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Madame Monteleone died before the
messenger from England arrived. Inez
grieved for the loss of the stern guar -
mow for any .grief to absorb her. When
she thought of those unknown relations
far away in :England, she' felt something
like satisfaction that Rinaldo was dead,
and that her disgraceful secret should
'never be known. What would that state-
ly English father say if he knew that his
eldest child had forgotten herself so
far? What would he think of her if
Sae knew of those secret meetin-- that
Minkel, secret marriage? Above all,
what would he say if he knew how easily
she had been wooed and won—to what
kind of a man she had entrusted her
love and her fair .name? Death seemed
preferable; she would have suffered anw
torture, endured any anguish, rather
than let her secret be known.
Then the English messenger came,
bi•ingine with him a large sum of money,
and for the first time in her life Inez
had the pleasure of being able to choose
rich and costly dresses that suited her
taste,
Mr. Brownson had long been a kind
of confidential steward to Lord Lynne,
and he told the young girl that her
father wished her to spare no expense,
but to provide herself with everything
suitable to her position. The old ser-
vants were each allowed a small an-
nuity, and the gloomy old castle of
Serranto, once the stately home of the
Monteleones, was allowed to fall into
ruins.
A new life began for the beautiful
Andalusian. Without sorrow or `regret
sho bade farewell to the gloomy home
where her childhood` and girlhood had
been buried. Never since the night when
she found the letter had she visited the
orange grove; now site turned her eyes
from it, as they drove past on the road
to Seville.
She would have given the whole world
to live the past year over again—to undo
the deed of which she could not think
without bitter sorrow and shame. The
seexet she could never forgtf, lay like
a heavy weight upon her; it destroyed
her youth and her happiness, tied sae had
to 'bear it with her across the seas, to
sheet her unknown relations with its
burden pressing upon her. There were
times when she would have given her
life itself never to have eeen Rina
Montalti.
The novelty of the journey aroused
her. Mr, Brownson stood. in great .
of the regal -looking girl of whotn he 1
beautiful past ;;hat he had tried to bury
and forget—that one year of happiness
greater than words can tell. She stood
quite silently before him.
"Will you learn to love me, Inez," he
said at last, "and forget the past? I
shrank selfishly from opening an old
wound. that time has but half healed.
Child, if you knew how I loved your
mother, you would not wonder at me."
It was a strange method of showing
affection, she thought, never to wish to
see that mother's child; but she turned
to him and said she would try to win
"You have some one else to love
also," said Lord Lynne, as be touched
the bell. "Ask Miss Agatha to come
down," he said, to the footman who
his love, while she gave him hers.
answered the summons.
Before Inez had time to think, two
loving arms were thrown around her,
and a golden head was laid caressingly
upon her shoulder, while a gentle voice
cried, "My dear, new sister, welcome,
welcome home!" Then site saw a tall
graeeful girt, with a fair sweet English
face and a wealth of rippling golden
hair.
"This," said Lord Lynne, drawing her
to hips again, "is your sister Agatha,
who has been longing' to see you. 1
consider myself the happiest, and I ought
to be the proudest father in England,
for my daughters are matchless."
When Agatha led her sister to the
apartments prepared for her, her girlish
lore and vivacity surprised the haughty
Andalusian.
"If you could but know. Inez," she
said, 'Trow happy I am! I always long-
ed for a sister, little dreaming that 1
had one like you, shut up in an old
Spanish castle. Now remember, darling,
you are papa's eldest child, you are Miss
Lynne, and mistress of L;;'nnewolde;
alone will love, setae and cherish you
more than your sister.'
