BY CLARA AUGUSTA INTERNATIONAL PRESS ASSOCIATION. CHAPTER IV.— fCoNTiNCBM. ] He judged her by the majority of Women he had met, and finding her in different, he sought to arouse her jeal ousy by flirting with Miss Lee, who was by no means adverse to his attentions. But Margie hailed the transfer with relief which was so evident that Mr. Linmere, piqued and irritated, took up his hat to leave, in the midst of one of Miss Lee’s most brilliant descriptions of what she had seen in Italy, from whence she had but just returned. He went over to the sofa where Margie was sitting. “I hope to please you better next time,” he said, lifting her hand. “Good night, Margie, dear.” And before she was aware, he touched his lips to her forehead. She tore the hand away from him, and a flush of anger sprang to her cheek. He surveyed her with ad miration. He liked a little spirit in a woman, especially as he Intended to be able to subdue it when it pleased him. Her anger made her a thousand times more beautiful. He stood looking at I her a moment, then turned and with drew. Margie struck her forehead with her hand, as if she would wipe out the touch he had left there. Alexandrine came and put her arm around Margie’s waist. “I almost envy you, Margie,” she said, in that singularly purring voice of hers. “Ah, Linmere is magnificent! Such eves, and balr^ and such a voice! Well, Margie, you are a fortunate girl." And Miss Lee sighed, and shook out the heavy folds of her violet silk, with the air of one who has been injured,but is determined to show a proper spirit of resignation. Linmere’s property, and lived with him, he did not have any attachment for him. "Come here, sir!” said Llnmere, au thoritatively. Still the animal did not stir. Llnmere was nervous enough to be excited to anger by the veriest trifle, and the dog’s disobedience aroused his rage. “Curse the brute!” he cried; and putting his foot against him, he sent him spinning across the room. Leo did not growl, or cry out, but his eyes gleamed like coals, and he showed his white teeth with savage but Impotent hatred. It was easy to see that if he had been a bull dog instead of a grey hound he would have torn Mr. Paul Llnmere limb from limb. Llnmere went back to his chair, and sat down with a sullen face, but he could not rest there. He rose, and go ing into an inner room, brought out an ebony box, wl\Jch he opened, and from which he took a miniature in a golden case. He hesitated a moment before touching the spring, and when he did so the unclosing revealed the face of a young girl—a fair young girl in her early youth—not more than eighteen summers could have scattered their roses over her, when that beautiful im pression was taken. A ripe southern face, with masses of jet black hair, and dark brilliant eyes. There was a dewy crimson on her lips, and her cheeks were red as damask roses. A bright, happy face, upon which no blight had fallen. “She was beautiful—beautiful as an hour!!” said Mr. Paul Llnmere, speak ing slowly, half unconsciously, it seemed, his thoughts aloud. “And when I first knew her she was sweet and in nocent.” He sprang up and rang the bell vio lently. Directly his valet, Pietro, a sleepy looking and swarthy Italian, ap peared. “Bring me a glass of brandy, Pietro; and look you, sir, you may sleep to night on the lounge in my room. I am not feeling quite well, and may have need of you before morning.” The man looked surprised, but made no comment. He brought the stimu lant, his master drank it off, and then threw himself, dressed as he was, on the bed. CHAPTER V. R. PAUL LIN mere hurried along through an unfre quented street to his suite of rooms at the St. Nicholas. He was very apgry with everybody; he felt like an ill treated individual. (He had expected Margie to fall at once. A man of his attraction to be snubbed as he had been, by a mere chit of a girl, too! “I will find means to tame her, when I once she is mine,” he muttered. “By heaven! • but it will be rare sport to break that fiery spirit! It will make me young again.” Something white and shadowy bound his path. A spectral hand was laid on his arm, chilling like ice, even through his clothing. The ghastly face of a woman—a face framed In jet black hair and lit up by great black eyes bright as stars, glanced through the mirk of the pight. | The man gazed Into the weird face, and shook like a leaf in the blast. His arm sank nerveless to his side, palsied by that frozen touch, his voice was so unnatural that he started at the sound. “My God! Arabel Vere! Do the dead come back?" The great unnaturally brilliant eyes seemed to burn into his brain. The cold hand tightened on. his arm. A breath like wind freighted with snow crossed his face. “Speak, for heaven's sake,” he cried. “Am. I dreaming?” “Remember the banks of the Seine!” said a singularly sweet voice, which sounded to Mr. Paul Linmere as if it came from leagues and leagues away. “When you sit by the side of the living love, remember the dead! Think of the dark rolling river, and of what its waters covered.” He started from the strange pres ence, and caught at a post for support. His self-possession was gone; he trem bled like the most abject coward. Only for a moment—and then, when he looked again, the