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"I had her in o!" she insisted "See! the

print of her little head is here onyou! I saw it all--those who ordered that it should be

done and those who did it, when I was too weak to hold her, or to

keep theht of furious invective to deadly and

earnest calers

"Clara Aylett! Rosa Tazewell! Winston Aylett! (he married Clara

Louise Dorrance, you know!) Herbert Dorrance! JULIUS LENNOX!"

The household was astir by this time, and Mrs Aylett entered from

the hall as her brother did from his bedroom There was but one

spectator as sufficiently coed by the two at the sound of the last name This

was Mr Aylett, who, from his position behind his wife, had an

excellent view of all the actors in the exciting tableau before she

fell back, swooning, in his arms

He was alone with her in their chamber when she revived, and the

earliest effort of her restored consciousness was to seize both his

hands in hers, and scan his face searchingly--it would seely--until his fond smile dispelled the unspoken dread

"Ah!" sheher face upon his bosohty sob--"Don't despise

your weak, silly wife, darling! but it was very terrible! I believed