aters of the bay, fell on the wretched mother's heart like a d

the midnight hour with its despairing echoes, then she sprang wildly

reeled, her limbs failed her. As she pushed the gate open with faltering hands she staggered

ears in the library, where he was gravely conferring w

He rushed from the room and followed the sound, the two men behind, a

e dead on the hard earth. With tender compassion they li

nning of a severe illness for Elaine Brooke

ir treasure, refusing to yield it up to the efforts of those who, headed by Mr. Kenmore, made an ineffectual trial to find even the cold, dead body of the desperate girl. Dawn broke with all the roseate beauty of summer, and the g

oftened, saddened man-a man with a purpose. Two things had confirmed him in

on. On the day following a purplish mark was discoverable on the old man's temple-a st

es, believed that it was caused by a blow-a

on the tragic night, he had stood by her side a few moments, gazing at her in pain and sorrow. While h

ught

, and without preamble, "the name of

d trembled in sha

. "I am under a sacred p

he asked, coolly, and Be

it in her deliri

owing that he had surprised th

e of an hour had sought oblivion from the ills of life, Guy Kenmore thought it all out

r by a trumped up story, and divided her from her young husband. Dying, h

ed the second li

e revealed. That person had followed the bearer of Clarence Stuart's letter, and had torn i

eved in the truth and acc

rty," he said to himself. "I will not ask Mrs. Brooke nor Bertha. They would on

home in Baltimore, and await