The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-08-18

Continued.
 Violet Lampirthy had no reason to be dissatisfied with the use she had made of her life. She had come out 'on top" But through all these years of luxury and splendour there had all ways been a shadow in her sky. She had no regret for the past Her hard, worldly little mind was never trou- bied by the bangs of conscience. But she was afraid of the man who had dishonoured her, afraid lest he should once more come into her life and break down the splendid edifice which she had reared from the wreck of her soul A word from his lips might de- stroy all her happiness. Mir. Lam pirthy knew nothing of his wife, save that she had been married to poor and honest working man. and that Sibyl was the only child of this mar riage.
 This fear of the mans reappearance had given birth to a hatred. which was almost incredible in shallow and frivolous mind. Mrs. Lampirthy loath- ed Henry Rankin with more than the bitterness of a betrayed woman. Only those who are afraid can hate with such an insensate fury as she felt to- wards one who had proved himself her master.
 But now, as she sat in her boudoir, thoughtfully slipping cup of tea which the maid had placed on a table by her side. the shadow was passing from her life. The man was dead He had no further power to do harm in this world. She smiled at the though of her freedom and she was not f1l-pleased to have learnt that Sibyi's father was not a nam meless ad- venturer. but the head of a great and ancient family. There was no regret at the thought that she herself might have been mistress of Gaunt Royal. Mir. Lampirthy's income for a month would have purchased the whole es- tate.
 Her reverie was interrupted by the entrance of servant with leather letter-bag. The second post was al- ways brought over to Watersmeet from the nearest town by special mes senger. as there was only one deliv- cry day.
 she unlocked the bas and drew out . handful of letters, newspaper. and several large circulars She recognized the handwriting of her husband on one of the envelopes, and she gave his communications precedence over all others. She had written to him asking for large cheque, as she had overdrawn her private account.
 The letter ran as follows:
 Dear violet--1 am sorry I cannot send you the cheque you ask for. but all my available income is being used in my present work. I am myself living on sixteen shillings a week, and the life is doing me a lot of good. hope to be able to persuade you and Sibyl to follow my example. If you read the enclosed paper, you will see the nature of the work on which I am engaged. and you will understand that your present mode of living is very detrimental both to my own in- terests and to those of the worthy man whom I am proud to call my friend. May I suggest a little re- trenehment in your expenditure? Your private income Is surely sufficient for all your wants. But will talk to you about this when come down next week.-I am. your affectionate husband. Harry.
 -P. s.-Father Francis is now in the neighborhood of -Watersmeet. I have asked him to call and see you. I trust you will receive him with every courtesy"
 Mrs. Lampirthy's face flushed with anger as she read this letter. Then she opened the newspaper which was the momentous copy of The North ern Bullet.
 She read every word of the eight columns devoted to Mir. Lampirthy and the Paper Combine, and when she had finished, she understood why she had received no cheque.
 So all this newspaper madness, of which she had heard so much. was the work of her own husband. He had been fooled and tricked into this by a mere charlatan of a preacher, by man without a decent coat to his back, without even a name. And in order that this maniac might have the funds to pay his deIuded converts,