Kansas agitator. [volume] (Garnett, Kan.) 1890-1905, 1896-05-08

riage. But at sight of what 1t con-
tanned he grew pale as marble and
leaned against the vehicle for support.
No wonder he was agitated, for lying
white and still upon the velvet cushions,
her long golden locks streaming over
her shoulders, was the exact counter
part of his lost Marina. The features
the same repose Of the face, the scarlet
lips, the soft hair, even the delicate,
shell-like ears were the same.
Good Heavenw he cried, Fam I
awake or dreaming? Marina, Marina,
speak to mev
"Is she safe? Is Genevieve safe?"
cried strange gentleman, Fastening
up. "Tell me. sir. II she is injured?"
Ralph turned toward him. The
sound Of q voice recalled him to him
self.
IT do not think she is hurt. She
must have tainted"
THANK Heaven!" cried the stranger,
as he lifted the lady out in his arms.
"She breathes! All, she opens her eyes.
Genie, my darling, are you hurt"
She lifted her great violet eyes to his
anxious countenance and smiled. The
smile made her so much like Marina
that Ralph could hardly persuade him
self that the dead had not come back
to life.
"No, Guy, am not injured, think.
But fright made me do very foolish
thing, you gentlemen will think. In
deed, am not in the habit of swoon-
ing"
you certainly had sufficient cause"
Ralph said, bowling; then to the gentle
man, will you not allow me to offer
you the hssx ltality Of my house to your
wife, untF you can get conveyance?
Trenholnna Is very near, Just behind the
trees, are presume you came from the
villageT
I'VE Cd, sir. We are stopping at the
Reef Ecuse. thank you for your cour-
tesy, WIT at present we will not accept
it. :flat is, if Genevieve feels able to
waili The half-mile between us and tho
hots.. Do you, dear?"
certainly. 1 would not be a true
E. glishwoman if could not" she an
e. cred, with bewitching smile.
The gentleman explained.
1--WE are English. We arrived at
Portlea two days ago in the Clifton.
My name is Guy st. Cyril, and this is
my sister, Genevieve"
Trenholme removed his hat.
81 am happy to make your acquaint-
ance," he said, "but allow me to tell
you that am Ralph Trenholme, of the
old house yonder on the rocks"
st. Cyril bowed.
Twill you walk with us to the hotel?
I have a fancy for becoming better ac-
quainted with you"
Ralph willingly acquiesced, for he
waited to gain time, and he hoped cour-
age, before he should again face the
wondering family at the Rock. For by
this time they must have missed Imo-
gene and himself, as we'll as the Sea
Foam.
In spite of all the dread he felt with
in, Ralph Trenholme could not keep his
eyes from the beautiful face of Miss st.
Cyril Her brother noticed the absorb
ing gaze.
"Does my sister remind you Of any
one you have metz" he asked, little
curiously.
Ralph started, conscious of, and
ashamed of his rudeness.
Pardon me, sir, have been unpar-
donably rude. But think Miss st. Cy-
ril will forgive me when tell her that
she is the exact image Of the young girl
l was once engaged to marry, and who
was snatched from me on the day that
was to have made her NINE"
Miss st. Cyril's face sympathized with
his unwonted emotion.
Ibid che die?" she asked softly.
Eyes, she did. She was murdered"
The girl shuddered and grew pale.
1T is a sad story" said Ralph, hoarse-
ly. IT seldom speak of it, but think
1 would like to tell it to you. You are
so like her"