CHAPTER XV .-- More of Whitecraft's Plots and Pranks.
On the Sunday following, Miss Folliard, as was her usual custom, attended divine service at her parish church, accompanied by the virtuous Miss Herbert, who scarcely ever let her for a moment out of her sight, and, in fact, added grievously to the misery of her life.

After service had been concluded, she waited until Mr.Brown had descended from the pulpit, when she accosted him, and expressed a wish to have some private conversation with him in the vestry-room.

To this room they were about to proceed, when Miss Herbert advanced with an evident intention of accompanying them.
"Mr.Brown," said the _Cooleen Bawn_, looking at him significantly, "I wish that our interview should be private." "Certainly, my dear Miss Folliard, and so it shall be.

Pray, who is this lady ?" "I am forced, sir, to call her my maid." Mr.Brown was startled a good deal, not only at the words, but the tone in which they were uttered.
"Madam," said he, "you will please to remain here until your mistress shall return to you, or, if you wish, you can amuse yourself by reading the inscriptions on the tombstones." "Oh, but I have been ordered," replied Miss Herbert, "by her father and another gentleman, not to let her out of my sight." Mr.Brown, understanding that something was wrong, now looked at her more closely, after which, with a withering frown, he said, "I think I know you, madam, and I am very sorry to hear that you are an attendant upon this amiable lady.

Remain where you are, and don't attempt to intrude yourself as an ear-witness to any communication Miss Folliard may have to make to me." The profligate creature and unprincipled spy bridled, looked disdain and bitterness at the amiable clergyman, who, accompanied by our heroine, retired to the vestry.