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200 THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE. he was from loss of blood, want of food, and proper nursing, had been too much for the old man, and he sank upon the floor thoroughly exhausted. “My God!” cried Stannard, springing toward him, “he is dying. Send for a doctor, Harris; I ie see all expenses paid—give them the best you lave.” Taking a card from his pocket, Stannard wrote a eords upon it, and’ pushed it into Alfred’s 1and. “Colonel Stannard,” said the young man, hoarse- ly, “I have no right to ask anything from you, but I wish you would do me one favor.” “Anything that I can do, Alfred, I will do for ou.” : “Do not let her know that I am here.” It was the last thing that Stannard desired, and had not the request been made he would have en- joined secrecy upon the jailer and his wife. “T will attend to it, Alfred; make your mind easy. If you wish anything I hope you will not hesitate to call on me for it.” Guerry looked curiously into Stannard’s face, as if to detect some lurking sarcasm there, but its per- fect good faith and honesty were apparent. Yet this generosity did not soften his heart, and he felt a deeper hatred for the man who had never refused him a favor, and who was even then planning in his own mind how best to remove this charge of crim- inality. After speaking aside with Raborn and the jailer, Stannard bade all good-night and followed Craw- ford from the room. “ ane the first moment, Alfred read the card in his and. “There will be no charge against you,” Stannard had written; “say that you drew the money by my authority.” Crushing the card in his hand with a muttered curse, Alfred entered his cell, and heard the door close behind him, Eomicbooks,cor