Lord Lynne ntaele all the atone-
ment in -his power for the ,wrong
done to his daughter. He perfectly
idolized her; he was never weary of
gazing at her face or listening to
her rich musical voice. Ile did not no-
tice how she avoided all reference to
her Spanish home, but Agatha did; and
she wondered then, as elm did afterward
how it was that, when she bad told all
oto the simple incidents of her life to Inez,
her slater had nothing to tell her in re-
turn—no pretty little love -idyl, no story
a.\ve of. a Spanish knight, no little episode of
tail love in any shape or form; she only saw
charge. I -ie was most devoted to her
comforts, but did not intrude much upon
her. Be had expected a torrent of ques-
tions about her home, but she never
asked one, and he diel not quite under-
stand her dignified silence. ]Te was much
relieved to find that she spoke English,
although her promuteiation and accent
were not quite perfect,
As they drew near Lvnnewolde, and
every moment brought her nearer to
the father and sister whom she had
never seen, tate young girl's ernc.tio
thawed itself in her pale, quiet face. nodifferent all would have been had r
.. 'Secret weighed upon her! She dete
mined then, and she adhered to her res
lotion. never to mention that past fo
eign life of hers: never to speak of .l•
dame Monteleone, Sorrento, or anythin
connected with her Spanish home.
She was lost in amazement at t1
beautiful scenery in England—the tal
graceful trees, the green fields, so r
needling to one accustomed only to th
bare Spanish landscapes. But site wa
not prepared for the magnificent hom
awaiting her, Accustomed to the droar
half -ruined solitude of Serranto, Lynne
made was like fairy -land to her, Whe
elm first saw the stately mansion sten
ling in the midst of a noble, nndulatin
ppark, a keen sense of the, wrong tha
}tad been done her awoke in her heart
Why for so many years had site been de
prised of the luxuries of such a home
\'ilhv had she been :deserted, neglected
left to fall an easy prey to the design
Ing Italian, whose love had blighted he
life.
Those who watched the young girl de
amend from the carriage, and wondere
at her beautiful face, knew little of th
thoughts and feelings surging in that re
beliious heart,
Inez wondered still more at the num
bet of servants standing in that magni
ffiestahall to welcome her to her fath
(nay house, but no signs of surprise es
caped her. She w tlked through the Ion
' files of domestics with c stately step
aanda half smile of acknowledgment up-
on her fare. Some one --she never knew
who it was ---told her that Lord I.vnne
was in the library, and conducted her
I here.
A grist swam before her eyes; her
heart beat so loudly that she could have
counted its pulsations; brit her proud
atop never faltered, her face never re-
laxed. Then a stately gentleman came
toward her, and clasped her in his arms.
Ines, my own child," he said, "look
at mel—you have your mother's eyes."
She saw his face grow pale as he gazed
on her own. The pain he had so selfish-
ly shrunk from for many long years,
struck hint, with redoubled force. It
seemed to him that his passionately lov-
ed Bianca stood before him again in
txll`•the pride of her youth and wondrous
beauty. There was the same exquisite
eouthern face, the dark almond eyes,
the rippling southern hair. But in his
dead wife's face there had been a look
of gentle repose, of which he found no
trace in the features before him. He
'nand upon her until large tears rose
Ilea his eyes, and he could see her no
more, It was its though the ghost of
has youth had risen before' him—the
that when she asked the simple: ques-
tion, "Did no one love you, Inez?" her
sister's face grew proud and cold, if she
had known the tempest that raged at
that moment in the young girl's heart,
she would have wondered still more.
Lord Lynne lavished costly gifts upon
Inez; lie spared neither tinie.. expense,
nor trouble, in gratifying her every
wish; and she loved him for his kind -
nese. ile 1}fe she lees now was like an
entrancing dream. Wealth. luxury, mag-
nifieenee surrounded her. A thousand
n times she wished that the false Italian
w could have known all that he had miss,- ed in tiring of her. She Wa.s glad that
i'- he was (1.011(1.but lle' would have liked
0- that one revenge, that he should have
i'- known the penniless girl 1>e had slight-
fa- ed MI6 the. wealthy heiress of a rich
g English lord.
When her kind, indulgent father died,
10 Inez mourned for Lint, but it seemed
1, to her then, that her capacity for love
e- or sorrow was gone, crushed in the
e weight of sorrow and shame that op-
s pressed her. When she met Lord Lynne,
e and for the first time in her life real -
y, ly Loved, she understood that what she
w0
- had felt for Count RInaldo was but a
n liking springing from gratified vanity
d- and a love of romance,.
g "That I could ever have been so mad,
t go foolish, as to call that passing fancy
, by the name of love!" eche said, and
. more than ever site hated and loathed
? the memory of the man who had de-
, ceived her.
