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put on his hat and walked from the
house like one in dream, his lips
firmly set, but sick at heart.
He went straight to the seminary
There was that in his heart so manly,
so straightforward, SO inclined % doubt
the falsity of the woman he had so
blindly trusted, despite the terrible evi-
dence in his hands, that, though the
meeting killed him, he was determined
to have the matter settled now and
finally.
He would demand to see Edna-he
would show her the letters His philan-
thropic friends had more than once told
him that all Womankind were changing
butterflies of sentiment. If she had
indeed only played with his heart he
would leave her presence and the place
forever; without n word accept the bit
ter lesson as a warning against trusting
all humanity, and in silence and dis
tance wait for the end of a life blight
ed, profitless, uncomfortable.
A servant admitted him and took his
card to the lady principal. Miss Chand-
Ter looked serious as she entered the
room, but greeted him with the genial
ity she always bestowed on Edna's
friends. She started at the sight of his
WIelCueu ldCe, however.
Miss Chandler" he spoke In his mis-.
cry and agitation, neglecting to take
her proffered hand, II wish to see Edna
Miss Dean"
"Edna?" calculated the lady princi-
pal, wonderingly. why! did you not
know"
Know whatY' he demanded, sharp
ly, his heart taking a new alarm.
"phat she is gomez"
Gomez" he repeated blankly. Gone?
When, where, with whom?"
"She left us last evening. Poor, dear
Edna; her happy school life is over,
and-why, Mr.. Marshallr'
He had arisen to his feet at her first
startling words. He felt his senses reel
ing now and swayed where he stood.
The sight of such vivid emotion in a
strong man alarmed the gentle lady.
Go on!' he choked out waving his
hand agitatedly. IT'S nothing. The
shock, the suddenness--"
Surely she wrote you that she was
going?"
No. That is. You say she went last
EVENING""
''Yes."
"Alone? Why did she leave so alb
ruptly?
His heart hung on the reply. Miss
Chambers face fell.
Mr.. Marshall" she said, in a low,
subdued tone, you must not ask me. I
have pledged myself to make no expla=
nations. In fact, 1 know very little.
She left in safe hands, of that | am
assured, and she will never return to
Hopedale. 1t has depressed us all; but
surely she will soon write to you and
explain
Miss Chandler 1 must know where
Edna Deane has gone. You must tell
me more!"
His voice was husky, but it bore @
ring of sharp, laeerating anguish.
Il cannot. never broke q promise
once made, Mr.. Marshall" spoke the
lady, with dignity. You may see Miss
Mercer, if you choose. She was Edna's
most intimate friend She may have
the right to tell you, but l cannot. Edna
may have left a message with her.
ALLOW me to speak with her, please -
How strained and unnatural were his
tones! How like man marching to
his doom he followed Miss Chandler
down the broad hall and to the door of
the office of the seminary.
Miss Mercer is in there alone, /
Think spoke Miss Chandler. "Yes.
Beatrice, Mr.. Marshall"
And the principal opened the door
and closed it upon Raymond Marshall
and the woman he so disliked and dis
trusted.