Year: 1877

 day, will you not-when you meet him by the sea v

 Certainly, if you desire it, Ninon,' responded Mrs Kenwick smiling And now bring me my wraps, hear him asking for me in the hall below.'

 Presently the petite maid returned bringing shawl of some misty. pale rose fabric that she wound in oriental fashion about the royalty graceful form of her mistress, who immediately went down to meet Antoine Chariot

 He was handsome man of that dark, fascinating sort of beauty occasionally seen in old Spanish portrsits. In form, feature and bearing, he was at once grave and poetic, fastidious, passionate and well-bred.

 'Ah, NJ. Chariot so early r observed Camilla, giving him her delicate, rosy finger tips.

 How could I be late," he responded in the purest English; "when enjoy so much, our hours by the sweet, sweet sea. Will you come down to the beach with mes The sunset is charming"

 She smiled as she went with him, but her heart was heavy and fearful in her bosom. She was nervously apprehens- i've of the denOuement of her Summer pastime

 Not there, Camilla" said her admirer as she would have drawn him among the ranks of promenaders but here, in this sweet green nook, for have something to say to you"

 He seated her on messy boulder in the shadow of a steep cliff grown thickly over with sweet briar and pink wild roses.

 ''l can guess what it is my friend" she replied serenely, but with a keen in ward thrill that Was half pain and half vanity; you have heard something of the tableux we are to have in honor of my husbands coming. You wish to help me-you are very kind.

 The passion that bad filled his eyes like flame went out in an awful aston ishment and gloom.

 -Four husband, Camilla P he cried. ''who but who love you can ever be that ?"

 "Surely you should have known am married" responded the woman, her cheeks blazing, as she held forth one dainty hand on which glttered her we'd ding-ring.

 For moment-one ominous moment he gazed at her steadily, searchingly, and then his reproaches burst forth in a hurricane of fierce, scathing words

 ''I see now it is," he exclaimed "you have made me your dupe--my love the toyof your idleness and amusement The stain of murder is on your fair, false hands, and all the waters of wonder sea can never wash it away. To wish you future happiness would be mockery and blasphemy Farewell P He dashed up the cliff with madness on his livid visage. She heard him crashing through the thorny, wild-rose bushes, then above the plash of the sunset sea, she heard dull piunging sound, and great agonized cry.

 Antoine Chariot had gone down to his death.

 There was brief confusion among the promenaders on the silyery beach, there were inquiries and unsatisfactory explanations, and futile attempt at res cue. In vain The hungry undertow must have borne away it's prey. And winter than the face of the drowned could ever be, were the cheeks of Mrs. Camilla Kenwick as she went bacR alone to Wild Rose Villa.

 She called Ninon and told her of what had happened.

 Don't touch me- cried the girl aghast; there is blood on your hands, madame.

 That night her maid could not be found, and the next morning Ralph Ken wick came.

 Camilla was alone in her room-her attitude that of utter misery--her eyes fixed mournfully on the sea What was in her heart only Heaven could tell.

 "She is grieying over our quarrel," thought her husband, with thrill of tenderesl pity. Dear soul II l was wretch to talk to her as 1 did. Camil- lat'