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ed, Gold Dan. 29 tried so hard to kill, but who had so wonder- fully escaped the several dangers. And now, face to face, each recognized the other. The adventurer knew the brother and sister to be Fernando and Blanche del Colma, and they knew him for Richard Velvet, or Velvet Hand. Six months before the time of which we write, in Cinnabar City, far up North, under the shadow of great Shasta’s peak of eternal snow, Richard Velvet and the queenly Blanche were to have been married; but, only a month before the day set for the wedding, both the brother and sister hud" mysteriously disap- peared. Velvet Hand had searched high and low, and at last getting a clew, had followed them to Utah On the way thither he had come across the body of the true Gold Dan, killed in an Indian fight; the savages had been driven off by a timely arrival of troops, before they had a chance to strip or mutilate the budy. As Velvet Hand looked upon the slain man, he noticed that he bore quite a resemblance to himself; an idea flashed upon him; by assuming to be Gold Dan he would be enabled to search for the fugitives without exciting Del Colma's suspicions, for of course the brother would be on the watch for Velvet Hand, not for an | unknown like Gold Dan. “You have hunted us down at last,” the brother said, speaking slowly and with great difficulty. “T have, for I wished to assure myself that Blanche went with you of her own free will, and under no compulsion.” “And if that is the truth?’ Del Colma, asked, “T am content, and will not complain,” Velvet Hand answered, firmly. ‘‘It is her right to choose.” ‘‘ You went with me of your own free will, Blanche, eh?’ the brother asked, turning his glassy eyes upon the face of the girl. “Yes of se own free will,” she answered, Slowly, not daring to trust her eyes to rest upon the face of the man she had so cruelly wronged. ‘And yet she loves you better than she does her own life,” the brother observed, a inocking smile creeping over his face. ‘‘I do not understand the riddle,” Velvet Hand said, simply. “Tt is easily explained,” Del Colma answer- “My mother, on her death-bed, made her Swear that she would never leave me while I needed her care. For the last year my brain has been affected. I have been mad at times; I am mad whenever I come in contact with you—frantic with the desire to kill you. She knew this, and to save your life she was will- | ing to go with me wherever I went. Now the | inystery is out, and you know why she forsook you,” For a moment the now fast-dying man paused to take breath, then again he proceed- ed, “‘ But that is all ended, now. Within a very | few minutes my account with this world will | he closed, and then she will be tree—she will | be yours; death alone gives her to you, for | With life I never would yield her. Blanche— | iny sister—kiss me for the last time before you | &0 to this man I hate!” Terrible was the tone in which Del Colma — Uttered the words. Even with the chilly clutch | of Death’s dark angel upon him, he did not | relent, The weeping girl—now only a mere wreck | of what she had been only a few short months | before, when, in Cinnabar City, she had = | the fancy of iron-heart Velvet Hand, the Die Talbot of other days—bent over the stricken inan and pressed a kiss upon his lips, and then, even as the caress was —_— there wat eo Quick, sharp re a moan of pain came the teres Henge she fell heavily upon the wounded man, the shock crushing the frail aoe | trom his body; and he died, too, with a mock: 444 Smile upon his thin li Llis last act had been to tear the heart of the | man he hated. A small pocket pistol he had held concealed in his hand, and when the girl bent over him he had placed it against her heart and fired; death had ensued from the Wound almost instantly. f SS: sl Snes ‘‘ All that love me are doomed to die!” he cried, in agony. ‘‘ Bernice, my first love, is the only one that has ever escaped. Am I, then, fatal to the women who love me? It would seem so. No rest! no peaceful home forme! No children to play around my knee and smooth my path in old age, Oh, fate! if you have nothing better for me in the future than you have given in the past, ‘et me not _ live, but die and find the rest that is denied me here, in the earth from whence I came.” Straight on Talbot rode through the live- long day, turning neither to the right nor left, save when impassable barriers hemmed in the way. He sought the waters of Lethe, that he might drink and forget the bitter past. Never more did the town of Corinne see the manly figure of Gold Dan, and pretty Durango Kate waited long and anxiously for the man she had made up her mind to captivate, but he never came. Far down in the San Juan mines the wan- derer founda habitation, and in the excitement of a new life tried to forget the old. 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