Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 21, Number 33, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 7 February 1891 — Page 2

CHAPTER XVIL

"Do you know you have not said good-by, Mabel?" Somehow, about 10 o'clock that night the judge jidvocate of the court dropped in at the "bachelor quarters," where both Lane and Mason had been made welcome, and asked to see these gentlemen. Ho was conversing with them over the affair at the San Simon when Cftj)t. Lowndes was ushered into the room. "Am I intruding?" asked the latter. "I merely wished to speak to Lano a moment." "By no means, Lowndes. Come right in. We'll be through in one minute. Then, as I understand you, Lano, you could distinctly see troop as it forded tho stream. and could see tho Apaches who fired upon them?" "Yes—distinctly. I was praying for their coming, as our ammunition was running luw. The Indians seemed so encouraged by the ease with which they drove them back that the whole band swarmed out from cover and crowded on us at once. It was in tho next fifteen minutes that, my men wen• killed—and that poor woman." "And there were only six Indians who opened fnv on Noel?" "Only six, sir."

The judge advocate was silent a moment. "There is, of courso, a chance that our absentees inay get hero to-mor-row morning in time. If they do you will bo the first witness called if they do not we adjourn to await their arrival. It promises to bo along case. A telegram has just reached me. saying that additional and grav charges are being sent by mail from division headquarters."

Capt. Lowndes listened to this brief conversation with an expression of deep perplexity on his kindly face, and as

Lane's sad face had grown deathly pale. He looked wonderingly in his companion's eyes a moment, then slowly took the note and left the room, leaving Lowndes to pace the floor in much disquiet.

In fivo minutes tho former reappeared in the doorway. "Come," he said, and himself led the way out into the starlit night. Not a word was spoken by either man as they slowly walked down the

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as tho judge advocate had gone and MasOn had left the room ho turned to Lane: "Yon know they are staying with as. That poor girl has come all this weary journey to bo with him, and there was absolutely no place where she could lay her bond unless we opened onr doors and took him in too."

Lane bowed assent: "I had heard, Lowndes. It was like you and that dear wife of yours." "Lano," spoke tho older man, impetuously, after a moment of embarrassed silence, "I want you to do something for my wife, and for me. Come home with mo for a few minutes. You won't see him: but—it is that heartbroken girl. She begs that vou will see her— to-night Here is a little note."

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Lowndes ushered his friend into tho lit-1 "Mrs. Noel, your friends—his friends tie army parlor, and Mrs. Lowndes came —are most influential. Can they not be forward, extending both her hands, "It telegraphed to that his resignation will is good O you to come," sho said.

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will let iter "know, at once." in that way?' Two shaded lamps cast a soft, snbdued heirless. It has bee if tried, and light over the simply furnished little refused. If he is found guilty there is room. What a contrast to the sumptuous surroundings of the home in which he had last nu't her! Lane stood by the little work table a moment striving to subduo the violent boating of his heart and the tremors that shook his frame. Not once had he seen her since that wretched night in tho library—in that

man Noel's arms. Not once had he per- «M*odt what a ruined life! united the thought of seeing her to find a lodgment. But all was different now she was well nigh crushed, heart broken she had leen deceived and tricked she was here practically friendless. "1 well kn«*w that at your hands I deserve no such mercy." sbe had written, "but a hopeless woman begs that vou will come to her for a few moments—for a very few words."

And txnr he beard her footfall on tho

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ens! how had aged and rhaagedt How deep were the lines about she kind I how sad and worn was the dic-rlv face? Her

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v?on the very. and she {m*jv inwohitft wl knowing o, isow to address Mtn* It was

Lane thai came to the rescue. Irbra moment he stood there appalled as his eyes fell upon the woman whom he had so utterly—so faithfully loved. Where was all the playful light that so thrilled and bewitched him as it flickered about the corners of her pretty n.outh? Whither had fled the bright coloring, the radiance, the gladness that lived in that exquisite face? Was this heavy eyed, pallid, nerveless being, standing with hanging head before him, the peerless queen he had so loyally and devotedly served— whose faintest wish was to him a royal mandate—to kiss whose soft white hand was a joy unutterable? All this flashed through his mind in the instant of her irresolute pause. Then the great pity of a strong and manful heart, the tenderness that lives ever in the bravest, sent him forward to her side. All thought of self and suffering, of treachery and concealment and deception, vanished at once at the sight of her bitter woe. His own brave eyes filled up with tears he would gladly have hidden, but that she saw and was comforted. He took her limp, nerveless hand and led her to a chair, saying only her name—"Mrs. Noel."

