the corner, and three minutes
later Mr. Harlowe walked in, accompanied by Grace and Eleanor, and
cashed the check without any trouble.

"Tom Harlowe must have made money on some deal with Hammond," thought
the cashier, as he closed the window. "He is about the only one who has
that I know of."

"And now, daughter, whose money is this, and what is it all about?"
asked her father gravely, as they left the bank.

"I can have no better confidant than my father," declared Grace, and she
thereupon told him the whole story.

Mr. Harlowe heard her story with mingled emotions of pride and
disapproval.

"Never take such a risk again, Grace," he said sternly. "Suppose this
man had carried a revolver. He might easily have turned the tables."

"I never stopped to think what he might do, father," said Grace
ruefully. "The honor of the senior class was at stake, and I knew that I
had to get that money somehow. Besides, I had notified Chief Burroughs
as to my whereabouts, and sent word for you to wait for me, so he was
really cornered, that's why Eleanor locked the door."

"Grace, you are incorrigible," sighed her father, "but if ever again you
find yourself in a snarl over the rashness of your friends, then
remember that I am the wisest person to consult. It may save you
considerable worry, and will be at least a safer method."

Nevertheless, he could not refrain from smiling a little as he added,
"What do you propose to do with this money?"

"Deposit it in Upton Bank, to-morrow," was Grace's prompt reply.

"And in whose name?" asked her father.

"In Marian Barber's father," said Grace steadily. "This time it will be
safe, for she has learned her lesson."

CHAPTER XXIII

THE MESSAGE OF THE VIOLIN

The news of the finding of the lost money in the haunted house came out
in the evening paper, and set the whole town of Oakdale agog with
excitement.

The sensational robbery at the close of the Thanksgiving bazaar was too
bold to have been forgotten, and the news of the recovery of the
hard-earned money was a matter of delight to the public-spirited
citizens of the little northern city.

The haunted house soon lost its ghost reputation, and was ransacked by
small boys on the hunt for sliding panels and hidden treasure until the
owner of the place, who had been absent from Oakdale, took a hand in
things and threatened severe penalties for trespassing, which greatly
cooled the ardor of the youthful treasure-seeke