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The Rescue. - : I sr you as your betrothed wife should. You will obey me in this?” | | “In everything—in all things—my liege lady! It is a little cruel; but it shall be precisely as you say. To-night I will see your father; to-mortow I depart, to be absent half a-year. When I return there must be no delay. My Southern Rose must be my wife.” She caught her breath, flushing hotly; but she smiled up in his face bravely, and gave him her hand. “And now let us say farewell. I. must go back to mamma. Good-by, Vivian, and God-speed.” She fluttered away from him with the words on her lips, and out of the room. And so this odd wooing and winning was over, and the Rose of Castile stood plighted to be his wife. ; Trevannance lingered for a few moments by the win- dow, like a man in a dream. He had won at last and he could hardly analyze his own sensations as he re- alized it. "cab “The union of angels and mortals was forbidden in- Judea, long ago,” he thought; “perhaps that’s why I don’t feel the proper amount of rapture now. She’s as beautiful and as perfect as it is possible for fallen human nature to be; but 1 am so very far from perfection that an uncomfortable gulf will always yawn between us, I fear. I’m a very happy man, and a very lucky and en- viable fellow beyond doubt, though I haven’t properly realized my bliss as yet, and I have sown my wild oats, and will settle down into a model married man, and go in, for the future, for the mildest and properest sort of kitchen gardening. And now for my father.” The/Earl of Clontarf, half an hour after, was closeted with Mr. Trevannance in his study. It was an eminently satisfactory interview, and they parted with the utmost cordiality. Then, Trevannance sought out Lord and Lady Clydesmore, and said good-by, and departed. Next morning the early train whirled him away on the first stage of that unknown journey—whirled him blind- fold away to his fate. He sat, and placidly perused the Times, whistling as a sort of accompaniment “The Girl I Left Behind Me’’—going straight to his doom. co comicbooks