that　the　six　weeks　of　her　stay　had　expirednow　that　the　day　had
  really　arrived；　on　the　evening　of　which　the　first　story　was　to　be
  read；　I　began　to　calculate　the　chances　of　failure　as　well　as　the
  chances　of　success。　What　if　my　own　estimate　of　the　interest　of
  the　stories　turned　out　to　be　a　false　one？　What　if　some　unforeseen
  accident　occurred　to　delay　my　son's　return　beyond　ten　days？
  The　arrival　of　the　newspaper　had　already　become　an　event　of　the
  deepest　importance　to　me。　Unreasonable　as　it　was　to　expect　any
  tidings　of　George　at　so　early　a　date；　I　began；　nevertheless；　on
  this　first　of　our　days　of　suspense；　to　look　for　the　name　of　his
  ship　in　the　columns　of　telegraphic　news。　The　mere　mechanical　act
  of　looking　was　some　relief　to　my　overstrained　feelings；　although
  I　might　have　known；　and　did　know；　that　the　search；　for　the
  present；　could　lead　to　no　satisfactory　result。
  Toward　noon　I　shut　myself　up　with　my　collection　of　manuscripts　to
  revise　them　for　the　last　time。　Our　exertions　had　thus　far
  produced　but　six　of　the　necessary　ten　stories。　As　they　were　only；
  however；　to　be　read；　one　by　one；　on　six　successive　evenings；　and
  as　we　could　therefore　count　on　plenty　of　leisure　in　the　daytime；
  I　was　in　no　fear　of　our　failing　to　finish　the　little　series。
  Of　the　six　completed　stories　I　had　written　two；　and　had　found　a
  third　in　the　form　of　a　collection　of　letters　among　my　papers。
  Morgan　had　only　written　one；　and　this　solitary　contribution　of
  his　had　given　me　more　trouble　than　both　my　own　put　together；　in
  consequence　of　the　perpetual　intrusion　of　my　brother's
  eccentricities　in　every　part　of　his　narrative。　The　process　of
  removing　these　quaint　turns　and　frisks　of　Morgan's　humorwhich；
  however　amusing　they　might　have　been　in　an　essay；　were　utterly
  out　of　place　in　a　story　appealing　to　suspended　interest　for　its
  effectcertainly　tried　my　patience　and　my　critical　faculty　（such
  as　it　is）　more　severely　than　any　other　part　of　our　literary
  enterprise　which　had　fallen　my　share。
  Owen's　investigations　among　his　papers　had　supplied　us　with　the
  two　remaining　narratives。　One　was　contained　in　a　letter；　and　the
  other　in　the　form　of　a　diary；　and　both　had　been　received　by　him
  directly　from　the　writers。　Besides　these　contributions；　he　had
  undertaken　to　help　us　by　some　work　of　his　own；　and　had　been
  engaged　for　the　last　four　days　in　molding　certain　events　which
  had　happened　within　his　personal　knowledge　into　the　form　of　a
  story。　His　extreme　fastidiousness　as　a　writer　interfered；
  however；　so　seriously　with　his　progress　that　he　was　still　sadly
  behindhand；　and　was　likely；　though　less　heavily　burdened　than
  Morgan　or　myself；　to　be　the　last　to　complete　his　allotted　task。
  Such　was　our　position；　and　such　the　resources　at　our　command；
  when　the　first　of　the　Ten　Days　dawned　upon　us。　Shortly　after　four
  in　the　afternoon　I　completed　my　work　of　revision；　numbered　the
  manuscripts　from　one　to　six　exactly　as　they　happened　to　lie　under
  my　hand；　and　inclosed　them　all　in　a　portfolio；　covered　with
  purple　morocco；　which　became　known　from　that　time　by　the　imposing
  title　of　The　Purple　Volume。
  Miss　Jessie　returned　from　her　expedition　just　as　I　was　tying　the
  strings　of　the　portfolio；　and；　womanlike；　instantly　asked　leave
  to　peep　inside；　which　favor　I；　manlike；　positively　declined　to
  grant。
  As　soon　as　dinner　was　over　our　guest　retired　to　array　herself　in
  magnificent　evening　costume。　It　had　been　arranged　that　the
  readings　were　to　take　place　in　her　own　sitting…room；　and　she　was
  so　enthusiastically　desirous　to　do　honor　to　the　occasion；　that
  she　regretted　not　having　brought　with　her　from　London　the　dress
  in　which　she　had　been　presented　at　court　the　year　before；　and　not
  having　borrowed　certain　materials　for　additional　splendor　which
  she　briefly　described　as　〃aunt's　diamonds。〃
  Toward　eight　o'clock　we　assembled　in　the　sitting…room；　and　a
  strangely　assorted　company　we　were。　At　the　head　of　the　table；
  radiant　in　silk　and　jewelry；　flowers　and　furbelows；　sat　The　Queen
  of　Hearts；　looking　so　handsome　and　so　happy　that　I　secretly
  congratulated　my　absent　son　on　the　excellent　taste　he　had　shown
  in　falling　in　love　with　her。　Round　this　bright　young　creature
  （Owen；　at　the　foot　of　the　table；　and　Morgan　and　I　on　either　side）
  sat　her　three　wrinkled；　gray…headed；　dingily…attired　hosts；　and
  just　behind　her；　in　still　more　inappropriate　companionship；
  towered　the　spectral　figure　of　the　man　in　armor；　which　had　so
  unaccountably　attracted　her　on　her　arrival。　This　strange　scene
  was　lighted　up　by　candles　in　high　and　heavy　brass　sconces。　Before
  Jessie　stood　a　mighty　china　punch…bowl　of　the　olden　time；
