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— 282 THE DUEL. door behind her. Arno stood motionless, his eyes fixed on the door through which the “sunbeam” of his life had vanished. His voice quivered, as he said, in a low tone: “Poor child, what an awaking is in store for you!” CHAPTER XXII. THE DUEL. The next morning broke dull and gloomy, clouded by the thick fog which late autumn often brings in its train. It was still very early, and only just light without, when Colonel Wilten en- tered the castle. He came on foot, and was at once shown into the baron’s private study by a servant who had previously received his _ instructions. Raven appeared immediately. He was quite ready, but his features bore no trace of a past vigil, or a restless night. He had, indeed, slept profoundly up to the moment when his servant had called him. On coming in, he advanced to greet the colonel with | his usual self-possession and quiet gravity. Some few obsevations were exchanged having reference to the fog, the drive before them, the place and hour of meeting—then Raven drew out the key of his writing-table and gave it to the colonel. “7 must ask you, in case of my death to take on yourself the first and most necessary arrange- ments,” he said. “My papers-will be found in order. There, in that compartment lies my will with a few personal. memoranda which I yesterday noted down. There you will also find a letter which I beg you toforward without delay to its address. It is directed to Dr. Rudolph Brunnow.” “'To your adversary of to-day?” asked the colonel in astonishment. “Yes. It contains an explanation which I owe - him but which cannot be given before the duel. He will find it there in writing—but. now. one thing more.” The baron paused a moment and then slowly drew a second letter from his breast pocket: Eomichooks:co