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CHAPTER XVI.
CONTINUED.

CONTINUED.
"Oh, Carlos! Ny Carlos!" she ex-
claimed, snatching tho photograph
and pressing it TO her lips. "And I
have 10 picture of him! dare not,
for the baron would destroy it and
kill me; but T must have copy OF
this onel My beautiful Carlos! snd
yet"
She held the picture from her and
then again closer than before, and an
expression of disappointment slowly
settled on her lovely features.
cit is not Carlos" she said sadly.
'sNol Looking at it carefully, now l
ean see that it is not Carlos"
At these unexpected words, Olive
could not have told whether she felt
pleased or disappointed, and yet she
had, unconsciously, hoped to hear
something of the sort.
"In what does the difference con-
sist?" she asked, taking the photo
graph and gazing intently at the pic
fured features. ''The living face
seemed to you so very like that OF
Your husband"
eyes; but can see the difference
more clearly in the picture. These
are not the eyes of my Carlos. An, if
you had ever seen them, you could
not forget them! Poor Henri used to
say they were the real magnetic eyes,
and he often tried to persuade him to
try to mesmerize. But Carlos had no
faith in it at all and always made
sport of the whole thing. Then these
eyebrows are not 80 heavy as those OF
Carlos; and, though it is difficult to
tell in a picture, the face seems more
blond, more fair. OF course, Carlos
was blond and his mother was on
Englishwoman: that is how no came
by his yellow hair and mustache; but
there was always touch OF the
Spaniard in his pale-olive skin. But
this is not good picture OF 7Nr. Stan
ley"
"It is thought very excellent by his
family, but it was taken good many
years ago, and he has lived in this
country since he left England. That
has changed him, and the sun, no
doubt, has tanned his complexion.
That would make him oil the more
like your Carlos and less like his pic
ture."
"Ah, he is so like, so very, very
like" sighed Mrs. Heimholtz, "but
the photograph-no, it is not like of
all. never could mistake the photo
graph 1or Carlos, at least after the
first glance
Olive returned the picture to it's
envelope and the envelope to the reti-
cule. ..
''I must go home, dear Celeste, u
she said, abruptly. 81 have been SO
wrapt up in your story and so full OF
sympathy, that 7 quite forgot how thS
time was flying. Well, what o pEa-
full evening I have given you, wen I
thought only how pleased you would
have been to meet Pollydamilton.
But you must send me hsme in your
carriage, dear, it is quite too late for
me to venture out alone.
Certainly" and Celestine hastened
to order the carriagb; and, as Olive
was troubled about the lateness ofthe
hour, she hurried. away with the brief
est parting words and embraces.
All the way home her thoughts
were engaged about the photo.
graph Of the Honorable Clarence
STANLEY. 1t had arrived ut the
verv moment she was leaving home
to call for Bertha and Mrs. Helmholtz;
and she had only taken time to tear
open the envelope and to glance at the
picture and long, closely written
letter from "dear old Toddlekins."
How slow that coachman drove!
How thethorses seemed to crawl! But,
at last, the carriage stopped at her
uncle's house, and she flew upstairs to
her own room; but before she took
tine to read the letter, she took the
photograph from its covering and her
eyes, looking like two points of light,
fixed their cleaning gaze upon it.
"Yes," she breathed softly to her,
aelf, ''I thought I saw writing on it,
it is very fine, and the ink SO faded, ]
can scarcely read it; but-ah, yes!
The magnifying-glass.
She snatched a reading-glass from
her desk and held it over the fine and
family traced words:
Clarence Stanley, to his dear
friend, Milicent Fairfax"
"And yet!' exclaimed Miss Gaye,
her cheeks flushed with triumph, 81
remember distinctly that the Honor
able Clarence Stanley said to me. on
that first occasion of our meeting each
otker, that he had never seen and did
not know tdear old Toddlekins.