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A SE giacs THREAT, 195 Youd Sit John,” began the old woman, gravely, ‘‘ yoware wanted in the house. ~I am grieved to tell your lordship, but—Lady Sydney is dead!” ‘What do you mean ?” he thundered ; ‘‘how dare you come here and tell me such a thing ?” ‘‘Lady_ Sydney is—is dead!” repeated the nurse, gravely. ‘‘We-—-we would have summoned you, but she forbade it; and—you had better come now.” Like a madman he dashed up the broad walk into the palace which had been a prison to the- beautiful woman who had given him naught but hatred, and soon he wag standing in the pres- ence of the white, still figure ; she had escaped him, was out of his power at last. The obsequies were hurried with unprecedented rapidity. Dr. Denzil advising expedition owing to the nature of the dis- ease, which he intimated had developed into a contagious dis- order, and necessitated a speedy burial. It was a terrible blow to Lloyd Vernon ; he was half mad with grief at the loss of his only sister, whom he had not seen in so long atime. He-was quite recovered now, and, with his father, hastened to Sydney House. There was a strange mystery pervading Geraldine’s marriage, which was ever present to the young mans mind ; but he forgot all other considerations now in the presence of the great grief. . The day of his arrival at Sydney House he wan- dered out into the grounds, for he could not remain indoors, where, alone in the darkened drawing-room /ha# lay which had been the beautiful Geraldine Vernon. — In his grief and conse- quent absorbtion, he wandered on fora mile, perhaps, without realizing the distance. At last he paused and glanced about him ; he was still weak, and the walk had been a long one; besides, a suspicion had stolen into his mind that he had seen that spot before. He was standing on the bank of a dark, turbid stream, in the midst of a clump of tall trees, and there, right before him, - Eomichooks (ee)