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'Iulla. he Glllttt, anu tnHll, 1ptllnS
that ii was Il ,lrl,lson of the senses.
Il rrproaclltul. haunting visitation from
the woman the memory of whose lose
could never Sanc.i'y even Il msIrriagr
of necessity and pity. lie tottereu
through the doorway into the next
room.
"l.,lna..'
His voice rang out less vaguely now.
1t WAS 10 wr:ith-no trick of lhc
senses. She WAS ut The threshold of
that hall door now. Her face flashed
llainly. Enthusiastically. across his Wis
ion.
1T is shc-alivc!" he glspcd. "Oh,
can it bc truc:'
AIadly he rushed for the corridor.
The shock of the pcrfcc, recognition,
however. had blinded. confused him.
She had disappeared. and in his excite
ncnt he ran the wrong way. got lost
in incXtrir:,blc side passages of the
hotel and behind the flying fugitive
;. luunycr at the door told an cNrita-
bic story of the fleeing form. and i'll
dic:ltcd the direction in which it had
disappeared.
Not Stuppn. to analyZc his vivid
emotions nor the strange situation i'll
, which his .lcqui,Scenc. to the plradngs
of Beatrice had placed him. Raymond
Marshall thought only of the dead
come back To life with Il great, fcv"risll
joy and wonder
Nainly, however, he secured the vi
cinity. Edna Dcanc had come like Il
phantom and had disappeared like Il
flash.
Jadrd. perpleXr,l. an hour later Ray
mond Marshall started back for the
hotel.
His brow was black With suspicion,
his keenrSt S"nSibilitirS aroused TO the
fcver-pitch of augur! and suspense.
Edna was alive-he was satisfied on
that point. AS he looked back over
tho events of tho past hour, and :eal-
iZcd how he had allowed his despair
and sympathy to lead him into net,
he realized. too. that it might all bc part
of !; plot. The newspaper item was Il
f.lsellood. The siren had again drlrded
him, and now--he was chained to her.
Be her illness stimulation or reality. she
was his legally welded Wife. The
thought that Edna knew and understood
all this drove him frantic. Hot with
hate and excitement. lie rcgaincd the
room ut the hotel IL" would have an
understanding with Beatrice! She
should ut least. tell him the truth
about Edna, and the mystery of her alb
Sercc and rr;lppc:lllnc2.
He paused as he reached the parlor
of the fuitc. a glance into the next
apartment rooted him to the spot. His
father, the false nurse. the strange
minister had departed, but there yet
fingered Doctor Simms, and there, too,
no longer the incumbent. whitc-faced
dying bride, but in all her usual regal
boldncss of beauty, sat Beatrice. con-
vcrsing nnimatcdly with her tool and
colleague in plotting, her cousin, the
| doctor.
Marshall has probably gone home"
| the latter was saying, but | cannot
account for his strange abrupt depart
urc. We will not think of that. how
ever, Beatrice Your scheme has sue
ceetled; you are his wife,
YES" cried Beatrice, triumphantly,
'my fondest hopes have succeeded"
I'VE had better. therefore, hasten
our other arrangements at once. AS l
understand it. you arc to be removed
to my honc:'
"Still posing as the dying invalid,
yes assentcd the crafty Beatrice.
"However little Raymond Marshall
may care for me- he will call daily to
inquire for me. His sympathy will
cause him to do that. lie will sec me
gradually recover. When lie finds he
has married Il well woman instead of
Il dying one he will accept the situa-
ton, and my love will win him to foT>
get Edna. and lie will never know tt :.
plot we have played against him."
| "He knows il uOWt'
The two SchemcrS started back in
dismay. A towering monument of
wrath, their victim suddenly sprang
into view.
In wild, fierce dcnunciation he thrust
the abashed doctor aside. In righteous
indignation he told the appalled, Be.
atrice that she was unlnasked, the full
measure Of her iniquity known.
He almost cursed her in the bitter
ness of his rage. He todd her that if
he fled to the uttermost parts of the
world. her claim upon him as hus
band should be the mcrest mockcry OF
formality, and then unheeding her
frantic appeals of love- he dashed from
the room, not even dcigning to reveal
to her that he had seen Edna Deanr
that he knew her to be alive, realizing
that any appeal to her to tell him truly
what she knew of the poor, prosecuted
child of destiny would not bring {;
truthful response from her false lips.
That night. batlled: distracted, crush
ed. Beatrice sought vainly for the mar
She lovel-at his home. in the village
She could not forget him. So near tc
success. and careless babbblng had
losi her the precious prize.
She fingered ut HE retirement of til,
doctors home for several days; sh,
had him inquire everywhere for Mar
shall, but the latter had mystcriousl,
disappeared from the village.
II shall return home" she told him
with anxious, hagg;lrd face, finally
"At the first trace you secure of hin
write or telegraph me. You got TIL,
marriage certificate from the clergy
man,
DIR. Simms evaded her questionin.
glance.
Not yet" he stammered. but will
, You see, the village clergyman wa
away, and | had to arrange with
, strange minister who lives in anothe
town. will attend to it. Oh, yov
will win Raymond Marshall to YOU
side yet"
Life is torture else" sighed the dis
appointed Beatrice. And that night sh
started back for the home where luz
ury and wealth were Il hollow mock
cry, with her scheme for Raymon,
lIarshall's love failure.
Had she remained one day longer a
Hopedalc, she would have seen Ray
mond Marshall, for he returned twenty
four hours after her departure.
If he was pale, worn, jaded before
he was Il mere shadow of his fOrme
handsome self now He had sough
vainly everywhere for Il trace of i;dn:
Deanc.
Back at the starting point Of his in
vestigation. ere he went to his home
he visited the hotel. He questioned til,
landlord about Miss Leslie" and in
. quircd particularly about Il mystcriou
= visitor on the day of the marriage
y y Il remember now," spoke the Land
y lord. after listening to MarSllalrs story
There WAS strange woman here
" She sat in tho Ladies' p.,rl,, h,,t I,