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} : Sages ARES EE NS a) tt ag eh ee Hi ey SAS tt ave hs sR Li rr a e ) « > : .- 7 ; x ar -' _ ‘ , : * aa tee es | 200° - DREAD. “T’m much afraid you're going wrong, miss. God send you in the right road.” ‘“‘T hope he may, Philip,” and after a word with her companion, ‘‘I have been compelled to leave my trunk, Philip. It is ready packed in my room. Will you be ~— kind enough to send it after me to Albany, if you have an opportunity—to the Livingstone House, State Street? ? Will you remember, Philip?” 4 ‘Yes, ma’am.” | a She said, ‘‘Good-by, Elise,” without a word to Miss Gresham, and was assisted into the earriage which waited ; for them. And so Margery Gresham went back up to the house without having accomplished her object, which really she ~ had scarcely expected to do. “s There was one consolation—Mrs, Everleigh was still in _ ae total unconsciousness of Vashti’s escapade. She had given es Margery carve blanche as to Vashti, so that she had told the Ba truth to that willful girl in regard to her mother’s orders. — a ae It was destined to be an eventful night. A little after midnight the ponderous knocker on the great door of the house was clanged with such vehement violence as to waken nearly every inmate. ‘They came hur- rying from their rooms to see what it was all about. Mrs. Everleigh was among them. She had wakened screaming, and possessed with what seemed like an insane conviction that this unusual summons concerned her particularly, she had joined the others in the great hall. oe As Philip shot back the huge bolts, and the door swung open, a group of men entered, bearing what? Oh, poor Mrs. Everlergh! Poor hapless mother ! What —only Frank! Frank, with his black curls dabbled in blood, and a cleft on his white forehead, where the horse’s” Ald be =. Tt. i" i. | J ¥ SORPS, T ny ROLOY P LE Ae ae we A a - ba fi ye, + J ~— ' - eee. TP <a AR wv, )t or} f ve~ be ~ = /l ay