. her toward him, with a deep sigh, as 'dey may hide it from our sight, and wWylmer: "Bee preész:ed his hand warm- fy-- that om tite ae without words was eno Ulmont Ulves- ford knew chat he woul him in life-",or in death, if need be. This was'%the ultimatum Wylmer fas had long'forescen. The dark Pity was nate sit, and a fall moon had arisen, bathing the gnow- covered grounds and ruins u en the extreme heights with a silvery radiance, giving, the picturesque spot, mpon which an awful tragedy was _ goon to be enacted, a quiot, peaceful fook. It was a fonely romantic "tee" high mp on the summit of the A gound could be heard save the 'whist. Ing of the wind through the branches oe the trees, and through the i erews walls and deserted halls of the nce grand old abbey, that had fal- ben into ruin. 6 apot chosen for the duel was a Blearing in the midst of the ruins. On ore side nee high, perpendicu- far, icy crags; Gu the other a steep, slippery descent: ite By canopy, the ears, heaven and the _ ing anches of the dark pine tre 'A low cry, which Ulzoont inatantty wappressed, sprang to his lips. 'Heaven-- can e an ill omen?" Be muttered, thoughtfully. "This is the exict spot Loraine saw in her eam!" rtaes Lee touched him on the he They are coming, Ulvésford," said. 'Another moment Heth Hampton De Risnar, and a small, wiry individ- mal, enveloped in a dark cloak, = parrying a black leather case, peared, who was introduced to Ul mont as the surgeo ew words passed. between, them Proud, cold, defiant, and bitter, they atepped forth, swords in band, out into the moonlight. iA silence, still as death, lasted for Beecond only. Then the combatants had crossed swords and the terrible work began; both felt the strength of kis opponent's arm. eath Hampton was sure this wrould be a victory easily won. Only one thought rushed madly through Ulmont Ulvesford's brain-- his wife, his beautiful Loraine, and his mo- ther. . The thought gave renewed strength to his arm; one instant only he press- ed this hand to his feverish brow; an- other instant an: a_ terrible impreca- tion burst from Heath Hampton's lips, as his arm dropped heavily to his side. it was a never- to- be- for-' tten scene by those who witnessed | t, His sword fell to the icy ground | with a dull clang. "You have won the game this t'ms, Ulvesford," he cried, hoarsely, Li ter-! ly, and still defiantly; "but mark me, t. ere is still a future." here ts alsd a prenesit, " respond. | wd Ulmont, sternly. Seeing further satisfaction was at | an end, as he was notf one of those: who would pursue a worsted foe, nor trample a fallen Ts Uimont turned on his heel, and followed by Wylmer Lee, left the spot, leavin mg fe ire surgeon and the count with Hampton and the solani hush of the | Be8 i" half hour later Ulmont entered the room where Loraing still sat, her a pegs olasping the book which n ruant, -_ late you are," we. Playtallye' 'where were your" unexpectediy detained," be replica. ank u, dear, for your very focid exvinuncion I know all about it ~" she eats, sweetly, with a pretty arched emil "I have Cortalnly explained all prorth ino owing,' sai Loraine avas sure she eotiond a forced calm- mess in voice. Bhbe turned on the light and looked wt her husband. She saw his face wras coloriess, with a hard, fixed ex- pression about the mouth "What is the matter, Ulmont, my Busband?" sbe cried, springing to La side, speechless with terror; "has a thing happenedf How white and mal you look!" ie sat down on the sofa, she drawing led: 'Nothing out of the usual order of svents has happened, Loraine; every- thing be as it should be." He did not care to tell her the troth-- just then; not until he knew more of Heath Hampton's condition. They sat for a few moments in si- fence; then Ulmont turned and lovk- apon his beautiful young wife in her artless, peerless beauty. She wore @ soft, shining, violet silk; where she sat the lights eolored lamps fell full upon her; @me great dash of purple lay at her t, a bar 'of'crimson quivered on er breast, and on the beautiful head there shone a glow of gold; her lovely face was pale with wonder, yet it Seemed