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117 “The ee Se was not to disturb the ante-nuptial -gerenity of the bride-elect. — | “Give Miss De Montreuil this when she is at home.” ae drew forth. his card, and wrote rapidly on the reverse - side: “T must see you! AN see roi! I will call again to- : _ morrow at ten.” _ The man took it with a bow. The next instant the owl door closed with a sonorous bang upon the rejected lover. Alwyn passed that night in a horrible fever of suspense, half the time pacing his room. Morning found him haggard, and hollow- eyed, and wretched. ‘l’en o’clock, to the minute, saw him again at Mrs. Manners’ door. 2 “ “Miss De Montreuil is engaged, and can see no one. She | begs Mr. Bartram to excuse her.” And, with the pitiless words, the door absolutely closed in Si face, leaving him, white and stunned, on the threshold. | iB For fully five minutes he stood motionless; then, with a look on his face the heartless Leonie might never forget had she seen it, he turned away. % That was his last visit—the bride-elect was écoubled no 2 ore. Immersed. in diamonds, point lace, orange-blossoms and white moire, there was little time to think of her slaugh- _ tered victims; but at dead of night, in the quiet and darkness of her room, Alwyn Bartram’s face rose before her, pale and Brorroschénl as a ghost. She had loved him—she did love gave him up forever. os i What a wretch he must think beet what a wretch % am !” he e thought, covering the beautiful, wicked face with both im, never so well as now, when of her own free will she | : na nds. -“T promised to love and be true to him always, and see how I keep my word! gee e a Bu t the days went on. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wed nesday, and it was the “night before the bridal.” Up ir the bride’s “maiden bower,” all white and glistening me ‘spread the wedding paraphernalia. A parure of diamonds fend opals, pearls and turquoises fit for a queen lay blazimg in their velvet nests—Mr. Rutherford’s princely gift. 2 remorse clutched at Leonie’s heart, she had only to lift 1€ e lids of those caskets, and the sunbursts of splendor there iden consoled her at once. 3 onthe bed, in all its white richness, shone the Parisian we ddi ng-robe, the shining veil of priceless lace, the jeweled orang re ee ercniy the gloves, the slippers—pale as shimmering Jin the midst of all this dazzle al snowy glitter, the de walk ed coe and down, clad i in a 2 loose dressing-gown, ab (Ef o) )» Care ade 1 ; ‘c . LA Cn wart; ‘in eee ‘ 7 teen ae Z v * - ; - > : « e 2 “) ae ‘ ~ he jon : a ke om re ‘ ~ bs a = 4 — - 5 cS" Do ‘ a J . ~~. - eo ‘ : ~ “ _ : : m Oks: