THAT BEAUTIFUL RIVER. < I f That clever blot about Cyril W.nlwortb had ihe intended cffael on the nervon* ruvaUJ. AU uer old learn of Cyril W*Ut worth wrre reawakened. A longing deure look paeM*i-ion of bur to have her daughter married off safely cut of the fortune- hauler's reach. la her Hidden anxiety sue would bave m. Leon and Beatrix married AM moment by telegraph it poeuble. But kifeoted bar hatband with all her OWD fean, pad both concurred in the opinion of Mr*. Le Boy that delayi were dangeroa*. Bo* letter went hattilv bok to Eden fall of good tidiuK to the dwellere then. Tbe Oordoo'e approved and even advo- oaled Mrn. Le Roy'e plan. They wrote to their daughter, and recommended her to eborten the term of ber lover's probation, regretting that the Mate of ber mother'! bealtb made it deeirkble for her to remain where ehe wae yet awhile longer. The let- ter wae filled with ioeh warm, parental tun and advice that Laurel involuntarily wept over it. A generoai oheok for ber Parisian trmiiMM wee meloeed. ThU the yoang girl put oaxef ally away. " I ob all uever nee it," the laid. " Gold eomld not tempt me to lin. It ie love that bae made me bad and wicked, bnt I can- not draw baok now. I shall marry St. Leon Le Ray. It i* fate." 80, following that fate, the went reek- lewly on in her strange career. Three wceke later the wae no longer Laurel Vane, wa Laurel Le Roy, almost (orgettiog in ber wild hipiineti ber inimy'e threat, Wka brtakt-payi!" CHAPTER XXV. Deyt eame in whiob Laurel almott for ettie long, dark, threatening tbadow that always jut ahead of ber. They were oroeeing the wide Atlantic. Ocean, and every one laid that tbere never bad been finer weather or a pliaaanter trip. They bad no rough winde the whole voyage. Tbe oalm, annoy blue eky bung over an ooean at beautifully blue and almost ae oalm. Tbe foamy white- cape of the waves were almoet ae fleecy and pure it the anowy little clouds that Bailed through the eky. Tbe beautiful thining-winged sea- bud* were a eouroe of beauty and delight t* every one. Every day waf warm and tenny, every night was moon-lighted and balmy. No one bad expected each perfect weather in October. Forever after tboee two weeke remained Laurel 'a memory like a beautiful dream, fadeleee and ineffaceable. For that little time ehe wae perfeotly aeeare. Hbe knew LO one on tbe steamer, no one knew ber. Her hatband wae perfeotly devoted to ber ae the wae tobim.Tbeyepenl long, happy daye together on deck, never weary of eaab otber'e eooiety. They talked to eaab other by moonlight, their talk often drifting into poetry, which Ie the moet natural language of love. They made tome acquaintance*, but they did not eeek other toouty. They were all in all to each other, The girl-wile oould net An a it in her heart to repect of- what ehe bad done. It appeared to her that abe had been made for him, and he for ber, judging by their mutual love. Certainly a change for tbe better bad been affected in 8k Leon Le Roy. Uie dark eyee were no longer cold and cynical, bnt beamed with love and bippineee Tbe Booking smile no lonicer curled bia lipe. They were eweet and gentle. Hie voioe rang with leoderoeea instead of eareaant. Hie hatred and diitruet for all women because Maud Menvale had deceived him wan gradually dying out. He believed that hie bride was an angel. When tbe awaken- ing oame, it wae all tbe more bitter beoauae he bad believed in her eo truly. Laurel wan ae lovely ae a dream in those honey moon days. Her face glowed with bappipees, ber dark eyee lt their eombre, brooding abadow, and tparkled like atara. Tbe paseengere aaid tnat Mr. Le Roy'e young bride wae a perfect beauty. Wben tbe walked on deck in ber toft, fine, white catbmere dreeaee, with