as ‘Tormacin made no answer, |
ea: la forward and said intently: |

“Do you know the characteristic cf)
the Corsicans, Monsieur Tor- ™ma-rin? |
| They never forget—nevaire”— her
| foreign accent increasing, as usual,
| with emotion of any kind. “The Corsi
} can always repays.”

“Yes? And you have something to|
repay? Is that it?"

“Yes, I have something to repay.”

“A revenge, in fact?”

She shook her head.

“No. I do not call it revenge. It is
punishment—the just punishment
earned by the man who married
Nesta Freyne and brought her in re-
turn nothing but misery.”

Tormarin rose abruptly.

“What have the affairs of Nesta
Freyne to do with you?” he asked
sternly. “As you are obviously aware,
she was my wife. And I do not pro-
pose to discuss private personal mat-
ters with an entire stranger.” He
moved towards the door. “I think our
interview.can very well terminate at
that. I do not wish to forget that I
am your host.”

“You are more than that,” said
Madame de Varigny suavely. “You
are my brother-in-law.”

“What?” Tormarin swung round
sand faced her.

“Yes.” The suavity was gone now,
replaced by a curious deadly precis-
ion of utterance, enhanced by the for-
eign rendering of syllable value, “I
am—or was, until my marriage —
Margherita Valdi. I am Nesta’s sis-
tens -

‘Tormarin regarded her steadily.

“In that case,’”’ he said, “I will hear
what you have to say. Though I don't
think,” he added, “that any good can
come of raking up the past. It is bet-
ter—forgotten.”

“Forgotten?” Madame de Varigny
seized upon the unlucky word. “Yes
—it may be easy enough for you to
forget—you who took Nesta’s young,
beautiful life and crushed it; you who
came like a thief and stole from me
the one creature in the whole world
whom I love—my bambina, my little
sister, Oh, yes''—her voice rose pas-
sionately—“‘easy enough when there
is another woman—a new love—with
whom you think to start your life all
over again! But I tell you, you shall
not! There shall be no new beginning
for you—no marriage with this Jean
Peterson to whom you are now fiance.
I forbid it—I——”

Blaise stemmed the torrent of her
speech with an authoritative gesture.

“May I ask how the news of my
engagement reached you?” he asked,
his cool, dispassionate question falling
like a hailstone dropped into some
molten ‘stream of lava.

“Oh, I have kept watch. I have
the means of knowing. There is very
little that has happened to you since
—since I wrote to you of Nesta’s
death’’—she stumbled a little over the
words, and Blaise, despite his anger,
was conscious of a sudden flash of
sympathy for her—‘very little that I
have not known. And this—your en-
gagement, I knew of that when it was
barely a week old.”

“I’m really curious to know why
my affairs should be of such surpass-
ing interest to you. My engagement,
for instance—how did you hear of
itz”

“Oh,, that was easy’’—contemptu-
ously. “There was another man who
loved your Mees Peterson—this,
Monsieur Burke. I used him. I knew
he was afraid that you might win
her, and I told him that if ever you
became engaged he must come and
| tell me, and I would show him ho
to make sure that you should sat
marry her.
ple!” *

“I’m afraid you promised more than
you can hope to perform. I grant that
you have every reason to dislike me
—hate me, if you will. I acknowledge,
j too, that I was to blame, miserably

to blame, for Nesta’s unhappiness—
The Countess smiled. iB much in fault as she herself. But

“Oh, I had a French grandmother,” | there is nothing gained at this late)
she returned carelessly. “Also, I have. | hour by apportioning the blame. We|
lived much in Paris.” /each made bad mistakes—and we

“Ah! that explains it,” replied Tor- | have each had to pay the price.”

‘ marin, leaning back in his chair as| ‘Yours has been a very light price
ie though satisfied. “It’s the influence —comparatively,” she commented
of environment and heredity, I ex-| with intense bitterness. |
it | “Do you think so?” |

‘He was fencing carefully, waiting Something in the quiet, still utter- |

for the woman to show her hand. | ance of the brief question brought her

t is “T have also Corsican blood in my glance swiftly, curiously, back’to his

face. It was as though, behind those
four short words, she could feel the
intolerable pressure of years of en-
durance. For a moment she seemed to
waver, then, as though she had de- |
liberately pushed the impression
aside, she laughed disagreeably.

“Too light to satisfy her sister, at)
any rate.”

Tormarin froze. |

“Tt is fortunate, then, that my ulti-
mate fate does not lie in your hands,”
he observed.

