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BONNY JEAN, 49 to Mrs. Conway and delivered it to her, then—he daréd think no further in the future. He loved Jean with all his heart; he was good, and true, and honorable, and he had reason to be- lieve that Jean cared for him; but no words of love had ever passed between them. There isa language of the eye which speaks from heart to heart, and often expresses more than lip or tongue, Full of disappointment, Philip re-entered the boat, turned it about, and so went back to the timber camp. He had scarcely landed on his arrival when Gabriel Black appeared. ‘‘ Here, Randall,” he began, in a friendly manner, ‘‘here is a telegram which one of the boys brought out from the station for you. No bad news, [ hope.” Philip tore it hastily open. As he glanced it over, his face paled, and his eyes were full of sadness. ‘*Bad news, indeed!” heexclaimed. ‘‘ My mother is dying, and I must go home at once. But before I go I mustsee Mrs. Conway and—Miss Jean.” ‘“'They have gone to pass the day with some friends, I am told,” remarked Gabriel Black, quietly. ‘‘ Leave a line of adieu for them, Randall. I will see that they receive it.” Of course Philip did not dream of any duplicity, and he fell into the snare at once. He scribbled a friendly note to the two ladies, and left it in Black’s care. Then, without waiting to pack his clothes, he sprang on the back of Gabriel's horse, which stood saddled near by, and which its owner wilhngly loaned, and was out of sight in a moment. He arrived in New Orleans that night, and went straight home, and the first person whom he met—alive and well—was his mother. Philip saw at once that there was some plot, and that he was the victim. : ‘I begin to perceive,” he cried desperately, ‘‘that there is something in the wind, and I believe that Black is at the bottom of it all. For some reason he wants to get me out of the way, but he has mistaken his man. I am going back to the pine (e{ 0 ) Eomichbooks