like a fair, tender flower Bmong the mystical lights. "Loraine," said Ulmont, with a brave attempt at raillery, "if any- thing were to happen to would, it change your love for m For answer she led him | "4 the win- "Do yo you see that pale,serene moon," she said, "struggling athwart those fleecy cloudsf The broad glare: of BY LAURA JEAN LIBBEY Author of " The Crime of Hallow-E'en," " The Flirtations of nd a Beauty," "Willful: Gaynell," ' Little Leafy," "Only a Mechanic's Daughter," etc. d stand by. OO60000 tne dark clouds of night inay bor @& while envelop it, yet we feel sure hat calm, patient moon will struggle silently through all, and resume her eonstant vigil over the slumbering sarth. My ilove shall j sotistant, Ulmont. con: usband As Ulmont looked 4 own upon her he noticed all 'the dainty bloom hea vanished from both cheek and I'p, like a delicate blossom in a sudden "My sweet Loraine," he whisp2red, resarmatiy, bending his head and car- ay ig her white brow is hand iaueed hers, a startled cry fell from her '% "Look, Ulmont!" she crie 'in an awful whisper, holding his "hand full ap to the light; "oh, Ulmont -- m husband-- see! there is blood upon it," low, ' OHAPTER XI. Marks of Blood. For a moment' the husband and wife Stood d facing each other ip omin- we will nod tell me how this cae same upon your hand, Ulmont?" she asked. For one brief instant the impulse seized him to tell her all. He couid not endure the glance of horror suc a recital would bring to those blue eyes; Loraine, so pure and artless; what could he tell et what had done for her sake? He glanced down at the hand whi h the two dark spots defaced, quite at a loss how to account for them. His quick, keen perception soon showed bim a loophole. "T bave beea on a ramble to the old ether ruins," he replied, carless- ly; "I may have touched one of the jag- ged rocks in passing, but I really bave no recollection of dotg™':o; in fact, I had not noticed my hand un- til you called my attention to it." Loraine took her handkerchief from her pocket--a small, suns, flimsy affair of lace and perfum "Tet me bind {t up for wot, dear," she said, earnestly. Ulmont iooked at on tiny, bit of lace with an amused sunile, "I assure you, my sweet Loraine, |B mole-hiil." | (He drew the white arms around his neck roe the golden head dropped on his bre "You cae ¥ou are my world, Ul- mont," she whispered. thould I not be solicitious_. always imagine that those w deeply, yet do not show their love, resemble the sun shining behind aj | cloud." 1 "That Is certainly one way of look- ing at it Loraine," he replied, "but re- , member, still waters run ieep. There ' are people who love intensely, yet have no power of expressing their af- ection." Loraine pondered many atime over her husband's remark, and wondered more than once what he aed meant wg mont was more better than asta, - that were possible, but be- t all Loraine read a strange He a enc A smiled, until the tow- ering heights and sunny vales of Switzerland had faded from his sight. Ulmont and Loraine "soleil Bos- ton late in *the fall. The sky was blue, but the air was keen and sharp, and the hoar-frost lay white on the ground, the trees, and the housetops, and shone like diamonds in the sunlight on the branching evergreens. That was o coming home long to be remembered. Everyone spoke of the glowing benuty of the happy young wife and the lover-like de- votion of the young husband. two mothers Avatched their ch'ldren with great contentment. Ul- mont's mother declared ft was quite like Hving her own youth over again to watch the pretty love- dream of her son an is beautiful bride. Yet there was one circumstance whith puzzled har-- there seemed to be some secret thought preying upon his mind. The day. he had returned home. a greeting had been given him which would have pleased a lord; yet. after it was all over he had flung himself down on the sofa, and turned his 'ace to the wall, saying he "was tired of it. all--he wanted to rest." An hour later, upon kneeling beside him, his mother found the pillow, upon which his fair head lay, wet with tears. Did this look like happines: --yet, why should he not be £0? There was another matter which did not escape the keen, watchful eyes o his mother; she 'noticed how engeriy brought the foreign papers; she did not fall to observe the look of relief that crept into his eyes as he laid them yiown, one by one, stil! she made no comment. She never remembered her son to have taken so much. inter- exceedingly puzzled. 