For several minutes she could not speak, but wept unrestrainedly, he, poor fellow, walking the floor the while, longing to comfort her, yet powerless. What could he say? What could he do? At last she seemed to regain her self-con-trol. "Capt. Lane," she said, "it is useless for me to tell you how much I have learned since coming here, of which 1 was ignorant before. Every effort has been made to spare me people have been so considerate and kind that the truth, :i8 I am beginning to see, has been kept from me. Mr. Falconer, Capt. Noel's—our lawyer, has at last admitted that almost everything depends upon your evidence. Forgive me, if you can, that I believed for awhile that you inspired the charges against him. I know now that you refused to press the matter, and that—that I am not to blame any one. In his deep misfortune my duty is with my husband, and he—consented that 1 should see you. Capt. Lane," she said, rising as she spoke, "do not try to spare my feelings now. 1 am prepared for anything—ready to share his downfall. If you are asked as to the contents of the note you sent him before the fight, must you tell what they were? Do you recall .them?" .... "I must, Mrs. No6l. I remember almost the exact words," he replied, gently, sorrowfully. "But that is all, is it not? You know nothing more about the delay in reaching you?" And her eyes, piteous in entreaty, in shame, in suffering, sought one instant his sad face, then fell before the sorrow and sympathy in his.

For a moment there was no answer, and at last she looked up, alarmed. "Mrs. Noel," he said, "1 oould not help it. I was eagerly awaiting ibair coming. I saw them approach the ford and the pass. I saw that there were only six Apaches to resist them, and the next thing I saw was the retreat," "Oh, Capt. Lane!" she cried, "must you testify as to this?" And her trembling hands were clasped in misery. "Is there no way—no way?" "Even if there were," he answered, slowly and mournfully, "Mr. Mason's testimony and that of the men would be still more conclusive."

Throwing herself upon the sofa, the poor girl gave way to a fit of uncontrollable weeping and Lano stood helplessly, miserably by. Once he strove to speak, but she conld not listen. He brought her a glass of water presently and begged her to drink it there was still something he had to suggest. She took the goblet from his hand and looked op eagerly through her tears. He was thinking only of her—for her—now. The man who had robbed him of happiness, of love, of wife and home and hope, and who had done the utmost that he dared to rob liiui of honor and his soldier reputation—the man now wretchedly listening overhead to tho murmur of voices below—he forgot entirely except as the man she loved

be tendered? Can they not stop the trial

nothing left—nothing left," she moaned, "but to take Mm back to the east with me, and, with the little we have now, to buy some quiet home in the country, where our wretched past need not be known—whore we can be forgotten— where my poor husband need not hare to hang his head in shame. Oh, God!

Is there nothing I can do for you, Mrs. Nod? Listen that court cannot begin the—the case to-morrow. Four members are still to come. It may be two days yet—perhaps three. Perhaps Mr. Withers mid his Mends do not appreciate the danger and have not brought pressure to bear on the president but— fbigive me for the pain this must give yon—there are other, new charges coming from division headquarters, that I

entered elawiy and then stop- him still snore. I grieve

to have to tell you this. Try and make Mr. Withers understand. Try and get the resignation through If yora will see Mr, Fateoncr and—and the captain now, 1 can get the telegraph operator." "What clMirge8h--wh&t new, accttsations dowa mzaxif? she asked, hepeyes dilating read. "Are to not crashed

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enough already? Oh, forgive me, Capt. Lane! I ought not to speak bitterly^ you—you have been so good, so gentle.^ You, the last man on earth from whom I should seek mercy," she broke forth impetuously "you are yet the one to whom I first appeaL Oh, if after this

done. I was never worthy the faintest" atom of your regard but there's one thing—one thing you must hear. I wro' you fully, frankly, imploringly, befo: before you came—arid saw. Indeed, deed I had waited days for your repl refusing to see him until^fter papa dii and then I was weak and ill. You neveit read the letter. You sent thorn all back unopened. 1 cannot look in your face. It may have been hard for a while, but the time will soon come when you will thank God—thank God—I proved faithleca." ..

