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Story of a Photograph. 10 By ALFRED TENNYSON. (ALL BIGHTS RESERVED. When Worthington's fiancee came to that tragical end, m a fire in a. friend's house, after some private theatricals, Carey, his most intimate acquaintance, was abroad. He was mnxsh shocked when he heard the news, especially as, at their last meeting. Worthing- ton had not been in very good spirits. In fact, he had felt some strange presentiment that a misfortune was impending, which Carey had done his best to efface. He bad written a. letter showing as much sympathy as he could under the circumstances, but he bad heard nothing of his old friend, fcxeept through mutual acquaintances. From all that he had been told, Worthington seemed to have recovered wonderfully from the shock. He had not yet made his re-appear- ance in society, but he was apparently work- ing harder than ever, and neither his hand nor his eye seemed to have lost their cun- ning. One afternoon, soon after his return from London, Carey happened to be pass- ing his friend's lodgings, and he thought he would ring the bell on the oif-chance o-f. seeing him. He was delighted, and sur- prised, to hear that he was at home, and the man, who knew Carey well. asked him to step upstairs. Worthington was sitting before the fire, gazing at something atten- tively. Indeed, so absorbed was he, that he did not hea,r the knock at the doo". He Beemed to be talking to himself, and Carey heard him say distinctly: Heaven—not for long—not for long!" He had his back to the door, but when Carey entered, he jumpru up and faced hhn, hastily thrusting something into the breast of his coat. I What the deuoe do you want?" he cried. for a moment Carey was so much shocked by the change in his appearance that he did not notice the abruptness of the greeting, He was terribly pale, and roand his eyes and mouth the wrinkle had deepened into j furrows in the flfh, "Oh—it's you, Dick," he said, with a fchort laugh, after the silence that folowcd his exclamation. I apologise for my rudeaess, I though it was somebody from the hospital ooming to bother me. I've been ovf>rd,i;,g it; lately, and my nerves are a bit out of :-01 t-. Come in and sit down, Dick; come in and Ût down," Carey took an armchair by ti: fire a ad stretched out his hands to the blaze, watch-| ing his friend's face narrowly. Worthington looked moodily at the glowing coals, and made no effort at any kind of conversation. Presently he began to mutter to himself; Carey saw his lips moving, and it was quite obvious that he had forgotten his friend's presence. "This won't do," Carey said, suddenly. Worthington started, aud smiled rather grimly. This won't do—we can't afford to have a man like yoa breaking down—you've been over-working yourself. You'll have a smash if you aren't careful. Why don't you take a Go for a sea voyage, and try to forget the work—and things." "Forget," laughed the other. "I know you can't forget some things; it right you should. But it isn't r{gh they should dominate you altogether." Oh! it's ea",y for you to .?y that. No one mows what I have suffered. I've worked, worked, workfd. to prevent mys-eif going Had. I've tried to shut out that awful pic- ture. Oh, Heaven, how awful it was!" He thuddered. and covered his taw with his hands, But, thank Heaven, it will 800nl h" over now. I .shall soon be out of it all." "What," Carey cried, "you don't mean going Worthing had not intended to say what he did For a moment or two he was un- decided. No, I'm rot trains to kili myself," he said. That's a poor way of getting out of things. I daresay you'll think I'm mad when I tell yoa what I am going to *ay. But, as I'm Convinced in my o'.vn mind, what ycu think now, or v. hat you Bay. will not have the least influence upon me. Carey," h9 "(! id. solemnly, I've had a. menage from Alice. Carey stared at him. His friend, fndeeJ, must be mad. It was nearly seven month-? ainee the catastrophe. Heaver, knows what grief mag-tot not have done to his intellect in that time. Carey was too much shocked to speak. "Here" .exclai-rmd Worthington;. "what do you make of this?" He thrust liis hand into his cent pcrket and brought out the object which he must have been examining- when Carey entered the room. "What do you make of this? Take jit rwid look at it." lie handed something tv Cater, who took it mechanically. It was <" pho-lcgra. >i. For a moment Carey did