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My heart and soul were with you as you listened at the hole in the ceiling,” replied Helen. “Well, that story made clear to me that Claude de Lavet was my uncle, and Lord Robert de Lavet my father.” “Ah, now I know how he was able to play so successfully upon Bash- fort’s fears and fancies,’ thought So- sia. “And I know,” continued Clarence, “I know where to find, in Galway, those precious proofs which Bashfort stole from Claude de Lavet, and which he had been hired to steal by Sosia, but which he never gave to the treach- erous sorcerer.” If the concealed sorcerer had dared to move he would at this moment have dragged his sleeve across his face to relieve it of an icy sweat that started from every pore of his hideous visage. “With these proofs of my mother’s innocence,” continued Slarence, “and with you on my arm as my wife, I will find Lady Ida Beauclair and Lord Rob- ert de Lavet, and tell them the story of my life. They will believe me— they mu:t believe me! And if they do not, you will still be my own dar- ling wife.” A And here the hopeful, happy lov- ers exchanged so fervent and joyous a kiss that Sosia dug his sharp nails into his flesh and grinned in his dark- ness like a demon on coals of infernal fire, “But may I not accompany you to Kilronan now, dear Clarence?” asked Helen. “Can we not escape from Dun Aengus now and together?” “If he consents to that,” thought Sosia, “my present scheme of ven- geance may fail! I may have to kill him on the spot!” “No, dear Helen. I do not know how all is above yet, and I may fail to secure a boat at Kilronan. I may be compelled to go on to Killeany, which is several miles from Kilronan. The distance is too great for your present strength. There may be many perils in the way, too, which I can readily avoid if I be alone. Courage, darling! Fear nothing! No ‘living man or woman ‘suspects that we are here. You are too sensible to dread the dead; and there are no cave mon- sters more formidable than rats to be expected, and they prefer the old building above, where Bashfort’s stores of provisions will feéd them.” “T will be brave!” replied the de- voted girl. “I shall fear only for your safety, dear one, while you are away.” “And my safety shall be to me as if it were your dear life in my keeping,” replied Clarence. “You will not trem- ble now, as I go into that passage to look out upon the sea and sky again, that I may guess at the hour?” “Oh, no,” replied Helen, both with a shudder and.a smile. “I have learn- ed all I wish to know of that passage. Oh, pray, do not remain away so long as you did before!” “Of course not. I shall not have to battle with more Bashforts, I am sure.” The night was dark and the sky cloudy, the light of the moon but faintly appearing. Yet remembering at about what time the orb had risen on the preceding day, Clarence was able to aimost correctly estimate the hour. He did not linger in the cliff cave, but soon returned to the interior cave, where he found Helen just completing preparations for their evening meal. “Ah, you wish to keep me strong,” said Clarence, smiling. “It is, I think, about 9 o'clock, and as soon as our meal is over I must leave you.” * “Bat heartily and happily, you dog!” thought hidden Sosia. It is the last meal you and Helen Beauclair are ever to eat together. Be gay and fes- tive, my charming innocents! Sing and be merry—for, by the heart of the fiend, this is your last kissing time!” Happily unsuspecting of these iron- teal and unspoken comments, the lov- ers did enjoy themselves very much, and in their soft love speeches and innocent love-‘making so tortured the listening sorcerer that his breast was covered with gashes from his griping nails, which, like the talons of a fam- ished vulture in sight of an unap- proachable feast, he dug into his own flesh. “Oh!” he thought. “Oh; the two fools! The two Babes in the Wood! The two idiots! The pair of angels! I shall go mad presently and how] like a starved wolf! Curse the beggar! Will he never go? Is he going to stay there all night, talking love, and tell- ing of his past and of his hoped-for future life? “I must depart, dear Helen. In two hours it will be midnight. You must not begin to expect my return until it is nearly dawn.” The Sorcerer of St. By PROF. WILLIAM H. PECK. Giles “And how am I to know when it is nearly dawn, in this dreadful cave?” exclaimed Helen. “Blissful, beautiful cave, since it has sheltered you, dear Helen, and | given us refuge from the wretches who sought to destroy our happiness!” replied Clarence. “Blessed cave, for it has sheltered the angel who is soon to be my darling wife!” “Damnable cave!” thought the sor- cerer, grinning in his rage and jeal- ousy. “Abominable cave! for here I have been more tortured by my ears and my brain than if I had been sous- ed in boiling oil.” “T will tell you, dear Helen, how you may know when to-morrow’s dawn is near,” said Clarence, selecting a fresh candle of wax from those which, he had taken from Bashfort’s stores, and slightly inserting pins along its length at regular intervals. “Tt is now abgut ten o'clock, I judge; or about seven hours before day-dawn. You see? Here are seven pins. One will drop from the candle every hour, as the candle burns down. I will pre- pare another