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Evelyn sprung from the sofa and stood before him with clasped hands apd burp- lnz eyes. her face as marble whxte at. It would ever befin he;- comp. “,A__u A‘A .uu . an... v- - _.__.~_,, my.senses playini‘z me falsej'or ai‘e you telhng me you have learned to love some one_ else?" 3119 gaspr, hoa‘mgyfj 5....mly, Ullt’ U155: 511V nwuvu, JIVMADYAgI "It is so, Evelyn,” he admx ted frank- ].v.‘ “You will ‘never know how i struE' gled against that love with all my heart and soul, for I knew I was pledged 1m you; yet I was powerless to thrust from; guy heart. the new love that hag‘l creDt‘ Into it. Pray forgive me for causmg yoa one heart-pang, yet I must tell youâ€"‘1". love; another as ‘dearly as you loye ‘nee; ‘ Ivvv. muubuzx a “w”, w. .w. .Vw K “Yet all this time, as myfietrotghed lov- er. I have trusted and beheved m ypuâ€"- worshipped you as the very soul of non- or." cried Evelyn, with the harshest laugh that ever fell from human lipsâ€"a, laugh that made the blood run cold m 1113 vema as he heard it. . .. -. ,1 u ‘4‘. vu. She sunk down on the velvet hass‘ock at his feet, forgetting. all in a, mqmept. the haughty St. Claire pride, thmkmg gully of her mighty love, and that he had come to her, asking to be released from thgpromises which‘bpund 111131 to hair. ms nu mm“. H. . A distressed look broke over Ins hand- some face. _ I “I have been more honorable than §9me men would have been in such a case. he answered. uuv llAmeDvB vuuvu Alvunu u... .v __~_v “You must put. this new love out of your heart,” she cried; “thrust, her "out of yourfihoughtAgâ€"legrp to forget peg. v. . v... ...v...,..w ‘vw-n- -V. ‘ “My dear Evelyn,” he answered husk- le. “if I could but persuade you to be- hqu that my heart is irretrievably lost ~1§ IS too late. Ba reasonable, Evelyq.” f‘Who is this girl to whom you have Elven the heart that is pledged to me?” she cried shrilly. “Tell me who she 13. where you met her. and how you came to lqygherâ€"keep nothing back. I must know He looked at her with grave. wonder. flushing a. little under the aoathmg hght Of‘llel: bluereye‘s. in.” “It is certainly your right to know all. Evelyn,” he said with gentle dignity, 00n- tmumg slowly. "the young girl to whom my heart has gone out is the little crea- ture whom I rescued from death in Cen- traluPark a little more than a. fortnight Evelyn St. Claire recoiled with a terrible cry; her blonde face grew livid in spots; she tried to speak, but. her tongue clave to the rOof of her mouth; the world seem- ed to reel and grow dark around herâ€"5311 the horror of a. lifetime was crowded 111in than moment. "It is quite true, Evelyn,’.’ he repeated; “that incident in the park seems te'have changed the current, of my whole hie. As I caught the slender girlish figure in my arms from under the plunging hoofs of her maddened horse, I felt, a. strange sen- sation in my heart. a. longing.to hold her there-through life. Ilcou1d_ not see her face, for it was heavfly veiled, yet I knew that. it must. be fair as an angel’s. She spoke to me, and my heart thrilled wit!) every wordnehe unpegedf” H “Repeat it, Percy!" she cried shljilly. "I cannot believe that. I have heard arlght. Ah. no, fate could never play me so horâ€" rible a trick as that!" r H >. _ "You remember Little Guy,” he said huskily. “who left the village so suddenly and mysteriously, and whose sudden deathâ€"caused such widespread sorrow. I never told you of it before, Evelyn, but I.will tell you now. I loved Little Gay thh all the passionate depths of my naâ€" ture; she was ‘more to me than the world knew. My heart went out to this young girl whom I met in the park because she was so like my beautiful love whom chill dgat-h had taken from' me. Heaven for- gave me. I cannot. tell which one I love best, my dear Gay or my living love.” A great change had come over Evelyn St. Claire’s nallid face, but he went on unhgedmg: l‘l'qo 'oh," go ’oii 1""c’ri'éii ’Ev’élyn, “tell me a .’ ~ ' 7And there was something in her voice 1;th compelled_ himjp progeed.” “1 could not, rest night or day until I called there. I had written the young lady that I would be there. yet I did not find her at home. I was shown into the library, and was brought. face to face with a. portrait of Miss Remington, the bggkey’s pdopted daughter._ "She give me her, addressâ€"you remem- ber I wrote you all about it at the time, Evelynâ€"Miss Remington, No. â€" Gramercy Pagk. "Evelyn! for one moment I stood dazed, sneechless. If it had not been for the golden hair that. curled over the lovely white brow. I could have sworn that, the onmnal was my Little Gay, who was lying in __her _ grgve._ 'ould ever be’in her coffin. “Am I madiorAâ€"gr drea‘mgng, Remy? Are ""17 iéft“ it’li'enhouse a few moments after, but the face that smiled up at me from thaj. panvas has hapnted me ever since. "I have struggled against, the sweet temptation of thinking of her all in vain. I did not no to the house again. I made no attemnt to .see or communicate with her in any way. Now you know my story, Evelyn. She is the only girl whom I can ever love. If I cannot win her, it is my solemn wish to no unmarried to the grave. I would love you if I could, Evelyn. but, alas! I cannot. The heart goes where God wills in”, V'Xgiaiilir the mighty force of her pent-up love swept down the barriers of maiden- ]y_geserv9__a_nd the St. Qlaire‘pridefi ' He 'od’u'lii ‘n'o't help feeling touchedâ€"so mgch _1<_)ve lavished _up0!_1 hign _in gm. “You will love me in time, Percy." she cried huskily. “She could never love you as deeply as I do. Think what it. is you ask w en you wish me to we on up to arm her. Iâ€"Iâ€"could almos die or you, Ilove yqq so!" He felt sorry and grieved for Evelyn, for her humiliation and her distress. He had not. dreamed she would take it. so hardtw 'V‘iévefllikev mine knows no reason,” she nanted hoarsely. “I ask you, Will you 5rng her 99 _and‘ try ’90. love mgf'ff _ “Will you never care for me?" she cried, springing to her feet again, asking the question in a low, intense. breathless tone that might have warned him of coming dagger. ""It'ioula' be'a' fruitlessItaEk." he an- awereg sadly. “I can give you only the truest, and warmest. friendship. I cannot deceive you, or build your heart 11;; on a. false, delusive hope. I can never ove you, my mgr Evelyn} _ He never forgot. the face she turned to- ward him: it was distorted into a. flend’e. In her passion she tore his betrothal rim: from her finger and stamped it be- neath her foot, crying: out that that was thgwgy he had egagnppd upon 1:91; he_art. new?” (173;; swarm Hag. ven’s name calm yourself. You dxstress me mqre than I cap tel)_y031." F0} answerféfieâ€"ifiicflédflup the flashing diamond gnd flung it._ into his face. Fochal 0r I’m Woc; CHAPTER XXXIII. Or, A Dark faigly burned their way down to his very This was a. side of her nature he had never dreamed of. He looked at her in wonder and alarm. “Now, in the hour in which you have broken my heart, listen to m revenge for it,” she went on reckless y. “You shall never woo and win the love of your heart. Do you hear me. Percy. Granville? I have narted you from herâ€"not. onceâ€"but a second time." He looked at. her in astonishment, quite believing she had taken the matter so geeply to heart that; it. had turned her rain. , h ._. .. .. .,,,,n. n Temptation “Listen and I will tell you the truth.” she went on mockingly. “You held the erl in your arms in the parkâ€"you looked upon her pictured face in the Remmgton drawingâ€"room, yet no instinct warned you who the adopted daughter of the banker really was. “You think I am going mad,” she ad- ded soornfully. "but you will see a me- thod in my madness that will quite shock you, I fancy. One philosopher tells us of ‘the keen eyes and instincts of love,’ an- other tells us ‘love is blind;’ you have Droven the latter quite true. You were blindâ€"you did not discover that Gayne‘al Esterbrook. your lost. love, and the bank- er’s adopted daughter were one and the same. Hear me out," she cried. “True loyo always finds its mate; yet, even 31e- smte every instinct of your heart. which drew you irresistibly toward the girl, you fa1_1_ed.to recognize her.