a crimson aoarf about ber abouldere, diamonds blaiiog in ber tmall, abell-like ears, and ber aplendid jnrnuhed golden bair fljiog like a banner of light on the gentle breizi, no one could keep from looking at ber, no one oonld keep from envying St. Leon Le Roy the poeaea- lion of ao much beauty, end iweetnete and love. Laurel bad never known that the wae beautiful nntil St. Leon told ber 10. It wae a new deligbt to ber. Some faint hope oame to ber that by that beauty abe might bold hii heart, evea when he found her out even when be knew her at ber wont an impostor who bad manjueraled under a false na-ne, and ao won him. She had read that " beauty 11 lord of love," and abe prayed tbat it might prove so to ber in ber dark hour that hour always just a littte ahead of ber, when abe ehould moan : 80 tlrotl, ao tlrrd, my heart and 1 1 Though uow uime U*u me on bit arm Tu foul lue clt' au'i kin uie warm Till eaeh quick breath eu<l in a iifih Of bapi>v langotir. N .w alone. We > >u apou some graveyard (tone, I'nchftji e<l, uaalsoed, my heart and I. Hhe would not think of tbat neariog future moob. She gave herself up to tbe dalighte of the preaent. Hhe wai the moet fondly worshipped wife) in tbe world. When they went to Paris, be loedt d her wi i h coet ly gifts, aplendid dresset, prictliie jewels. " I do not know bow I ihall ever be able to wear all of tbeee splendid tbinga ; they are too floe for ma," abe aaid to him almoet afraid of herself in the midat of thin iplen- did paraphernalia. " Mbtbing ie too ooetly or too fine for you, ray little love," be answered, taking ber in hie arms and killing tbe beautiful face over and over. " Ton will need all tbeee thinga when yon get Into society. When we go bomr, we will epend our winters in New York, and tbe women in society tbere dress like queens. I iball went yon to be tbe Oneet of them all, M yon are decidedly tbe moat beautiful." He wondered why tbe fair face grew so peJe, why bit yoang wife shivered in bu aims, and drooped her eyea from hip. I bope it will be a long time before we return to New York," ebe eaid almoet pet- ulantly, "I like Europe better than America." " Ton are a meet disloyal abject of the United Btatee," be taaghed ; " bnt yon shall eety M long M yon wiab, my darling." CHAPTER XXVI. they wMt to aWlend, Laurel little fearfully ft they booli tbe Wsntworlbs. Bbe kniw that b. ooming upon them wai not pleteant, Bbe did not think tbat Beatrix Wentwoiib would approve of what tbe bad done, and ebe recalled Clarice WslU. threat with an uncontrollable thndder. It bad been ao vivid. I would betray yon even in front of tbe altar I" had aaid tbe maid. Decidedly tbe ibiugbt of i tumbling upon tbe Went wort ha wae not pleasant. " Bat then," taid the. trembling young bride to bereelf, " there wae no likelihood tbat they would do eo." London wae a great wide city. They might ttay tbere for yean, and never ttamble upon thete people of whom ber guilty eontcienoe made her feel eo horribly afraid. Again, ibe remembered that Cyril Went worth wai here on butineti, the and ber husband in qneet of pleaiore. Their wayt lay far apart. There were no mutual aimi and pnrtuitt to bring them together. It wai decidedly unlikely tbat they should meet. Bnt some one has cleverly eaid tbat "Tbe moet unlikely thing! always bap pen." They had been in London several weeks, patiently " doing" all tbe wondere of that wonderful city, whan one dty Mr. Le Roy took hie wife to tbe famoua art gallery. She bad developed a perfect paeeion for fine pictures and ttatnee, and be knew that abe would be charmed with tbe works of tbe old masters that were gathered in tbia famous gallery the Titiani, Mnrrilloi, Oaidoe, Rapbaeli all tbe glorioue men