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Manella gazed about her in the darkness, bewildered A glittering little mob of fire-flies danced above her head like a net of jewels

"Oh, you talk so strangely!" she said--"You forget!--I airl--I have no h "But he couldonly himself to consider, he DOESN'T choose! If he had YOU, he'd change his opinion Seaton's not theher in co of him You can save his life!"

She clasped her hands nervously A little gasping sigh came from her lips

"Oh!--Santa Madonna!--to save his life!"

"Ah, just that!" said Gwent i lies--that's notfor hier zone,' where everybody not 'in the knoarned off hidden ot the for them, no one will ever find the else But if he fell in love with YOU---"

She gave a hopeless gesture

"He will not--he thinks nothing of h he says I am beautiful!"

"Oh, he says that, does he?" and Gwent smiled--"Well, he'd be a fool if he didn't!"

"Ah, but he does not care for beauty!" Manella went on "He sees it and he smiles at it, but it does notquite how to deal with the subject he himself had started Truth to tell his nerves had been put distinctly "on edge" by Seaton's cool, calculating and seely callous assertion as to the powers he possessed to destroy, if he chose, a nation,--and all sorts of uncoleaned froested themselves vividly to his otten they, if it could be extracted in as short a time as we pleased, instead of in so many million years, could do the work of a hundred and fifty tons of dynareeable fact stuck in his brain as a bone estion Then the words of one of the "pulpit thunderers" of New York rolled back on his ears--"This world will be destroyed, not by the hand of God, but by the wilful and devilish ht! And he felt hiirl's beauty, a girl's love as a barrier to the output of a destroying force engineered by a terrific human intention,--it was like the old story of the Scottish heroine who thrust a slender arreat staple of a door to hold back the would-be