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276 A SILVER BRAND. She turned those shining, dilated eyes from face to face glowly, but hers only brightened into an almost unearthly glory as she cried in a high, impassioned tone: “JT do not ask help of earth. I pray to Heaven for it. I have a deliverer yet.” While she spoke she stretched forth her hand toward the half-opened door of the secret passage. The wrapt faith, the intense, high wrought look, despite his efforts at re- sistance, impressed the man’s superstitious nature. He half shrank back while following the direction of that slender finger, and grew pale with-sudden terror, as a figure slowly emerged to view. | A manly, graceful form, with a pale face and eyes that to the conscience-stricken prince seemed to glow with supernatural light, half blended with the darkness of the windowless corridor, and thus seemed indistinct and shadowy. It advanced nearer, and the prince, staring wildly, fell back and stretched out his arms to ward it off. ‘The Baron Arnold!” he gurgled, thickly ; “the ghost of the Baron Arnold, just as he looked when he fell !” A purple hue rushed over the pallor of his face; his eyes seemed starting from their sockets. He took another step toward Von Schubert, reeled, and fell prone. They lifted him up, but though there was the sound of short, stertorous breathing, no sign of consciousness came, and he was silently borne to an adjoining chamber. “ Apoplexy !” exclaimed Von Schubert, while his heart gave one quick bound of glad relief. ‘The wretched career is indeed fitly ended,” he mut- tered, softly, in Theresa’s ear; “and it is a glad day for the land that might have suffered under his iron rule. The heir presumptive is a generous, conscientious, noble gentleman. Take heart. All shall be well at last for Schwarzenberg.” = . Lady Pauline had flung her arms around her son with a wild sob of unutterable gratitude. “It was indeed the hand of Heaven. He thought it was my Arnold come out of the grave to rebuke him. Oh, my son, you were your mother’s savior.” . “ Aubrey—Aubrey Dalberg,” whispered Lina, stealing a step toward him, her eyes shining with sudden joy. : Aubrey caught the little hand in his. “Little Lina! here at Schwarzenberg. Could you not wait for me to bring you tidings?” — 7 “He is your brother, my darling! Oh, Heaven, can it be Iclasp to my arms my Arnold’s children alive and ‘com “=~, (@) books.com.