. How she grew to love T.ord Lynne
r with the whole force of her passionate
nature, how she strove to secure his
. love, how she triumphed, and enjoyed
d her victory ,the reader knows, No
e oloudat ebseuretl the brightness of Iter
new life. She began to think less of the
fatal secret that had darkened and
blighted her youth. Slowly and gradual-
. ly the remembrance of it was dying
-3away, when she went to the Duchess
of Ruthweil'e hall. and there, in the
stranger Who stood watching her, she
0 recognized the 'man whom she had be-
' lieved dead and buried two years ago—
the false, treacherous Count Rinaldo.
In the first moment that her eyes
fell upon his dark face, she believed it
to be an apparition, and the blood enr-
dide in her veins; but when a cynical
smile overspread his features, she knew
at once that it was a living nian upon
whom she gazed. For one moment the
trick of which. she had been the dupe
and victim flashed ncross her mind. 17e
had feigned illness and death. to be rid
of her, and she, foolish, credulous girl,
was the wife of two living husbands —
MC whom elle hated and loathed with
her whole soul; the other she loved
more than life itself,
One thought, one sentence rang the
night through in the ears of Lady
Lynne; it was this—"my sin has found
me out."
CHAPTER XXIII.
Inez, LadY Lynne, satalone in her
siunptuous boudoir on the day after
the Duehess of Ruthwell's ball. Her
husband and sister had 'begged her to
hoin them in a drive, but she declared
erself fatigued, and said theb nothing
would restore her so quickly as a fete
hours of rest and solitude, They Were
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of the previous evening Ilan alarmed
them; but she asked to be alone\ itnd
they could not refuse. She wished to .be
alone, to collect' her energies and " -'her
thoughts, to meet this crisis of her fate,
Of all blows that could possibly have
fallen upon her, this wan the least an.
ticiparted, the most deadly; and yet,
when she thought it all over, site wtosl-
dered that it had never struck her be-
fore. The plot was so clumsy; yet at the
time she had not doubted its truth. Even
when she discovered the husband, whom
she believed dead, to have been false,
treacherous and deceitful, •when the trai-
tor friend stood before her, eonr]eted
by his own words, no shadow of doubt
as to his death crossed her mind. She
hated herself now for her credulity; a
child would have had more penetration
and more sense. But the crisis of her
life was come; the hour' was at hand
when she must confront, almly and
coldly the past and its secrets.
Women are always true to their in-
stinct; although Lady Lynne believed
herself to be in deadly peril -although
not only her happiness, but her fair
name, her love, her life itself, were all.
at stake. It may be that
thought of revenge actuated
her and she meant Rinaldo to see that
they girl he had slighted and deceived
bad grown into a woman so beautiful
that the world lay at her feet. She
bathed her face until all trate of her
night's weeping disappeared. In the
rich treses of her hair was placed an
exquisite white camellia, fastened by e
diamond arrow. A dress of rieh s}lk
showed her noble, graceful figure to ad-
vantage, 1ler fate was proud, cold, and
inflexible; her rich red lips had no
quiver, her dark Southern eyee were
bright and defiant, her white jewelled
fingers did not tremble- There WAR nn
one single sign of weakness in Lady
Lynne. Beautiful and dignified in her
queenly magnificence, site deseeuded to
her boudoir, there to await what she
knew was inevitable -th coming of
Count Rinaldo.
All the spirit of her brave Spanish
race was awake within her. Ile was a
brave man who would not quail beneath
the light of her eyes and the fire of her
words. When ;he heard the knock that
told of Ins arrit-el, incl the footman az
flounced his name, she rose haughtily.
and received hint as a queen would have
done a rebellious subject.
1 fe expected weak, womanly tears;
but thie magnificent haughty lady,
whose proud flee neither paled nor
softened, whose eyes Wore a look of un-
utterable eontenspt, tool 410:.14v sur-
prise.. For one -moment, as she lboked
calmly and coldly upon hint, there cam
to her mind a vision of the ',name
evening when she had first met him, u
t1u' orange -grove where he had asks
her to be his wife, and the rapture u
happiness that had thrilled het' girlisl
heart, h}te sickened at the thought. 11
hdrewand. near her, It n,1 tried to take he
"1 expected you, ('Dont Rinaldo," ,la
said; " and yet 1 wondered if you would
dare to conn."
