Drawing herself up, she was about to speak, when Grace exclaimed: "Don't say a word, Eleanor, until you hear what I have to say.

I came here to-night to discuss a very personal matter with you, but something so strange has happened that I must defer what I had to say until another time and ask you if you will help me to-night." "I don't understand," said Eleanor coldly.

"Please explain yourself." "Eleanor," Miss Nevin interposed, "Miss Harlowe is evidently very much agitated over something, therefore do not waste time over useless formality.

I knew you, my dear, from the picture I saw of you at Mrs.
Gray's," she added, turning to Grace, with a winning smile, that caused the young girl to love her immediately.
"Eleanor," said Grace quickly, "I have found the bazaar money that was stolen Thanksgiving night." "Found it!" exclaimed Eleanor incredulously.

"Where ?" "At the old haunted house," replied Grace.
Then she rapidly narrated the story of her walk, her curiosity as to the light, and the sight that it had revealed to her.
Eleanor and her aunt listened without interrupting.
"When I saw him put the money away and leave the house, I felt that he wouldn't try it again until daylight, so I came straight here," Grace continued.