7 One evening' Loraine sat at the pi-{ ano, her white fingers running idly over the ivory keys. Ulmont sat near her, gazing thoughtfully into the gloomy coals in the grate, while his you are making a mountain out of F Ulmont watched for the mails wlichf } tions back to give a grand: ball est in foreign affairs before; she was { 'paine. "Better than might have bern ex- pected," repli Mrs. Ulvesfod. a ee continued; "it about y ung Heath ere Shall I read. its' sg turned, with a look °: wonder er face. -@e "What of bit ee it, by alt mea We abroad in Switweriand. Has he poten te 2 my dear, nor is he likey ¢ do soon.' "whyt' asked. Loraine; "has rom: ioccae ks beauty captured phe dev.ie! cava pee Fed cows Mrs. Ulvesford, grave- > 'As pe Tguake she spread out 'the paper she held, her eyes voluniarily falling upon the face of ber sen: f:; i that one instant it seemed as ic fone years had passed over his head; Li: face. was hard and drawn, an : Feyes wore a strange, unnatural brii- liancy: "You have not told us the new: yet." persisted Loraina. Ulmont's questioning eyes repeated' the remark more slog vent? than words could have done "It is about a duel," "continued his mother; 'a duel wherein a young ana oeautifui american lady was con- cerned." "Is-- is her mame mentioned, mo- ther?" Both Indies looked up in surprise; they could scarcely believe the hoarse, unnatural voice they had heard belonged to U!mont. Yo name is given," replied Mrs. Ulvesford. Neither his young wife nor his mo- ther heard the fervent "thank God" he breathed from his heart, although no sound issued from his lips. "I always imagined him an impul- sive young man," pursued Mrs. Ulves- ford, calmty; "still, I never imagined his rashness would lead him to such an end." "Surely he is not dead," gasped Ulmont, his impatience and intense anxiety almost overpowering him; in another instant he was kneeling by his mother's side, eagerly scanning the paper in her lap. No, not dead; the wound on_ the and had occasioned considerable loss of blood, ending the encounter, but was not necessarily considered dan- rerous, unless inflammation set in. His opponent had hurriedly le/t S.a- oy. vet see," exclnimed Loraine, pointing to the date, "this must have hipp n- ed the evening before we le't Savoy. I wondered why Heath Hamptoa fail- ed to put in an appearince on the jday of our departure; this accounts for it.' ' The news of the duel, which, for some unaccountable reason, failed to give Ulmont's name, proved a nine days' wonder Curiosity was rife concerning the ady, who she. wis, and everything concerning the scin'al being the gen- eral 'topic of the day. Imont heard it discussed on the streets, in his mother's drawing room, even his Sieh wife, when they were alone, see eager 'to speak of the 'one absorbing topic, wondering who ithe oung and beautiful lady was, ana it she had loved Heath Hampton. o"jimont thought he would certain- ty go mad. How little Loraine imag- ned she had 'een the cause oa that sombat, against which Ulmont had. itted his very Tife to protect her onor. Soon after this an event happenod which had long been expected. Ul- mont"s mother, who had never' b:-en atrong, when the lezves began to fa!l, was laid at rest in the churchyard, where the ladies of their race had slumbered for long years. Otherwise, everything moveu un in the same routine at the manor. Ona December morning Mrs. Lorri- mer Sad driven over from Lorrimer Place to see her daughter. A deep sitww lay on the ground, and the merry, jingling sleigh- bells rang sharply out on the morn.ng air. Tt was just such a morning as brings a flush to the cheek, brightness to the eye, and a warm glow to the heart. The sunshine gleamed ruddily through the leafless branches