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CHAPTER XXVII. HE approached with Ber usual panther-like grace and supple movement, her red lips parted in a charming smile. "So good of you to come!'' she began, holding out her two hands as though she Invited an em's brace "and on Christmas rooming too!" She paused,and seeing that I did not movo or speak, sbo regarded mo with some alarm. "What is the matter?" sho asked in fainter tones "has anything happened?"

I looked at her. I saw that she was full of suddon fear. I made no attempt to soothe hor, I merely placed a chair. "Sit down," I said gravely. "I am the bearer of bad news."

Sho sank into the chair as though unnerved, and gazed at mo with terrified eyes. Sho trembled. Watching J»er keenly, I observed all these outward signs trepidation with deep satisfaction. I saw plainly what was passing in hor mind. A great dread had seized her— tho dread that I had found out her troaeherv. So indeed I had, but the timo had not yot come for hor to know it. Meanwhile she suffered,—suffered acutely with that gnawing torror and suspense eating into her soul. I said nothing, I waited for hor to speak. Aftor a pause, during which her cheeks had lost their delicate bloom, sho said, forcing a smile as she spoko— "Bad nows? You surprise me! What can it bo? Some unpleasantness with Guldo? Havo you soen him?" "I havo seen him," I answered in the the same formal and serious tono "I havo just left him. Uo sends you this,"

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had drawn off the dead man's finger. If sho had been pale bororo, sho grow paler now. All tho brilliancy of hor complexion faded for the moment into an awful haggardnoss. Sho took tho ring with lingers that shook visibly and wcro lev cold. Thoro was no attempt at smiling now. Sho drew a sharp quick breath sho thought I know all. I was again silont Sho looked at tho dlamqnd slgnot with a bowildercd air. "I do not understand," sho murmured petulantly. "I gave him this as a remembrance of his friend, my husband why does ho roturn it?" "Solf-tortured criminal! I studied her with a dark amusomont, but answored nothing. Suddonly sho looked up at mo and hor ovos filled with tears. "Why are you so cold and strange, Cosaro?"sho pleaded In a sort of plaiutlvo whlmpor. "Do not staud thoro llko a gloomy sontlnol kiss mo, and tell mo at oueo what has happened."

Kiss hor! So soon after kissing tho dead hand of her lovor? No, I could not and would not, I romainod standing whoro I was, Inflexibly silent Sho glancod at mo again, very timidly, and whimpered afresh. "Ah, you do not lovo mo!" sho murmured. "You could not bo so stern and slleut If you lovod mo! If thoro Is Indeod any bad news, you ought to break it to me gently and kindly. I thought you would always mako everything easy for me—" "Such has been my endeavour, madftmc," I said, Interrupting her complaint. "From your own statement, I judged that your adopted brother Guldo Ferrari had rendered himself obnoxious to you. 1 promised that I would silence him—you remember? I havo kept my word. IIo Is silenced. .... forever."

Sho started. "Silenced? How? Yon moan—" I moved away from my place behind hor chair, and stood so that I facod hor as I spoke, "I mean that he is dead."

Sec uttered a slight cry, not of sorrow but of wonderment "Dead!" sho exclaimed. "Not possible! Dead! You havo killed hltu?"

I bent my head gravely. "I killed him—yos! But in open combat openly witnessed. Last sight ho iusulted mo grossly we fought this morning. We forgave each other boforo ho died."

She listened attentively. A Utile colour came back into her cheeks. "In what way did ho insult you?" she asked In a low voice.

I told her all. briefly. Sho still looked anxious. "Did ho mention my name?" she asked.

I glanced at her troubled features In profound contempt She feared tho dyiag man might have made some confession to me! I answered— "No not after our quarrel. But I hear he went to your house to kill you! Not finding you there, he only cursed you."

She heaved a sigh of relief. Sho was safe now, she thought Her red lips widened into a cruel smile.

