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"I one, and his remains must be disposed of That'sover hiets over ested

"I suppose so I used to have But it isn't the heart,--that's only a pu muscle I conclude it's the head"

He puffed two or three rings of sone?" he asked, suddenly

"Morgana?"

"Yes"

Lydia Herbert hesitated

"I THINK I know," she replied at last--"But I'm not sure"

"Well, I'M sure"--said Gwent--"She's after the special quarry that has given her the slip,--Roger Seaton He went to California a o"

"Then she's in California?"

"Certain!"

Mr Gwent took another puff at his cigar

"You ht that he and she were going toelse was talked of!"

She nodded

"I knoas there But a man who has set his soul on science doesn't want a wife"

"And what about a woman who has set her soul in the saed her shoulders

"Oh, that's all popcorn! Morgana is not a scientist,--she's hardly a student She just 'is But she can't"

"Well! I'ot a s about them"

"To her own satisfaction only"--said Miss Herbert, ironically,--"Certainly not to the satisfaction of anybody else! She talks the wildest nonsense about controlling the world! Iave an impatient little shake of her skirts "I do hate these sorts ofwomen, don't you? The old days must have been ever so much better! When it was all poetry and romance and beautiful idealism! When Dante and Beatrice were possible!"

Gwent smiled sourly

"They never WERE possible!" he retorted--"Dante was, like all poets, a regular hu his stuff on,--fro ever written is what he called his 'New Life' or 'Vita Nuova' I read it once, and it h sick Think of all that twaddle about Beatrice 'denying hi to be a ether!"