The Argosy — page 208: what you’re looking at

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The Mystery of Allan Grale. IQI “Never mind me,” she answered, gently. ‘I have a right to suffer—you cannot help that.” “You can help it, Maria,” he said passionately. “Save me from | this terrible, haunting thought of you and your pain! Don’t you know how / suffer? My very life is a burden to me. What is done cannot be undone. I would undo it if I could,” he added with increased emotion. “T cannot forget it,” she answered. ” You cannot take away my memory.” “No no; but in future, Maria—perhaps in future “Stay, Allan, there can be no hope of that kind now. Yet out of our wrecked lives, yours and mine, God can build ‘ But what else she would have said Allan Grale never heard. For as they stood together, hand clasped in hand, pleading one with the other, love and anguish shining forth from the eyes of both, a sight form draped in a long yellow cloak came stealthily up the darkening road, under the shadow of the hedge. Unseen, she drew near—but Allan saw her as she glided past behind Maria. And on Maria’s ear there fell in a low ypnisper, almost like the hiss of a serpent, one single word :— ‘“* Beware !”’ And the woman vanished into the twilight as rapidly and as stealthily as she had come. Maria, seized with sudden terror, scarcely knew how she reached the Court. Allan Grale walked beside her to the lodge gates. There they parted with a lingering hand-pressure; but neither of them spoke another word. When Allan got back to Moorland House, it was without his mother’s hamper. But the excitement, caused in the household by Mr. Grale’s unexpected return, saved him from any questions on the subject. ) (To be continued.) GOnmlGaooks (SO) mn