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260 BEAUTIFUL RIENZI. ‘Let us do our duty to God and man, and trust to meet our hapless sister in heaven.” And then his hand leaned kindly on Cecil’s shoulder, and the brothers clung together heart and heart at last. **T have wasted your life and hers,” moaned the younger; ‘and restitution has been denied to my unworthy hands. Oh, Victor Joselyn, can you look on wretched Cecil so - kindly?” ‘The wrong is forgotten, Cecil, and forgiven.” «‘T will never find rest this side of the grave. Remorse shall haunt me night and day. I shall throw my life on my country’s battle-field, and die in the midst of duty.” And, plead as we might, Cecil Beaumont went away, and the hollow, burning eyes, and the spirit which had broken beneath the heat of wild youth’s fire vexed us no more in our desolate moaning. CHAPTER XXXIV. THE HAND WHICH LIFTED THE CURTAIN. “Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in its glowing hands; Kyery moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands.” TENNYSON, Link by link the chain of Time is woven, and it comes at last that the fever dream is spoken of as a thing of the past, and ended forever. . Victor Joselyn lives in his desolate *Joselyn Wold, not aimless and desperate now, they say, though the great sor- row of his life has left its everlasting mark; he toils among the down-trodden poor of his country, to win for them a more human life from their oppressors. Cecil Beaumont has won a name among his father’s countrymen for courage and intrepid zeal, which resounds from every lip; and the young general has made glory his bride, and fights with reckless bravery for his father’s cause, and to avenge his father’s death. The woman with her secret vendetta is heard of no more, and two years have passed since Isolina trod the golden _ sands by the opal waters of sweet Silverlea with me. But there came a day in the balmy month of September, Gomicbooks.co