in the same way, that you may have a double test of the flight of time. Gold old King Alfred of England invented and had no other night clock than burning candles. See—I fix them upright upon this rock, that you can cee them if you awake before I return. But I hope you will sleep well, and be strong and fresh for our journey to-morrow.” And so saying Clarence placed and lighted the candles upon the outer end of that tongue of rock behind which he had prepared a sleeping place for Helen the preceding night, adding: ‘The candles will burn at least eight hours. But I will return before sunrise, whether I obtain a sailboat in Kilro- nan or not, if you insist upon it.” “No; I leave it all to your judgment, dear Clarence.” “Brave heart! Well, if I obtain no boat at Kilronan, I wiil seek else- where, and be certain to return ‘to- morrow night. Now, farewell for a few hours, dear one, and may heaven aid and protect us both!” Helen answered an amen on her lover’s lips, and after exchanging a long and ardent embrace, they parted. Helen kept a smiling face amid her tears until Clarence had disappeared into that passage which Jed into the dungeon, and then she sank.upon her knees and prayed to heaven for the speedy and safe return of her lover. The sorcerer, when assured that Clarence had departed, noislessly withdrew from his covert into the pas- sage behind the leaning slab, and hast- ened through its windings to where he might be able to watch the further movements of Helen’s lover. Clarence, after emerging from be- low into the great building above, by means of the trap door in the closet, noiselessly pursued his way to the room above Helen’s late prison. Peering down through the broken ceiling, he saw, in the room below, Lord Genlis seated near the bed, and on the latter was stretched in ghastly stiffness the corpse of unfortunate Wilford Osred. The face of Lord Genlis was stern and rigid, with a terrible expression of grief and despair. His arms wére crossed upon his chest and his chin down, his back toward the dead, his eyes fixed in a vacant stare at the flame of a lamp which burned upon a table in the center of the room. He had been seated thus for hours, silent, remorseful and despairing, be- fore Clarence’s gaze fell upon him. “He is more to be pitied than’ the dead,” thought Clarence. He suffers more than his son—unless the son be now suffering in the other world.’, The glance of Clarence had scarce- ly taken in the scene when a rap sounded at the door. , Lord Genlis made no reply to this rap, though his eyes turned moodily toward.the door. Another rap and no reply, and then Martha entered, bearing a tray of food and wine. “Pray take something, my lord,” said Martha, as she placed the tray upon the table. “Not now,” replied Lord Genlis, moodily. “My lord, you have not tasted food or drink since last night,” said Mar- tha. “You have not even put on the clothes you took off last night.” This was true. Lord Genlis was only partially dressed, just us he was when he and Capt. Osred had sprung from their bed when aroused by the shouting of Bashfort—else he would have discovered that his leathern packet had been taken or lost from his coat. “It does not matter,” he replied, in a harsh, hoarse voice. “I feel neither cold nor hunger nor thirst, woman. Watch here with me to-night ,or I fear I may do myself an injury ere I shall have buried the body of my son. To- morrow—well, when daylight comes again, I will decide what to do. Re main here with me to-night, or I may —I may,” he added, more hoarsely and looking wild, “blow my brains out!” and as he spoke he grasped ner- vously the handle of one of his pis- tols at his waist. “Nay, be not alarm- ed, woman, for I will not play the fool if you are near. The presence of a liy- mg person drives away the moSking ‘phantoms I see about me—about the body—when I am alone!” “{ will remain with you, my lord, till it is buried,” said Martha, with a glance toward the bed and its sheeted dead. ‘After that my service witb you, my lord, must end.” “Aye, after that I shall be alone in the world, if I see fit to remain in it,” replied Lord Genlis, in a moody voice. Perhaps after that is over, if I find the papers valuable, [ may find something worth living for.” “What papers, Martha. Lord Genlis was speaking of the private papers of the sorcerer, refer- red to in Sosia’s confession, and which the noble supposed were at this mo- ment in his coat in the other room. “No matter,” he said, in reply to Martha. “Have you been in the room in which I slept last night since— since the accident?” “No, my lord. I was about to enter it, but changing my mind I did not. But I locked the door from mere force of habit. Here is the key.” “Give it to me; though we need fear no intruders at Dun Aengus. Now I will try to sleep,” said Lord Genlis, reclining his head upon the bed as he sat in his chair. “I will remain awake, my lord,” said Martha, crouching in her favorite pos- ture upon the floor, with her back against the door, and her eyes upon her master. “And I,” thought Clarence, noise- lessly leaving his spying place, “will hasten upon my way toward Kilronan. They will doubtless remain where they are till morning. But that | fear Helen is unable to walk so far over so rough a way, and that I fear Lord Genlis may have friends