The Saint Paul globe., 1899-02-12

heart he longed to call his own.
| Arethusa fell at Clement Murray's feet, and
her assassin fled from the room, anxious to
escape before his double crime was discov-
cred.
But the girls angushed cry had been heard,
ana While some rushed into the to dis
! cover the awful thing that had happened,
othefS pursued Alcibiades, and soon had him
in safe keeping.
He did not seem to care when they told him
Arethus was dead; all he said
And not the other?"
mo; he is badly hurt, but the doctor says
he will recover
Not another word could they get out of
MIN; and When they went to him again, they
iouno ne mad contrlved to strangle himself,
thus cheating justice~in a hoped-for speedy
reunion with the girl, for love of whom he
rad STEPPED his hands and soul in blood.
But Clement Murray was bad enough to
cause MS watchers some anxiety before he
was finally pronounced out of danger.
On recovering consciousness his first mur-
mur had been
'Isabelle-Tom-'
His nurse, desirous of reassurng him. and
with little regard to the truth, replied
soothingly-
Yes; it is all right"
Ihey-knoW?" queried the faint voice.
Yes"
1t was two days afterwards before e-the easy
gclng nurse, in full possession of Southern
ilndolence, bethought herself to mention to the
doctor that she had taken the liberty Of
informing her patient that his friends had
been communicated with.
Ana 1t was fully week after that that the
DOCTOR began TO think it was time to glance
through Mr.. Murray's pockets in search of an
address to write to concerning the dastardy
attempt on his life.
The address found eventually; but then
the writing OF the letter was postponed from
day to day until it did not seem worth while
to send at all.
II poor Glen began to wonder why Tom, at
least, did not write to him. he explained TO
satisfaction ha tha al
mentS Weree to blame
So he set himself to get we'll as rapidly as
possible, home sickness attacking him with
returning strength to such an extent that he
felt he must start for England even if he died
on the way.
Meanwhile, Miss Moyneux had been eating
hef neart out in mingled anxiety and shame:
the former on Clements account and the lat
ter on her own.
! AS day after day and week after week,
went went ny Wthout news of the absent one, she
began to grow restless and almost irritable
rom IfeIeaVen came in for something of
the latter mood.
Noting her loss of appetite, and correspond
ing increase OF nervous tension, he ventured
I Z suggest by way of consolation that Glen
must nave wandered further afield than
usual.
She turned on him almost fiercely.
Il never wish to hear your Cousins name
again, Mr.. Treleaven.''
That was all; but to Tom if was moro +ban
enough, especially as from that hour a per
ceptlple change came over Ida Molyneux
parently. @p
There was no more open watching for the
postman; no obvious loss of appetite
FTlde had come to her assistance and the
lathtul friend who watched her so closely
nesan 10 teel anxious as to what would be
the end of it.
More than six weeks had passed since Tom
mad despatched the letter from which he had
hoped such great things.
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now.
Just at first there had been considera BILE
opposition.
Rosalind had quickly shown how much she
~ ~llked hlh-acknowledging later, with quaint
nalVete, that she would not have ENCOURAGED
him quite so openly had she not noticed his
extreme dlffldence in approaching the sister
| OF real live countess.
! For it was the Countess of Bradwardine
who proved the stumbling block in his co1Irt
ing career.
! Her lovely face had been solely Instrument
al in raising ber from mere nobody to the
position she graced.
Rosal1nd was quite as lovely, and her
parents dld not see why she should not do as
well as her sister.
! She argued with them in vain
1t was useless to tell them they had no
business to be so dly-minded-being the
one clergyman, and the other clergyman's
wife - "i
They had been poor and of no Importance
all their lives, and they had experienced the
serious drawbacks attending that Condition of
things.
But if they refused to be convinced that
Tom Treleaven was good as any earl that
even lived, and that love in a cottage was
at least equal to possible monotony in nal
ace, Rosalind her side refused 10 listen
to reason Of any description
/ And so things were when Sir George War
den came to the rescue, backed up by the
Earl Of Bradwardine, both prophesying So
a diplomatic for tha