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VII.
Continued.

carried in his flight John Hatton 5
money, and George St. Georges
wife"
She writhed.
But the law gave you a speedy
release from me-"
Yes, and I am grateful to lne
1aw!"
Perhaps she had hoped for a softer
answer She broke out passionately:
Would to God you had followed
and killed US both when your anger
was newt"
IT should have done so, but for the
message you left me, saying that
Trevor meant to marry you as soon as
you were free. For BasiPs sake,
wished him to live and marry you.
He did marry you, and that was we'll.
But, rest assured, I shall yet kill him.
For five years I have kept myself in
formed of all his movements. He
will never go so far that I cannot find
him. Our reckoning day has been
delayed-but only delayed-hear that
In mind"
A DlLI6r laugh SoCdpSu uCl.
"You cannot disturb me by threats
against Philip Trevor. God knows
my love for him died long ago, but
the punishment that followed it still
continues. I am kept on this rock
alone with a man that l now fear ana
loathe-a half-mad tyrant, whose
slave I am. And my sin is ever be-
fore me. I am thinking continually
of you-of Basil-cf my fallen estate.
Oh, my God!." She clutched tdes-
perately at her throat. why do
talk like this? That which is past
Is past! We must not stand here
longer-sinister eyes are watching
everywhere. We shall be discovered.
His servants dog my steps-keep me
under constant espionage. Tell me,
st. George, have I melted you to
pity? Will you take me to Watch
haven with you to-night-will you
deliver me from Deadman's Island
and the man who rules it,"
He stood like stone. This woman
had once borne his name-she had
deserted and dishonored him. He
had cast her out Of his heart, and the
law had freed him from her, but her
appeal did not leave him unmoved.
Are you ready" he asked, at last.
"Yes."
do you wish to take anything with
you?". 49,. ...
"No," she shuddered, "!et all his
gifts to me perish with him."
Edith" St. George spoke with
sudden, grim decision. II know of
one way-the best Of abby which
+ can free you forever from Philip
Trevor. It is high time, I think, that
I employed it. Where can I find the
man tonight"
She srasped his arm nervously.
You must not! He is sick-in
bed. Would you kill ever your worst
enemy in that condition."
Il would kill him wherever I saw
him, Edith. There is also another
person to be remembered-Miss Hat
ton. she, too, may need assistance
in leaving this island!"
The uppermost thought in Mrs.
Trevcr's mind was her own escape.
She cried out in alarm:
IF you wait for all this, I am lost!
I did not call you here to settle old
scores with Trevor, or to help Miss
Hatton, but to save ms-Basil's
mother! Will Philip Trevor and his
servants make no resistance? Will
they permit me to 60 peaceably away
with you? Never! If you are to
take me from Deadman's, it must be
By stealth, and Immediately! When
once I am in Watchhaven, you a re-
turn and do as you will here"
He did not seem much pleased.
While he hesitated, she gave a sud.
den start.
"Hark! I hear footsteps she
said. Some one is spying upon US!
and look! the moon is rising-we
shall be seen from the pier. Last
night l dreamed I was dead, and
Philip Trevor was digging my grave
on this very beach"
You are hysterical," said St
George, sharply. Very well, since
you will have it so, I will first make
sure of your safety. No doubt it is
best that l should not imperil that
by any consideration for Miss Hat,
ton"
He turned to make for his boat
At the same moment, the noon broke
like a great lamp from a bank Of
eastern clouds, Deadman's Island
emerged from darkness and was
bathed in a sudden food Of light
Then it was that %Jacqueline, invol
untary listener in the cleft of rock
heard 4 rafting Of pebbles overhead
and looking up, she saw Joe Raby
the skipper, leaning owe the granite
verge above her, like a wild beas'
ready to spring. The moon shone O,
the gold rings in his ears, and the rec
handkerchief, knotted like a gallow'!
moose about his brawny throat. HI
held a pistol in one hand, and hi!
wicked eyes were fixed on the mar
and woman there or the beach be
low.
stop, Mrs. Trevori" he called.
The unhappy lady knew the voice
A Shrek rose to her lips, but wa
promptly smothered, for Peter of tn
cross eyes had leaped nimbly from
the shadow Of the fiinty boulders ans
flung a sailcloth over her head. st
George, in the act of pushing off hi
boat, wheeled about and rushed lik'