Year: 1878

muscles to the utmost, she persevered
for three weeks till she found him.


All! with what different eyes she
looked upon the sunrise next morning.
She smiled on everybody and every
thing; yet she had not spoken word
to the painter. No; at first it was bliss
to watch him from afar-to focus him
through a telescope as he sketched.


One evening as she watched, strange
agony of terror came over her. As he
stood on the mountain-side, intent at
his work, the silent peaks above him
had turned to pearl under the magical
light of the hour, and from out of some
olive-hued foliage female form darted
and was straightway at his side. With
inflamed eye, the watcher saw the face
alight with joyousness and mirth; her
round. ehildlike forehead. her little
dusky, graceful head, her beaming eyes,
her fresh, half-open mouth, and the kiss
that was implanted thereon.


When Miss Won Heydenreich again
sat in her little room before her wood
fire she beheld mocking demons weav-
ing horrible spells in the flames, while
gibbering goblins seemed haunting the
distant corners af the room, The wind
rose and sobbed without, and in its
wall she seemed to hear the lament of
her own soul over its destiny. She
felt there was madness within her.
How or when it might work she knew
not. That would depend upon circum-
stances.


Day after day she beheld the artist
and the girl together, Day after day
her soul drIfted more and more help
lessly through the tempest of rage and
gloom. Alone among the mountain
solitudes she spent the long hours bat
She had never revealed herself to
Eugene. Her pride forbade the step:
yet if she had known how to pray she
would have prayed.


One day she was inspired with a sud-
den resolve to leave the place for ever
and to bury her infatuation in her heart
of hearts.


Next morning." she said to her
maid, 81 shall leave for Geneva.
am going for a walk now"


1t was the early evening hour. The
sunlight grew redder and richer as she
stepped along, and as she reached a
yawning chasm through which clashed
silver rill, the valley became glorified
with this sunset color. and female
form standing pensively on the verge
seemed bathed in blood.


The eyes of Ursula famed and became
almost blind. Her kness for brief
moment shook under her. Then the
demon assumed the sway, Boldly she
approached the child like creature.


81 shall have one searching, close
look at her,' said she, possessed of a
demon, and she walked quickly. The
fawn-like creature was evidently
startled and terrified by the Others
dreadful gaze, and she retreated step
and averted her head. Something IN
the movement goaded the other to fury.
There was a binding rush of blood to
her brain. and when she became herself
she was alone by the brink of the
chasm.


An hour afterwards the artist met
Miss Won Heydenreich hurrying to-
wards her lodgings. There was a start
and a recognition. She would have
spoken; but he bowed coldly and passed
on. What tempted each of them TO
turn and TO look? Perhaps it was
natural impulse on her part; maybe an
Intuition on his At ali events, he
again beheld the look of cold, cruel
triumph he had seen when a boy; but
the look then compared to the glance
now as water compares to wine.


With a sensation as if he had been
suddenly stricken with palsy, Eugene
walked on to seek the wife he should
never again see alive. But next morn
ing she lay on a spotless bed, with a
rose on her heart, stiff and stark, a
wound in her forehead, and look of
terror and agony in her open eyes.
And people came in and wept. and
whispered and looked; while Eugene
Raymond sat like picture of Despair
beside his dead. He knew who had
murdered his poor Florence; but there
was no proof, and the assassin remain
ed unmolested.


As to the readers natural curiosity
respecting Ursula Won Heydenreich's
ultimate fate, let him be assured that
the "mills of the gods are no distem-
pered dream, nor the avenging Nemesis
no mere NEUROLOGICAL vision.