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Once safe on English soil Caussidlere
became himself again. He forgot ms
abject terror and resumed his cid man
ner Then, before he had been in Lon
don many days, arose the question:
How was he to subsist? He had little
or no money, and such talents as ne
possessed were not at that time IN
much demand. A happy thought struck
him-he would go down to Scotland,
hunt out the rich mistress of Amman
dale Castle, and perhaps secure some
help from her sympathy-or her fear
Thus it befell that he arrived quietly
one day in the town of Dumfries, ana
within few hours Of his arrival heard
that Marjorie was alive and dwelling
with her mother at the Castle. Up to
that moment he had been in doubt
whether the woman he had betrayed
was alive or dead-indeed, he had
scarcely given her a thought and cared
not what fate had befallen her. But
now it was very different. She lived,
and by the law of the land was his law
full wife.
His plans were soon laid. He deter
mined to see Marjorie alone, and If she
was obstinate and unforgiving, to use
what power he had over her to the ut
most with the view of securing present
and future help. On reflection, he had
not much doubt that he would soon re-
gain his old influence over her; for in
the old days she had been as wax in his
hands, and her character had seemed
altogether gentle and unresisting.
He reckoned without his host. These
seemingly feeble and too faithful ma
lures, when once they gain the strength
Of indignation and the courage of de-
spair, assume q force of determination
sometimes unnown and foreign to the
strongest and most passionate men.
AS matters had turned out, however,
it was not with Marjorie herself that
the Frenchman had had to reckon, but
with her lifelong friend and protector,
John Sutherland. This pertinacious
young hero whom he had always hated.
had now fully asserted his authority In
giving him the first sound thrashing
he had ever received in his life
Baffled, bruised and bleeding, livid
i
with mortified rage, Caussidiere re-
manned for some time where Suther-
| land left him, and when he at last
found speech, cursed freely in his own
! tongue. Then he paced about madly,
calling Heaven to witness that he
would have full and fierce revenge.
81 will kill him." he cried, gnashing
his teeth. 81 will destroy him-I will
tear him limb from limb! He has out
ragged me-he has profaned my person
but he shall pay dearly for it, and so
shall she-so shall they all! l was
right-he is her lover; but he shall
find that l am master, and she my
slave"
Presently he cooled little and sat
down to think.
What should he, what could he do?
OF his power over Marjorie and the
child there was no question; by the
laws of both England and Scotland he
could claim them both. But suppose
they continued to set his authority at
defiance, what then? They were COM
paratively rich, he was poor. He knew
that in legal strife the richest is gen.
orally the conqueror; and, besides,
while the war was waging, how was he
| to subsist?
Then he bethought him of his old
hold upon Miss Hetherington, of his
knowledge of the secret of Mariorie's
| birth. 1t was useless to him now, for
the scandal was common property, and
Mother Rumor had cried it from house
to house till she was hoarse. The
proud lady had faced her shame, and
had overcome it; everyone knew her
secret now, and many regarded her
with sympathy and compassion. For
the rest, she set public opinion at de-
fiance, and knowing the worst the
world could say or do, breathed more
freely than she had done for years.
Thus there was no hope for her. In
need, look which way he might, he saw
no means of succor or revenge.
AS he sat there, haggard and furious,
he looked years older, but his face still
preserved a certain comeliness.
Suddenly he sprang up again as If re-
solved on immediate action. AS he did
SO he seemed to hear voice murmur-
ing his name.
"Caussidiere!"
He looked toward the window, and
saw there. or seemed to see, close
pressed against the pane, bearded
human eountenance gazing in upon
him.
He struggled like a drunken man.
glaring back at the face.
Was 1t reality, or dream? Two wild
eyes met his, then vanished, and the
face wa5 gone.
II Caussidiere had looked old and
worn before, he looked deathlike now.
Trembling like a leaf he sank back
into the shadow Of the room, held his
hand upon his heart, like a man who
had received a mortal blow.
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