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A Short Serial Story of an Unusual Inheritance and a
( hamiiny Love Kpisode That Revolved About It
CHAPTER V—Continued.
Xora felt a strange, warmth at her
heart as she turned back. So they
were to be friends—this new cous
in and she—and perhaps later un
she might find some way of making
to him in some small measure for
• past. She was still engrossed in
,ing to find some feasible means
or doing what she wanted to do when
she reached the Hall and found Mr.
George Harton awaiting her.
Neither Mr. Harton nor business
was much to her taste. She found
lawyer with a pile of legal-look-
• documents before him.
I believe we shall require your
signature to nearly all of these. Miss
Burnett.” he said, when Nora had
greeted him. “Shall I read them over
to you. or would you rather I left
them for a day or two so that you
can go over them at your leisure?”
Dismay.
Nora looked at the mass of papers
.with unconcealed dials
up
the
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of
the
ing
“Oh, I don’t know! I should not
understand them, I am sure. I think
I will take your .word for it that
they are all right.”
“Ah, I am afraid I cannot assent
to that!" Mr. Harton smiled in the
ingratiating fashion that Nora de
tested. “Gratifying indeed is the trust
in me such a course would imply;
but, as your legal adviser, my dear
Miss Burnett, it is my duty to tell
you that you should never sign any
thing until you have read it. Sir
James was always most particular on
this point—at least in my time. In
my predecessor's—well, perhaps it
would have been better if Sir James
had been more careful."
“Your predecessor?” For a moment
Nora did not understand him; this
his meaning flashed upon her. and
her tone grew' haughty. “What do
you ntean-?" she asked.
Mr. Harton still smiled; his crafty
eyes watched the girl's face slyly.
“I spoke of my predecessor in ibe
management of the estate*” he ex
plained, smoothly—“Mr. Bruce Hart
ley. Of course you are aware—you
must be—that fciir James had reason
to be seriously displeased with him.
As Sir James' successor, I may tell
you in strict confidence that it was
over this very thing—as you will
probably see from Sir James’ pa
pers. He induced Sir James to put
his signature to a cheque under the
belief that he was signing a paper
about the estate.”
"What?” Nora rose to her feet.
“You say Bruce Hartley did that? It
is a lie! Oh, you may think it is true!
I do not know, but it is a lie all the
same! And when you repeat such
slander to me. Mr. Harton. I think
you forget that Mr. Bruce Hartley Is
my cousin.”
“Rather a distant one.” the lawyer
replied, with a sneer, a soot, of crim
son^ appearing for a moment on his
sallow cheeks. “But I must apolo
gize. T had no idea ”
“T accept your apology,” Nora said,
vary coldly, “and the more readily
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because I now see that the wisest
course for me to adopt will be to ask
Mr. Bruce Hartley, who understands
all the business of the estate, to go
through these papers and explain
them to me. So you will leave them
for a day or two, Mr. Harton.”
CHAPTER VI.
ORK invitations! What pop
ular people we are becom
ing, auntie!” Nora was
cutting op*en the envelopes of her
morning post daintily. “A dance at
the Greys’. I shall like that. At
home at Lady Henson's. ’Lord and
Lady Wickham request the pleasure
of ' Faugh!”
She fl eked the card away from her.
Miss Theo laughed.
“You are a good hater. Nora. But
I can't say that I feel drawn to Lady
Wickham, notwithstanding her beau
ty. She strikes one as being artifi
cial and insincere.”
“She im a cat, a* 1 think X have
remarked before!” Nora said, uncom
promisingly. “And as for Lord Wick
ham, he makes my flesh creep every
time he looks at me with those hor
rible leering eyes of his. 1 suppose
as they have given as such long no
tice—a fortnight—we can’t refuse
their invitation, auntie?”
"No, my dear. I think not, unless
you want to quarrel with them alto
gether. And that might be awkward
on account of ”
“On account of what?” Nora in
quired, as Miss Theo paused.
“Well. I was going to say on ac
count of the affair with Bruce Hart
ley.” Miss Theo said, hesitatingly.
“But I really don’t know what dif
ference that makes."
“Nor dg I." Nora agreed, emphati
cally. “If Bruce had married her. I
might have had to keep friendly with
his wife. As it is, I don’t care a
straw- what she says.”
Miss Theo sighed.
“I don’t know whether that is quite
wise. Nora.” she said*
But Nora did not wait to hear more.
Pushing her letters into an untidy
heap on (he table, she ran out of the
room.
Miss Theo sighed again. She was
not altogether at ease about Nora.
The girl was restless and dissatisfied.
Sometimes Miss Theo was inclined to
think the young mistress of Dray-
cot was not as happy as the girl who
had moved lightly about the little
house in Stoke Newington, making
the best of things. If a faint suspi
cion of the cause of the girl’s unrest
did sometimes occur to Miss Theo.
she thrust it from her decidedly. No!
Fate surely would not play Nora such
a trick as that.
Meanwhile Nora had hurried up to
her room, and, deciding that it was a
lovely morning for a ride, had
(.hanged into her habit. ^
Since coming to Dravcot -lie U
been having riding lesso
though by no means ai
woman, she was r
l with a aruam in
had a natural love of horses, and so
far had refused to have the motor
car that Mr. George Harton had ap
parently set his mind on procuring
for her.
It was a lovely early autumn morn
ing; though the sunshine was bright
and clear, there was a chill touch in
the wind.
Nora’* Thought*.
It was onlj’ lately that Nora had
ventured ou f of the park; this morn
ing she set off at a sedate trot down
the avenue, but before reaching the
gate she changed her mind, and de
cided to go out by the South Lodge
on the other side of the park and
make her way to Thornhill, where
some cottages of hers were being re
paired, and she turned her horse
across the grass. It was delightful
canter alone, feeling the frc|h air
her cheeks, the soft turf beneath
lorse’s feet.