“ ' . .. ~.,, _-:.1 Aw w vafiunuu “w. “Evelyn you must be mad...” he eald quletly, "quite mad, my Door 311'], to have such hallucinations. Little Gay is in her graye." H13 soothing bone exasperated her. _ .“So you have been duped into behev- lnjr." she cried triumphantly; “I tell yap thtle Gay is alive; she and the bankers daggghter are orge and thq’ quwneffi AA .19 “nus-Hutu um w... w“. my WWW There was such an irresistible ring of truth in her voice, that the words to which he was compelled to listen in boy‘- Ifior sand dismay carried conviction to hm ear . . fin cu v. He was so shocked. he could only stand there and listen while she briefly outllrged a sketch of Gay’s past. How Tremame had, in truth, abducted her, of her es- cape irom him, and her subsequent illness at Lelghton Hall which caused the great change m her hair which so dligulsed her appearance; how she had wrltten to hlm, and she herself had answered the mrljs letter, declaring if they ever met. agam it must. be as strangers. “Evelyn!” exclaimed Percy. “I dare not beheve you. My Little Gay alive! oh. no, no. I cannotâ€"I dare not credit such a. epoxyâ€"you stagger rueâ€"amaze me." ,,,__A_ _.:11 as the fairy queen. Again your heart was attracted toward her, but you did not know her. She recognized you, but the words of the letter she believed had come from your hand kept, her silentâ€" she believed you loved me and hard for- gotten her.” . I lie bounded to his feet with a. terrible cry: “Hold! hear me out." she cried: K In a moment more she had explained how Gay happened to be adopted by the great banker. And she added to her story the pitiful lie that. it. was Gay who had bribed the keeper of the morgue to pub- llsh to the WQI‘Id the story of her death, when on passmg through it, she had be- held a poor girl lying there with a face fa_ta11y like her own. . ~.1 -,,,,,_.:, an“; ,yvu uncut,ng mu umuuv .u L “A moment more and my vengeaVI'lce will be complete," she answered shrilly. “You saw the girl at the masked. ball (ix-paged “Evelyn, do not hold me back,” he cried hoarsely; “your words have driven me mad with joy. My Little Gayâ€"allveâ€"hqw shall I believe that such delight is 111 store for me? I Inqet_ 11; t9 hellâ€"1:". “Ana”, “.n. “v- V" Percy sprung to tie door with a bound; but, Evelyn St. Claire caught, his arm 11) a siteelrlikeiclasp. _ _. . .... .. “Stop!” commanded Evelyn St. Claire. “Listen to the sequel of my story. I have told you the truth, that it may torture youâ€"I have saved this. as the last and sweetest morsel of my revenge; you are not to clasp my hated rival to your throb~ biug heart, giving her the love and kisses that. I am thinning for with a starved, yearning heart. Fly to the banker's home as quick as you can. and there you will learn that your charming Guy 111 sterl- ously disappeared from their too over a. {prtnlzht_ ago. “Search the world throughâ€"«Near your heart out in a torment of agony and suspense; but you will never find her. You shall never know the true fate (and death itself would be sweeter in compari- son) which has overtaken Little Gay." A horrible cry broke from Percy's lips --a-wful to hear in its intense anguish-â€" the veins stood out on his forehead like whipcords, and the perspiration rolled down his face in great heavy beads. “Evelyn!” he cried, in 'a stern, hoarse voice. "Your words are terrible; I can- not believe that you have conspired so cruelly to separate me from my love. If I ghousht 9°: .Iâ€"" “You have wrecked my life, and I have paid you back pang for pang,” she_ said slowly. “Every word I have told you is true. If I cannot have your love, my hated rival never shall. Take what, re- venge you