"Dare is a eitroiu word. My lady,'
he replied in Spaniel, and t11" '011 ad
the words brought :for one rtoaneut u
deep fluelt to her face.
".1t 1 did not know that all wattle are
wasted when spoken to one ,> unprin-
cipled," she' said, with bitter scorn, "I
might ask Count Rinaldo haw it is that,
after the pathetic story of hie illness
and death, the grief of his friends, the
heart-rending 'last message,' delivered
with such sorrow, 110 findis himself alive
and in .England? Answer me," she con-
tinued; "explain, if you can, your cow-
ardly, infamous lie."
Slae stood before him, proud and un-
bending; the count's face fell as her
words shamed tate manhood within hips.
"Lie is not a nice word," slte tinned, mockingly; mockingly; "and for a Venetian
noble to tremble before a woman and
feel himself a convicted liar, is no en-
viable position, But 1 ant preventing
tlaecount from explaining tm miracle
of his appearance,"
`Don't take that tone with ane, Inez,"
he replied, savagely; "romentbei', you are
iu my power; one o\rrd from ane, and you
are hurled from your present height ni
grandeur to the lowest depths of in-
famy and disgrace."
"1 do not Year you," she retorted; "brat
I intend you to fear me; as every man
should fear the woman he has des -Wised.
1 aur no coward, Count Rinaldo; you
might slay or torture Inc. but you .could
never cause Inc to fear,"
She looked so bright, so brave, so un-
daunted, that he felt slae spoke the
truth, and that one part of his sehCrtte
land already failed; for Count Rinaldo
had intended to trade upon hie wife's
fears. Ile knew that she was enormous-
ly rich, and he had arranged in his own
mind that she should- purchase: his
silence at a very high price, But he saw
at once there was no hope of that; he
aright trade upon her love, but never
upon her fear,
• `Inez," he said, gently, "it is useless
for us to quarrel; let us be friends; be-
lieve me, it will be better policy far us
both."
"Friends!" site repeated, with a tone
of scorn and contempt in her voiee that
half maddened him; "friends!, -to say
nothing of the diffcren•cc that exists in
our position, 1, a descendatnt% of • the
Monteleones, could never stand on
friendly terms with a liar, a traitor and
acoward." '
• "By heaven, Inez," he replied, "if you
were a man, and dared . to say sueh
words, I would slay you,"
"Being a wornan, Count Rinaldo," she
said, with a mocking laugh, "1:.dare re.
t them; and I- tell you again •that
you are aliar, a traitor, and a, coward,
Ile anade a hasty step toward her,
face livid: with anger, and half raise
Itis hand,
"Complete the description of you
character," she said; "let ane, to- thus
charming titles,' so descriptive of you
nobility, add yet another,"
"If yoit reta;u. any sense • of w4
dom, he replied, "you will be si
lent', and not irritate me; we she,'
not perhaps be here alone much long
oYnn.. If you do note the moteentlisteu tmy Lor
Isymie returns, 1 will ask hist to resorr
to me my wife."
Even then sho gave no sign of fear.
"1 have much to say to you, Inez" h
continued, rapidly; "do not let us wast
another moment in idle altercation. \,.
have important interests at stake."
"lou have, perhaps," sho replied
carelessly; "1 have none.
"Yo ushall not irritate me again," h
said; "and, after all, you are foolish, Ar
there many people, think you, wh
would credit the story you have to tell
Were you not very willing to be impose
upin, Inez. Did you not receive tli
news of my supposed death very calm
ly"
"No," she replied; "may heaven. par
don you my Iong agony of suspense and
grief."
"Was it so?" he said; then Luigi de
ceived me; he told me you ware easily
consoled."
"1 man -add that you were easily de-
ceived,"`she retorted.
Again auger' nearly overpowered him,
but by a strong effort be controlled
h}nnself.
