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a large glass ?” at onee, j a “Fark!” she said, as she opened the door, “hear that?” A sounding step, firm and heavy, crossed the lower hall; a deep, melodious bass voice rolled out among less sonorous P me - tones. we “Captain Vierell, ” she aaa “The bridegroom has come.’ ae a. 5 a . \ ay a s a wit a bottle of port wine and a goblet. a ~ “Thanks” said Kstella, calmly. “Leave it on the table, * ~ Carlotta, and give me ten minutes alone.” ® Carlotta obeyed. . B vinl of laudanum. | - “There is enough here for the OTN man alive,” she ig _ thought; “more than enough for me!” _ 4 ae But she emptied it all into the goblet, nGvertheleds. with _a steady hand.» It filled it about one-fourth. Then she took the wine bottle and replenished it to the top. Still with a | steady hand, she lifted it up. i ik. “s Be the. TVhis brown drink ends all the miseries of life and = ots me free!” i ast raised it to her lips. ‘But at, the eold touch of the glass 9] he , sat it: down;: paisatad- trembling for the first time. At the same instant there came a soft knock at the door. . “Tt is Carlotta! Your uncle wishes to see you most par- _ ticularly, and at once, in his room.’ The Hand of Fate, poet - sick and. faint, lowin you fetch me some wine and a plass— a } oa Mee: ‘strange request for a bride. But »,Carlotta tided to go. She flitted away with the words, returning in a moment Estella secured the door, and dire from her bosom Fhe Beas “And. this is death!” she thought—“the fabled water of | _& stella could hear her flitting away. “Again she lifted the | is will wait until I come back,” she thouzht, with a stake s pas dder r of repulsion. “I will hear what he has to say.” "? > ip os Se ae % ENG eg ¥ % x Ty Noa waslor. a few suests were assembled—the Rev. Mr. 3 ayer them. Silence and constraint reigned; every a el oan was something strange and abnormal about | fo ng. Roysten Darrell waited a few minutes, yawned nthe sir faces, turned abruptly, and stalked out. see ~ a ” he thought. “I feel more uneasy about than iI Ido about ie other 4c She’s a very devil when > i ob. let-—again some invisible force pushed the fatal draught | WE RV a no, co om replaced. it on the table, unfastened the. door, and €O , a. ; x el * , : 4 I be Fi ae a4 © .t ire a cl! a! ‘@ wa x : ‘ ; cs, (8 IS SRR Ree ame Pe ie ace ah, WLS Cs ORME \ Sean CS a