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But, instead of following him,
Helen stood stock-still and cover
ed, and covered till she seemed
sinking forward to the ground, and
she got hold of Robert Penfold' s
hand and kissed it. and moaned
over 1t.
Martyr! Martyr!" she whis-
rered, and still kissed his hand,
like a slave offering her master
pity and asking pardon.
In this attitude, and with these
words on her lips, they were sur
prised by General Rolleston, who
came back, astonished at his daugh-
ter not following him. Judge of his
amazement now.
What does this mean?" he cried,
turning pale with anger.
1T means that he has spoken
the truth, and that I shall initiate
him. He Is my martyr, and my
love. When others cast shame on
you, then 1t Is time for me to
show my heart. James Seaton,
love you for your madness and
your devotion to her whom you
had only seen at a distance. All
that was love! John Hazel, love
you for all that has passed between
us. What can any other man be
to me?--or woman to you? But
most of all, l love you, Robert Pen
fold-my hero and my martyr
When am told to your face that
you are felon, then to your face
l say you are my idol, my hero and
my martyr. Love! the word is too
tame, too common. I worship you
I adore you! How beautiful you
are when you are angry! How
noble you are now you forgive me!
for you do forgive me, Robert; you
must, you shall. No; you will not
send your Helen away from you for
her one fault so soon repented!
Show me you forgive me; show me
you love me still, almost as much
as l love you. He is crying. My
darling. my darling, my darling!'
And she was round his neck in a
moment, with tears and tender
kisses, the first she had ever given
him.
Ask yourself whether they were
returned.
A groan, or rather, we might
say. snort of fury, interrupted the
most blissful moment either OF
these young creatures had ever
known. 1t came from General Rol
lesion, now white with wrath and
horror.
"You villain!" he cried.
Helen threw herself upon him
and put her hand before his
mouth.
mot a word more, or l shall for
get I am your daughter. No one is
to blame but /. / love him.
made him love me. He has been
trying hard not to love me SO
much. But | am a woman and
could not deny myself the glory
and the JOY of being loved better
than woman was ever loved before
And so I am, am. Kill me. If you
like: insult me, if you will; but not
a word against him. or l give him
my hand and we live and die to,
gether on this island. Oh, papa! he
has often saved that life you value
so; and | have saved his. He Is
all the world to me. Have pity
on your child Have pity on him
who carries my heart in his
BOSOM"
She flung herself ON her knees
and strained him tight. and i'm.
plored him, with head thrown back
and little clutching hands. and elo
quent eyes.
All! 1t is hard to resist the voice
and look and clinging of a mans
own flesh and blood. Children are
so strong-upon their knees, their
dear faces, bright copies of our
own, are just the height of our
hearts then
The general drew long breath
took one of his daughters hands
in his left hand and reached out
the other to Hazel.
II cannot stand between you,
he said. "Let us 60 down to the
boat"
Almost In silence the castaways
gathered up the things they cared
to take with them. and put then
In the boat. AS 1t bore them to
the ship they looked a fond fare
well at the island which had SC
long hpan thojr hou,a