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CHAPTER XV-Continued.)
"You are mad" said Alan, cor, rath-
er, those who granted such q warrant
are mad"
The officer was immovable.
II am very sorry, sir; must obey
house. When she does it will be to go
to INVERSION jail"
Those who saw the scene that fol-
lowed win never forget it. The officer
produced the warrant for Hyacinth's
apprehension-he had ridden to the
nearest magistrate for it; and the girl,
her fair young face as white as death,
clung to her lover crying out that he
must save her. Alan, mad with shame
and despair, sent for Lady Rosedene,
who came with Col. Halle.
"You cannot allow such IN injustice
as this" he said; ''it is too cruel! This
young lady Is under your care, Lady
Rosedene. They shall tra;nple my dead
body under foot before they touch
herr"
A voice rose from the crowd of
women:
"She killed Lady Fraser because she
was jealous of her"
When Alan Branston heard the
words, they smote him like sword.
The arm that had gathered her closely
to him fell by his side. She raised her
despairing eyes to his face.
"Oh, my love, my love" she cried;
surely, il all the world fails me, you
will not?''
Lady Rosedenc's words bore fatal
witness against her young visitor.
Il never thought you meant it, Hya-
cinth," she said, "although I believe
she drove you mad with Jealousy"
II may have been mad" replied the
girl, calmly; II do not remember
what said; but take heaven to wit
ness that never injured Lady Fra
IF you are innocent" said Col.
Halle, ''you will be able to prove it ut
, the right time and in the right place" /"
He, for one, evidently believed in the
girls guilt.
The terrible scene was shortened by
Col. Halle. Under some preteXt he
drew Alan away, and during his alb
sence Hyacinth Vane was removed un.
der the charge of the police officer.
The details Of the terrible tragedy at
Dene Hall were soon known all ovel
the land. The newspapers discussed II
fully; every illustrated paper had q
view of Dene Hall; every variety OF
style was used in describing the trag
edy-the pathetic, the sentimental, the
monitory; but one and all of the wri
ters agreed that it was the most awful
crime of modern times. How greedily
people read the story Of the handsome
young squire. who had SO truly loved
the young girl, although, man-like. he
bad thought it no treason to firt will
another woman. How they wondered
about the young girl, who was said tt
have the face OF Il goddess. How they
talked of the brilliant woman who haG
tried to lure the young lover away
1t was the old story, they said--love
jealousy and madness. No one seemed
to doubt Hyacinth's guilt-she mus
have done the deed. So the public
read and talked, while Mt Dcne Hal
the dreary tragedy moved on. There
was an inquest, and the verdict wa:
'willful MURDER" Then most of thu
visitors left Dene Hall. Col. Halle, a
Lady Rosedenc's request, remained.
The saddest part of the tragedy wa.
to come. Alan Branston determined
that Francis VaDe should not hear the
intelligence from any one but himself
and he went over to see him. He lived
out Of the world, this scholar who hat
Eeen so true to one love; but the mo
ment his eyes fell on the youns
sQuire's face he cried out:
There is something wrong with my
daughterv'
Alan tried to tell him gently, to breal
the news to him softly; but from til,
first moment in which he clearly un
derstood, there was death in his face
He spoke at last, but his words were
few
'My daughter is in prison, you tel
me, charged with the murder Of til,
woman Of whom you made her jeal
ous?"
"Alas. it is SOL" said Alan. II woul,
rather be dead myself than be telling
this to you.''
"And were in your place 1 woul,
rather be dead than saying it."
.
The tragedy was deepened when peo
pie heard that Francis Vane, scllola
and gentleman, was found dead on hi
wife's grave. There was a smile OF
his face when they raised him, q
though he knew the truth.