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She drank freely, and the clear, cool liquid revived her more fully. “Thank you, I am better,’ she said, with a long- drawn sigh. ‘Hush, Estelle! I will not be weak auy more. Itis all over; let us go home now.” Walter half arose from his seat. “Shall I tell them to drive on?” he aaked. “No; stay with us, please,’ Ruby said, laying a. detaining hand upon his arm. Then, turning to Edmund Carpenter, she added : “Will you kindly give the order, Mr. Carpenter?” | He bowed gravely,-and turned away to do her bidding; but, in striving to control the rage that suddenly flamed up in his heart, he bit his under lip until his teeth met tnrough the flesh. He hud read a great deal during those few moments that he had stood by that carriage door. Walter’s face h told its own story as he minis- tered to the girl whom he loved s0 well, while the facet of Reby’s clinging to him and desiring him to remain with her had shown that her heart turned to him in this time of sorrow us to no other, and the sight bad aroused a demon of jealousy within him. Mra, Gordon recovered ber composure somewhat before reaching home, but once there, she shut her self in her own room and would see no one. Walter led Ruby into the now desolate parlor, feel- ing that he conld not go away and leave the delicate girl alone with her crushing grief. Tell me what I can do for you,” he said, gently, aashe looked uround and shivered slightly, remem- bering whose presence would never more brighten that room. “Nothing.” her white lips murmured, as she sank weakly into a chair and closed her eyes, “Shall L call Jane?” Walter asked, fearing she was going to eee a : f “No. Oh, please do not let anybody come, here now,” she burst forth with a pathetic Spaeeelsea