of the trees, and the deer bent their heads to breaking through the thin fee that 'had formed over the clear glassy pbols, Never did Loraine look so pictures- uely lovely as she stood at the win- ow, gazing out upon the winter landscape, her crimson robe forming a glowing background to her fai: beauty. She was so gentle, so clinging, just such @ woman as men reverence, love and protect. Her life had been free from dare She was not at all the kind of a woman to bs slain by love smitten to the earth idly as the ee inet ieesns that grows in the i a ow was she to know, on this beautiful any, that the darkest shadow that ever fell upon a pure life, was to cast its fires All the joy and happiness that life holds had been hers Shea had married for love, and her handsome, debonai: young husband's Jove was the crown of her earthly ambition, the star of her existence, een a loved and petted child, and was a luved ,and petted wife . Loraine's life had always been ga) and brilliant; the quiet isolation o! weap life was beginning to teil upon Tt had been the custom for genera- ai ee Mansion every - Christma~ Tt was at last denied: ne 4 muc} discussing, that nnual ba! should be given. was to. be a grand affair, every one agreod. Whatever the charming young mi«- { tress of Ulvesford Mansion did, wouk mother sat opposite him, deeply inter- ested in the umas Boston . Herald. ' be done _peillent) ly. "You know, dear," said Loraine,'as- "fig her hand upon her husband's arm "it is our first ball at home I mean a for fyou."- SA iacaall pews, I hope," inughad Lo~ gly. A ceicabis one! Heaven pity her! That one night would shut out from ee = eae life all the brightness of ithe ch'ming bolls which woul1 ush- er in that Christmas morning could have wh* Spores a strange, stariling secret to bh Bact Uivesfora little knew, as he essed his young wife's golden hair. that the event which would happen on that Christmas Eve would bring him the keenest sorrow mortal map ever experience OHRAPTER XML. {zetta. Some few months previous to the events narraied in our last chapter, the golden sun was just setting over the quiet little village of Siiver- 00. The soft, dreamy silence which per- vaded this quiet, rural spot, was broken only by the chirping of birds, the lowing of the distant kine, or bit of song from some blithe young miik- mais lips, as she drove home the wie the flower bordered path that followed the winding of a deep, silent, ro ded river, walked an old man, leaning heavily on his cane. he turned an abrupt angle he started back with a cry of surprise; before him, lying face downward ip the long daisy-studded grass, lay a young girl, sobbing bitterly. She was certainly a stranger in that locality; Abel never remembered aving seen her before. "Child," said the old flute-maker touching her genily on the shoulder, "why do you weep? Surely, youth can- not snow so soon the bitter dregs life's cup holds; why do you weepi"' He never forgot the sad expression on the beautiful face raised to his in the gloaming; a sweet, foreign face, white with anguish, yet perfect as no marble statue Tear drops quivered on the long. dark lashes that veiled the beaut- iful, scornful, dark eyes. monient only those eyes searched wistfully ea rugged, yet honest face before She only shook her toad, and tho tears flowed ee thought caime to I ought to do," she said, with a fow, pitiful sob. "I am helpless and can- not even think." "Perhaps I may be able to advise you if you will tell me your trouble you forget that I do not krow," re- plied the flute-maker, peeding him- self on an adjacent rock, urels you are not alone, 'my child %" hs ask- wonderingly. "Yes, sir, [ am all alone," she re- plied. "I will tell you how it care about. Then, perha PSs, you can telj me what [ ought to My hus- band, who had been called suddenly home, gave me a note to bring tu his old nurse in Silvernook, with whom T was to remain a few days until he came for ms." Again the tears started to the love- ly eyes, and her voice quivered in a broken sob a nave lost the address he gave me, and --and the money my husbund gave me I must have ieft