"Nothing can make wrong, right, I
know." he continued. "I nm not here to
defend my conduct. or excuse it; it was
the desperate resort of a desperate man.
I did love you—nay, spare me that con-
temptuous look --I did lave you. Had
you been rich, I would have been faith-
ful. Dear me patiently. I pray yon, and
then say what you will,
"Wizen 1 persuaded you to that secret
marriage. 1 was already a ruined man.
'My impetuous love harried nue along
blindly; you were so beautiful, and 1
loved you so. that I felt that at any.
price you mast be none.
"1 had borrowed largely in Seville, on
the prospect of my marriage with a
Wealthy heiress, Donna Maria Faber. Af-
ter 1 had seen you, I gave up all pursuit
of her. But a few week; after our nen.-
riage uty life. was hunted from ane.
Debt. pli,on and ruin stared sue in the
face. 1 wits lust and bewildered. Then
Donna Maria smiled upon me again. and
almost. asked tae to follow her to Mad-
rid. not \vete the only obstacle between
me and ftu•ttole. 1 determined to give
you up. 1 offer no eseu,e for what I
did. 1 repented of the hasty marriage,
whidi had plunged us both into ruin,
and 1 resolved upon letting you believe
that I was dead. I thought you were
young, and would soon forget me. I
thought 1 should marry Donna Maria.
-end share 'her fartniir. • In that hope I
wets deeeircd. She used me as a blind.
e and then cast the off with scant cour-
✓ test'."
I A dark look here irn,sed the Italian's
d face. which was not plea-nrlt to see.
"I es ant teeing you the simple' truth,
Inez," he n"esunlcd. -When 1 found that
e a1I further pureeit was 114el'0, I tante
✓ back to Serranto, 1 longed to see you
again. l u igi told meal} 111)i the finit-
e ing of the. leis r, and sunt anger. I
did not knew whether 1 had Made up my
mind to rll.srinee my ethenae to you or
not. I longed i„ see you; your fare
1 luannted tars _ '
"Spare e nn'1" she cried. -Yon lntmili-
eta nn ton torch \tl':'u yen pre -guru to
epealk of what you rail love."
(To be continued.)
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If -tone photographs of editors 'like
essre, Willison, Priem, Blackett Bab-
son, (rem ,Paittullo, Dr, Dewnrt, J. T.
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rasped of names and events. 'There
a list of the officers of the Canadian
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membership roll which includes over
0 names of the active members of the
ess of to -day. The book is handsome -
printed and bound with gilt tops, in
best of modern fashion. Emelt oepy
sold for two dollars, with 15 .eents
tea for postage, and orders may be
it care of Mr. John 11. Bone, Beare-.
r of the Canadian Press Association,
Says lie Owes His 'Wonderful
Energy to Dadd's Kidney
Pills.
Six Nations, 11111., .]tui. 18. _ttil"'cial)
-"Fitly-tato years of age, hut, still young
enough to captain the las re „e team,
John Silve' mitb, of this ]:late:', can
truly be looked upon as a wonderful
athleie. One vol id naturally blink he
was all his life n healthy matt. But it
Was far otherwise. and he unhesitatingly
sinter than bis wonderful energy nod v]-
tality are due to Dodd', Kidney Pills."1 suffered from llhtttna(i-m for
over seven years," Mr, Silversmith says,
in tel his story, "and it finally made
a complete nipple of sue. My back
11 a`', bent nearly double. and whenI
tried to walkT had to use erntclms.
Latterly r oonld not get ureunll at alt
and 1 suffered exerm'iating" Latin.
"Two boxes of ))add Kidney Pills
gave me reli"f; sixteen Lass s cured me
cnntp]et«'Iy"." .-
1)odd's Kidney ]'ills always care
Rheumatism. recta::' Rhemnatisnt is
used by disordered' t 1,neys stud
Dodd's hitbny fill, ativaty, cure disor-
dered hidneys.
have ine buy you for A Christmas present? ex
Mr, w'ellbrake-O, I'm not particular, A se
new rug for the bads parlor, a eet of furs, f
o, newton:a, nr Office, Toronto.
xr sonrothing of that kind wi,t vett me tts well 5t