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"She will be in London next week, and I o I must if I die for it Mrs John Tho her advice"

Ethel did not ask what it was, but added, "If Tyrrel and I can help you, send for us We will co, and be brave Remember you are an American woman Your father has often told me how you could ride with Indians or cowboys and shoot with any miner in Colorado A bully like Mostyn is always a coward Lift up your heart and stand for every one of your rights You will find plenty of friends to stand with you" And with the words she took her by the hands and raised her to her feet, and looked at her with such a beaht its spirit, and promised to insist on her claiain, Dora?"

"Not till I send for you Mother will be in London next Wednesday at the Savoy I intend to leave here Wednesday some time, and may need you; will you co on a dangerous line they parted But Ethel could think of nothing and talk of nothing but the frightful change in her friend, and the unceasing nation The slow torture of any creature was an intolerable crime in his eyes, but when the brutality was exercised on a wohest pitch of indignation When Wednesday arrived he did not leave the house, but waited with Ethel for the e they confidently expected It ca, "Coe was ready, and in half an hour they were at Mostyn Hall No one answered their su, a shrill cry of pain and anger pierced the silence It was followed by loud voices and a confused noise--noise of er hesitated He opened the door easily, and taking Ethel on his arm, suddenly entered the parlor from which the claed pythoness, her eyes blazing with passion

"See!" she cried as Tyrrel entered the room--"see!" And she held out her ar in shreds, showing the white flesh, red and bruised, where Mostyn had gripped her Then Tyrrel turned to Mostyn, as held tightly in the grasp of his gardener and coache that rendered his explanation alathered around their eneral confusion