will; it, will not lessen what I have done; It will not restore your love to you.” “She Taced 'hiâ€"m defiantly, her beautiful face white as death, her steel-blue eyes blafizAing': An hour later Percy was whirling as ranidly as steam could take him toward the city. - Me‘n. women and children looked curi- ously at the handsome, haggard face of their fellow passenger, who paced rest- lessly up and down the length of the car in a fever of excitement wordi are weak toidescribe. -v J--. The enraged beauty sweft 'irom the room with a. mocking laugh. eaving Percy alone to two the awful ahqck hex- startling revelapion had givgn him. They were nothing to himâ€"the whole world was nothing to himâ€"his thoughts were concentrated upon one subject; ere the day dawned he would know whether his darling Little Ga was livmz or dead; whether she- and t. e banker's adopted dayzhtepwere ong pan! the gameâ€"pr not. vVarious [Sex-sons spoke to him; he nei- ther heard nor gsaw then}.- The train seemed to creep along between the moonlit hills and over the babbling streams to the impatient man whose heart was 9n fire with the keenegtpmxipty. _ Although the hour was late when he reached the city. he drove at once to the banker's home. at Gramercy Park~sprung from the cab, fairly leaped up the mar- ble steps. giving the bell a quick. impera- tige Deal. Two gentlemen tit/0051 in the vestibule in earnest conversatlon, one of whom opened the door at once. and Percy found himself standing face to face with Mr. Remington. the banker. and Mr. Lennox, the detective. Percy’s great delight at finding the de- tective. upon whom he had been intending to call as sqon as he left the banker’s ome etandmg before him, knew no 1111 8. He never remembered in what wqrds he told them his thrilling story. begmng the banker to iell him.at once If his lost br'ide. his Little Gay. still lived. and was known as his adopted daughter. Mr. Remin ton, with fieep agitation, an. sured him t at he beheved it was quite true; Little Gay had indeed memo from Passaic. where she had qt one time been employed in the cotton mill. and the name CHAPTER XXXIV. she had renounced to take his own was Gaynell Esterbrook. It. was‘news to him. however, great news. that. Lutle Gay was Percy Granville’s bride. The pathetic story of how they had been separated at, the very altar, and the cruel plot of Evelyn St. Claire to thrust them asunder, which had been carried out. with such fiendish success. seemed more like a. romance that; a. nain_fu1_ realfity. Percy raved around the room like one distracted when he found that the dar- linu little bride who had been so miracu- lously restored to him from the dead, a-a it seemed. had in truth, at; Evelyn St. Claire h assprted, mystenously disap- ueared a ortmght. prekus. _ He refused to be comforted; his p01:- nzyjnb grief _\gvas terrible._ Then it all came out how the banker and his wife had gone to Passaio to bring Gay home. believing, from the/note they had received, she had gone with Evelyn St. Claire to visit her. and their dismay upon learning the heiress had not seen her and knew nothing of her whereabouts. Immediately upon reaching the city the banker had sought the services of Mr. Lennox, the famous dectective, and un- folded to him his story, begging him to trace the whereabouts of his adopted daughter. Little Guy, and he should be a. rich man for life. For the first time in his life the great, detective betrayng the most. intense ex- folded to him his story, begging him to trace the whereabouts of his adopted daughter. Little Guy, and he should be a. rich man for lifge. For the first nme in his life the great, detective betrayed the most. intense ex- citement. asAhe listened; for, as the nar- rator proceeded. he had made the thril- ling discovery that Little Gay. the bank- er's adopted daughter, and the bride Percy Granville mourned as dead were one and the same, though he kept his own coun- sel. breathing never a word of the