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aes eave strangely. AY ou are joking with Carlotta. I am your wife.” EY Rovaten Darrell Boniteotns Daa | aid g “So, you are, my Bh atih and there is a law prohibiting 2 -men in this narrow-minded country from having more wives aiae one. But the law and Roysten Darrell have been at | " Joggerheads this many a day, and it’s rather late to respect on its majesty now. Yes, ’m going to be married, and in a ~ week, and to an heiress, and we'll take the little rida for her honeymoon trip on board the Raven, and when the Raven weighs anchor out in the cove yonder again, [ will be a wid- ower and the sole possessor of the late Mrs. Darrell’s fortune.” ‘ 5 A ‘, a ‘ A rm eats retold the plot laid by Peter Fisher for securing’ the by ealth of his ward, and retold that second plot he had over-, heard beneath the cliff. “T’ll secure the heiress and foil Mr. Dick Derwent, ae the Ss -eaptain of the Raven concluded, finishing his meal, “Come, Carlotta, sit here on my knee and listen to reason. There is no need for you to wear that white, scared face; I wouldn’t give my little gypsy wife for a dozen heiresses. But to win half a million of money at one swoop, that is not to be sneezed. at. This pale, sickly girl of sixteen will never come back Be alive, and you and IJ, my darling Carlotta, will share her wealth and live in Mover for the rest of our lives.” Ree. “Will you murder her, Roysten ? ¢”” the woman said, with a - dilated eyes. - “NMiarder her ? ae wouldn’t see her worst enemy do that. But seasickness, and horror of me, and the loss of her _ 4a ee x fe little bride will never come back alive, or if she does, only ee to get-a divorce and free herself from the husband. she hates with every penny of her fortune. -Come, Carlotta, say you _ consent, and let us consider the matter settled. ‘i a _ The woman clasped her arms passionately round his neck, rte and laid her dark face on his bosom with a dry, choking sob. <7 Se “Could I refuse you anything in the world, my love, my my" RY CORES husband—anything in the wide world? Has poor Carlotta Oh. ae pe than see you even for an hour wedded to: another! aoe Mae Re x x % ee ¥ U J .’ * s A 7 eta m eRe exe Rte fe | Estella Mallory reached the house Just in time to escape ~@ 4 be ing locked out.’ Old Judith turned upon her with no very ee easant face. » » SP mas “And where have you been, pray, this hour of the night ? a Ld say to this gadding %” es si tie asn’t gadding, and Mr. ean will say nothing, Grand- And then whilst he ate and drank at his leisure, Roysten ~ Jover, and our wild life will murder her. Depend upon 1, the he oe my will but yours? But, oh, Roysten! it would be easier to he ought you were safely up in your room. What will Mr. POR ~~ a srs ey £ > ae 4 a f ay ma vd rs ’ : ‘ f 4 O etn “ Pe And xs ‘ , ” yf” has ¥ 4 4 ’ . » ”" ‘ Sas . Go Pe eds of | ’, - : _" ’ , ‘ e, ariel! 4 * jar re | wt » 7 , ie. Fe » - s - . {> i < i ete com VEG ISAS COLD