who, by brukh or chisel, bad handed down their name to an immortal fame. It WM a bright day in December. Tbe inn wae abining, for a wonder, in murky, foggy London, irradiating ite usual " pea- eoop" atmoephere. St. Leon wae delighted tbat tbe inn nbone to brightly. He knew tbat it would abow tbe piolnree to mill greater advantage, and be liked for hie darling to have all ber pleasures at their beat. Looking at Laurel yon would never have guessed that uu til a few months ago ehe had lived in cheap lodgings with ber erratic father, and tended their poor roomi with ber own little white bauds. Bbe looked at dainty and lovely as a little prinoeee now, aa abe tripped along by tbe tide of ber handeome, stately husband. The dty wae cold, although tbe tun shone eo brightly, and Laurel wae wrapped in a long cloak of shining aeal-ikio, with a pretty oap of tbe tame perched jauntily on bar bead, ile long brown oetriob pluma drooping against ber long golden curie, contracting with their lovely tinge, wbiob must have been a favor- ite ihade with tbe old masters, for Bt. Leon observed that they had painted it iu tbe beida of their moet beautiful women. " Tbere is not a i icture on tbe walla half eo lovely at ber living face," be eaid to bimeelf, exultantly, looking at tbe fair flower -face with iti loll orimioB lips, it* ovtl outline, ile wine-dark tyee with enoh wealth of jetty laabee toftly fringing them, and tbe toft bright fringe of love looks, shading tbe low, white brow. Tbe aplendid diamond solitaires in ber rosy eare flatbed a .d sparkled witb every turn of tbe restless little bead, and were wondroualy becoming to her style. It wae no wonder that Si. Leon's eyee turned often from the change- less canvas to dwell in fondeet admiration on tbe living faoe full of the glow and flaab and aparkle of youthful beauty and hap- pineaa. He told ber tbat tbe wai more beautiful than tbe pictured ftoet on the walls, and ber eyei flashed with joy, and ber faoe flashed roeily. She wae to glad of the fair- nets tbat Gad bad given ber, ehe never wearied bearing about it. It wae tbe link by wbiob abe hoped to bold ber bnsband when be found out tbe truth about ber. Bbe often asked bereelf anxion-ly which would be tbe ttronger in tbe terrible hour hie love or hiipiide bnt tbe oonld never answer ber own question. She loved St. Leon, but she did not yet understand him. They were st at ding in front of a saraph- io- looking Madonna, wben tuddeoly be touched ber arm, and wbiipered In ber ear: 11 Some others are waiting to look at this, dear. Let ua move on." Sho turned ber botntifal, bappy faoe from the picture toward tbe group who bad just oome up to them a young lady and tenlleman with a trim maid following after, some rich, warm wnpa over ber arm. They were Cyril Wentworin, bu wife, and her maid Clarice. Tbe beautiful smile froia on Lanrel'i lips aa the met their ttaitled gin. Bbe uttered a moan like one dying, and all in a moment fall senseless on tbe floor. CHAPTER XXVII. More than once, since they oame to Eng- land, Clarice Wellt eaid, anxiously to her miatrese : I am tfraid Miae Vane ban laid her plane to marry Mr. Le Roy. Why elee fhould the have wished to remain at Eden ?" But Beatrix, woo wae very fond of the lovely tirl who bad made auoh a sacrifice, tor hei sake, would not believe it. Hhe wai a dear, good, honest child,' ibe laid. " I bad bard work to persuade bar to personate me for a little while. Her xaggeratei notion of gratitude wae all that lipped the toale iu my favor, allowing a iui for her romantio pity for two despair- ng lovers. I am aure ebe would not attempt an intrigue at ber own risk." Oae riike a kraal deal for love's sake, laid Clarice Welle. " Ton would know that by your experienoe, Mrs. Wentworth. 