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160 : THE WIDOWED BRIDE. ‘Does she ever speak of me?” asked Alice, her loving heart still yearning for some definite, circumstantial news of Rena. | 2 «She has told me that she had a sister who was a govern- ess, but she never told me that she was at Tregarvan Rec- tory.’ CHAPTER XXII. MISS CLIVE’S ROOM. Miss Georgine Cardiff, the famous heiress, had just saun- tered into the breakfast-room at Glenhampton Castle. She was a large, fair girl, with languid blue eyes, golden hair, and features too full for beauty. . But people told Georgine she was handsome, and she had somehow fallen into a habit of believing what people told her. She was good-natured, after her dull, undemonstrative way, and one of her most active fancies of late was an enthusiastic devotion to Rena Percival. as «You are so pretty, you see!” said the heiress. ‘‘And I do so like to look at you. Ina different style from me, of © course—people can’t all be alike—but I somehow think we seem to set each other off.” She was delighted to see Rena in the breakfast-room as she entered. “You were waiting for me, weren’t you, darling?” she cried, gleefully. ‘‘I always like some one to talk to me when I eat my breakfast. Who is that riding up to the door—I can hear the sound of horses’ feet on the gravel? Perhaps it is Captain Evelyn come back!” - | Georgine’s face grew radiant at the rather improbable idea, for she had been sorely disappointed at the unaccount- able defection of her promised cavalier, but a card brought to her presently dispelled the illusion. Comichbooks.Gco