Pike Island yonder is an unfrequented place, take the punt, hide all there now, and go at your best leisure to examine afterwards; but whatever you do, make haste, my man."

Then Jennings crept out by the lawn-door, thereby rousing the house-dog; but he skirted the laurels in their shadow, and it was dark and mizzling, so he reached the punt both quickly and easily.

The quiet and the gloom, and the dropping rain, strangely affected him now, as he plied his punt-pole; once he could have wept in his remorse, and another time he almost shrieked in fear.

How lonesome it seemed! how dreadful! and that death-dyed face behind him—ha! woman, away I say.! But he neared the island, and, all shoeless as he was, crept up its muddy bank.

"Hallo! nybour, who be you a poaching on my manor, ey? that bean't good manners any how."

Ben Burke has told us all the rest.

But, when Burke had got his spoils, when the biter had been bitten, the robber robbed, the murderer stripped of his murdered victim's money, when the bereaved miscreant, sullenly returning in the dark damp night, tracked again the way he came upon that lonely lake, no one

yet has told us, none can rightly tell, the feelings which oppressed that God-forsaken man. He seemed to feel himself even as a sponge, which the Evil One had bloated with his breath, had soaked it then in blood, had squeezed it dry again, and flung away! He was Satan's broken tool, a weed pulled up by the roots, and tossed upon the fire; alone, alone in all the universe, without countenance or sympathy from God, or man, or devil; he yearned to find, were it but a fiend to back him, but in vain ;-they held aloof, he could see them vaguely through the gloom, he could hear them mocking him aloud amongst the patter of the rain-drops,-ha! ha! ha!-the pilfered fool!

Bitterly did he rue his crime, fearfully he thought upon its near discovery, madly did he beat his miserable breast, to find that he had been baulked of his reward, yet had spent his soul to earn it.

Oh, when the house-dog bayed at him returning, how he wished he was that dog! he went to him, speaking kindly to him, for he envied that dog:-"Good dog,-good dog!”

But more than envy kept him lingering there: the wretched man did it for delay, yes, though morn was breaking on the hills,-one more, one more moment of most precious time.

CHAPTER XXX.

SECOND THOUGHTS.

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FOR,-again must he go through that room! No other entrance is open,-not a window, not a door: all close as a prison and only by way he went, by the same must he return. He trembled all over, as a palsied man, when he touched the lock with stiffening hair, and staring eyes, he peeped in at that well remembered chamber: he entered,-and crept close up to the corpse, stealthily and dreadingly,―horror!-what if she be alive still?

SHE WAS.

Not quite dead, not quite dead yet! a gurgling in the bruised throat, a shadowy gleam of light and life in those protruded eyes, an irregular convulsive heaving at the chest: she might recover! what a fearful hope: and, if she did, would hang him, ha!- he went nearer ;- she was muttering something in a

moanful way, it was, "Simon did it, Simon did it, Simon did it, Si-Si-Simon did-" he should be found out!

Yet once again, for the last time, the long suffering Mercy of the Lord stood like Balaam's Angel in the way, pleading with that miserable man at the bedside of her whom he had strangled. And even then, that Guardian Spirit came not with chiding on his tongue, but He uttered words of Hope, while his eyes were streaming with sorrow and with pity.

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"Most wretched of the sinful sons of men, even now there may be mercy for thee, even now plenteous forgiveness. True, thou must die, and pay the earthly penalty of crimes like thine but do My righteous bidding, and thy soul shall live. Go to that poor suffocating creature, cherish the spark of life, bind up the wounds which thou hast rent, pouring in oil and wine: rouse the house, seek assistance, save her life, confess thy sin, repent, and though thou diest for this before the tribunal of thy fellows, God will yet be gracious, he will raise again her whom thou hadst slain,-and will cleanse thy bloodstained soul."

Thus in Simon's ear spake that better conscience.

But the reprobate had cast off Faith; he could not pledge the Present for the Future; he shuddered at the sword of Justice, and would not touch the ivory sceptre of Forgiveness. No: he meditated horrid iteration,—and again the Fiend possessed him! What? not only lose the crock of gold, but all his own bright store? and give up everything of this world's good for some imaginary other, and meekly confess, and meanly repent, and, and, all this to resuscitate that hated old Aunt of his, who would hang him, —and divorce him from his gold?

No; he must do the deed again,—see, she is moving, she will recover! her chest heaves visibly, she breaths,-she speaks, she knows me,-ha! down, down, I say !

Then, with deliberate and damning resolution, -to screen off temporal danger, and count his golden hoards a little longer, — that awful criminal touched the throat again and he turned his head away not to see that horrid face, clutched the swollen gullet with his icy hands, and strangled her once more!

"This time all is safe," said Simon; and having set all smooth as before, he stole up his own chamber.

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