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her quite new type of woman, o.
least to Olive.
1T must be most remarkable
resemblance" she said Il was al
first inclined to agree with you, and ]
think that your first husband had beer
for some reason masquerading under
a new name. But having listened 10
your story, I have to conclude, as yon
do. that it must be a very extraor.
dinary but not at all impossible re
semblance. Now that you have tolj
me the name of your Carlos, it is easy
enough to understand. Mr.. StanIey's
family is related in some way to
Spanish family OF Mendozss, and these
family resemblances are often quite
marvellous, and in the most distant
cousins they are sometimes as great
as between twin n-brothers or sisters.
"Are they so?" asked Celestine,
with the wondering simplicity of
child. 'I never heard OF it; but, OF
course, that would quite account fol
the whole mystery"
Olive regarded her fer a moment
with q positive feeling Of envy; her in.
genuousness was so perfect and ap'
parent!y genuine.
"You ought to have remained on
the stage she thought. 1T is no
wonder you were valuable feature
in the professors show" But aloud
she said: -. ~,
"And what became of your brother?
Did he also mourn for the loss Of this
wonderful Carlos?' =.
"Oh, poor Henri? q Yes!a He was
never the same again. I never knew
what to make of him at all, but now
he became more andmore queer. Then
he took to drink, and he used to be
quite crazy with it, calling'on me to
forgive him, and saying he had brought
ruin and shame on the little sister he
loved-I never knew what he: meant.
But sometimes I thought he felt re-.
morse because he couldn't save Carlos
from the man who killed him. At last
I couldn't stand it any longer, and I
ran away. There was lots of money,
and as it had been earned mostly
through me Of course I took it. But.
I knew Henri loved me like the best
of brothers, and that he would have
searched the whole world through to
find me if he thought I was alive. So
I fixed things SO he would believe [
had killed myself rather than live
without Carlos-and sometimes now I
even wish I had"
"Oh, don't say so!' exclaimed Olive.
"You are happy now, and Mr.. Helm
holtz is devoted husband"
"Yes-yes, too devoted" said the
baron's wife, pettishly. eff only he
wouldn't be 80 jealous, but sometimes
he fancies that Carlos isn't dead at all,
and he Just all but drives me crazy
If he knew T had mistaken this Nj
Stanley for my first husband-ah,
Dieu! His life wouldn't be safe from
him. must never see that Honorable
Clarence again-becsuse you see I
don't care for him, and the Baron Won
Helmholtz is good husband. No
man has ever loved me so truly, and
just the same from the moment first
met him. 1t was in London, and I
was on the way to Paris. You see I
knew I was half French, and I wanted
to get to my mothers country. Well,
he took me there, and he married me
before all the world-he has spent a
fortune to educate me and make lady
of me-he would dress me in cloth-of-
gold and cover me with diamonds
there is nothing he wouldn't do to
please me, and if you think, dearest
Olive, that I am not grateful, then you
don't know me at all. But do wish
he wouldn't plague me with his jealous
fancies, and I think I had better never
see that Honorable Clarence any
more"
"I quite think so, too," said Olive,
'sand I'm sure Polly Hamilton will be
entirely Of the same opinion. You are
too awfully handsome for any girl to
like the idea of having you mistake
her fance for a former husband. AS
to the Honorable Clarence himself,
we'll, I don't believe any man could
see you often without falling in love
with you, and that would be no end
of trouble in this case. Oh,
by the way, let me show you this
photograph And she caught up
reticule which she had tossed into the
nearest chair on entering the room.
"I have only recently met Mr.. Stan
ley himself, but I knew his family
quite we'll when I was in England. 1
had q letter to-day from one of the
family"
While she spoke, she had drawn
from the reticule a large envelope,
containing letter and photograph.
The latter she suddenly placed di-
rectiy before the eyes of Mrs. Helm
holtz. who, although she had been
prepared for the picture, could not re-
strain slight cry of mingled surprise
and delight. tI
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