Trouble and care had made Mr. Winston look old before his time. He was only 54, yet his hair and beard were completely grey. He had a kind quiet face and blue eyes, he had a rather wide mouth with a nervous twitch at each corner. He fully returned his daughter's love and considering he had taught her entirely himself she was comparatively cleaver girl. CHAPTER 3 THE SECRET SAFE During all the years Mr. Winston had lived in Kenalham he had only made one friend a Mr. Cyril Sheen. He was thirty years of age and a bachelor. He too had no friends in the village but Mr. Winston, so he was constantly at "Beach Dale." He was very fond of Helen and had often attempted to make love to her, but she was so completely innocent of his intentions that he felt quite bashful and dare not begin. One morning, early in May, Mr. Winston and his daughter were just finishing their breakfast when Marshland came in with a letter which she handed to her master. "A letter?" said Mr. Winston opening his eyes, "who can it be from?" "Business, father I'm sure" replied Helen with a smile. "I think not" said Mr. Winston wisely and he proceeded to tear open the envelope and persue its contents. As he read the letter his face became first thoughtful, then puzzled and then it broke into a smile and lastly Mr. Winston burst into a fit of laughter and took a sip of his untasted tea. He then turned to his daughter for the first time. "Do you know who this is from, Helen?" he said. "No father I don't" answered Helen. "Perhaps it will need a little explanation" replied Mr. Winston. "You have heard me speak of your cousins the Lincarrols haven't you?" "Oh yes I know" said Helen "they are very rich aren't they?" "Yes" said Mr. Winston slowly, "very." "Well father what about them?" said Helen. "Did I ever mention Gladys to you," enquired Mr. Winston. "Oh yes" said Helen, "she is the pretty one isn't she?" "Yes she is quite the "flower of the flock" I belive" replied Mr. Winston; "the others are decidedly plain." "Well what about Gladys?" enquired Helen. "Well she is going to be married shortly, and so she proposes coming here next week for a little while and bring her future husband with her. What do you say to that?" asked Mr. Winston. Helen's pretty face was beaming with novelty and pleasure. "How lovely father" she gasped; I do hope she will be nice." "What about a bedroom for her?" said Mr. Winston. "Oh! there's the little attic in the loft" replied Helen. "I'm sure that is good enough." "What about the furniture for it? at present it is completely bare and full of cobwebs," said Mr. Winston. "I forgot about that," said Helen. "Well she can Have the best bedroom." "Yes" said Mr. Winston "but where is the young man to go?" "What young man?" said Helen. "James Palsey" said Mr. Winston referring to the letter in his hand.