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MacLean thrust a handkerchief into his boso "A

pin prick," he said indifferently

His late antagonist held out his hand "It is well over Co hotheads, but men who have lived and suffered, and should know the

vanity and the pity of such strife Let us forget this hour, call each

other friends again"-"Tell id at his side,--"tell ht Mr Everard and Mr Travis"

Gray eyes and dark blue ht them," said Haward, "because, on a

time, they offered insult to the woman whom I intend to make my wife"

So quiet was it in the roo of walnut branches outside the , the dropping of coals

upon the hearth, became loud and insistent sounds Then, "Darden's

Audrey?" said MacLean in a whisper

"Not Darden's Audrey, but mine," answered Haward,--"the only woman I have

ever loved or shall love"

He walked to theand looked out into the darkness "To-night there

is no light," he said to himself, beneath his breath "By and by we shall

stand here together, listening to the river,the wind in the

trees" As upon paper heat of fire may cause to appear characters before

invisible, so, when he turned, the flahest in this gentle it "Whatever hts before," he said simply,