“But that is just where it does lie
—in the palm of my hand—-there!” |

She flung out one shapely hand, |
palm upward, and pointed to it with)
~ pthe other.

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Author Of
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Hodder & Stoughton, Ltd., London.

CHAPTER XXXI.—Continued.

_A brief silence followed this an-
“ Blaise was con-
i centratedly. So Madame de Varigny,
despite her French name and her
_ French mannerisms, was an Italian!
He might have guessed it had the
possibility ever definitely presented it-
_ self to him—guessed it from those
_ broad, high cheek bones, those liquid,
southern-dark eyes, and the coarse,
blue-black hair. Yet, except for one
fleeting moment at Montavan, the
- {dea had never occurred to him, and
_ it had then been swiftly dissipated by-
Jean's explanation that the impres-
“siye-looking Cleopatra was the Com-
tease de Varigny and her chaperon

for the time being.

Italian! Blaise felt more convinced
than ever now that Madame de
Varigny’s visit portended unpleasant
developments. Something, a voice

ee from the past, ‘was about to break
stridently on the peaceful present, He

_ braced himself to meet the encounter
whatver might be coming. Vaguely

Ss he foresaw some kind of blackmail,
and he thanked Heaven for Jean's ab-
solute under and
knowledge of the past and of all that

‘riage. There would be little foothold

here for an attempt at blackmail,

_however skilfully worked, he reflected

= grimly.

He therefore responded civilly to

_ Madame de Varigny’s statement, ap-

parently accepting it at its mere face
value.

“I am surprised,” he told her. “You |

_ have altogether the air of a Parisian.”

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that Nesta still lived and that thus

|
“And now—see—I close my hand— |

so! . .. . And this beautiful mar-!
riag? of which you have dreamed, :
| your marriage with Mees Peterson—|
| it does not take place!”

“Are you mad?" asked Blaise con-
temptuously, experiencing all an Eng-
| lishman’s distaste for this display of
She shook her head. |

“No,” she said quietly. “I am not
mad.” i

The air of theatricality seemed to
fall suddenly away from her, leaving
ber a stern and sombre figure, invest-
ed with an intrinsic atmosphere of
tragedy, filled with one sentiment only
—the thirst for vengeance.

“No. I am not mad. I am telling
you the truth. You can never marry
Jean Peterson, because Nesta—your
wife—still lives.”

Tormarin fell back a pace. For one
moment he believed the woman had}
gone genuinely mad—that by dint of
long brooding upon how she might
most hurt and punish the Englishman
whom she had never forgiven for
marrying her sister, she had evolved
from a half-crazed mind the belief

she would be able to prevent his mar-
riage with any Other woman.

And then, looking into those seem-
ing soft brown eyes with the granite
hardness in their depths, he could see
the light of reason burning steadily
within them.

Madame de Varigny was quite sane,
as sane as he was himself. And if so

A great fear came upon him—the
fear of a man who dimly senses the
approach of some appalling danger
and knows that it will find him utter-
ly defenceless.

“Do you know what you are say-
ing?" he demanded, his voice rough-
ened and uneven.

“Yes, I know. Nesta is alive,’ she
repeated simply.

“Alive?”

The word was wrung from him,
hardly more than a hoarse whisper of
sound. He swung round upon her vio-
lently.

“But you yourself wrote and t6ld
me of her death?” She nodded placid-
ly.

“Yes. I wrote a lie.”

“But the official information? We
had that, too, later, from the French
police, confirming your account. You
had better be careful about what you
are telling me,’ he added sternly.
“Lies won't answer, now.”

“The need for lying is past,’ she
answered with the most absolute can-
dour, “The French police wrote quite
truthfully all they knew. They had
found the body of a suicide, whom I
identified as my sister. To strength-
en matters I bribed someone I knew
also to identify the dead girl as Nes-
ta. She was a married woman, too,
the poor little dead one! So it was
quite simple. And I took Nesta home
—home to Chateau Varigny. I had
tharried by then. But she had learned
of my marriage through friends in
Italy and wrote to me from there,
telling me of her misery with you
and begging me to succour her. So I
went to Italy and brought her back
with me to Varigny. Then I planned
that you should believe her dead. It
was all very simple,’ she repeated
complacently.

“But what was. your object in all
this? Why did you scheme to keep
me in ignorance? What was your pur-
pose?”

