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a, “ ; THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE. 197 responded; “I feel sure it was not. But Trippe was so anxious to change the subject that 1 could not pursue it.” “Oh, Mr. Crawford! Do you think that somebody tried to murder him?” “IT do not know that; but Iam sure, despite the doctor’s reticence, that it was no accidental shot that came so near ending his life.” “How dreadful! In all my life there have been no such horrors in our quiet settlement before. It was quite a little Eden, was it not, Will—Colonel Stannard 2” “It-was, indeed; I hope——” “That we may soon find the serpent which has disturbed this little Eden,” interrupted Crawford, catching up Stannard’s words. “Sodol. Unless I am greatly mistaken, we have him in custody now.” For the first time during this interview, Cecy thought of Alfred Guerry, and she now remem- bered what Mrs. Bond had said of him. “Who has been arrested, Mr. Crawford?” A look from Stannard prevented a reply that was already on the lawyer’s lips. “Colonel Stannard, who is it? I see you do not wish to tell me, and I know by that whom you mean —itis Mr. Guerry.” Stannard was deeply grieved, fearing that she would have another sorrow pressed upon her heart. She knew it now, and he could only make it as light for her as possible. “Tt is true, Cecy, but it will not prove serious. [ shall not appear against him.” “You shall not appear against him! You are, talking in enigmas tome. Tell me, Mr. Crawford— | for what has he been arrested?” Crawford read her heart, and knew its secret well; therefore he did not hesitate to tell her. Stannard was trembling at the result he feared. “What weak creatures we men are,” thought Crawford, at that moment; “here is this man who fought like a tiger at Molino del Rey—one who never said ‘go,’ but always ‘come,’ trembling like an aspen before this weak girl,” Gomicboo | | “S (Eo)