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Line advances now towards Bouverie,
looking jaded and beart•aiok, ills title
is eoou told—a very barren one. No
comfort in it;. regards hope it is
povcrty•etrloken in the extreme.
"I bring you nothing, you see," he
dye at last, Dinging out his arms with
at certain recklesauese. " You should
got aomeborly else to help you. I ,tru
evidently out of look. All my love for
)ler does not bring lee one jot nearer to
hor ; I am beginning to deal lair."
"Oh, not tint, Dick I" he entreats
fovorishly, a If you. do that, what is
left to me ?" It iH a tacit ackllowlodg.
went that despair Anis been hors long
since, " In your 'belief T live, and"—
paesionately— "there still is hope—
there must be I"
Where then," domande he half ir-
ritably—" in what directiou does it lie ?
Seven whole days, and neither word nor
sign from her! Can it be that she
would wilfully condemn us to the tor-
ture of misery we are enduring ? If it
be proved so, I shall know that the girl
I called .Dolores never existed."
" Do not wrong her I" exclaims Miss
Maturin, shrieking as if from a blow.
" Not now when we know no little!
Afterwards"—she pauses, and her hands
involuntarily meet and clasp each other
—"afterwards," she says, in a sinking
tone, ":you may regret it."
" I do not wrong, I do not blame her,"
says the young man hastily. " As you
say, we know so little. But to livo, and
let no suffer like this, seems—"
" Ay, if she lives," murmurs Miss
Maturin.
Tho agony in her face is go vivid that
it startles him ; it angers him, the more
terribly in that hor awful insinuation
seems to give life and reality to the
haunting dread that has been consum•
ing his own soul all those past dreary
clays and hours. In the sudden hor•
rible fear that now seizes him, he lots
his ungovernable rage against fate turn
upon her.
' If,' " he repeats, with a frowning
vehemence that would be .abominable
if it were not so sadly miserable—
"if' ? Why should there be a doubt
thrown upon it ? Of course ,she lives i
It only wants time to find her—time and
patience—nothing more."
We shall never Sad her," says Miss
Maturin, a curious' monotony in her
tone, taring her haggard eyes to his—
"never; she is dead!" She •raises her
hand in a. somewhat aimless fashion to
her forebear], and then lets it fall again.
" Dead)" she repeats; and then her
tone grows sharper. "Oh, my little
one," she cries aloud, "my pretty child,
my little gentle, pretty girl 1"
" She is not dead 1" exclaims Bon-
verie fiercely. Rising to bis feet, as
though it were impossible to him longer
to sit still, he begins with rapid strides
to pace the room. " How can you let
such a thought pass your lips? There
is no truth in it. To lose hope, even
the last shred of it—is to lose all. Life
then would cease to be a possibility. It
Was absurd, my speaking of despair just
now. There shall be no such word for
ane." His short-lived courage dies, and
his tone changes. " It is this cruel in -
.action that is so terrible 1" he cries pre.
sdntly. "I wish I had not left town;
but I knew you would be craving to see
nue. I would I were back again in
those full but friendless streets, walking
alp and down, up and down, as it were,
for ever! In the very moving hoi,e.
eoemed to lie. Morning,.noon, and night
1 trod those hot pavements, looking for
her and waiting for news from the de.
(motives, until every wretched stone in
the neighbourhood seemed burnt into
my brain."
Coming to a standstill before the
mantelpiece he leans upon it, and lets
his face fall forward upon his arms.
Dick," says Miss Maturin anxiously,
unnerved by his sudden breakdown.
Then all at once her own fortitude for-
sakes her, and she bursts into tears.
It all soi
m serable.
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eeneeless or cruel to leave them to.suf.
fer untold torments thus; or is it, as
She truly believes, that she has passed
beyond the world's ken, its love,its oen••
Aare, for evermore? Is she now lying
quietly within her grave, arms folded
upon the marble breast, and sunny Bair
all dull and fading?
A sharp exelamation breaks from
her.. •
Oh, Diok 1 Oh, the sweet smile of
her I" she cries out, trembling and pal-
ing. . " I see her now before me as the
osoi to be in her little white frock,and
with her gentle pensiveexpression and
her loving eyes. No, no, no ; I tell' you,
were oho living, hor tender heart would
bold her back from indicting this ,pain
111100 us., She would have written.
There would have been some kindly
word, however vague. But there is no.
thing. She is dead, I tell you, dead."
"If the were, I should know it," says
Bouverie coldly, growing however ghast-
ly pale. "With my hind fixed so ins•
tnovably upon her, it is impossible but
that I should feel some sense of irre-
brievable loss as her spirit fled front
earth to heaven. And. I have felt 110 -
thing yet but the same cold uniform
misery. No ; she is hidden away some.
where in that groat. Babylon 6f ours,
!alone, friendless perhaps, but living."
Thou be turns suddenly, and forces him-
silf to meet . Miss Matnrin's eyes.
" What—what money bed she 7" asks
Ito suddenly, compelling the hateful
question to pass his white lips.
, Dear (leaven, to picture her to him -
,elf without money in those crowded
garish streets. To what indignities
,night she not have been subjected.
What soiling winds.. must. have rushed
past hor pure whitoso'ul, He sets his
teeth hard, and a strong shudder shakes
him,
" She could not have had much," re.
burns i iasMatnrin wretchedly. " When.
aver she wanted money she asked for
it and cot it ;,,but she wag such a sinuele
ening, Wm nor wants were row, SAM, as,
for her gowns, when she chose there, I
paid for them. Sho hated bills, the used
to say; and all indeed the ever wanted
a cheque for was to help some poor soul
out of trouble or render the hearte of
little children glad, She had a most
sweet) and perfect nature," morn
Miss Maturin, a spawn crossing her. f
" SVhy do you say had' ? What
versity it is l" erios Bouverie, with at
cond buret of unreasonable anger.
tell you rho still lives; this very
anent, asI idle here, there may be n
for me," lie glances nervously at
watch. 41 Blush go," he says he
!ontly, although there is still quit
long hour before the next train
stars. "I may hear news of her; a
when she is found"—turning eagerly
'Hiss Matnrin---" let me impress this
on you—she must not be chidden.
unkind word, no reproach, however
li0Ately veiled, must be administered
her. Has she not known unhappin
enough ? What are our sufferings
her ?"
