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250 Conquering the Conqueress. “Mr. Vivian Trevannance. He fell in love with her before I met him, and she with him, I rather fancy; but again that indomitable pride of hers held them apart. Besides, he was then engaged to Lady Evelyn. But he will go to America and he will find her, and I shall wel- come my late rival as my son.”’ “How very strange it all is! And this brave, faithful friend—this heroic Mike Muldoon—what of him?” His eyes glistened at the name of that true-hearted friend. “My brave Mike, who has loved me with a love surpass- ing that of a woman! He and | shall never part more. He shall reign grand seigneur of Clontarf—the great am- bition of his life. It was agreed between us, when we parted, that he was to wait until I wrote to him or rejoined him in St. Louis; and he will wait. I write to-night, and { mean to repair and rebuild Clontarf, and he shall be my bailiff there, and the happiest fellow in the three king- doms. Shall I ring for your maid, Inez, before I go?” She assented, and held out her hand. “Good-night, Lord Clontarf. Ah, thank Heaven I can call you by that name at last! Goto Evelyn. Do not let her wear herself out. Send her to-me when she can leave her father.” He lifted the wasted hand to his lips, passed from the boudoir, and was gone. CHAPTER XIV. CONQUERING THE CONOUERESS. “Lady Clydesmore to Madame la Comtesse d’ Avignon, Paris. “WarRBECK HALy, June 20, 18—. “Dearest Veron1oue,—lI promised, I think, when you left London last April, to keep you posted of all that tran- spired here. That I have not written before is simply be- cause | had nothing to say. It is only in books that things keep happening continually, and diaries are inter- esting reading. !n real life the old tread-mill goes round : tee a ae ae yh ~ comi ctiooks. co Lf ty “ay Ss ©