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| would not bring truthful response
| from her false lips.
That night, baffled, distracted, crushed,
Beatrice sought vainly for the man she
| loved-at his home, in the village. She
| could not forget him. So near to sue
cess, and careless babbling had lost her
the precious prize.
| She fingered at the retirement of the
Doctors home for several days; she
had him inquire everywhere for Mar
shall, but the latter had mysteriously
disappeared from the village.
Il shall return home," she told him
with anxious, haggard face, finally.
AT the first trace you secure OF him
write or telegraph me. You got the
marriage certificate from the clergy
man."
| DR.. simms evaded her questioning
glance.
Not yet" he stammered, "but I will.
You see, the village clergyman was
away, and I had to arrange with a
strange minister who lives in another
town. I will attend to it. Oh, you
will win Raymond Marshall to your side
yet"
Life is torture else," sighed the dis
appointed Beatrice. And that night she
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and wealth were hollow mockery,
| with her scheme for Raymond Mar
shall's love failure.
Had she remained one day longer at
Hopedale, she would have seen Ray
mond Marshall, for he returned twenty
four hours after her departure.
II he was pale, worn, jaded before,
he was mere shadow Of his former
handsome self now He had sought
vainly everywhere for a trace of Edna
Deane.
Back at the starting-point of his in
vestigation, ere he went to his home, he
visited Che hotel. He questioned the
landlord about Miss Leslie, and in
quired particularly about a mysterious
visitor on the day of the marriage
Il remember now" spoke the land
lord, after listening to MARSHALL s story.
There was strange woman here. She
sat in the ladies' parlor, but she disap-
found little sachel there the next
morning"
"A sachel!" calculated Marshall Gag
erly, can L see it,"
The article was produced. Disap-
pointedly Marshall glanced over the
few collars and handkerchiefs it con-
tanned. They little resembled the
dainty neckwear of his Edna. AS he
noted in red ink on the inside of the
sachel an address, however, he decided
that it might have belonged to Edna,
that it might possibly be clue.
The address was that Of farmer,
John Blake. The next afternoon, Ray
mond Marshall knocked at the door Of
the humble cottage that had sheltered
his lost darling the night of the snow
storm.
To her it had been haven of safety
and peace, to him it became the portals
OF a paradise Of hope and love, as within
ten minutes he knew all the truth.
Yes, he had located Edna at last!
Mrs. Blake had told him all she knew
He could patch out all the mystery of
Edna's strange disappearance now. Oh!
he had found her at last.
Found her, however, to lose her again,
it seemed. With a sinking heart he lis
tened to the concerned matron as she
told him that Edna had been missing
for hours.
That day she had gone out for drive.
An hour previous the horse and phaeton
had come home, Bruno Jogging after,
but no driver.
Had Edna again ned-had she met
with an accident?
"Oh! it cannot be, so near to finding
her, to lose her again!" murmured Mar
shall, wildly. Have you no idea where
she went, Mrs. Blake?"
No, the farmers wife could not con-
lecture and, about to give Marshall an
idea of Ednas usual route in driving,
he interrupted her.
Bruno, the dog!" he exclaimed sud-
denly. Come here, good fellow!"
He took up dainty glove from the
table that belonged to Edna. He patted
the dog, he showed him the glove, he
pointed down the road.
The intelligent animal seemed to I'M
derstand what was expected of him.
Find your misuress!" urged the solic-
itous Marshall
With O. sharp bark, Bruno darted
through the cottage door.
Down the winding road he ran, the
eager, hopeful Raymond Marshall at his
heels, realizing upon how fraiI a thread
hung the fate of the woman he loved.
CHAPTER XVII.