at Kil- ronan, and so learn of our presence there, I would now take Helen with me.” He found the outer door of the building locked, but, as. the key was in the lock, he easily made his egress, and was soon upon the path.which he remembered would lead him to Kil- ronan—then a miserable little village near Killeany bay. Silent as a shadow, and exultant as a triumphant fiend, the sorcerer watched the departure of Clarence; and when weli assured that Helen’s lover was hastening away, he locked the outer door to guard against the accidental return of the young man, took the key with him, and then glid- ed into the darkness of the interior of the house. »His keen eyes were soon after gazing down at Lord Genlis and Martha. Lord Genlis by this time was asleep, overcome by fatigue and excitement of the day—asieep in a chair, his head resting upon the bed on which lay the dead body of his son. Martha was on th® floor, with her back against the door. Her eyes were closed; her head reclined backward, partly upon one shoulder, partly against the door, so that the sorcerer was abie to see all her face. “They sleep,” he muttered. let me make sure.” He ‘broke off, between his thumb and finger, a piece of plaster as large as half of his hand, and let the piece fall into the room. The plastering struck the floor and made quite a noise as it was shattered by the concussion. Lord Genlis did not move. Martha started a little, opened her eyes, rub- bed them, and then was as before. The sorcerer waited a few minutes, and then let fall another and a larger piece of plaster. Neither of the sleepers below mov- ed. my lord?” asked “But “They are sound asleep now,” thought Sosia. “He will sleep for hours. I am not so sure about the woman. I must make sure.” He took from his bosom a small box which contained several pastiles, each about as large as a Lima bean. Then, reaching his arm far down through the ragged ceiling, he dexterously tossed one of these pastilles so that it fell squarely upon a table not far from Marilia. (To Be Continued.) Euchred. It was at a prayer conference meef- ing, ard Deacon Smith had dozed off into a nalf-asleep and half-awake con- dition of extreme contentment, when Elder Jones, who was leading the meeting, said: “Deacon Smith, will you lead in prayer?” Rubbing his eyes, said: “'Taint my lead. cott’s. Deacon Smith I dealt!”—Lippin- A Knowing Chap. Grimes—I suppose you tell your wife everything when you get home. Grant—No, not everything. Grimes—Of course xot, things she wants to’ knew. Grant—My dear fellow, those are the things I don’t tell her. I use up so much time telling her the things she doesn’t care to know that there is no time left for her to question me about the things she cces want to know.—Boston Transcript. but the Curved Fronts. “Did it ever occur to you,” queried the originator of fool remarks, “that the majority of politicians are fat men?” ‘ “It never did,” replied the rapid-fire thinker, “but now that you have men- tioned it I begin to understand why so few of them are straightforward.” —Chicago News. The Apex of Bliss. Seldum Fedd—Say, Soiled, what's your idea of the kind of place Utopia was? Soiled Spooner—Aw, an island of rye bread entirely surrounded by beer, { reckon.—Puck, ¥ ~ On Philadelphia—as Usual, H. H. Rogers has added a good- humored contribution to the witti- cisms, deserved or otherwise, preva- lent about the Quaker City. On an iron grille around an elevator shaft at the ground floor, a dial with figures corresponding to the floors is traversed by an indicator which in- forms waiting passengers of the car's progress up or down. “Look there,’ remarked Mr. Rog- ers, pointing as the hand began to move; “is it any wonder they jeer at the pace in Philadelphia?” “Why the car is coming unusually fast,” observed his companion, A. J. Cassatt. “What did I say?’ continued the magnate, pointing at the indicator in- sistently. “I started at twelve and didn’t get here until six by the clock.” Snake Follows Like a Dog. The Colburn Machine Tool company has on exhibition a rare specimen of the snake family that was captured by James Davison, an employe, while on a business trip through Illinois. The snake is a foot in length, of a beautiful mottled green color, and it is said that it can be trained to follow one like a dog. The boys have be- come attached to the little beauty and many a toothsome bit finds its way to the cage where it is confined. —Ven- ango Citizen-Press. 5 Egyptian Repartee, Cleopatra was relating to Antony the wonderful story of how she swal. lowed the pearls. “I only have one wis! “And what is that?” ancient queen. “Why, that I could swallow ” said Antony lowed the pearls.” And even the sphinx smiled.—Co- lumbus Dispatch. United. English rector (to parishioner) “Good morning, Thompson; I hear you have a son and heir?” Parishioner—Yes, sir; one house- hold now represents the United King- dom. Rector—How so? Parishioner—Why, you see, I am English, my wife's Irish, the nurse is Scotch, and the baby wails.—Harper's Weekly. Just Like a Man. He—How awfully mannish she is. She—Isn’t she, though? He—Yes, and the funny part of it is that she thinks people admire her for being that way. I should think she’d realize that people are only laughing at her. 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