Will of the Mill - George Manville Fenn

There was another spell of silence before Mr Willows spoke again.

“Forgive, my boy,” he said, “as I hope to be forgiven. What did he say when he believed he was a dying man—that he was mad? Those must have been the words of truth.”

They were, for the time passed on, and as the new mill rose, James Drinkwater was one of the busiest hands, restoring the place to its old working state, a man completely changed, the most faithful worker about the establishment.

“It is our joint secret, Will, my boy,” said his father. “Let it rest.”

And it has rested until now, when, long years after the Drinkwaters have been laid to their rest, and Manners, the artist, has ceased to visit the beautiful vale, the story of Will of the Mill is told.

The End.