And then, "leaving him to make his own way from tho house, she rushed sobbing to her room. When next he saw her Reginald, her brother, with Lowndes and his tearful wife, was lifting her into the ambulance that was to take them to the railway, .and the doctor rode away beside them/ ~But this was ten days after.

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Telegrams for Capt. Noel had been coming in quick succession, but he himself had not been seen. It was Lownde^ who took the replies to the office. The first meeting of the court .was to haveoccurred on Monday. Tuesday evening the judge advocate sent to the accused officer a copy of the additional specifications to the charge of conduct unbeco: ing an officer and a gentleman, and tified liim that the witnesses had justai rived by train.

At 4 o'clock Wednesday morning Lowndes was aroused by a tapping lier door, and recognized the voice Mrs. Noel calling her name. Hastily a arose and went to her, finding her tre: bling and terrified. Gordon, she had been in such misery that he wo not undress and try to sleep, but had be restlessly pacing the floor until after night. Then he had gone down to some memoranda, he said, at the desk which he and Mr. Falconer had tljeir pera, and, as she could not sleep, soon followed but he was not th Occasionally lie had gone out late night and walked aboutthe parade afiij every one but the guard had gone to and she thought he must have done this time, and so waited, and war and peered out on the parade and co see nothing of him. At last she co' bear it no longer.

Lowndes had heard the sobbing voi and one or two words. He was up and dressed in no time, and speedily found the officer of the day. "Do you think he could have made away with himself— suicide?" "Suicide! no!" answered Lieut.Tracy. "He's too big a coward even for that."

No sentry had seen or heard anything of him. The whole post was searched at daybreak, and without success. A neighboring settlement, infested by miners, stock men, gamblers said fugitives from justice, was visited, but nothing was learned that would tend to dispel the mystery. One or two hard citizens—saloon proprietors—poked their tongues in their cheeks and intimated that "if properly approached" they could give valuable information but no one believed them. That night, deserted and well nigh distracted, Mabel Noel lay moaning in her little room, suffering heaven only knows what tortures far from the yearning mother aims, far from homo and kindred, far even from the recreant husband for whose poor sake she had abandoned all to follow liim, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness or in health—only to be left to tho pity and care of strangers.

But she was in an army home and among loving, loyal, simple hearts. The women, one and all, thronged to the little cottage, imploring that they might "help in some way." The men, when they were not damning the runaway, were full of suggestion as to the course to be pursued. Mabel would accept only one explanation of his disappearance crazed by misfortunes, he had taken his own life he had said he would. But the regiment could not believe it, and in forty-eight hours had traced him on the saloon keeper's horse over to the Southern Pacific and thence down to El Paso. More than one man gave a sigh of relief that the whole thing could be so easily settled without the scandal of all that evidence being published to the world. The court met and adjourned pending the receipt of orders from the convening authority. The telegraph speedily directed the return to their stations of the several members. Lieut. Bowen went back to the east, leaving Taintor in the guard house, and in a week Reginald Vincent came to take his sister home and to whisper that Gordon was safe in the City of Mexico—Mr. Withers was sending Mm money there and so from her bed of illness, suffering and humiliation the poor girl was almost carried to her train, and all Fort Gregg could have wept at sight of her wan and hopeless face.

She shrank from seeing or meetingany of her old associates, yet was eager to reach her mother's roof, fondly believing that there she would find letters from her husband. It hurt her inexpressibly that be should have fled without one ward to her of his intentions but she could forgive it because of the suffering and misery that bore him down and unhis mind. It stung her that Mr. T- rs, not she, should be the first to It. :a of his plaice at refnge bafc perhaps he t\ .\jt sits had -no tjgtsfc srf once, and. ro unwritten th&ra. Jlbeafc. .fcri^ed ^desertion to the to fp

night I never see you again, believe thatatwhen told there were none. Mr. WithI suffer, that I realize the wrong I hampers was sent for at once that eminent citizen would gladly have dodged the ordeal, but could not. He could only say that two telegrams and tyro drafts had reached him from Noel, and that he had honored the latter at sight and would see that he lacked for nothing.

