Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 17: what you’re looking at

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eritically. “T reckon I'd better take care of these things,” he said, thoughtfully; ‘and, my lad, you and IT will keep still about what we’ve found. ’Twon't do to let it be known that we’ve got anything so valuable here. I’ll lock the things away for awhile; then, one of these days, we'll look them over again by apa and decide what'll be best to do with ein,” “Allright, grandfather. I won’t say a word to any- body about them,” Percy quietly returned, and the keeper felt sure that the secret would be perfectly safe in his keeping. He realized the moment that he saw those precious stones and that ingeniously contrived belt, which was, doubtless, filled with gold coin, that a weighty responsibility had fallen upon him. He knew that the necklace must be worth several hundred pounds, and that a large sum of money was packed away in the belt. He passed into the small parlor leading from the kitchen, and locked both treasures up in a large, old- fashioned desk that. had been an heir-loom in the family for nearly a hundred years. Then he weut back to the child, “What is your naine, pretty one?” he asked, gently stroking her silken hair with his hard hand, “Pet,” she apswered, studying his honest face with her innocent blue eyes. “That cau’t be her real name, can it?” the keeper asked of his grandson. “Haven't you got any other name, little girl?” Percy asked. She smiled up at him arehly, and nodded,ber pretty headinamerry way. SPC orn pose ty —