1 But Laurel wae not in love with Mr. Le Hay. Sbe wae afraid of him. She wrote me to tbat effect," objected pretty Beatrix, Bung ber large blue eyei inrpriiedly on Clarice's sober faoe. 11 I beg your pardon. Tbat might have been tbe oaee at flrtt, bat it wai not likely to laet," laid the maid, punning ber argu- ment witb tbe freedom of a favorite. " I do not believe Mlae Vane'l antipathy lasted long. He wae very bandeome and faeoinat- ing just the man to win the love i f an innocent young girl I And be admired ber, I am lure of that, Mrs. Wentworth. And believing ber to be hie equal in wealth and station, what wae to prevent their marry- ing if they loved etoh other ?" Yon are very clever, Clarice, but I am afraid yon are making monntaini of molt- hilla," Beatrix Wentworth anewercd, lightly. How oonld they marry without pap* and mamma'i consent ? Beatrix Gordon would have to return to New York and be married from her fatber't booee. And bow oonld little Laurel Vane, with bar big black eyei and innocent soul per- ' me to my own pareteT Do TOO not see that your theory wouldn't bold water, Clarice, an Cyril would lay in hie lively way." Olarioe wae eUenotd but not convinced. " Any way. I wieh I bad Dot left ber tbere," sue said. " My ooniolenoa would be all tbe clearer. Bui, Mr*. Wenlwortb, don't yon think that you should write to year Dannie now and oonteee what you have dun. and beg them to forgive yon for jour nanfhty conduct and runaway mar- riage?" Two aryital drope brimmed over Mrs. Wentworth'a blue eyei and eplaabed down upon ber pink obeeke. " Dear papa, dear mamma, it wai naughty and wicked to deeert them ao," tbe laid ; " bnt they wer* too bard on Cyril and me. I loved him eo dearly. I oonld not bear it But I loved them too ; and although Oynl makee rue so happy, my heart aches for tbe dear onei at borne." " And jou will write to them 7 Tbe plunge bae to be made some time. Aa well uow te ever," argtd tbe maid. "No, BU now. What do you take me for, Clarice ? Do yon think I would betray iweet little Laurel, to whom I owe all my btppioeai ? cried Beatrix, Indignantly. "I beg your pardon for naming it. Of coarse, you know beet, Mrs. Wentwortb," replied literate Clarice, dropping tbe inbject. Tbey bad ditonited tbe matter eevaral time*, eaab retaining ber own opinion of the matttr on tbe well-known principle that A wonen convinced against ber will 1* ol Uie same opinion still. Beatrix like moet adoring young wivei. who oonfUe all they know to tbtir bae- bmnde, UU ber grievance before Cyril. The hwdsome, happy young Benedict humbly btg ged bit wife's pardon for coin- ciding wife Cltrioe'i views rather than ben, but ie could not be ahaken from hie flret opinion thai tbe romance of tbe conspir- acy would culminate in the marriage of St. Leon Le Roy and Ltarel Vane. It would be a deligbtfnl ending," be eaid, laugaiog at ber horrified ftee. Bnt I tell yon it would not," abe laid, emphatically. " It would be just too dread fnl for anything, and I will not believe it of iweet little Laurel Vane I" I nope tbe may justify your good opinion, my dear," laid Cyril Wentwortb, dryly, but kiaeing her fondly, and loving ber all the more for ber boundless faith in ber fellow woman. But they dropped the inbjcot then, and if any one speculated further on Laurel Vane's hopes and plant It pasted in tilenoe. Beatrix wtt t x> generoai to believe evil of the innocent girl who bad nerved ber in ber clever counterplot againtt ber parenle. Bbe loved Lanrel for all tbe btd done tor tier. When tbe ibook of tbe truth oame upon her it wai all the harder to bear btctnae of tbe loving faith she bad persist- ently cherished. Tbat bright December day Cyril went