“Why?” Her voice deepened sud-
denly, the placid satisfaction with
which she had narrated the carrying
out of her plan disappearing from it
completely. “Why? I did it to punish
you—first for stealing my Nesta from |
me and then because, after you had
stolen her, you brought her nothing
but misery and heart-break. She
was so young—so young! And you,
with your hideous temper and your
cold, formal English ways—you broke
her heart, cowed her, crushed her!”

“She was old enough to coquette
with every man she met,” came grim-
ly between Tormarin’s teeth. “No
husband—English or Italian, least of |
all Italian—would have endured her
conduct." |

“She would not have played with
other men if you had loved her. She,
| was all fire. And you—you were like
a wet log that will not burn!” She
gestured fiercely. “You never loved |
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But you were sure, eventually, tol
meet some other woman and learn}
what love—real love—is. So I waited.
And when I saw you at Montavan |
with Jean—I+knew that the day I)
had waited for so long would come at |
last. I knew that your punishment |
was ready to my hand.” |

“Do you mean’’—Blaise spoke in!
curiously measured accents—‘do you |
mean that you deliberately concealed |
the fact that Nesta still lived so that |

4 |

“So that you should not marry the}
woman that you loved when the time
came! Yes, I planned it all! I kept |
Nesta safely hidden at Varigny, and
I made little changes in her appear-!
ance—a woman can, you know’’—
mockingly—‘the colout of her hair,
the way of dressing it. Oh, just little!
changes, so that if by chance she!
was seen in the street by anyone
who had known her as your wife she
would not easily be recognized. Oh”
—once more with that exasperating |
complacence at her own skill in de- |
ception—“I thought of every little de- |
tail.”

Tormarin stood listening to her si-
lently, like a man in a trance. His
face had grown drawn and haggard,
and his eyes burned in their sockets.
Once, as she poured out her story of
trickery and deception, she heard him
mutter dazedly: “Jean. . . . Jean,”
and the anguish in his voice might
have moved any woman to pity save
only one who was utterly and entire-
ly obsessed with the desire for ven-
geance.

But the intolerable suffering which
had suddenly lined his face and rim-
med his mouth with tiny beads of
sweat was meat and drink to her.
She gloried in if. This was her hour
of triumph after the long years of
waiting. 5

She smiled at him blandly.

“T think I have behaved very well,’
she pursued. “I might have waited tilly
you were actually married. But 1!
have no wish to punish the little Jean.
She, at least, is ‘on the square,’ as et

| of road-side holdups which were be-

|| Little Helps For This Week

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of England’s most notorious highway
Helping others to the Bread of Life,

robber, Dick Turpin.
Designed to end an alarming wave These four lines by Frances Holm-
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| rival of gangster deportees from the| Of the Christ:
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PP P And then to turn and break the bread
| automobiles and placed a wide area

thereof
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arrival of a group of British gunmen} which expires September 15, of $800,-
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Scotland Yard Wages
Highway Robbers

War On

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Hail Insurance Rate

British Made Cars It is usually safe to say that when ~

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say—though it would have re 4
my Nesta well had I waited. You |
ruined Nesta’s life; I could have ruin-!
ed the life of the woman you love. 1
did think of it. Ah! You would have |
suffered then, knowing that the Jean
you worshipped was neither wife nor
maid, but a——”
“Be silent, woman!”
(To Be Continued,)

THE RHYMING
OPTIMIST
Aline Mi

NEW JOYS

New joys will bloom while years go

Ys
As roses greet the smiling sky
With every glad, recurrent June,
And linnets pipe their happy tune.
New ioe will stretch their tendrils
To ee and climb and twine about |
Our lives, till all is fair and bright,
While wintry doubts and fears take
flight.

New Joys! Then yield to nO dismay
When these now cherished pass
away,
For all things change and all are fleet, |
Most evanescent are most sweet.

| Ah, trust the future; it will bring
Glad days that shine and hours that |
sing.

Days even as dear and prized as these |
That now weave glowing tapestries!
are

struck

Pointing out that there
cases on record of automobile:
by lightning, the Nations
Council advises against leaving cars

| for emergency house shelter in storm.

Flying lnto a Temper
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ds Lydia E. Pinkham’ s Vege-

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A naturalist says that many fish
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many

Diamonds owned by U citizens
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ical fficiency. Competitors In the Dark
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British workmanship is rarely sur-
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Worms sap the strength and under
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Jean Alloucherie, French journalist

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and author of several articles deal ng
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