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Went the Cocoanut AN OLD MAN'S WILL <G> <ID <a> <a> 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 try 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 a !\ ? T‘ ivl 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.