lome to their neat, pretty lodgiogi and announced tbat be had a holiday. " It it inch a lovely day, I should like to take you out comewhere, darling," ha aaid, amootbing tbe bright waves of ber golden lair witb oaresaing ftngere. " Ton know it e not often tbat I have tbe chance to escort ron auywbire in tbe day." Tbey diteutevd duly tbe important anb- eol of where to go, and decided on an art gallery. Hjth adored picture!. Clarice dreejeed ber mistress in ber lilki and furs and decided t3 follow tbe party witb extra wrape for ber miatreea iu otee tbe day should prove colder than they thought, and in order t) gratify her own jwccnant for eight aeeing. Mo thought oame ta them of tbe great aurpriae that awaited them in tbe famone art nailery. Tbey went forward to meet it all nnoonKcionaly, even at Laurel awaiied their coming among tbe pioturee and ttatoee, all unoonicioui of what wai batt- ining to ber. Thiy were unusually gay. Beatrix bad teen pining a little of late under tbe le|. resting iLfljenoe of the rainy, dismal weather. Tbe bright sunshine revived ber pints and brought tbe warm pink roues to icr cboeki. Sbe laogbed and chatted ;ayly to her delighted hub*nd. They loitered iu tbe gallery and admired be beautiful paintings and ttataea, all tbe work of matter bands long since dissolved to dust. Tbey law only two persons beside ibemeelvei a Isdy and gentleman with heir faces turned toward the beautiful uintiog of a Madonna. Tbe lady bad :olden hair tbat wai strangely familiar to Beatrix and Clarice, bnt then, many of tbe iuglisb women had golden bair. Eacb laid to beraelf tbat it wae only fancy that it reminded them of Laurel Vane. Bo they went on slowly and nncon- :iously, and the bandeome man and beau tifnl girl turned around and faced them. Tbey law tbe young face whiten witb 'ear, heard tbe frightened moan break 'rom tbe trembling lipe, law ber red diz ily, and fall like a ttone at their feet and ibey knew that it wan Lanrel Vane, tbat it. Leon Le Roy wai ber buibaod, and hat her wretched falsehood had found h< r >nt! CHAPTER XXVIII. Mr. Le Roy, turning ic tbe tame moment with bu wife, saw two faeee tbat be reocg- niied Cyril Wentwortb'e tbat be bad een onoe in Naw York, and Clarioe's which ie remembered perfeotly well. Beatrix be lid not know. Heglanoedat ber oareleeely, ittle thinking what an influence the pretty ilonde bad exerted over hie life. A pang of jealousy, keen, iwift and terri lie ae the lU(htniog'i flath tore through hie nart at he beheld hie worthipped bride waver and fall, like one dead, to the floor. He believed that tbe mere tight of Oyril Wenlwortb'i face bad produced that terri bl emotion tbat bad atrioken her down like a broken flower at their feet. For an instant be stood motionlens, almott petrified by hie agitation, then he bint down over tbe beautiful face) that only a moment ago bad been lifted to bit spark ling and glowing witb love and bappineae. It wan pile and rigid now, and tbe jetty fringe of tbe lashe* lay biavily on the white oneeki at if they would never lift again from the iweet dark pyes. Quiok ti hi wtt, light-footed Claries WM before him. She wai kneeling down looeen- ing the fare and lacea about tbe throat of the nnoni clout girl witb deft fingers. Bit* looked up at him witb a itrange glance. " It U only a faint," IB! laid. " bat the may be tome tine in recovering. Ton had bitter go Mt and bring am * CetofM." Bt) obeyed hir like one in t ortam, and wai cone qotek-wltM Mr.. Wenlwcrth's w. tbe moment be Olarioe borrowed ifritU. I only set t him on a pretext," ibe laid. "We moat get ber revived before hi returns. Mr. Weiitwortb, will you pleas* remove ber gloves and obafe ber bands ? No, ptrhpi your wife might do it