apparition had van ished. “Good God!” he cried, putting his hand to his forehead. “Do the dead indeed come back? I saw them take her from the river—Oh, heaven! I saw her when she sank beneath the ter rible waters! Is there a hereafter, and does a man sell his soul to damnation who commits what the world calls mur der?” CHAPTER VI. PPER tendom was ringing with the approaching nup tials of Miss Harri son and Mr. Lin mere. The bride was so beautiful and wealthy, and so insensible to her good fortune in se curing the ' most eligible man in her set. Half the ladies in the city were in love with Mr. Linmere. He was so distingue, carried himself so loftily, and yet was so gallantly condescend ing and so inimitably fascinating. He knew Europe like a book, sang like a professor, and knew just how to hand a lady her fan, adjust her shawl, and take her from her carriage. Accom plishments which make men popular, always. i ■ f s - Early in July Mr. Trevlyn and Mar gie, accompanied by a gay party, went down to Cape May. Mr. Trevlyn had long ago forsworn everything of the kind; but since Margie Harrison had come to reside with him he had given up his hermit habits, and been quite like other nice gouty old gentlemen. The party went down on Thursday— Mr. Paul Linmere following on Satur day. Margie had hoped he would not come; in his absence she could have enjoyed the sojourn, but his presence* destroyed for her all the charms of sea and sky. She grew frightened, some times, when she thought how intense ly she hated him. And in October she was to become his wife. i rtr( o fol f ease on the subject. She knew that arrangements were all made, that her wedding trousseau was being gotten up by a fashionable modiste, that Delmon ico had received orders for the feast, and that the oranges were budded, which, when burst into flowers, were to adorn her forehead on her bridal day. She despised Linmere with her whole soul, she dreaded him Inexpressibly, yet she scarcely gave her approaching mar riage with him a single thought. She wondered that she did not; when she thought of it at all, she was shocked to find herself so impassive. Her party had been a week at Cape May, when Archer Treviyn came down, with the wife of his employer, Mr. Bel grade. The lady was in delicate health and had heen advised to try sea air and surf bathing. Mr. Belgrade's busi ness would not allow of his absence at just that time, and he had shown his confidence in his head clerk by select ing him as his wife’s escort. Introduced-into society by so well es tablished an aristocrat as Mrs. Bel grade, Arch might at once have taken a prominent place among the fashion ables; but his singularly handsome face and high bred manners made him an acquisition to any company. But he never forgot that he had been a street sweeper, and he would not submit to be patronized by the very people who had once, perhaps, grudged him the pennies they had thrown to him as they would have thrown bread to a starving dog. So he avoided society, aqd attended only on Mrs. Belgrade. But from Alexandrine Lee he could not tie stopped under a lamp and drew out his pocketbook, taking therefrom a soiled scrap of paper. "Yes, I have it here. ‘Found drowned, the body of a woman. Her linen was marked with the name of Arabel Vere. Another unfortunate—’ No, I will not read the rest. I have read it too often, now, for my peace of mind. Yes, she is dead. There is no doubt. I have been dreaming tonight. Old Trevlyn’s wine was too strong for me. Arabel Vere, indeed! Pshaw! Paul LInmere, " you are an idiot!” Not daring to cast a look behind him he herried home, and up to his spacious parlor on the second floor. Linmere turned up the gas into a flare, and, tffiawing off his coat, flung * ' himself into an armchair and wiped the perspiration from his forehead. He t lobted about the room with half fright ** ened, searching eyes. He dreaded soli tude, and he feared company, yet felt the necessity of speaking to some one. His eye lighted on the greyhound doz ing on the hearth rug. “Leo, Leo," he called, "come here, sir." t u, s The dog opened his eyes, but gave no responsive wag of the tail. You saw at once that though Leo was Mr. Paul escape. She fastened upon him at once. She had a habit of singling out gentlemen, and giving them the dis tinction of her attentions, and no one thought of noticing It now. Aroh was ill at ease beneath the Infliction, but he was a thorough gentleman and could not repulse her rudely. A few days after the arrival of Mrs. Belgrade, Arch took her doyn to the beach to bathe. The beach was alive with the gorgeous grotesque figures of the bathers. The air was bracing, the surf splendid. Mr. Trevlyn’s carriage drove down soon after Mrs. Belgrade had finished her morning’s “dip;” and Margie and Mr. Llnmere, accompanied by Alexan drine Lee, alighted. They were In bathing costume, and Miss Lee, espy ing Arch, fastened upon him without ceremony. “Oh, Mr. Trevlyn,” she said animat edly, “I am glad to have come across you. I was Just telling Mr. Llnmere that two ladies were hardly safe with only one gentleman, In such a Burf as there Is this morning. «I shall have to depend on you to take care of ine. 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