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the accents plainly told thati it was the incohe-

the accents plainly told thatit was the incohe-
rent rawlings of delirious man. e8
With afeeling of tender pity such as 1 had
never thought he could again awaken in my
heart, sought his bed, and found it worse than
l expected His right arm lay crushed and
mangled by his side, just as be had been taken
from the battlefield, while his flushed face and
bloodshot eyes told ofthe fever coursing through
his veins 1t was heart-rending, even to me,
bitterly wronged as believed myself to be by
him, to hear his piteous entreaties to me not to
forsake him. He seemed to fancy himself again
on the battlefield wounded, almost dying, and
that could save him but would not. But was
helpless to afford him either aid or comfort now,
and could only stand beside him gazing in pity
upon the wreck of what had once been my strong
and handsome husband until DR.. Bunce drew
me away trt3 8I ie 5000 sr7a.
F" Amputatiou viii be necessary, and it is 10
place for you, % he said kindly 'After it is over
ifyou wish it, you may care for him then"
And did care for him as tenderIy as if my
feelings had been the same towards him as be-
fore that fatal discovery it was very long before
reason returned, but before it returned had de-
cided, with good DR.. Bunce, "that there was
terrible mistake somewhere" Myron Glare had
never been false to me; his incoherent rawlings
had convinced me of that, and only waited the
return ofreason for the explanation felt sure
he could give.
At last when the first cool days of autumn
came, he awoke to the consciousness that the
Annie he had called SO wildly for was beside
him. The look of pleasure which oyerspread
his face as he recognized me fully repaid me
for all of my care; but it suddenly changed to
one ofpain and dsmay he attempted to raise
his arm, and for the first time discovered his loss
tried to speak, but tears choked my utteranee
al -
g 1t is all right, if it gives my Annie back to
me, " he said, in low feeble tones.
l could only answer fervently, "God grant it
has been the means of bringing us together for
some good purpose"
The doctor had forbidden all conversation
when he should become conscious, so the expla-
nation so earnestly desired by both was necessa-
rly deferred until strength was partially restored
to his wasted frame.
week later and his returning strength ad-
mitted of that explanation. | told my story,
watching curiously the shades of surprise and
anger which swept alternately across his face.
''To whom did you shaw the letters and pic
ture ~ he asked, as l concluded.
"Cyril Dart" | answered.
''Who telegraphed to Chicago for you?"
"Cyril Dart"
"Whom did you send to New York;"
"Cyril Dart, " l still answered.
Anu OyTlI Datl prOCuItu your uiNOICe anu
afterwards asked you to marry him ?"
l looked up in surprise.
Chow did you know thatP'
"Because it is the only thing necessary to
complete the chain of evidence against him. 1t
reveals the motive of all. Cyril Dart placed
those articles in my desk for the very purpose
which was accomplished by them; and when he
brought you those messages from CHICAGO and
New York he was successfully carrying out his
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! was there at the time he pretended to do so.
do not believe he visited New York, or, if he
did, he never saw me there, for I never entered
that city during my absence. 1t was plot skill
fully laid to seperate us; you can see as well as
what his motive was"
''And was his dupe," said in bitter self-re-
proach. "Oh, Myron, can you forgive me the
sorrow l have caused your
~ have nothing to forgive he answered ten
derly; "you were more sinned against than sim
ming. But perhaps it is better as it is, he ad-
ded bitterly. 81 am but poor wreck at best
now you are better off free p
ooh, Myron, | said reproachfully, ''you are
unjust towards me. Were you ten times more
helpless than you now are | would ask but one
thing-take me back once more, and let my fu-
ture conduct prove my penitence for the almost
fatal mistake | have made"
My cause needed little pleading and that
night kneeling beside his lowly hospital bed,
spoke again the words which made me Myron
Clare wife, responding earnestly, in heart to
the words "what God has joined together let no
man put asunder."
A few weeks after Ireturned home, accompan-
led by my husband, who, though still pale and
weak, was fast recovering health and strength.
In informing my friends of my intended return
had made no mention of my husband, SO | was
not surprised to find Cyril Dart awaiting my ar
rival His words of welcome were cut short
when presented the pale, crippled soldier be-
side me-whom he had failedto recognize-with
.he simple words ''My husband" He recognized
him then; and if 1 had ever doubted his villainy
l was convinced of it now, as / saw the look of
hatred and disappointment which swept over his
face as he turned suddenly and left us. | have
never seen him since; l hope l never may.
The world gossipped as usual, and wondered
how l could marry man MANNED and crippled
for life, from whom had parted when in health
and strength but l never satisfied their curiosi-
ty, for knew it was the last tine they would
have any such thing to wonder at in my affairs
for if there is another divorce obtained Myron
Glare will apply for it, | am sure shall not.
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MARSHAL NEY's DEATH ScENE.-The vengeance
of the Allied Powers demanded some Victims
and the intrepid Ney, who had well nigh put the
crown again on the head of Bonaparte at Wa
terloo was to be one of them. Condemned TO
be shot, he was led to the Garden of Luxemburg,
on the morning of the 7th of December, and
placed in front of file of soldiers drawn up in