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horrible cry, which evidently the couple
heard, for they buried to the gates, to
which their was no lodge, and one of

horrible cry, which evidently the couple
heard, for they hurried to the gates, to
which their was no lodge, and one of
which was open.
They must have seen Chester leaping
towards them, for they ran. He was with
in twenty yards of the couple when they
passed the great gates, which were swung
to with terrible noise. Again Sir Ches-
ter uttereda savage cry, for he knew he
could not open them without the key,
kept in his library, and that while he was
scaling the wall they would escape. He
ran to the gate, and then it must have
been that he tainted When he came to
himself, he saw vaguely in the moonlight.
and lying near him, a small, white object.
He touched it and shuddered. Briefly,
it was a human finger, tatooed with seven
small, purplish stars.
ut was Hever!" he muttered.
The finger had unquestionablv been
caught by the great iron gate, and nipped
off like twig by the immense weight of
the iron acting on the edges of the gate.
How long had they escaped2 In his fall
hiswatch- glass was broken, and the hands
were stopped. He never knew how he
got back to the house.
IF you please, my lady is now in her
room. Here, help!" suddenly cried the
servant He tainted again.
He went to his library, and there he
found the key of the grape-gates still
swinging on its nail.
How can she be back2' he thought.
I saw her take flight"
She looked white when suddenly he
entered her room the first time he had
done so during their married life.
''Have been from the castle. Lady
Bowden?" he asked.
"No." she said, gravely.
BY that time he knew that he had lain
insensible during whole hour near the
gate.
"She must have returned" he said,
"by the gate, and passed carelessly by
my quiet body. She hates me. But why
has she returned?"
Next day he called upon Hever The
reply sent down was that Mr.. Hever was
not we'll, but hoped to be at the ball in
the evening. How he watched fo-
Boleyn Hevers appearance. He came
and Of course gloved. No sign OF the
missing finger.
Sir Chester went up to him smiiingly
on the left, and grasped his left hand.
The glove yielded. The middle finger of
the glove had been stuffed with wool.
They were standing little apart. Still
holding the manned hand, he said:
"You have sinned with my wife. You
fled from me last night; but Heaven
avenged me, and cleft your marked fin
ger from your wicked hand. Dare you
smile?"
Beware! I have always been your
one friend, and last night was more your
friend than ever"
"Hypocrite as we'll as monster. he said
"Do you know what am going to dog
"What?"
"Kill that woman here before her
guests, and, like my father, make an end
to myself"
"And as needlessly, mailman. The
woman you saw came with me to warn
your wife, out of her own experience, to
bear any cruelty YOU might heap upon
her rather than take flight. The poor
creature may or may not have been
guilty, Chester; but she proved her love
for you when she forced herself to see
your wife and save her from such an out
cast life as her own has been for many
years."
Who-who was she?''
"Your mother. Ah!-is there doc
tor here?"
Past earthly help, for Sis Chester Bow
den had fallen forward-dead
But his hands were entreatingly clasp
ed.