better," abe addea, with a quick afterthought. Beatrix had been clinging to ber hoi' band's arm, ttaring like one dteed at tbi etrange totne. Bhe knelt down and drew ft Ltarel't dark kid gloves and chafed tbe delicate, dimpled, white hands. Bbe eaw a broad gold wedding-ring on tbe tlendir finger of one email band, guarded by i keeper of magnificent diamonds and rubies. All three looked tignifioantly at one another, and Ulartoe eaid, woman -likt, to her miitreet : Mrt. Weutworth, I told yon eo." Oyril oonld not repreat a light langb M hi mood giilng down upon them. Hii keen perception told him tbe truth. "It ii Laurel Vane," be aaid, and Beatrix answered, Tee," in a dazed tone, whilt tbe maid in| plemented quickly, " Or rather Laurel Le hoy." At tbat momeut Laorel shivered and opened ber eyee. Bbe taw beraelf top- ported in Clarice s trme, while Beatrix, kneeling by ber, chafed her small hands Tbey aaw ber glance wander pait them yearningly, and a moan of pitiful deepair oame from ber white lipe M the miteed thi faoe ibe sought. " Too tainted, and Mr. Le Roy bae gone oat for tome tau it Coloyiu," taid tbi maid. A tone h of color oame into the blanched face. Sbe turned ber dark, frightened evu np to their cold faoef. ' You bave betrayed me I" the laid, in a faint, almotl dying, tone. Beatrix teemed incapable of speech. Clarice atawered, coldly : " We have eaid nothing yet I" Then she continued, gravely : " Miee Vane, are yon Mr. Le Roy's wife?" Tee, I am hit wife," Laurel aniwered, faintly. And the tore her bands from Beatrix, and covered her face witb them. No one spoke for a moment, then Clarice atked, slowly : " Did yon deceive him to the end 7" "To tbe bitter end I" shuddered Laonl, in a bollow tone. Then enddenly the let the shielding bands fall from her burning faoe, and looked at Beatrix. " Do not look at me to sternly and coldly, Mrs. Wentwortb," tbe cried. " Yon eenl me there. Art yon not to blame 7" No one eonld have believed tbat Mrt. Wenlworth't gentle faoe eonld grow to bard and oold. Laurel Vane bad so bitterly betrayed tbe trust the repoeed in ber tbat she did not know bow to forgive her. 11 Do not charge me with yonr folly, yoor madnete I" abe cried, indignantly. My tin wai bad enough bat voure ie beyond perdtn. How dared yon, Ltatnl Vm, marry tbe proud, rich St. Leon Le Roy 7" "I loved him be lived met" moaned tbe wretched young bride. " And what will become of bie love now wben be learnt tbe troth 7" queried Beatrix, with H tinging eoorn Cyril hastily interposed. " Do not be bard on her, Btttrix. Sbe wai kind to oi. Be kind to ber. See, ehi u> almoet broken hearted by your acorn I ' Laurel looked at tbe bandeome, kindly faoe. It wai full ef eympathy and pity, not bard and angry like tbe womeu'e faoeH, Her deepairing bearl filled with new hope. Hbe clasped ber hands, and looked at bun witb dark, appealing eyei. " Ye, I pitied you, I helped yon to yonr love," the laid, pleadingly. " Will you let them rob me of mine 7 Will you let them betray me 7" All the pity in bie heart, all bit manly oompaeaion, wai itirred into life by her worde and looks. " We love each other," the went on, patbet eally. " We love eioh other even ae you and your wife love. Do not oome between at yet 1 Let ue be bappy a little longer I " Beatrix, yon bear," said Cyril, bending down to take hie wife'e band in bis own. " Tbey love even at we love, dear. Cn yon bear to part them to betray bar? Bbe ie little more than a child. Ton will break her heart. The beginning of it all lies witb us. Do we not owe her oar pity at leaet our pity tnd oar ulenoe 7" Toar iilenoe it all I atk," cried the culprit, eagerly. " Tbe end will oome toon enough. Lit me have a little respite. Tell me where