in the Moore was lost in bewilder- ment; he could not understand it. She married! This young creature, with (ol a foreign _ face, ergo e than a child, married | He could hardly credit what he heard "Have you no recollection of the name of the person you wish to find?" he dsked, "None, whatever, sir.' "Who is your Sieben, child, what is his name, [I meun ?" "Alderic Ross, sir, and I am am or Izetta." repeated the words with * a a child-like dignity, as if the words were the sweetest music to her, "Mr. Ross, of where f" "That I do not know, sir." The old flute-maker was crore each moment more mystified, "Perhaps your own people eould ad- vise you best," he said, thoughtfully. He never Sieant how the beautiful face turned away from him with the saddest cry he had ever heard from human lips, as the words slowly ss ae on the white lips. ve no one, sir; no' Dom in all the wit world but Mr Ross." Gradually he drew from her her story, that seemed like a page of romance, "I could find no one in Silvernook who knew my husband," continued I- zetta, "though I went from house to house; then [ tried'so hard to think what [I should do, sir, until Alderic came for me, without hums, friends, or money." "How vernook?" "Since early yesterday morning. I could not find my husband's_ old e, 80 I cam to this spot to think Wee" was best to do." "Have you been out in - cold and darkness all night?" he a "Yes, sir; but I did oe feel be cold, and I hid my face among he daisies to shut out the darkness _- til | morning came again." Abel Moore could have wept for her, but one thought drifted across his mind, the same thought that had come to all who had beard her story. Poor child! heaven heip her; she is cast drift on the world; whether from folly or inexperience, they could not tell; it was hard to gyins long have you been in Sil- The fluteaaker hii his 7 in his ae he '0. the dopths of her young, trusting heart. . It was one of ~ cruelest of tasks to undeceive her; how could he tear from her eyes the veil of innocence and trust, showing her the colt, mocking 'world, that w uid laugh at eee woe which atre.chud out before ag villain. bas taken this means of ridding himseli of this; beautiful erl" he thought. "Ob, Lord !"' cried then a sudden] 6}, "Perhaps you will 'tell me, sir, what'| or fy until he comes, my poor child. its any thought occurred to you as to where you could go in the mean- time?" : "No, sir; I had not thought much of that. i had a little change left, quite by accident, in my pocket, Bi which I could purchase food rate husband comes for me. I sale te the depot. when each train ar- that I may 'be sure he will on help her," mentally ejaculat- ed the old flute-maker. fear «those raven locks will whiten beneath the snows of many a year before the re- turn of him for whom she would watch and waitl "If she o: bad a mother to ad- vise her," he thought; "she is so helpleas. with a soul so pure it might plead to heaven for pardon, and fin forgive- re.' fiute-maker scarcely knew which way t polat ¢ out to her. *I ha 'boo old wife at home, my child; come to her; surely Marguir- pr above all others will know what 1s bes you. " His face was so kind and his voice so gentle, Izetta arose and followed him at once. "There is one thing I would like to ask you," said the old man, _stop- ort in the path. "Mind but before I Marguirette, I -- like to you one quest ee raised ear eyes enenenthy ta his ° ask "You. have told me, child, your mo- ther is dead." _Izetta looked pe at the blue arch- dome above her. "If death «were to claim you, would you have the hope of mecting your sainted mother: _ in heavent" he asked, "Yes," have ared: 'Tzetta, clasping her hands, reverentially, and turning her dark, sorrowful eyes up to the fleecy Clouds above. her. rom that moment the flute~mak~- c+) isetta's pikes yeaa and purity. another word was ken, as he led her parece the slenanitis to his bute ble hom "To be Continued.) GRAND. ORK IN NEWFOUNDLAND Dodds Kidrey y Pills are Clear- ing out Kidney Disease. Richard Quirk,oneofa Score Cured in One Neighbcorhooa. 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