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seucrtaccresceten"|HOW A. BEAUTIFUL ESCAPED ' ~ SPRING CATARRH BY. USE OF PE-RU-NA. She drew back as if the touch ‘had WIV VV VV VV PUY) : { ; burned her; then, recollecting that she must not anger him now, she smiled with apparent kindnes3—how sii she scorned herself for that deception CHAPTER XXII.—Continued. “Stay!” he cried. “You have not yet given me an answer.” He seized both her hands and forcibly held her while he said with swift utterance: “Answer me. Tell me you will be my wife and Rothesay shall be safe from me—more, I will even aid him. I promise you he shall not be caught, for with such an accomplice as I will be he cannot’fail to get out of the country. Now tell me. Say yes tome and that man is safe. Say mo to me and in six hours he shall be arrested for murder and on the way to prison, and you send him there!” Kate Purcell’s heart bounded with a dreadful fear and rage; her wide eyes glowed with such indignant intensity as made Burt curse himself that he should still be capable of feeling a kind of shame, but he had no intentfon of retreating from his position. “You threaten to betray him if I do not promise to become your wife?” she said at last. “Yes, call it betray, if you will.” “What kind of a man do you think he is?” she asked with deep scorn. “Do you not think he would a thousand times be arrested—yes, and convicted —than that I should become’ your wife?” Never had Burt felt the resolution so strongly that he would never give up the attempt to make her his. Never had she looked so unspeakably beauti- ful to him as now, when she stood in defiance before him—as now when she revealed so plainly how she could love. With a mighty effort Burt controlled himself, and only said: “That is not an answer.” “You know the answer { will give. Is there a man in the world who would save himself that way? You might, for nothing is too low, too unmanly for you to do, Richard Burt; but, if I know Vance Rothesay any, he would bid me answer as I do—no!” “Let me ask you to consider all ‘no’ implies for him. “I have given you my answer.” She spoke calmly, yet fear for Roth- say was now beginning to unnerve her. She did think, with poignant anguish, of the power Burt held, but she could give no other reply. “You have some confidence in Roth- esay’s good faith and in his love for you, have you not?” sneeringly. that “Tam sure that he loves me,” she ; said, with dignity. Burt broke out into an oath that was fearful to hear. “Love you! Yes,” he cried, “he may love! _ But let me tell you, you are not the only one he loves, though he may have told you so. Since you say no to my proposal, I will tell you what I did not mean to tell. ly.thinkink Vance Rothesay is in mis- erable and lonely exile from you, he is soothing himself with the company of a woman, and a very handsome woman, too. He lives in a hut in the woods—I need not tell you where— and he has a young girl for his com- panion. That is the life your faithful lover leads.” “I do not believe you and I will lis- ten to you no longer,” and again she made an attempt to leave the room. But the arrow, even though fired by so mean a hand, shot with a swift agony through her; and yet she did not believe him. “No, by George! you shan’t leave me until I please!” he cried, placing him- self with his back to the door. “Don’t you know I tell you the truth about his companion? Do you think I'd be such a fool as to tell you a story like that and not be able to prove its truth? I will take you to that place; I will allow you to see Rothesay and his com- panions. Last night at dusk I saw / them sitting at the door of the hut. It is so retired a place that they thougkt they could safely do so. Her head was on his shoulder; his arm held her to him. I tell: you, Kate Purcell, you have yet to learn-what men are, even such heroes as Vance Rothesay. Will you go with me? Will you satisfy yourself of the truth of what I say?” “No.” “Then take my word for it. Do you still wish to save him for that other woman—his wife, for aught I know,” The girl shivered from head to foot. It, could not be but Burt’s word had made an impression upon her. But all she said was: “I cannot be your wife. Never ask me again. My answer is irrevocable.” Burt now turned to leave the room, when a sudden thought came to her, a plan by which she might possibly save Rothesay from Burt’s denouncing. But she must deceive—she must prevent Burt from fulfilling his threat immedi- ately. She let him go out of the room—out of the house. Then she sprang up and ran to the door, calling his name. He turned. She-was afraid to overdo her part. Burt’s eyes gleamed; was she be- ginning to see that her wisest course was to assent? “There is not much time to lose,” he said, in a gentler voice; then he could not help exclaiming passionately: “Oh, Kate! If you could only know how I love you! How I would try to make you happy!” She did not speak for a moment; then she said: “T have changed my mind; I ask you +» prove to me that a woman is with A Daughter of the Beach NX KNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANA While you are fond- | S NX NX NX Mr. Rothesay; I ask you to take me there to-night. Will you do it?” Burt’s heart beat more and more triumphantly. “And if you find I spoke the truth,” he began. Kate dared not raise her eyes as she said: “Wait. Let me see her first.” Burt only stayed long enough to ar- range the time when they should stért, | and then he hurried away, saying to himself: “They must always refuse first— these women. Now, I think she'll say yes before I am twenty-four hours old- er. That woman is there, and Kate must see her. She can hardly keep | her respect for Rothesay after that. Yes, Caryl has helped me in my suit, but in a very different way from what he said he would. He would have done his best to checkmate me; it is a very lucky thing all round that he was killed. And his sister—I wonder if I shall ever see Julia Caryl again.” His thoughts went back, not un- pleasantly, to that time when they had ridden together—he remembered the kiss he had taken. Yes, though he was in love with Kate Purcell, he con- fessed he would not object to flirting a little more with Julia Caryl. CHAPTER XXIill. To the Woods. Twilight had changed to the thick darkness of cloudy night before Dick Burt ventured to call for Kate Purcell that they might start on the expedi- tion he had promised. Kate’s father, Charles Purcell, had come