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pig . : 4 e THE WIDOWED BRIDE. | O7 Touching his hat once more he departed, and Miss Clive - called her httle companions, who had been merrily chasing butterflies over the closely shorn grass, to her side. ‘“‘Children,” she said, ‘‘Martin Valpy says we must not go to the fire. here is a crowd of people ° there, and your papa would not be pleased to have you go.’ Blanche uttered an exclamation of disappointment. Ernest pouted his lower lip sullenly. “T want to see the fire!” he exclaimed. ‘‘I will see the fire!” “We can see it without voing directly to the spot,” said Miss Clive, in a conciliatory tone. ‘‘Don’t you know, Erney, from the top of the little hills, where the marble temple stands, we can see all the place?” ‘So we can,” said Ernest, brightening up. ‘‘Come, Blanche, there’s a short cut across the deer park, I know of, that will take us there in five minutes! I'll show you the way, Miss Clive.” ‘‘T know it already,” said Antonia, smiling. ‘‘I have been there as often as you, Master Ernest!” She led the way, exercise and excitement recalling to her cheek somewhat of the color which had been stolen there- from by Martin Valpy’s hideous tale, and her bright hair, escaped from its confining net, hanging in golden luxuri- ance down her back. Putting aside the hazel bushes she entered the copse, call- ing Blanche to follow. “Dm going through the deer park!” shouted Ernest, wav- ing his straw hat in the air. ‘‘I’m too big to be afr aid of the deer—and I'll bet a cravat I’m there the first!’ He dashed away in an opposite direction, while Antonia and Blanche kept on through the hazel copse until they reached an open space beyond, where Miss Clive suddenly paused. throwing up her arms above her head with a wild scream which echoed through the summer silence like a death-cry. For there, stretched stiff and stark among the ferns and grasses, his pale face turned full toward her, and his -half-closed eyes, glazed with the horrible film of death, lay the corpse of a murdered man—her affhlanced husband, Arthur Hunsworth! comicbooks co