no TIIE WEST SHORE. our ny up ihc uoaLUin trail, Edith Mason, her sa !! hU rnUrd, and mywlf, and htood breide the grave tUt l.re Jir M&aon'a name alx;ve it Tlf )T little wife knelt and rested her pale tnrt'homl on Iho rough stone wall. I turned away. Whihfr was prayinp, or recalling happy, by iptM low, I could not tell; I only knew that to look BIn lifT Mrrow WM In fwl mc unnl pnmnm witli guilty n-rnorM', I walked away and eat down on a tnm cxoTCi rock ly the bank of the stream, looking down, with eyca tlmt saw not, upon the lovely, undu Uting valloy that lay far Mow, like a beautiful paint ing, in ( miftty frame of encircling mountains. AfWr a lime Mm Maon joined me, and stood for moment regarding the scene with silent, rapt I'-rnnity; then, turning to me, she said, slowly- "Ihoro ii Romethinff emmWv hunfifni ; II'"kU f l-ig laid to mt in a stony grave, high ffl"K the M rapgo.1, eternal monntnion with each a that loath, ,d BMgl)t bat mvi "J bm . U canopy ll0V(, j, ''If' 1'l!lli,,1,01ryi,Wii fnly it tnmty corner n l f.;i u .1 , J ta altnimt nrry that I camp; lnt cow that I am here ft -'!' -Mo would hnt m 1 t-) (hew word, liko one but half awake .Iu ,U,ri,,B,liBto " l- that ' . 7,,1"li,,g f lal8 '"ii- .I,,!, , " ; B Mfil hundred,, 'l'-l.),w,,,in. '", no J the ,no of that '"'llllgUfl 1)0, I r. I "K I- the n-...; .'"I1 t('r Dlninn ; I'f UlrB fr .,., ,. "ul 1 W not; I hd ,im. Uiseaorf. 1 f"t Hone to I tort! ttr ftwl , a to noUee rnv Wmw 'Wlj rtortwo Mason," I reflected, desperately, "if I could but get my hands on you, I'd make you face this music." One thing was quite clear, and needed no debate in my mind Roy Mason's whereabouts must be as! certained without loss of time, and he must be made aware of the state of affairs. Bnl in flm ti' what could I do to prevent, or at least, delay, the opening of the grave! Acting upon a swift impulse, I turned, w'th an. other lie upon my lips, to the poor, defenseless nn" suspicious nine woman at my side. "Mrs. Mason, I trust I have misinterpreted the meaning of your last words. I hope it is not youi in. tention to to remove your husband's remains." She turned and looked at me wonderingly, with eyes blue as the heavens above, clear and pure as the limpid waters that tinkled over the pebbles at our feet " Why, certainly, Mr. Blake." ata Iy, that is what I came for. I thought you under, stood." I groaned inwardly, but outwardly adjusted my mask for the part I was compelled to play. Assum. mg an expression of sorrowful commiseration, I laid my hand on hers, and said " Then, my poor lm hecQms painful duty to tell vnn ffiof i """v uu umyuosoDy viola mg the last wish of your husband." bhe started, and shrank, as if hurt Then he-did not wish ine to-take him home?" Ao he did not," I answered, firmly, while my lfed hf " Fre me hirto, I have o t en entirely frank with you. The truth is, that an 1 T I, i Dmm near Bml ar friends, afd to l n hA ip8 8 Ustory of bi9 "4 V Sl eTf f bI'e89 her' There is bnt 0M "V he b 1 J" fr0m the ea"i"g ctai-8 that bind Edeat";8' i8 at last- w"Un aygraep. Er, m I re'!r br- Md that i9 ar at hand strl l ? '6 B0Mtttin 6id. ere the little for no aortal f-.Let D0 oae distwb T "P She ... , , me a &met mausolenm.' " Me but t 8 f'?ight iDt e'e wHIe 1 "ftl,'f.OI,ted,,P Blake, "S1 WOrd8 refeired t0 me- Mr- tarb him? d " he was not to di- rainier th8 tear8' aot t0 ar the vibra- ht? vhftTr , yho else could he have I removal?" el8ewoilld be likely to undertake his