home for an hour or two, and had gone off again with the inevitable pick-axe and dark lantern. The dull despair which she had be- gun to feel about her father was still in Kate’s heart, but it was overshad- owed now by a more.acute emotion. It was with a great effort that she kept herself outwardly calm. She was very pale, but her eyes burned with a strange light that would have alarmed her father had he not been so preoccupied as not to notice j her. She was sitting with a shawl over her arm, waiting, when Burt came, and the two started immediately. ; Dick had a light open carriage at the door, for they must ride several miles before they reached the woods. When he saw her face, Burt was wise enough not to try to talk. He was very well content to sit in silence be- side her. He felt that victory was now just within his grasp, and the feeling softened him a little. The dark glow of his glance as he rested it upon her had something almost like tender- ness in it. But she did not notice him; she had well nigh forgotten he was by her side, so intently was she thinking of the woman who was Vance Rothesay’s companion. Though she appeared not to notice anything, yet she saw the way they were taking, and remembered it, dark though it was. 4 When Burt stopped his horse just within a cart path the clouds had nearly dispersed, and the moon had risen, dissipating many of the shad- ows of the wood. “We have fully a couple of miles to walk now, and the way is very hard,” said Burt, while he carefully fastened his horse. ‘Can you walk it?” “Rasily,” was all the answer Kate made. And the two went on, the girl not failing to note by some peculiar tree, or group of brushwood, or something, every turn in the path. But by and by they left all trace of a path behind them and plunged into the thick wood, pushing through bushes and underbrush. | Then Kate, knowing she could never find her way by any memo of the place, began to use a mgans she had used before she started. She thrust her hand into her pocket, which was full of bits of white paper. Furtively, every few feet, she dropped the white bits, thus “blazing” her way for her own eyes, and she hoped that no other eyes but hers would follow that track as long as the fugitive re- mained concealed there. Burt saw nothing. He believed it almost impossible for any one fo re- member a way so blind, and he had not an idea of the plan in Kate’s mind. After nearly two hours of this push- ing through the tangled underwood, Burt stopped and turned to Kate, who had walked directly behind him. “We are almost there now, and we must use the utmost care not to give them warning. The moonlight will show you quite plainly the little open- ing where the hut stands. He has chosen the spot well. 1 don’t believe the place is seen twice a year. If they will only be outside, or with the door open. _It is so warm a night it may be they will.” Kate stood motionless by his side, her breath coming in pantings, seem- ing all the movement in her frame. Burt looked at her and longed, with nearly uncontrollable desire, to take her in his arms. The way in which she had always repelled him made her still more attractive to him. Half losing himself in the emotion she caused him—slone in the warm have never you?” —and said, in a whisper: f “Wait, Dick! Do you not know I allowed caresses from His eyes flamed in the darkness, but he only said, releasing her hand: “] will try to, wait, but you cannot think how I love you, Kate.” She shivered as she heard him, “Yau are not cold?” solicitously, “No—that is, I think not,” she an- swered. “But we must not linger here. Let us go on.” 3 She felt that she could not endure the excitement and this man’s pres- ence much longer. “You are too tired—you are breath- less; rest awhile,” he said, not dis- liking to be thus alone with her. “No, no; I am not tired. I shall be- lieve you lied to me if you do not go instantly!” she cried in an imperative undertone. And he dared not disobey her. In five minutes more Burt stopped in his, walk, parted the low-growing boughs of two thick-leaved pine trees, and looked out into the opening, half of which was quite plainly illuminated by the moon, His face grew dark as his eyes wan- dered over the place and saw nothing but the dingy hut, closed, and nothing moving in the space. Kate heard the oath he whispered, and shrank back a little as she heard. But he was resolved in some way to prove the truth of the story he had told. Still, he had hoped to be able to see that woman without any effort save the coming to the place. When he had looked a moment his face suddenly cleared and became lit with savage exuitation. Without saying a word, he turned and drew Kate silenyy forward, put- ting her in his place, while he looked over her shoulder. His hand directed her gaze, and she saw, sitting apparently on the trunk of a fallen trees, two figures—one a man, the other a woman. She could not recognize them, but she could see that the woman sat very near her companion, that her head was resting on his shoulder. “Did I tell you the truth?” was the whisper that was hissed into Kate’s ear as she looked. She did not reply immediately; she could not at first speak. Now she knew that she had not believed Burt’s assertion in the least. Now she knew in the agony of’ suffering that con- tracted her heart, how intense, how profound, was her love for Vance Rothesay. If he could deceive her like this— ah! And she still thrilled with hap- piness as she thought of his kisses and bis words. She had never known her capability of suffering before. She would tear her heart out, would conquer all manifestation of that love. That he could have spoken of love to her! Oh, the humiliation, the pang of that moment could never be forgot- ten! And she had believed she had known and felt that he was incapable of anything savoring in the least of dishonor. But she would save him just the same. She was resolved upon that. Finally. she replied to Burt’s words, “Tt may be any man and Woman. We cannot tell that it is Mr. Rothe- say.” And it was true; the faces of neither of them could be distinguished; but Kate felt no doubt in her heart. “That is true,” replied Burt. ‘Ve will wait. They must cross that strip of light before they enter the hut. They will then come so near us that we can tell if it is Rothesay.” Burt’s voice had no doubt in it. knew it was Rothesay. (To Be Continued.) He Watch the Mustache. 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