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full pinioned, his beautiful and treach-
erous Familiar who had deserted him
at the crucial instant; but she made up
for il now folding him in protective
wings and breathing through his spirit.
In rapid and vehement whispers he
poured out the words upon the girl in
the doorway.
Il have friend, and 1 would lay
down my life to make him what he
could be. lie has always thrown every
thing away, his life, his talents, all his
money and all of mine, for the sake
of-throWing them away, Some other
must tell you about that room; but it
has ruined my friend. Tonight l dis
covered that he had been summoned
here. and l made up my mind to come
and take him away. Your father has
sworn to shoot me if l set foot in his
house or on ground of his. Well, my
duty was clear and l came to do 1t.
And yeti stopped at the foot of the
stair-because l remembered that you
were Robert Carewes daughter What
of you, if l went up and harm came
TO me from your father? For L swear
I would not have touched him! You
asked me not to speak of personal
things, and have obeyed you; but you
see 1 must tell you one thing now; l
have cared for this friend of mine more
than for all else under heaven, but 1
eNA@N
would thousand times, rather than
bring trouble upon you! A thousand
tImes?' All! I swear it should be a
thousand times a thousand!
He had paraded in one speech from
the prisoners dock to Capulet's garden,
and her eyes were shining into his
like a great light when he tinishd.
Go quickly" she whispered. go
quickly! Go quickly"
But do you understand"
Not yet, but I shall. Will you go?
They might come-my father might
come-at any moment"
DO you want to drive me quite
mad2 Please go!" She laid trembl-
ing, urgent hand upon his sleeve.
Never. until you tell me that you
understand" replied Crailey firmly, lis
tening keenly for the slightest sound
from overhead. "Never-until them"
when l do I shall tell you; now 1
only know that you must go"
There was a shutting of chairs on the
floor overhead. and Crailey went. He
went even more hastily than might
have been expected from the adaman-
tine attitude he had just previously as
sumed. Realizing this as he reached
the wet path. he risked stealing round
to her window:
For your sakei' he breathed; and
having thus forestalled any trifing inn
perfection which might arise in her rec
objection of his exit from the house, he
disappeared, kissing his hand to the
rain as he ran down the street.
Miss Betty locked her door and pulled
close the curtains of her window. A
numerous but careful sound of foot
steps came from the hall. went by her
door and out across the veranda. ST.
lently she waited until she heard her
! father go alone to his ROOM
She took the candle and went into
Mrs. Tanberry She set the light upon
a table, pulled a chair close to the bed
side, and placed her cool hand lightly
on the great lady's forehead.
isn't it very late. child? Why are
you not asleep"
Mrs. Tanberry. I want to know why
there was a light in the cupola-room
to-night?"
What Mrs. Tanberry rolled her.
self as upright as possible, and sat
with blinking eyes.
Il want to know what am sure you
know, and what I am sure everybody
knows, except me. What are they do
ing there tonight. and what was the
quarrel between Mr.. Vanrevel and my
father that had to do with Mr.. Gray?"
Mrs. Tanberry gazed earnestly into
the girls face. After a long time she
said in a gentle voice:
"Child, has it come to matter that
much?"
Yes" SAID Miss Betty.
CHAPTER XIII.
The Tocsin.
Tom Vanrevel always went to the
postoffice soon after the morning dis
tribution OF the mail; that is to say,
about 10 o'clock, and returned with the
letters for the Arm of Gray & Van
revel both personal and official Grail
ley and he shared everything, even box
at the postoffice; and in front of this
box, one morning after a night of rain,
Tom stood staring at a white envelope
bearing a small, black seal. The ad-
dress was in a writing he had never
seen before, but the instant it fell I'M
der his eye he was struck with a dis
tinctly pleasurable excitement
Whether through some spiritual ex-
halation of the writer fragrant on any
mlssive. or because of a hundred micro
scopic impressions, there are analysts
who are able to select, from a pile of
letters written by women Cfor the writ
ing Of women exhibits certain phenom-
ena more determinedly than that of
mem those of the prettiest or otherwise
most attractive And out upon the low
er who does not recognize his mistress s
hand at the first glimpse ever he has of
II, without post-mark or other informa-
ton to aid HIM Thus Vanrevel worn,
hollow-eyed, and sallow, in the Rouen
postoffice held the one letter separate
from dozen (the latter not. indeed,
from women, and stared at il until a
little color came back to his dark skin
and a great deal of brightness 70 his
eye. He was no analyst OF handwrit-
ings, yet II came to him instantly thai
this note was from a pretty woman.
To see that II was from a woman was
simple. but that he knew-and he did
know-that she was pretty. savors OF
the occult. More than this there was
something about IL that thrilled him.
suddenly and without reason. he knew
that II came from Elizabeth Carewe.
He walked back quickly 20 his Office
with the letter IN the left pocket Of his
coat. threw the bundle Of general cor
resp0ndonce upon his desk vent up "a
the floor above. and pamsed at his own
door 10 leften Deep breathing from
across the hall indicated that Ar.
Grayf soui VAS SIN encased ~ slum-
Der. and great was - need. az Tom
had found his % rtner. that morning az
Eve. stretched upon the horsehair sofa