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"She is always so," Mrs La"

"That is very strange," muttered Weissmann "May I listen for her heart-beat?" Three raps assented, and a moment later he said, with increased excitement: "I cannot detect her heart-beat"

Clarke reassured him "Do not be alarmed She is not dead Proceed with your experiment" There was a distinct note of contempt in his voice

As Morton laid his hand upon the soft coils of her hair Viola again htly, as a sleeper stirs beneath a caress, disturbed yet not distressed--to settle instantly into deeper dream

"We are ready," called Weissmann "Whatever happens now Miss Lambert is not the cause Take Mr Clarke's hands in yours--"

"Mrs La," answered Kate

"Now, let us see!" cried Weiss triuhed conte Your unbelief is heroic"

As they stood thus a powerful revulsion took place in Morton's mind, and with a painful constriction in his throat he bowed to the silent girl, and with an inconsistency which he would not have published to the world, he prayed that soht happen--not to demonstrate the return of the dead but to prove her innocence

As he waited the pencil began to tap on the table, and with its stir his nerves took fire A leaf of paper flew by, brushing his face like the wing of a bird A hand clutched his shoulder; then, as if to make every explanation of no avail, the rooh the air and to fall upon the table A banjo on the as strummed The entire library see, irresponsible, elfish crew, each on sonal, the , and all was still--a silence deathly deep, as if a bevy of sprites, frightened fro the scene of their revels empty, desolate, and forlorn

"That is all," said Clarke

"How can you tell?" asked Kate, her voice faint and shrill with awe

"The fall of the horn to the floor is a sure sign of the end You nificance, the far-reaching i while Weissht

Pale, in deep, placid sleep, Viola sat precisely as they had left her, bound, helpless, and exonerated She recalled to Morton's mind a picture (in his school-books) of a martyr-maiden, as depicted chained to the altar of some hideous, heathen deity, a ins and demanded with pitiless lust the fairest of the race