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158 EDWARD HAWLEY’S TROUBLE. There was an awful suspicion in his mind now. ‘“‘Tf T have been fooled with,’’ he muttered,’’ I shall find it in my heart to shoot somebody dead!’’ His mind was instantly made up. He would ignore the promises he had made to St. Leonards and Isabel. He re- solved to visit his temptress at once, and know exactly what had occurred on the previous night. ‘‘T have lavished the whole wealth of my affection upon her,’’ he thought. ‘‘Every dollar of which I am possessed —even my honor! I have insulted my dearest friends— scorned the fond love of my sister, and forged my father’s name! And yet, I cannot give her up—I cannot hate her —even if she prove as false as Delilah of old. No—no! I cannot believe it—I will not believe it!’’ He paced the room fora little while, Minnie watching every movement—every expression with anxious interest. ‘*You shall be satisfied that all is right, little sister,’’ he said, at last. ““St. Leonards would not lend himself to any- thing wrong. <A British peer!’’—he sneered a little—‘‘a British peer! He knows more of this affair thanI do. I will see him at the earliest possible moment. To-morrow, Hawley must be set free! He has friends, and so have I. No further appeal shall be made to my father. If I have committed any great crime, let him look to St. Leonards, his own particular friend. I will come again to-morrow evening, Minnie, and may bring Edward with me. Be sure that I shall not leave New York without acquainting you with my intentions!’’ He could scarcely repress the sob that rose in his throat, and left the house hurriedly. As he paused in the portico to button his overcoat, he Gomichbooks co