" Why did he Dot go to Leeds by Acomb? Perhaps because he didn't want Mrs. Moorerott to know anything about the aflair. Yes, that must be it. Strange that he didn't Bend a message to me, though; perhaps he hadn't time. Well, I shall perhaps see him in Leeds this week,

" As soon as his master's back was turned Hargreaves must have begun a carouse. He's a drunken character that -raised up evidently with Haxton in forgery and crime. After this-when I tell Mr, Millsom what I have found out hewilPget rid of the man. I suppose Mr, Millsom will give up the weaving business when he becomes master of the Black Bull. The wedding day draws on apace-when will mine be, I wonder!" So reflecting, Tom went up the hill, Bnd presently he met Mrs. Wallace, landlady of the Crown Inn, whom he knew well. " Good day to you, Mr. Aahton," cried Mr. Wallace, a pleasant-faced, talkative lady. " Why are yoa not at church to day ?» "Well, I think I might ask you the same question, Mrs. Wallace," replied Tom. " I went out to Mlllsom's Mill to see Mr. Millsom, but he is not at home." " No," Baid Mrs. Wallace with a Rmile. " He went to Acomb yesterday to stay over the Sunday. Oh, you young men and your sweethearts!" " He didn't go to Acomb," put in Tom. " Yes he did," went on Mrs. Wallace; " lie's on his way to Letds, and he's to stay at the Black Bull, and go on with your coach to morrow morning." " Oh, no," said Tom, then, checked himself. Perhaps, after all, this waß quite correct; perhaps Mr. Millsom had arrived at the Black Bull last night after he iTom) had .left. But why should I la'greaves, say that his master had not gem- by Acomb ? Perhaps Mr, Millsom had deceived Hargreaves for some rea son. Any way, Tom would learn the truth when he got back, "You see," said tho lively Mrß. 