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; r A ein rd ay , : ¢ . t at ” a ae. t) # - N\aheetn i <* ae wad -~ - wr 64 a nas 192 ; Riobéet nig ve) ae ie”. ae R. B. is the most vicious and opines men—r ‘0 fit acquaintance for any. pure wife or maiden. Come 4 oo Sti I implore you, and forbid him the house. ae TOME te 2 eae : “Faithfully yours, _ ate 7 am ‘Henererra | BH La at Mrs. Paukee s malicious old face glowed with Enticing ant malice as she folded and directed this precious let ‘er. ene “4 “J think I have paid you out, Mr. Robert. Bartram; and as. eS! for OM, my spotless little dove from Massechaeens, we'll see 4 The housekeeper posted ban wack aad oak to seek ae Mrs. Bartram with her Judas smile and treacherous, caress- — ing voice. But Estella kept her room all next day, too, ute y terly heartsick and miserable to meet any one. _ a On the second. day Robert Bartram called, but. Estella ro | fused to see him. He smiled coolly as Louise: delivered 1 the — message, took out his pocketbook, scribbed a, line or two i in pencil, and handed it to the girl. “y “Give Mrs. Bartram that,” he said, | “and tell her | I will call again to-morrow evening.” : Louise took up the note, untwisting it by_the way, cand eakiras herself mistress of its brief contents: ¥ “T must see you before A. returns. It is highly important. 3 Don’t plead illness, and come down when next I call” = “He has her in his power,” thought Louise, “or he 1 never x would write like that. ‘She. will see him to-morrow for certain.” ee Louise was correct in her surmise. Whee: tite the: foltow: & ing afternoon, Robert Bartram reappeared, he was ushered — at once into the drawing-room, and Estella, pallid. and. wan as a spirit, glided in after him, wearing, still a loose; iit! | morning robe. | pees The white cheeks, the hollow, acres eons eyes, the dark circles beneath them, told their own sad story, of “tears | at night instead of slumber.” 3 “a “Sorry to see you looking so poorly, Essie,” Robert Bunt tram said, in his cool way. “The fellow isn’t worth break- ing your heart over. If he cared for you, now !—but, bah! that black-eyed little houri is more to him than a ‘ship load of pale Estellas. Let the beggar go, and take up wi with me again. I’m the richer man, and the better looking man of the two; and, by Jove! Tve'a far better right to oe. he has, as you know.” ee 5 ee 3 His blue eyes glittered with devilish analiguis y as he ut tered the words ; for in the baat is re hb