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From: the Dead. ay 239 The reply on the lips of the man he addressed never was uttered ; for, in trailing white robes—white as a’spirit her- selfi—Inez, Countess of Clontarf, stood upon the thresh- old. She had heard that voice—that voice silenced for twenty long years, and she had risen and come forth. Her great black eyes were fixed upon the face of her daughter’s lover, with a wild glare, for one awful mo- ment—only for a moment; then, with a long, shrill cry of recognition, “Roderick! Roderick! Roderick !’’ she reeled and fell heavily at his feet. He caught her as she touched the ground. - Her daugh- ter had echoed her cry, but Gerald Desmond stood rooted to the spot. He knew all at last. It was no dream, no fancy, no chance resemblance, but his cousin, Roderick Desmond, who stood before him from the dead! CHAPTER. XII. THE VENGEANCE OF RODERICK DESMOND. That wild scream had been heard. The moment after ~ it was uttered, Trevannance Lord Clydesmore, and Mr. Hall were on the spot. “What the deuce has happened?” demanded the master of the house. He might well stare. Colonel Drummond stood with the swooning form of Lady Clontarf in his arms, while my lord earl, leaning against the wall, was glaring before him like a galvanized corpse; and Lady livelyn, pale as a spirit, looked from one face to the other —from father to lover—still “far wide.” | The calm, clear voice of the American officer broke the silent spell. | “Nothing very extraordinary, my lord. This lady, in attempting to quit her room, fainted. With your permis- sion, Lady Evelyn, I will place her upon the sofa yonder, and leave her in your charge.” He carfied her gently in and laid her down. One fleet- ing second he paused, gazing at the white, ricid, death- like face of the woman who so nearly had been his wife, so sadly changed since those long-gone days; then he had quitted the apartment, leaving Lady Evelyn with her mother, and closed the massive oaken door behind them. Her father stood as he had left him; he had aciher