the breakers on the bar sounded with
a clearness which denoted the approach of a northeaster.

"Dirty weather," observed the Captain. "And it'll be dirtier yet before
night. You better stay here in snug harbor this afternoon, Zoeth. Simmie
and the boy and Mary-'Gusta and I can tend store all right. Yes, yes,
you stay right here and keep dry. Hope Mary-'Gusta took an umbrella when
she went."

"I don't know as she has gone," said Isaiah. "She may be upstairs in her
room yet. That's where she was."

Shadrach, after calling "Mary-'Gusta" several times at the foot of the
stairs, went up to make sure. The door of Mary's room was closed but, as
he received no answer to his knock, he opened it and entered. Mary
was not there, although it was evident that she had been there very
recently.

Apparently she had been writing a letter, for her writing case was
spread out upon the table. Also the drawer in which she kept it had been
left open, an unusual act of carelessness on her part, for, generally
speaking, as her Uncle Shad said, "Nothin's ever out of place in
Mary-'Gusta's room except some of the places, and that's the carpenter's
fault, not hers."

The Captain stepped over to close the drawer. As he did so his attention
was attracted by a photograph lying upon a pile of photographs in a box
inside the drawer. He picked up the photograph and looked at it. It
was that of Edwin Smith, taken when he seemed to be recovering from his
illness, the one which showed him without a beard.

Shadrach's eyes opened wide as he looked at the photograph. He uttered
an exclamation, stepped to the door of the upper hall and called,
"Zoeth!" Then he returned to the table and took from the drawer the next
photograph upon the pile in the box. It was the old, faded picture of
the partners of Hall and Company.

Isaiah came stumbling up the stairs.

"Anythin' I can do for you, Cap'n Shad?" he asked. "Zoeth, he's gone out
to shut up the barn door. Rain was liable to beat in, he said. I told
him I'd do it, but--Godfreys mighty!"

The Captain had paid no attention to him and he had entered the room and
approached his employer from behind. Now over the latter's shoulder he
saw the two photographs.

"Godfreys mighty!" cried the startled Isaiah.

Shadrach turned and looked at him.

"Well," he demanded, "what's the matter? What are you