"What bad taste!" she said coldly. "Why he should curse mo I cannot imagine! I have always been kind to him —too kind."

Too kind indeed! kind enough to be glad when the object of all her kindness was dead! For she was glad! I could see that in tho murderous glitter of her eyes. "You are not sorry?" I Inquired, with an air of pretended surprise. "Sorry? Not at all Why should I bo? He was a very agreeable friend while my husband was alive to keep him in order, but after my poor Fabio's death, his treatment of*mo wasquito unbearable."

Take care, beautiful hypocrite! take care! Take care lest your "poor Fabio's" fingers should suddonly nip your slim throat with a convulsive twitch that means death! Heaven only knows how I managed to keep my hands off her at that momentl Why, any grovelling beast of the field had more feeling than this wretch whom I had made ray wife! Even for Guido's sake—such are the strange inconsistencies of the human heart—I could haveelain her then. But I restrained my fury I steadied my voice and said calmly— "Then I was mistaken? I thought you would bo deeply grieved, that my nows would shock and annoy you greatly, hence my gravity and apparent coldness. But it seems I have done well?"

Sho sprang up from her chair like a ploased child and flung her arms around my neck. "You are brave, you are brave!" she exclaimed, in a sort of exultation. "You could not have done otherwise! He insulted you, and you killed him. That was right! I lovo you ail tho more for being such a man of honour!"

I looked down upon her in loathing and disgust. Honour! Its very name was libelled coming from hor lips. She did not notice the expression on my face —sho was absorbed, excellent actress as sho was, in the part sho bad chosen to play. "And so you wore dull and sad because you feared to grieve me! Poor Cesaro!" sho said in childlike caresisng accents, such as sho could assume when sho chose. "But now that you see I am not unhappy, you will bo cheerful again? Yes? Think how much I lovo you, and how happy we will bel And see, you havo given me such lovely jewels, so many of them too, that I scarcely dare offer you such a trifle as this but as it really belonged to Fabio, and to Fabio's father whom you knew, I think you ought to havo it Will you take it and wear it to ploaso me?" and sho slipped on my finger tho diamond signet,—my own ring.

I could havo laughed a)oud! but I bent my head gravely as I accepted it "Only as a proof of your affection, cara mia," I said, "though it has a terrible association for me. I took it from Ferrari's hand when— "Oh, yes, I know!" she interrupted me with a little shiver "it must have boen trying to you to havo soon him dead. I think dead pooplo look so horrid, the sight upsets tho norvesl I remember when I was at school here, they would take one to see a nun who died it sickened mo and made mo ill for days. I can quite understand your feelings. But you must try and forget tho matter. Duels are very common occurrences aftor all!" "Verv common," I answered mechanically, still regarding the fair upturned face, tho lustrous eyes, tho rippling hair "but they do not often end so fatally. The result of this one compels mo to leave Naples for a fow days. I go to Avellino to-night" "To Avollino?' sho exclaimed with interest "Oh, I know it very well. I went there onco with Fabio whon I was first married." "And were you happy there?" I inquired coldly.

I remembered tho timo sho spoke of,— a timo of such unreasoning, foolish joyl "Happy?—Oh, yes everything was so new to mo then. It was delightful to be my own mistress, and I was so glad to be out of the conveut." "I thought you likod the nuns?" I said. "Some of them—yos. The roverend mother is a dear old thing. But Madamo Marguerite, tho Vicaire as sho Is called—the one that recoivod you— oh, I do detest her!" "Indeed! and why?"

The red lips curled mutinously. ••Because she is so sly and silent Some of tho children hero adore here but they must havo something to lovo, yon know," and she laughed merrily. "Must they?"

I asked the question automatically, merely for the sake of saying something. "Of course they must," she answered gaily. "You foolish Cesare! The girls often play at beiug one another's lovers, only they are careful not to let tho nuns know their game. It is very amusing. Since I have been here they have what is called a •craze' for me. They give me flowers, run after mo in tho garden, and sometimes kiss my dress, and call me by all manner of loving names. I let them do it because it vexes Madame la Vicaire but of conrse it is verv foolish."

