ecution at once, and sat all day at his desk filling page after page with the history of his past life, which was so bitter to him. He started at first languidly, and as in the performance of an unpleasant but necessary duty. Soon, however, he became interested in it, and took a peculiar pleasure in putting down every minute circumstance which made the case stronger against himself. He dealt with it, not as a criminal, but as a prosecutor, and painted his conduct as much blacker than it really had been. Towards the end of the day, however, after reading over the early sheets, he experienced a revulsion of feeling, seeing how severe he had been on himself, so he wrote a defence upon his conduct, showing that fate had been too strong for him. It was a weak argument to bring forward, but still he felt it was the only one he could make. It was quite dark when he had finished, and while sitting in the twilight, looking dreamily at the sheets scattered all over his desk, he heard a knock at his door, and heard his daughter's voice asking if he was coming to dinner. All day long he had closed his door against every one, but now, his task being ended, he collected all the closely written sheets together, placed them in a drawer of his escritoire, which he locked, and then opened the door.
"Dear papa," cried Madge, as she entered rapidly and threw her arms around his neck, "what have you been doing here all day by yourself?"
"Writing," returned her father laconically, as he gently removed her arms.
"Why, I thought you were ill," she answered, looking at him apprehensively.
"No, dear," he replied, quietly. "Not ill, but worried."
"I knew that dreadful man who came last night had told you something to worry you. Who was he?"
"Oh! a friend of mine," answered Frettlby, with hesitation.
"What—Roger Moreland?"
Her father started.
"How do you know it was Roger Moreland?"
"Oh! Brian recognized him as he went out."
Mark Frettlby hesitated for a few moments, and then busied himself with the papers on his desk, as he replied in a low voice—