start- ligg depoueymnt. The detective remembered the beautiful blonde whom he had first met in the news- paner office, angi whom'he had followed to the drug-store 1n the dlsgmse of a rugged old man. begging work in the shape of show-cases to clean. He had wafiched her quite unnoticed while she smelled the impreseible young- clerk inm lettmg her have the subtle drug. and had followed her from the store to the fashionable Remington man- sion at Gramercy Park, where the strange adventure dropped; but now, as he list- ened to the .banker’s story, and asked for a. descriptlon of the young lady friend who had left for; the matinee with Gay on that fatal day. .-he.;realized that Gay’s friend was the tall,.beautiful blonde whom he had followed from the drug-store, with the deadly >nolson_1n_ hermpoase'egion. v“}ie*5xwliâ€"t:é Heiieved that tliis girl was at. the bottom of the whole affair. He went at the case after 1113 own peculiar fash- He did not startle the beautiful blonde in her fancied security. He felt oonvmced that Gay had ~been decoyed to some place in the city and had been cleverly en- trapped._ ‘ A A. .. ,, ,,,,_ u- manna... When he read of the approaching mar- riage of Percy Granville and this Mips St. Claire. the whole case was as plam _as day to his keen, experienced eye. He m- tended to stop the ceremony at all haz- ards. but in the interim he had ineti- tuted a. vigorous search for the missing girl; but. it seemed as if .11.11 the evil pow- ers were arrayed against him; for the first tyne in his life he failed to obtain the .ehghtest clew. And at this stage of afiaxm Percy Granville had come upon the scene._ - ion. The case' had been carried on with the utmost secrecyâ€"not even the faintest ru- mor of Miss Remington’s mysterious dis- agpeargnce leaked out. _ u ‘ ‘ “SALAM’ A BIG", F BAGBAT Ceylon’s Gholcgst Leaf and Bud; the Finest the World Produces. Black, (ii-eon and Mixed. EEFeâ€"rlex‘léed‘EéH ivéfe detailed to work SEALED PAGKETS ONLY. TEA which Canadian farmers use, with their own sand, stone and gravel to make concrete, is the only ingredient you have to buy. 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If the earth had opened and swallowed httle Gay. she could not have been more oopnletely logt to the www. Percy's grief was terrible to behold. To have his lost darling reafilred to him was ndeed heart-tending. a poor fellpw aunted the ‘detective’s private office like a. shadow. Ewan-ring them to inform hlm Whgr} tlgey obtained the slightqu o_lew. “0h, Tfiiafy, 'Iia‘y'i’éfi. 1? 8315,6513 come to me when Hazel died, ow much misery might. ham; hqgnfipaggd us both}"_ How much blinder his eyes and brain had been than his heart at that masked ball at. Leighton Hall. How true his heart had been when it claimed Gay {or Its own. desnito the disguise that shrouded her identity. and it had been quite the same when fate cast her m strangely in his arms that day in the park. He re- membered how tightly his arms had cloged about. her, and how the yearning longing that possessed him to press his lips to the sweet, tremulous mouth the heavy veil but half revealed, almost overpow- ered him. GAn’d to think that it was his own lost ay ’ He had been weeping his very heart out. over her lonely grave, over which he had placed a. marble shaft, which told the world that she was his. Yet all this time Gay had been alive; and, bitter-eat of all bltter thoughts, she had believed that he had ceased to love her; believing, too. that it. was his wish, if they ever met twain, that it would beâ€"as strangers. He 00qu scarcely refrain from cursing Evelyn St. Claire for the hand she had had in it. although he knew that it had been her great. love for himself that had tempted her so desperately and fatally. (To be continued.) Her daughterâ€"Very well; but I tell you emphatically that when it comes to buying the wedding dress, I’ll select the material myself. 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