I was silent I thought what a curse It was,—this necessity of loving. Even the poison of it must find its way into the hearts of children,—young things shut within the walls of a secluded convent, and guarded by the conscientious care of holy women.

And the nuns?" I said, uttering my thoughts aloud. "How do they manage without love or romance?"

A wicked little smite, brilliant and disdainful, glittered in her eyes. ••Do they alwars manage without lov« or romance?" she asked half indolently. What of Abelard and Qelotse, or Frt Lip pi?"

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caught her round the waist and held her firmly while I said, with some ^rnuess: ''And you—is it possible that you have sympathy with, or find amusement in the contemplation of illicit^an4 dtebonourable passion?—tell mo?"

She recollected herself in tl white eyelids drooped demurelv. "Not 1!" she answered, with a and virtuous air "how can youj so? There is nothing to my mind rible as deceit no good ever it"

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I loosened her from ray embrae "You are right," I said calml glad your instincts are so co have always hated lies." "So have I!" she declared eg with a frank and open look often wondered why people tcjfl them. They are sure to be found out"

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I bit my lips jiard to shut in thjLburning accusations that my tonguo*longed to utter. Why should I damn the actress or the play before the curtain was ready to fall on both? I changed the subject of converse. "How long do you purpose retraining here in retreat?" I asked. "There is nothing now to prevent your returning to Naples."

She pondered for some minutes before replying, then she said: ,"I told the superioress I came here for a 'week. -I had better stay till that timo is expired. Not longer, because, as Guido is really dead, my presence is actually necessary in the city." "Indeed! May I ask why?"

She laughed a little consciously. "Simply to prove his last will and testament," sho replied. "Before he left for Rome he gave it into my keeping."

A light flashed on my mind. "And its contents?" I Inquired. "Its contents mako me tho owner of everything he died possessed of!" she said," with an air of quiet yot malicious triumph.

Unhappy Guido! What trust ho had reposed in this vilo, self-interested hoartless woman! He had loved her, even as I had loved her,—sho who was unworthy of any love! I controlled my rising emotion, and merely said with gravity: "I congratulate you! May I bo permitted to see this document?" "Certainly I can show it to you now. I have it here," and she drew a Russia leather letter case from her pocket, and opening it handed me a seated envelope. "Break the seall" sho added with childish eagerness. "Ho closed tip up like that after I had read It."

With reluctant hand, and a pajnid piteousness at my heart, I opened the packet It was as she hid said, a will drawn up in perfect legal form, ^gned and witnessed, leaving overythii* unconditionally to- "Nina, .Countos$ itomani, of the Villa Roraani, Naples-" 1 read it through, and returned it to her. "Ho must havo loved you," I said.

She laughed. "Of course!" she said airily. "But many people love mo—that is nothing now I am accustomed to be loved. But you see," she went on, reverting to the will again, "it specifies, 'everything he dies possessed of,' that means all the money left to him by his uncle in Rome, does it not?"

I bowed. I could not trust myself to speak. "I thought so," she murmured gleefully, more to herself than to me "and I have a right to all his papers, and letters." There she paused abruptly and chocked herself.