  containing　the　folded　pieces　of　card；　inside　which　were　written
  the　numbers　to　be　drawn；　and　before　Owen　reposed　the　Purple
  Volume　from　which　one　of　us　was　to　read。　The　walls　of　the　room
  were　hung　all　round　with　faded　tapestry；　the　clumsy　furniture　was
  black　with　age；　and；　in　spite　of　the　light　from　the　sconces；　the
  lofty　ceiling　was　almost　lost　in　gloom。　If　Rembrandt　could　have
  painted　our　background；　Reynolds　our　guest；　and　Hogarth
  ourselves；　the　picture　of　the　scene　would　have　been　complete。
  When　the　old　clock　over　the　tower　gateway　had　chimed　eight；　I
  rose　to　inaugurate　the　proceedings　by　requesting　Jessie　to　take
  one　of　the　pieces　of　card　out　of　the　punch…bowl；　and　to　declare
  the　number。
  She　laughed；　then　suddenly　became　frightened　and　serious；　then
  looked　at　me；　and　said；　〃It　was　dreadfully　like　business；〃　and
  then　entreated　Morgan　not　to　stare　at　her；　or；　in　the　present
  state　of　her　nerves；　she　should　upset　the　punch…bowl。　At　last　she
  summoned　resolution　enough　to　take　out　one　of　the　pieces　of　card
  and　to　unfold　it。
  〃Declare　the　number；　my　dear；〃　said　Owen。
  〃Number　Four；〃　answered　Jessie；　making　a　magnificent　courtesy；
  and　beginning　to　look　like　herself　again。
  Owen　opened　the　Purple　Volume；　searched　through　the　manuscripts；
  and　suddenly　changed　color。　The　cause　of　his　discomposure　was
  soon　explained。　Malicious　fate　had　assigned　to　the　most　diffident
  individual　in　the　company　the　trying　responsibility　of　leading
  the　way。　Number　Four　was　one　of　the　two　narratives　which　Owen　had
  found　among　his　own　papers。
  〃I　am　almost　sorry；〃　began　my　eldest　brother；　confusedly；　〃that
  it　has　fallen　to　my　turn　to　read　first。　I　hardly　know　which　I
  distrust　most；　myself　or　my　story。〃
  〃Try　and　fancy　you　are　in　the　pulpit　again；〃　said　Morgan；
  sarcastically。　〃Gentlemen　of　your　cloth；　Owen；　seldom　seem　to
  distrust　themselves　or　their　manuscripts　when　they　get　into　that
  position。〃
  〃The　fact　is；〃　continued　Owen；　mildly　impenetrable　to　his
  brother's　cynical　remark；　〃that　the　little　thing　I　am　going　to
  try　and　read　is　hardly　a　story　at　all。　I　am　afraid　it　is　only　an
  anecdote。　I　became　possessed　of　the　letter　which　contains　my
  narrative　under　these　circumstances。　At　the　time　when　I　was　a
  clergyman　in　London；　my　church　was　attended　for　some　months　by　a
  lady　who　was　the　wife　of　a　large　farmer　in　the　country。　She　had
  been　obliged　to　come　to　town；　and　to　remain　there　for　the　sake　of
  one　of　her　children；　a　little　boy；　who　required　the　best　medical
  advice。〃
  At　the　words　〃medical　advice〃　Morgan　shook　his　head　and　growled
  to　himself　contemptuously。　Owen　went　on：
  〃While　she　was　attending　in　this　way　to　one　child；　his　share　in
  her　love　was　unexpectedly　disputed　by　another；　who　came　into　the
  world　rather　before　his　time。　I　baptized　the　baby；　and　was　asked
  to　the　little　christening　party　afterward。　This　was　my　first
  introduction　to　the　lady；　and　I　was　very　favorably　impressed　by
  her；　not　so　much　on　account　of　her　personal　appearance；　for　she
  was　but　a　little　wo　man　and　had　no　pretensions　to　beauty；　as　on
  account　of　a　certain　simplicity；　and　hearty；　downright　kindness
  in　her　manner；　as　well　as　of　an　excellent　frankness　and　good
  sense　in　her　conversation。　One　of　the　guests　present；　who　saw　how
  she　had　interested　me；　and　who　spoke　of　her　in　the　highest　terms；
  surprised　me　by　inquiring　if　I　should　ever　have　supposed　that
  quiet；　good…humored　little　woman　to　be　capable　of　performing　an
  act　of　courage　which　would　have　tried　the　nerves　of　the　boldest
  man　in　England？　I　naturally　enough　begged　for　an　explanation；　but
  my　neighbor　at　the　table　only　smiled　and　said；　'If　you　can　find
  an　opportunity；　ask　her　what　happened　at　The　Black　Cottage；　and
  you　will　hear　something　that　will　astonish　you。'　I　acted　on　the
  hint　as　soon　as　I　had　an　opportunity　of　speaking　to　her
  privately。　The　lady　answered　that　it　was　too　long　a　story　to　tell
  then；　and　explained；　on　my　suggesting　that　she　should　relate　it
  on　some　future　day；　that　she　was　about　to　start　for　her　country
  home　the　next　morning。　'But；'　she　was　good　enough　to　add；　'as　I
  have　been　under　great　obligations　to　you　for　many　Sundays　past；
  and　as　you　seem　interested　in　this　matter；　I　will　employ　my　first
  leisure　time　after　my　return　in　telling　you　by　writing；　instead
  of　by　word　of　mouth；　what　really　happened　to　me　on　one　memorable
  night　of　my　life　in　The　Black　Cottage。'
  〃She　faithfully　performed　her　promise。　In　a　fortnight　afterward　I
  received　from　her　the　narrative　which　I　am　now　about　to　read。〃
  BROTHER　OWEN'S　STORY
  OF
  THE　SIEGE　OF　THE　BLACK　COTTAGE。
  To　begin