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"Ednar he painted; and then, feeling
that 1t was a delusion of the senses,
a reproachful, haunting visitation from
the woman the memory of whose love
could never sanctify even n marriage
Of necessity and pity, he tottered
through the doorway into the next
room.
"EdnaI
His voice rang out less vaguely now.
1t was no Wraith-no trick of The
senses. She was ut the threshold Of
that hall door now. Her face flashed
Plainly, Enthusiastically, across his Wis
ion.
1T is she-alivew he gasped. "Oh,
can it be true?'
| Madly he rushed for the corridor.
The shock of the perfect recognition,
however had blinded, confused him.
She had disappeared, and in his excite
ment he ran the wrong way, got lost
in ineXtrlcnble side passages Of the
hotel and behind the flying fugitive,
A lounger at the door told an eXcita-
BILE story of the fleeing form, and in
Dictated the direction in which it had
disappeared.
Not stopping to analyZe his vivid
emotions nor the strange situation in
which his aoquiescenca to the pleadings
of Beatrice had placed him, Raymond
Marshall thought only of the dead
come back to life with q great, feverish
joy and wonder.
Vainly, however, he SECURED the vi.
entity. edna Deane had come like a
phantom and had disappeared like q
fash.
faded, perplexed, an hour later Ray
mond Marshall started back for the
hotel,
His brow was black with suspicion,
his keenest sensibilities aroused 10 the
feyer-pitch of augurY and suspense.
Edna was alive-he was satisfied on
that point, AS he looked hack oyer
the events of the past hour, and real
lied how he had allowed his despair
and sympathy to lead him into net,
he realized, too, that it might all be part
of n plot, The newspaper item was
falseho0dI The siren had again {leluded
Be her Illness stimulation OF reality, she
was his legally welded wife. The
| thought that Edna knew and understood
all this drove him frantic. Hot with
hate and excitement, be regained the
tOOIll at tic hOtcl liz "OlIIt HWY ttAA
understanding with Beatrice! She
about Edna, and the mystery of her alb
sence and Feappearance.
He paused as he reached the parlor
, of the ruite. 4 glance into the next
apartment rooted him to the spot. His
father, the false nurse, the strange
minister had departed, but there yet
H0cfop GiuoD1S and tbn,o foo
no longer the incumbent, White-f faced
dying BRIDE, but in all her usual regal
boldness of beauty, sat Beatrice, con-
versing aRimatedly with her tool and
colleague in plotting, her cousin, the
doctor.
"AIaFshaH has probably gone home"
| the latter was saying, but | cannot
account for his strange, abrupt depart
ure. We will not think of that, how
ever, Beatrice, Your scheme has sue-
eeeded; you are his wife,
"Yes," epled Beatrice, triumphantIy,
| tiny fQpdest hopes have succeeded"
1--WE had better, therefore, hasten
our other arrangements at once. As I
understand it, you are to be removed.
to my homer
Still posing as the dying invalid,
yes" assented 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. He will see ME
/ gradually recover. When he finds he
| has married well woman instead of
a dying one he will accept the situa-
ton, and my love will win him to for
| get Edna, and he will never know the
plot we have played against him."
He knows it now"
The two schemers started back In
| dismay. A towering monument of
{, wrath, their victim suddenly sprang
, into view.
| In wild, fierce denunciation he thrust
. the abashed doctor aside. In righteous
Indignation he told the appalled, Be-
, atrice that she was unmasked, the full
measure of her iniquity known.
He almost cursed her in the bitter
ness Of his rage He told her that If
j heSHed to the iltterlnoSt phrts of the
World, her claim upon him las al lhus-
: band should be the interest 'mockerR of
, formality,t and them unheeding her
frantic appeals of love, he dashed from
the room, not even deigning to reveal
! to her that he had seen Edna Deane,
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 a
truthful response from her false lips.
That night, baffled, distracted, crush
ed, Beatrice sought vainly for the man
she loved-at his home, in the village.
She could not forget him: So near to
success, and cafeless babbbling had
I1hY nd. Tap II. - " III
She fingered at the retirement of the
! doctors home for several days; she
! had him inquire everywhere for Mar
shall, but the lattef had mysteriously
disappeared from the village
II shall return home" she told him
% At the aa fst trace nasS g5a se fea
write or telegraph me, You got the
marriage certificate from the clergy
man"
DR.. Simms eyaded her questioning
! glance.
mot yet" he stammered, "but WILL
You see, the village clergyman was
away, and / had to arrange with a
strange minister who lives in anotner
fbwn. I will attend to it. Oh, you
Mil win Raymond Marshall to your
ade yetS'
II ffe is torture else" sighed the dis
appointed Beatrice. And that night she
started back for the home where lux
ury and wealth We're Il hollow mock
cry, with her scheme for Raymond
Marshall's love failure
Had she remained one day longer at
Hpppeaa1e, SHE WOULD haye seen Ray
m9ha Marshall, fof he Returned twenty
four hours after her departure.
| II he was pale, worn, iaded before,
he was q mere shadow Of his former
handsome self now. He had sought
vainly everywhere for q trace of Edna
Deane.
Back ut the starting point of his In
vestIgation, ere he went to his home,
he visited the hotel. IIe questioned the
landlord about Miss Leslie and In
quired particularly about n mysterious
visitor ON the day of the marriage,