I undorstood her. She wanted get back her own letters to the dead' man, lest her intimacy with liira should leak out in some chance way for which she was unprepared. Cunning deviU I was almost glad she showed me to what a depth of vulgar vice she had fallen. There was no question of pity or forbearance in her case. If ail the tortures invented by savages or stern inquisitors could bo heaped upon her at once, such punishment would be light In comparison with hor crimes,—crimes for which, mark you, tho law gives you no remedy but divorce. Tired of the wretched comedy, I looked at ray watch. "It is time for me take my leave of you," I said in the stiff, courtly manner I affected. "Moments fly fast in your enchanting company! But I have still to walk to Gastellamare, there to rejoin my carriage, and I have many things to attoud to before my departure this evening. On my return from Avellino shall I bo welcome?" "You know It," sho roturnod, nestling hor head against my shoulder, wliilo for mere form's sake I was forced to hold her in a partial embrace. "I ouly wish you were not going at all. Dearest, do not stay long away,—I shall be so unhappy till you co.mo back!" "Absence strengthens love, they say," I observed with a forced smile. "May it do so in our case. Farowell, cara mial Pray for me I suppose you do pray a great deal here?" "Oh, yes," she replied naively "thoro is nothing else to do."

I held her hands closely In my grasp. Tho engagement ring on hor finger, and the diamond signet on my own flashed in the light like the crossing of swords. "Pray, then," I said, "storm the gates of heaven with sweet-voiced pleadings for tho repose of poor Ferrari's soul I Remember ho loved you, though you never oved him. For your sake he quarreled with roe, his best friend, for your sake ho died! Pray for him—who knows," and I spoke in thrilling tones of earnestness—"who knows but that his too-hastily parted spirit may not be near us now—hearing our voices, watching our looks!"

Sho shivered slightly, dan her hands in mine grew cold. "Yes, yes," I continued more calmly "you must not forget to pray for him he was young and not prepared to die."

My words bad some of the desired effect upon her. .... for once her ready speech failed—she seemed as though she sought for some reply and found none. I still held her hands. "Promise mel" I continued ^*and at the same time pray for your dead husband! He and poor Ferrari were close friends, you know it will be pious and kind of you to join their names in one petition addressed to Him 'from whom no secrets are hid,' and who reads with unerring eyes the purity of your intentions. Will you do It?"

She smiled, a forced, faint smile. "I certainly will," she replied in a low voice "I promise you."

I released her hands—I was satisfied. If she dared to pray thus I felt, I knew that she would draw down upon her soul the redoubled wrath of heaven for looked beyond the grave. The mere death of ber body would be but a slight satisfaction to me it was the otter destruction of ber wicked soul that I sought She should never re

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never have the chance of cast ing off her vileness as a serpent casts its skin, and, reclothing herself in innocenco, presume to ask admittance into that Eternal Gloryland whither my little child had gone—never, never! No church should save her, no priest should absolve her—not while I lived!

She watched me as I fastened my coat, and began to draw on my gloves. "Are you going no\y?" sho asked somewhat timidly. "Yes, I am going now, cara mia," I said, "Why what makes you look so pale?" .. "V

For she" had suddenly turned very white. "Let me see your hand again," she demanded with feverish eagerness, "the hand on which I placed the ring!"

Smilingly and_ with readiness I took off tho glove I had just put on. "What odd fancy possesses you now, little one?" I asked with an air of playfulness.

She made no answer,but took my hand and examined it closely and curiously. Then sho looked up, hor lips twitched nervously, and she laughod a little hard mirthless laugh. "Your hand," she murmered incoherently, with—that—signit—on it—is exactly like—like Fabio's!"

And before I had time to say a word she went off into a violent fltr of hysterics —sobs, little cries, and laughter all intermingled in that wild and reasonless distraction that generally unnerves the strongest man who is not accustomed to it I rang the bell to summon aslstance a lay-sister answered it, and seeing Nina's condition, rushed for a glass of water and summoneS Madame la Vicaire. This latter entering with her quiet step and inflexible demeanor, took in tho situaat a glance, dismissed the lay-sister, and possessing herself of the tumbler of water, sprinkled the forehead of the Interesting patient, and forced some drops between her clenched teeth. Then turning to me she inquired with some stateliness of manner, what had caused tho attack. "I really cannot toll you, madame," I said with an air of affected concern and vexation. "I certainly told tho Countess of the unexpected death of a friend, but she bore that news with exemplary resignation. Tho circumstance that ap-

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pears to have so greatly distressed her is that she finds, or savs she finds, a resemblance between my hand and tho hand of her deceased husband. This seems to me absurd, but thoro is no accounting for ladios' caprices."

