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"Nay," says Adrian hastily; "you forget It is no longer yours, you have given it away"

For an instant she glances at hioes with painful quickness

"You have no right to say so," sheyour pardon," he says apologetically "It is your own secret"

"There is no secret," she declares nervously "None"

"I have offended you I should not have said that You will forgive iven;" and, as a token of the truth of her words, she leans a little further out of the , and looks down at him with a face pale indeed, but full of an unutterable sweetness

Her beauty conquers all his resolutions

"Oh, Florence," he whispers in an impassioned tone, "if I only dare to tell you what--"

She starts and lays a finger on her lips, as though to enforce silence

"Hush!" she says, in tres, have ht not to have spoken with you Go! There is nothing you dare to tellI would wish to hear Reht"

"Stay, I implore you, for one moment," he cries; but she is firm, and presently the curtains are drawn close and he is alone

Slowly he walks back toward the s in his ears--"Remember your duty to another" What other? He is puzzled, but, reaching theof the roohts frouests without delay, so as to be able to enjoy a little quiet and cal a suicide that had recently taken place in a neighboring county, and which had, from its peculiar circuuests to-night is an ar them an explanation as to how the fatal wound had been inflicted It appeared at the inquest that the unfortunate man had shot himself in such a peculiar manner as to cause considerable doubt as to whether he had been murdered or had died by his own hand Evidence, however, of anature had confirwood, with a revolver in his hand, is endeavoring to show that the man could not have shot himself, just as Adrian re-enters