to Lane's prediction, the court

met and adjourned on the following dayf, CoL Stannard and Maj. Turner telH graphed that they were delayed en routjft to the railway, and nothing was hearer from the other missing members. Two' days more found the court in readiness, but the trial did not begin. There arrived on the express from the east, the night before all seemed ready for th# opening session, Lieut. Bowen. of the cavalry recruiting service, with twil guards who escorted the ex-clerk Taijjtor. it

which he had been subjected but she had been spared the sight of those last "specifications." Her first inquiry, after one long, blessed clasping in her mother's arms, after the burst of tears that could toot be restrained, was for letters from him and she was amazed, incredulous.

She would have insisted on going to join him in his exile/but he had sent no word or Hue he had ignored her entirely. He might be ill, was the first thought but Mr. Withers assured her he was physically perfectly well. "Everything is being done now to quietly end the trouble," said Mr. Withers. "We will see to it at Washington that his resignation is now accepted, for they will never get him before a court, and might as well make up their minds to it.- They cannot drop or dismiss him for a year, with all their red tape methods and their prate about the 'honor of the service.' I've seen enough of the army in the last three months to convince me it's no place for a gentleman. No, my dear you stay here—or go up to the mountains. We'll have him there to join you in a month." V,

But the authorities proved obdurate. Even the millionaire failed to move the war secretary. Unless Capt. Noel came back and stood trial he would be "dropped for desertion" ("and if he came back and stood trial would probably be kicked out as a coward and liar," thought to himself the official who sat a silent listener). This Noel would not do. Withers sent him to Vera Cruz on a pseudo business visit, and Mabel, silent, sad faced, but weeping no more, went to a little resort in the West Virginia mountains.

Meantime another court had been convened, another deserter tried, convicted and sentenced, and before being taken to, prison he made full statement to 'Capt. Lane and two officers called in as witness2s. This was Taintor. He liad known Capt. -Noel ever sinco his entry into service. Taintor was an expert penman, a gambler, and at times a hard drinker. He had enlisted in the troop i%l which Noel was second lieutenant rhile they were in Tennessee, and had eserted, after forging the post quarteraster's name to two checks and getting money.

The regiment went to the plains he was never apprehended, and long years afterwards he drifted from a position in the quartermaster's depot at Jeffersonville to a re-enlistment and a billet as clerk in the recruiting rendezvous at the Queen City. Knowing that Noel would ^recognize him he deserted there, as has ^been told, taking all the money he could secure by forged checks for small amounts, which he trtisted would not excite suspicion. But he had fallen in love ith a young woman and she was dependent on liim. He came back to the neighborhood after he tfEouglit the hue and cry were over, was shadowed and arrested by the police, and had given himself up for lost when Capt. Noel was brought to his cell to identify him. He could hardly believe his senses when the captain said it was all a mistake. Then

Iiq was released and went to work again across the river, and one night Noel came—told him he knew him perfectly and would keep his secret provided he would "make himself usefrJ." It soon turned out that what was wanted was the imitation of Capt. Lane's signature on ono or two papers whose contents he did not see, and the type writing of some letters, one of which, without signature of any kind, and referring to some young lady, her secret meetings with Capt. Noel, and sayvag, "You are being betrayed," was sent to Capt. Lane at Fort Graham. Very soon after this Capt. Lane came back. Taintor again fled tin til he knew his old commander had gone away, and then, venturing home, was rearrested, as has been told.

Lane knew the anonymous letter well enough, but now for the first time saw its object. It was to make him accuse Mabel Vincent of deceit and faithlessness and so bring about a rupture of the engagement, which at that time Noel saw no other means of removing as the one obstacle that stood in the way of hit. hopes.

But what were the other papers? August came, and with it the rumors of the appearance of the dreaded vomito at Vera* Cruz but in the remote and peaceful nook where mother and daughter—two silent and sorrowing womenwere living in retirement no tidings came. Vainly Mabel watched the mails for letters—if only one—from him. She had written under cover to Mr. Withers, but even that evoked no reply.