And I shrugged my shoulders as though I were annoyed and Impatient. Over tho pale, serious face of the nun there flitted a smilo in which there was certainly the ghost of sarcasm. "All sensitiveness and tenderness of heart, you see!" she said in her chill, passionless tones, which, Icy as they were, somewhat convoyed to my ear another meaning than that implied by the words she utterod. "Wo cannot perhaps understand the extreme delicacy of hor feelings, and we fail to do justice tp them."

Hero Nina opened her eyes, and looked at us with piteous plaintiveness, while her bosom heaved with those long, deep sighs which are the finishing chords of the Sonata Hysteria. "You aro better, I trust?" continued the nun, without any sympathy in her monotonous accents, and addressing her with some reserve. "You have greatly alarmed the Count Ollva.' "I am sorry—"began Nina foebly.

I hastened to her side. "Pray do not speak of it!" I urged, forcing something like a lover's ardour into my voice. "I regret beyond measure that it is my misfortune to have hands like those of your late husband! I assure you I am quite miserable about it Can you forgive me?"

She was recovering quickly, and she was evidently conscious that sho had behaved somewhat foolishly. She smiled, a weak pale smile but she looked very scared, worn and ill. She rose from her chair slowly and languidly. "I think I will go to my room/ she said, not regarding Mere Marguerite, who had withdrawn to a little distance, and who stood rigidly erect, immovably featured, with her silver crucifix glittering coldly on her still breast "Good-bye, Cesare! Please forget my stupidity, and write to me from Avellino."

I took her outstretched hand, and bowing over it touched it gently with my lips- She turned towards the door, when suddenly a mischievous Idea seemed to enter her mind. She looked at Madame la Vicaire and then came back to me. "Addio, amor mio!" she said, with a sort of rapturous emphasis, and throwing her arms round my neck she kissed mo almost passionately.

Then she glanced maliciously at the nun, who had lowered her eye3 till they appeared fast shut, and breaking into a low peal of indolently amused laughter, waved her hand to me, and left the room.

I was somewhat confused. The suddenness and warmth of her caress had been, I knew, a mere monkeyish trick, designed to vex the religious scruples of Mere Marguerite. I knew not what to say to the stately woman who remained confronting me with downcast eyes, and Hps that moved dumbly as though in prayer. As tho door closed after my wife's retreating figure, the nun looked up there was a slight flush on her pallid cheeks, &.id to my astonishment tears glittered on her dark lashes. "Madame," I began earnestly, "I assure you—" "Say nothing, signor," she Interrupted me with a slight deprecatory gesture "It Is quite unnecessary. To mock a religieuse is a common amusement with young girls and women of the world. I am accustomed to it, though I feelits cruelty more than I ought to do. Ladles like the Countess Romani think that we—we, the sepulchres of womanhood, sepulchres that we have emptied and

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The nun glanced at me —her eyes flashed disdainfully. "You think it was all affection for you, no doubt, signor? A very natural sup position, and—I should bo sorry to undeceive you."

Sho paused a moment and then resumed: "You seem an earnest man—maybe you aro destined to be the means of saving Nina I could say much, yot it is wise to bo silent If you lovo her do not flatter her: her overweening vanity is her ruin. A firm, wise, ruling masterhand may perhaps—who knows?" Sho hesitated and sighed, thou added gently, "Farowell. signor! Benodicite!" and making the sign of tho cross as I rospectfullv bent my head to receive her blessing, she passed noiselessly from tho room.

