Yes, that was what Druey had always called her—Druey, who had stood by her through evil report and unkindness, and to whom she had solemnly given over the care of Calista. Suppose that when she got home she should find Calista dead, or scared into insanity! Miss Priscilla was as angry at herself as she had been at Calista. She thought matters over, and decided, with a great pang, that she would give up the contest, let the will be proved, and say no more about it. She had counted on Miss Druett's ready money to carry on her schemes with Jael and her husband, but then she could sell out some bank-stock. Then another cold misgiving crossed her mind. She had already let these people have two or three hundred dollars. Suppose they should be robbing and cheating her all the time! But she could not and would not believe that. No, the treasure was there, and she would have it! She would coax Calista to join with her: Calista was always lucky in finding things! Yes, that would be the best plan. That Calista should refuse to be governed or coaxed, that she should feel any lasting resentment for the way she had been treated, never entered Miss Priscilla's head. Full of these thoughts, she stopped at Cassius's gate and called for Chloe. Instead of Chloe, came out old Sally. Was ever anything so unlucky! Cassius had been obliged to drive into town, and Chloe had gone with him and expected to spend the night with Mrs. Fabian's Miranda. Cassius would most likely stay to meeting, seeing he was there, and so would not come home till late. This was worse and worse. Then Chloe would find out that Calista had not gone away with Mr. Fabian. And what was she to do for supper? David declared he could not and would not drive Jeff another step, and the farm horses were away off down in the pasture. But then there was Calista! No doubt the poor child was hungry enough by this time, and for once she might get just what she liked for supper. It was not without an uncomfortable feeling that Miss Priscy ascended the stairs to the attic story, and, unlocking the door, called— "Calista!" Then, as no answer came, "Calista, child, take the things away from the door and let me come in; I want to speak to you! Don't be afraid. I am not angry, though you have been a naughty girl. Come, let me in!" Still no answer. Exerting her strength, Miss Priscilla pushed away the heavy chair which Calista had left standing against the door, and entered. The room was empty. Everything was in its usual state, except that Calista's trunks were gone. Much alarmed, she searched the house over, but every door was locked and every window fastened. Calista was nowhere to be seen. Leaving her to her own reflections, we will follow the fortunes of our heroine. Calista's sleep was broken and restless till near morning, but then she fell asleep and did not wake till near ten o'clock.