participating in so grand a mission.




THE FATE OF THE HARA DIAMOND.

A Story Re-told.




CHAPTER I.

MY ARRIVAL AT DEEPLEY WALLS.


"Miss Janet Hope,
To the care of Lady Chillington,
Deepley Walls, near Eastbury,
Midlandshire."

"There, miss, I'm sure that will do famously," said Chirper, the
overworked, oldish young person whose duty it was to attend to the
innumerable wants of the young lady boarders of Park Hill Seminary. She
had just written out, in a large sprawling hand, a card as above which
card was presently to be nailed on to the one small box that held the
whole of my worldly belongings.

"And I think, miss," added Chirper, meditatively, as she held out the