Ono moment later, and ,a lame" and aged lay sister came to escort me to tho gato. As I passed down the stone corridor a sido door opened a very littlo way, and two fair young faces peeked out at me. For an instance I saw four laughing black eyes I heard a smothered voice say, "Oh! e'est un vloux papa!" and then my guido, who though lamo was not b!ind, perceived tho opened door and shut It with an angry bang, which, .however, did not drown the ringing merriment that echoed from within. On reaching the outer gates I turned to my venerable Companion, and laying four twenty franc pieces in hor shivering palm, I said"Take those to tho Roverend Mother for me, and ask that mass bo said iu tho chapel tomorrow for tho repose of the soul of him whoso name is written hero."

And 1 gavo her Guido Ferrari's visiting card, adding in lower and more solemn tones: "Ho mot with a sudden and unprepared death. Of your charity, pray also for tho man who killed him!"

Tho old woman looked startled, and crossed horself devoutly but sho promised that my wishes should bo fulfilled, and I bade her farewill and passed out, tiro convent gates closing with a dull clang behind me. I walked on a fow yards and then paused, looking back. What a peaceful homo it seemed how calm and suro a retreat, with tho white Noisette roses crowning its ancient gray walls! Yet what embodied cursos were pent up in there in tho shape of girls growing to be women women for whom all the care, stern training and anxious solicitude of the nuns would bo unavailing women who would come forth fromovon that abode.of sanctity with vile natures and animal impulses, and' who would hereafter, while leading a lifo of vice and hypocrisy, hold up this very strictness of their early education as a proof of their unimpeachable innoconso and virtue! To such, what lesson is learnt by the dally example of tho nuns who mortify their flosh, fast, pray and weep? No lesson at all—nothing, save mockery and contempt To a girl In tho hayday of youth and boauty, tho llto of a religieuse seems ridiculous. "Tho poor nuns!" she says with a laugh "they aro so ignorant Thoir timo is over—mine has not yet begun." Few, very fow, among tho thousands of young women who leave tho scene of their quiet school days for tho social whirligig of tho world, evor learn to tako lifo in oarnest, lovo in earnest, sorrow in earnest. To most of them lifo is a largo dressmaking and millinery establishment lovo a question of money and diamonds sorrow a solemn calculation as to how much or how littlo mourning is considered becoming or fashionable. And for creatures such as these we mon work—work till our hairs aro grey aud our back bent with toil— work till all tho joy and zest of living has gono from us, aud our reward is what? Hanpiuess?—Seldom. Infidelity? —Often. Ridicule?—Truly wo ought to bo glad if wo aro only ridiculed and thrust back to occupy the second place in our own houses our lady wives call that "kind treatment" Is there a married woman living who does not now and then throw a small stone of insolent satire at her husband when his back is turned? What, madame? You who read those words—you say with indignation—"Certainly there is, and I am that woman!" Ah, truly? I salute you profoundly!—you arc, no doubt, tho exceptionl

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No. 4 Pass Ex 11.05 am No. 2 Pass Mall & Ex 7.00 pm LBAVE FOR NORTHWEST. No. 1 Pass Mali & Ex 7.10 a No. 8 Pass Ex i!.00_p

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GOING WEST.

No. 7 Bt Louis Ex* 1.84 am No. 17 Limited* 1.58 pm No. 8 Accommodation '68pm No. 9 Mall Train* i0.»am

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Wm retain tt» moat difficult forma of HERNIAor Rapture with comfort and nafety, thereby oomplet. Inff a radical CORE of all curable ca«ea. Imperriona to moUtvre, may b« uaed in batblccr^uodfitting perfectly to form ofbody, «n wore, without inconvenient* by tbe youngeftt child, moat dclicato lady, or tbe Vibarin«c man. avoiding all »oBr, wweaty.imddcd onplenaantneiWy bda« Light* Cool, Cleanly, and always reliable.

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HERNIA 0MRUPTURE A SPECIALTY,

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Patent Limbs and Deformity -Appliances

Seventh and Main Streets, MeKEEN BLOCK, ROOM No. 14.