" Alae 1" says Miss llaturin, just lo
114; at him,
" I know what you would nay,"
hurries on feverishly —" that)
chances of recovering her are small ;
I shill cling to my faith in the belief th
if Hilo were --were gond from us, I elm
know it, Sbe is surely alive in Land
--somewhere---"
"Is there any greater consolation
that thought 2" aslcs she, in a low vol
her head sank upon her breast. "
the long night -watches my eyes se
ever striving to follow her, and sem
tinges I see her lying quietly with fold
Mantis within her shroud—"
" Oh, no, no I " interrupts he wit
"And sometimes, she is •wanderi
Weary, footsore, lost, through the di
ly-lighted streets. I have seen t1-:
fallingtfrom her eyes in these nigh
vigils; I have seen her little•geutle g
eiout figure shrinking from the touch
passers-by, and yet moving ever o
ward seeking for rest and peace, o
pure white spot on the dark ground
the picture. I think'I shall go mad
murmurs Miss Maturin very softly ri
ing suddenly to her feet and raising 11
hand to hor head. - '
This is no time for madness," ea
Dick gently, drawing down her ar
again, and regarding her fixedly—" f
work, rather, and untiring energy."
" The energy is all yours. You
not comprehend what it is to stay he
s I do, counting the hours as the
ass, and wearing out my heart wi
clawing anxiety. Oh, the thought
that gaudy town, with its glare and i
false glitter, and my little tender gi
wandering through 1t I Who was the
to pity her, to give her shelter? Th
world is hard. When I think of her
—raising her worn fade to Bouverie
" as I ever do, first finding herself alon
in that cruel town, when I seethe clawfug terror on her youugface, I tell yo
•
, Don't I" interrupts Bouverie sharp
y. "Are we not already bad enoug
Mout such imaginings as those?
annot endure them. I too have fel
addoned when I thought of her anon
there." He draws hie breath wit
ffculty. "Surely the intolerable an
1
fish we are bearing now is enough ?
e says again more quietly.
" It is not 1" cries Miss Maturin ve
emently. " There is another thin
at weighs upon me ; I must speak o
• If she is dead, why do I live ? A
nsensate; heartless, that I can so ea
ly discuss evenher probable death wit
u ? Oh "—smiting her hands to
Cher—" how is it that I still dra
eath, whilst she—
" She lives !" repeats Bouverie dog
Misys. Maturin attempts no more t
ntradict him ; she falls into a profoiln
verie. Presently however she raise
r head and looks at him.
You are tired?" 7 she says
" Yes wearily—" deadly tired."
"Let me give you something," ex
aims she, contrition in her glance
lad forgive me if my mind; being so
uelly occupied at times, forgets. What
all it be?'
Brandy then, it anything," replies
moodily.
' 011, no, nay dear, not that I" says
es Matnrin •norvonely. " Say some.
ing else—anything—"
Pshaw 1" interrupts he, with a short
mirthful laugh. " Do yon think 1
all come -to harm of that sort? No.
ng could .;affect me now-nothing—
e news at her I )However, as you
11-esome coffee then, I havetouched
thing since yesterday."
' Come and have something to calk
alk," says Raise. Matnrin, in a trepan.
s tone, an almost imploring tone, lay
her Lingers on his arm.
' I couldn't indeed. It 151 of no use
ing m0."
Where did yon abseiled night 9"
Nowhere," returns he briefly.
' And all those other nights ? Have
been home 2"
I have no home," says Bouverie,
o you think I could find rest beneath
roof of the woman who drove her
o exile ? Even to see hor would be
re than . I could patiently endure,
have me, We,aro better apart., There
one night I was wandering by the
of Dern Lake, and 'Mrs. We111yes
driving by—she must have seen me
1 the road, I think, I can't reanem.
now ; it asoma all a century ago,"
aye, pressing his hand distractedly
his forehead, "But I know she wag
y kind. Sho made me get into hor
rage—she was reterning from some
et 'somewhere • I emend recollect ;
she was wonderfully") ifld;'and she
e me sleep at her house that night.
next morning I went up to town
n 1 but shebemfdrted me at the time
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For the future, Diok, this ie your
)lone,' says Miss. Maturin, "if you will
take pity on 1/ most unhappy old Woman.
T have no one 110 )0111 to Shout her, e,;.
000 you, Come to me whenever yoU
eiln, and coneid01 this house your own."
" It is the only place I ever thins of
as 'beano," returns Dick bro..crl,,.
" Oboe it was hers!"
Oil A1?T1%I1 XXVIII.
The morning has lengthened into
noon. Through the jealonel,- gnar.ie,l
windows the garish sunlight 15 forth'
its way, in spite of blinds and Cult",1.14
closely drawu.
Two or three rakish little beams are
frolielling upon the coverlet of the sick.
bed, danoing over the email bang"id
band, and ;welling cosily is the se.e.1
rnasses of the sunny hair. They aro
playing too upon the melancholy lips,
but lightly, more delicately, as though
in their own frivolous fashion they nn•
derstaud Dolores's sorrow and would
,fain grieve with her..
Now she opens her eyes. These last
three weeks, in whioh she has lain bat.
thing with death, have been intermit*.
ably lone. She has fought with the
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