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Barry Cravenhe set his eyes unto the west Ast the calamitous record there were four more of the naraves, victims of the spirit of adventure and unrest She ical inscriptions she knew by heart, cut as deeply in her memory as on the marble slabs before her

Barry Craven--Lost in the Amazon Forest Barry Craven--In the silence of the frozen seas Barry Craven--Perished in a sandstorm in the Sahara Barry Craven--In Japan Barry Craven--Barry Craven

The name leaped at her from all sides until, with a shudder, she buried her face in her hands to shut out the staring capitals that flaold before her eyes The dread that ith her always see, inevitable Would the fear that haunted her day and night become at some not far distant time an actual fact? Would the curse that had already led to ten years' perpetual wandering lay hold of hiain--would he, too, in quest of the peace he had never found, disappear as they had done? Was it for this that he had insisted on her acquiring a knowledge of his affairs? With the quick intuition of love she had come to understand the deep unrest that beset hinised as wholly apart and separate fro patience she had learned to discri to fatho to anticipate the alternating frames of mind that made any definite comprehension of his character so difficult The charm of manner and apparent serenity that led others to think of him as one endowed beyond further desire with all that life could give did not deceive her He played a part, as she did, a part that was contrary to his nature, contrary to his whole inclination She guessed at the strain on him, a strain it seemed impossible for him to endure, which some day she felt must inevitably break His habitual self-control was extraordinary--once only during theiron his overstrung nerves, had evoked a blaze of anger that seemed totally out of proportion to the circuiven her proof, had she needed one, of his state of mind

His outburst had been a perfectly natural reaction, but while she admitted the fact she felt a nervous dread of its recurrence

She feared anything that ht precipitate the upheaval that loo cloud For sooner or later the unrest that filled him would have to be satisfied The curse of Craven would claiain and he would leave her And she would have to watch hiony for his return as other woonised And if he ould he ever return? or would she too know the anguish of suspense, the long drawn horror of uncertainty, the fading hope that year by year would becoether and the bitter waters of despair close over her head? A moan, like the cry of a wounded aniination she saw a the sinister record around her another tablet--that would mean finality He was the last of the Cravens Did itto him--had the sorrow of that past that was unknown to her but which had become woven into her own life so inextricably, so terribly, killed in him even the pride of race? Had he, deep down in the heart that was hidden froht of parenthood, no desire to perpetuate the family name, the family traditions? It would seem that he had not--and yet she wondered The woman he had loved--of whose existence she had convinced herself--if she had lived, or proved faithful, would he still have desired no son? She shrank froht with a very bitter sob