One sunshiny afternoon they were startled by the sudden arrival of Reg}". He sought to avoid question and to draw his mother to one side, but Mabel was upon him. "You have newsf she said, her white face set, her hands firmly seizing his. arm. "What is it? Have they dismissed

himr "Theycan never dismiss—never harm hfm more, Mabel," was the solemn answer.

Some months afterward Mrs. Vincent received a packet of papers that belonged to the late Capt. NoeL Mabel had been seat to Florida for the winter, and was spending her early widowhood with kind mid loving friends. The constd at Vera Cruz had written to Mr. Withers full particulars of his cousin's deathone of the first victims of the vomito— and had sent these papers with the formal certificates of tlie Mexican officials. Mr. Woodrow, one of the executors of Mr. Ymcant's estate, showed singular desire to examine these papers, Imt the widow thought they should be opened only by her daughter. It was not until that, with much hesitancy, S gentleman explained that Mr. VIjk had given hfm to understand that had iTifrngted some papers to Capt. I which Taad jbv'm to at to his old friend QapL Lane.

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M: Vincent could learn no more from him, out she lost no time in searching the packet.

Within twenty-four hours Mabel was summoned home by telegraph, and there for the first time learned that to her father's partner, for the use of the firm in their sore straits of nearly two years before, Capt. Lane had given the sum of fifteen thousand dollars, and that among Capt. NoeTs papers was what purported to be a receipt in full for the return of the sum from Mr. Vincent, which receipt was signed apparently by Frederick Lane and dated July 2, 188—. But this, said Mr. Woodrow, must be a mistake Mr. Vincent had assured him late in July tli:vt he had not repaid it, but that Clark had hii instructions to repay it at once, and all Clark's books, papers and receipts had been examined, and showed that no such payment had been made. "It simply means that the very roof under "which we are sheltered is not ours, but that noble fellow's," said Mrs. Vincent and that night she wrote, and poured forth her heart to liim, while Mabel locked herself in her room.

No answer came. Then Mr. Woodrow made inquiries of the officer at the rendezvous, and learned that Capt. Lane had gone to Europe with leave of absence for a year and there her letter followed him. She demanded, as a right, to know the truth. She had given the executors to understand that the debt must be paid, if they liad to sell the old homestead to do it. She would be glad to go and live in retirement anywhere.

Not only did she, but so did Mr. Woodrow, receive at last a letter from distant Athens. The widow sobbed and laughed and pressed her letter to her heart, while Woodrow read his with moistened eyes, a suspicious resort to his cambric handkerchief, and an impatient consignment of all such confounded' quixotic, unbusiness like cavalrymen to—to the deuce, by Jupiter and then he went off to show it to his fellow-executors.

The long summer wore away. Autumn again found mother and daughter and Regy at the dear old home, but light and laughter had not been known within the massive walls since the father's death. The tragedy in Mabel's life coming so quickly after that event seemed to have left room for naught but mourning. "She has so aged, so changed," wrote Mrs. Vincent, on one of the few occasions when she wrote of her at all to him, and she wrote every month. "I could even say that it has improved her. The old gayety and joyousness are gone, and with them the wilfulness. She thinks more—lives more—for others now."

Winter came again—the second winter of Mabel's widowhood—and she was urged to visit the Noels at their distant home but she seemed reluctant until her mother bade her go. She was still wearing her widow's weeds, and her lovely face was never sweeter in her girlhood days than now in that frame of crape. Of the brief months of her married life they never spoke, but the Noels loved her because of her devotion to him when not a friend was left. In early March the* news fronfr home began to give her uneasiness "mamma did not seem well," was the explanation, and it was decided that they would go on as far as Washington with her, and spend a day or two there, when Reginald would meet and escort her home.

