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me closer, and he whispered:
"'Oh, my darling. be true to me!
will come back to you! AS surely as
there is a God in heaven. will come
back to you'll
| Then sorrow came-sorrow and the
knowledge of cruel wrong. So tram
| pied my heart and buried It! thought
| him dead; despair tore open the grave
| I made.
"On the old love which lay within,
| my hot tears fell, and woke it again to
passionate life. Now have seen him
II know he lives! Fire, fate, death
itself could not part us! He lives, and
he will come back to me-he will come
back to mel"
She paused, thrilled from head to
feet with strange, intense feeling.
And Cynthia Lennox never forgot
her as she looked that momcnt-a
slender, erect, black-clad figure.
Her head was flung back in exultant
confidence and conviction. A heavy
braid of bronze-goid hair hoG foii1n
across her shoulder, and rose and fell
with her quick, hoarse breathing. Her
face was like the face Of one inspired
glowing, fervid, radlant-eyed!
''fie is not here!" Cynthia said.
mot here! All, he has been de-
layed. He will be here soon! The
train must have arrived last night
But II had to walk; it Is that makes
me so late. have given up trying to
hate him--I gave up long ago! You
know he sinned against my father-he
sinned against me! He made me what
I am--the child of a galley-slave. But
| love him! Oh, l know what that
means! 1t means that l am weak and
vacilating and cowardly Fate has
been too strong for me, nature has
been too strong for me; my woman's
heart has conquered mel love bim!"
Through Cynthia's bewildered brain
peated in her hearing:
1--WE would suggest that the woman
flashed the words Mr.. Lynn had re-
calling herself Laurence Isle be held
to await the result Of further investi-
CATION"
And this was Laurence Lisle here be-
fore her now! Was there any posi-
bility, any fear Good heavens, 1t
was too horrible!
For one moment she clasped her
slim, brown hands above her temples,
as though in pain.
When she looked up her glance fell
on few men coming up the avenue
the undertaken and his assistants.
Some distance ahead of them walked
Mr.. Stack. How unconscious she
looked!
do you not know" Cynthia asked,
and her ready speech faltered. Have
you not heard?"
What! is any one i'll? There was
a queer man at the gate who tried to
stop me, but l told him was coming
up to Blackcastle, and Hark!"
There was an imperative, subdued
knocking below.
perhaps that is he!" she cried,
wildly. Come, come! Perhaps 1t is
Clive!"
She caught Cynthia's hand and drew
her with her along the corridor, to-
ward the grand stairway. Coming in
by side entrance, she had assembled
narrow flight of stairs, and had not,
consequently, before crossed the main
hall.
This Cynthia remembered with
sudden shock of dread. But now-ah,
now 1t was too late!
They were passing close by a room
the door OF which stood wide open.
And within, stiff and cold, on a car
peted floor, was stretched the corpse
|. of murdered man.
All, If she would only not look! Pray
God she would not look!
She turned her head-she glanced
in. Glanced in and shuddered back
back with a wild, shrill shrek of hor-
ror and dismay.
"Come!" Cynthia said, and strove to
draw her away.
But she stood rooted to the spot,
still as stone, an awful, CHASTITY pallor
sweeping all life and color from her
face.
''Come!" Cynthia urged again.
But she did not move or speak one
word. Her eyes, startled and dilated,
were riveted on it in irresistible fas-
cination.
But even as that wild stare discov-
cred and recognized every revolving
detail of the fallen, stark, distorted
6otra. af the thin harsh cruel face
frozen forever ii sneering rage; of the
cleaning, ught-shut teeth and clenched
but impotert hanAs--at that very mo-
mept through the great western win
dow the sunshine streamed, and food
ed it all in billow of gold.
That reused her from her trance OF
terror-that horrible-horrible radi-
ance!
"Oh, what Is it-what is it?" she
walled. what does it all mean? He
is dead! Who did it? Who could have
done it? Oh, am afraid, afraid
afraid"
|. She turned and hid her face on Gym
thia's shoulder, sobbing and shivering
coryulsively.
Miss Lennox, with firm, gentle pres
sure, was endeavoring to lead her on.
| when, glancing up. she confronted Mr..
Stack.
The famous London detective was