to find yon to-morrow. Mr. Le Roy bae an engagement ont then, and I will oome to yon. I will tell yon bow il all happened I I will beg for yinr pity on my bended kneee I" Hhe began to weep passionately. Beatrix oonld not bear those bitter tears. Bhe drew out her oard-otte hastily. ' Here ii my addreee," the taid, " oome to me to-morrow, and tell me the whole story, I oan judge better then what it beet for me to do." Bbe did not pity Laurel moob. Hbe ft It angry with ber for ber presumption iu marrying one eo far above hi r ai Mr. Le Roy. Aud then tbe folly, tbe madnsat of il. She oonld not understand the mad love that bad drtvtn Laurel, step by itep, into bar terrible position. ' Mr. Le Roy Ii coming. Do not let him nipeot anything wrong," laid Cyril, hastily. He turned with a imili to meet the bandtome, itately gentleman. " Mr. Le Roy, I am Cyril Wentwortb," he laid, genially. " Permit me to aeton you tbat yonr wife i* quite recovered, and to preeent yon to my wife Mrs. Wentwortb." CHAPTER XXIX, Married I" said Bt. Leon to himself, witb a tttrt, and t quiok glanoe at Beatrix. He bowed to ber graoelnlly, then harried to hie wilt's tide. Ton are better, Beatrix r he taid, aniioutly, and they all taw bit pateiooate beart looking oat of tbe beautiful eyei he bent on h-r pale tnd tear ttaintd faot. Bbe clung to him in a sort of nervous terror and liar. "Tee, I am bettor, thanks to the flood ness of Clarice and ber miitreee, the faltered. " You must thank them for their kindnea* to me, Bt. Leon, and take me away." He obeyed ber rr quest in a few oourte- oai wordi, bowed to the party, end led hi* wife away, outwardly cool and ooUeeted, bnt on fire with jealooi pain. Bbe lovee him etill t Bhe f air. M at Uwban ejght of him r be muttered to My Oed I why did the marry me . then* We* it for wealth and noaltitn T" The bitter doubt left bi* heart Hke a knife. An anoonsciooi ^'ilntei miw ox in bit heart toward ber. He plaeed ber silently in the carriage, and, ipringing in beeide ber, gave h *"*rH up M titter r. flactiont. The carriage whirled thorn away to their betel, and ae it rattled over tbe iteeetj Laurel watched ber hnibani'i oold leave faae with wonder. What ii il, Bt. Leon !" ahe mked bin, clipping ber arm timidly in bu, "Why do yon look eo grave 7" I m pnuled," be answered. " Over what, Hi. Leon ?" aaked U bean. ufnlgirl. " Over your fainting spell," he towered moodily. Yon told mi you bad)eaaed to love Cyril Wentwortb, bnt at t tare ighl of him yon fell like one dead. Hfhaj at I to think. Beatrix 7" II oame over ber like a flaeh, that wmi jealous of Cyril Wentwortb-of )y r u Wentworth, whom ebe bad never " an til to-day. How ebe longed for him to knot trath, to tall him that abi had never I mortal man eave him whom ehe oalle bun band I But il wae one of the . , mod pacaltiet of her position that the 004 noteonfeee to 81. Leon. He matt go - believing that ber flret pure lovt had be lavished on another, moil go on doabtt her, for bie lookt end wordi attnredq that the flrnt seedt of je.ljuty had bw eown in nil heart. Hot toa.ru of pain and bnmiliatic gathind in bir tyei and tplaahed heavil down ber pale cheeks. " Oh, Bt. Laoo, you do not, yon cannot, believe that I love him Mill 7" ehe sighed. " Why, then, your agitation at that obanoe meeting?" be ii quired. "I wee alartled only that," abe antwired. " It wae like teeing a gbotl And yon must remember there watClaiic*. too. I aieore TOO I wai more startled el the sight of her than by Mr. Wentwortb. It wte a nervoneneee, agitation, fright, what yon will, Bt. Leon, bat not love. No, no, no, not love I I love you only, my hat- band. Yon are tbe life of my life I" Bbe elatped ber band* around hi* era, and looked np to him