And so, one bright morning in that most, uncertain of months, Mabel Noel with her sister-in-law and that lady's husband stood at tho elevator landing, waiting to be taken dowv to the hallway of their hotel. Presently Jirlighted cage camo sliding from aloft. Mrs. Lanier entered, followed by tho others. Two gentlemen seated on one side removed their hats, and the next instant, before she could take her seat, the lady saw one of thorn rise, bow and extend his hand to Mabel, saying, with no little embarrassment and much access of color, something to the cSoot that thfa was a neat surprise—a statement which her fair sister-in-law evidently could find no words to contradict, even had she desired to do so. Neither of the two seemed to tMnk of any others who were present. Indeed, there was hardly time to ask cr answer qu r.tions before they liad to step out and give place to people desiring to ascend, and then the gentleman nearly tumbled over a chair in the awkwardness of his adieu. Mrs. Noel's face was averted as they left tho hall, but all the more was Mrs. Lanier desirous of questioning: "Who was your friend, Mabel?"

And Mabel bad to turn or bo ungracious. Her face was glowing as she answered, simply, "Capt. Lane,"

An hour later Mrs. Lanier said to her husband: "That was the man to whom she was said to be engaged before Gordon and did yea see her faeo?*'

Once again they met—this time at the entrance to the dining room and there Capt. Lane bowed gravely to "my sister, Mrs. Lanier—Mr. Lanier," when he was presented. The lady seemed^distant and chilling. The man held out his hand and said, 'Tm glad to know you, captain. I wish you could dine with us.** But Lane had dined and was going out.

The third day came and no Reginald, Expecting him every moment, Mabel declined to go with her friends on a shopping tour, and was seated in her room fhininngr vrhen there c."me a tap at the door a card for Mra. Noel, and the gentleman begged see her in the parlor. Hr color heightened as she read the

Her heart beat flutteringly as

she descended the stairs- He was standing dose by the door, but he took her frftrtd and led her to the window at their eight. "Yoalmvo news—from mammal" she cried. "TcH me—instantly!" "Mr Vv" drow thinks it best that yon ghonldcoixic, Mrs. Nod and she has sent for ma. Reginald want directly last night. v-V ill you trust yourself to my c&r -1 can you be rc .: ly for the two hours?"

E iy! could go instantly. Was thcr. cast? .ploredhim to tell if her mother's ilin fatal. Ho could onlyj^y that Mra. iuceat liad

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been quite suddenly seized and yet they hoped she would rally. Mabel wept unrestrainedly, upbraiding herself bitterly for her dilatory journey but she was ready, and had gained composure when it was time to start. Mrs. Lanier's farewell was somewhat strained, but the captain seemed to notice nothing.

Unobtrusively, yet carefully, ha watched over her on the homeward way. Tenderly he lifted her to the pavement of the familiar old depot, where Regy met them. Mamma was better, but very feeble. She wanted to see them both.

Three days the gentle spirit lingered. Thrice did the loving woman send for Lane, and, holding his hand in hers, whisper blessing and prayerful charge as to tho future. Regy wondered what it could all mean. Mabel, on her knees in her own little room, pleading for her devoted mother's life, knew well how to the very last that mother clung to him, but only vaguely did she reason why.

At last the solemn moment came, and the hush of twilight, the placid, painless close of a pure and gracious life were broken only by the sobbing of her kneeling children and of tho little knot of friends who, dearly loving, were with her at the gate into the new and radiant world beyond.

One soft spring evening a few weeks later Mabel stood by the window in the old library, an open letter in lier hand. Twice had she looked at the clock upon the mantel, and it was late when Frederick Lane appeared. Mr. Woodrow had unexpectedly detained him, he explained, but now nothing remained but to say good-by to her. His leave was up. The old troop was waiting for him. "Will you try to do as I asked you and write to mo once in a while?" Le said. "I will. It was mother's wish." But her head sank lower as she spoke. "I know," he replied. "For almost a year past she had written regularly to me, and I shall miss it—moro than I can say. And now—it is good-by. God bless you, Mabol!"

And still she stood, inert, passive, her eyes downcast, her bosom rapidly rising and falling under its mourning garb. He took her hand and held it lingeringly one minute, then turned slowly away.

At tho portiere he stopped for one last look. She was still standing there, drooping. The fair head seemed bowing lower and lower, the white hands were clasping nervously. "Do you know vou have not said goodby, Mabel?"

She is bending like tho lily now, turning away to hide tho rush of tears. Only faintly does he catch the whispered words: "Oh! I cannot!"

THE END.

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