with dark, pathetic eyee. I am not perfect, 8t. Leon," ehe Mid, and life ie not all sunshine. Some day tbe heavy, lowering clouds of fate will pou oat their blinding rain apon oar heart* Yon may believe many bard things ol me tbei, Hi. Leon, but yon may be tore of 001 thing always, dear. I love yon now and 1 shall love you forever, with the maddeai. deepest pattion a woman 't bearl oan oner- iab !' Hi bad nevtr beard her epeak with root pattion before. Her love bad been like a timid bird brooding softly in her heart, too by to soar into tbe sunlight, bnt tbe wordi bant from ber now eloquent with ber bean a emotion, and made aacred by thi burning drops tbat fell from ber eyee. He could not but believe ber. Tbe jealoni mittry fled from hie heart ae he oia|J her ID hie arms and kitted tbe trtunbUui; rosebud month. " Forgive mi, darling, for, doubting yoti," be laid, repentantly. "It/was beoauae I love yon to dearly, and I have tlwayi been eo abrnrdly jaalona of Cyril Wentwortb. I | would give anything upon earth ti be able * to say that yon never loved any one but me." And she could not tell him that it wie true. It WM a part of ber punishment thti this dark abadow thi thought tbat her first lave had been given to another should never be lifted from hit life. Bhe knew tbat it wae a pain to bia jealoni nature, but btr lipe were sealed. Borne dty he would know the truth, the ttid to hir- elf bitterly, but then it would oome too late for hu bappineei. CHAT i i.i. xxx. Tbey looked at her in wonder. They oould not understand ber. Surely the WM mad tbe glamor of passion bad obaonred ber resitoD I " And when tbe end^tcmci wben be btr pnl you from him wbti will yon do than, poor child I" asked Beatrix, alowly. - Then I shall die," the beautiful girl anawered, despairingly And again they did not know what tony to ber. She had no thougbte onteideof tbil love tbat ebe held by so tligbt a thread. She eonld tee nothing beyond it bnt death. Beatrix oonld not help feeling vend with ber. Sbe loved her youog hnt- baod with a fond, romantio love, but ebt oould not comprehend tbe madnest of Lin- rel'i devotion. " It ie not eo eeey to di*\ Laurel," she laid, impatiiLtly. " Yon are a woman now, and you must not aniwar me like a child. Your tin will find you ont tome day. and yon will perhaps be oaii adrift on the world. Ton should btvi tome plane formed for that time." Tbere wte a mcment'e iilenoe . then Lanrel murmured, tremblingly : " St. Leon lovee me perhapi be will forgive me." Clai 10-1 gave ao audible sigh from ber corner. Beatrix murmured, " I'oor child I" And the miitreat and maid lojked at eioh other tn iilenoe t moment. Tbey did not know bow to deal with thin nature. Both wondered in thematlvet if St. Leon Le Roy would indeed forgive ber falsehood Tbey aid not think to. Beatrix toyed nervontly with the leneiln of her pale-blue morning drett. " Laurel," ibe eaid, after a moment " Olarioe and I have formed a plan for yoo Wi do not want to betray yon to your husband. We think it would be belter it yon x>n feeted the truth to him yoonelf." (To be eonMnned.) T>e Rrooki,n <9lrl*s nit. A Brooklyn yoang man ii quite gone oe " Hamlet." Heading it to the girl of hie heart laet week.be oarna to the paatage : "Or if Ibou wilt oeedi marry, mai ry a fool." "Ii tbat a propoeal dear ? ' tbe atked. " Ye*. darling," be replied. And they Mated It there and then. tie* For* A'un. A New Orleani woman witb an eye to thrift baa let all ber rootna and ie aleeplng 00 a maltnii, on tbe da uio. room table. At a Mormon oonlerenoo in Olaegow on the 4th intL it wee Mated lost tbe total number of Mormoni In Scotland M prenat was i71, and lhal "elders " were actively to Union work la varteoi di Wtaeeoentry