not recognise it; then he caw that it was a likeness of Alice Wisha-rt. Mhe was dresf-ed a-s a French pea- sant in short skirts and sabots, and with the lace cap and various ornaments of the gala dres* of Brittany. Carey turned the photo- graph over and over. There was nothing about it to account for Wortbingtons extra- ordinary behaviour .hat he txr»!d see. He twisted it in his lingers with some perplexity, and then said: Where did you get it, W ort.hington?" Tt arrived yesterday by By post—impossible! Who sent-it? When it taken? Was there no letter or expla- nation with it?" "Y£,o, he answered; "there was. There was a letter from her." Worthirigton's har^aid face and wild words admitted of but one explanation; but he said: I see you think I au: mad. I assure you that you are quite mistaken. I had a letter from Alice. And I know it will not be long before I see her again. Thank the gods who put an end to orr miseries, i will show you that you. may be convinced." Ei-sins" from his chair, he went over to a cabinet in the room and unlocked a drawer with a key fastened to his watch-chain. Here is the letter. Oa-pey opened the letter, unfolded, and read it. It was quite short: Deareet.-f-YiOu like to have this. I hope toTsee yon soon again." UnconseionBiy Carey had read the note aloud. As he finished, Worthington said, with a oalm smite; "Arc you satisfied now, you unbeliever?" There was something terrible about tlfis quiet confidence. The envelope, in which the letter and the photograph had been enclosed, lay at Carey's fett on the floor. He picked it up to replace them both, and, M he did RoC), he caught sight of the post- mark. In a flash the solution of the. mystery ca.mo to him. Poor Worthington s tormented brain had made a supernatural occurrence out of a very ordinary incident. The photograph was one taken of Alice Wishart in her theatrical dress, and she, thinking that Worthington might like to have it. had posted it to him just before her tragical death. By some mistake, perhaps the neglect of a postmistress in a little country town. the Letter had been delayed in transimisviicn, and bad only reached her lover six months afterwards. Carey was uncertain whether to humour Worthingxou in his delation. After a. few seconds' reflection, however, be sajd, gently, laying his hand on his friend's arm; "Bob, you remember that Alice is dead. Ho'w oan she send you a meenaee of any kind?" W{)rth¡n-;tGn migiVt, still be sane enough to be affected by oalm reasoning, and, at Xivy rate, Carey would be able to ascertain the state of his mind. Ho shook his head, however, reprovingly, and a ghost of a, smile played about his lip-s, and for a moment lighted up his pale face. It's no good, Duck; I told you that you wouldn't be able to persuade me. and yoa Why should you want WiU you listen to me, if I say some- thang?" He smiled again, as if to show his dEter- mination not to he influenced by what Carey said. As gey and as quietly as he could, the latter gave his explanation. The other made no comment while Carey was speaking, but pulled at his pipe thought- fully and methodically. Well?" he asked, when Carey had finished with the smile on his lips. Can't you see the reason of it Carey exclaimed in despajr. It is uctfaing —shall we say, superuatural-merely a coin- cidence. Yes, I suppose it is a coincidence." he replied. There are some people who believe in coincidences, just as others disbelieve in presentiments." Carey's heart smote him when he remem- bered their conversation of a year before. It was he who had been wrong then. Worthing- ton would never credit nim with being right now. "Think!" Ca.rey oried. "The thing's not in A matter of opinion." he repeated, stub- bornly; simply a. matter of opinion. I'm in a better position to judge than you. Besides I have thought it oat. Suppose we use your phrase, and call it a. coincidence. Does it alter the case at ail? Not a. bit. Isn't it curious, not to say marvellous, that a letter gbould be detained nearly a year in a P"3t. office, and then come to a heart-broken man, jcøt. when he is hungering for a. sign? These are the facts, the remorseless logic ot aie question. But." he continued, rising from his chair and putting his two hands on Carey's shoulders, as if he were gaining the mastery over him. a.nd yet, with a kindly look in his eyee-" but there is another advocate more convincing than the most precise logician who ever built a syllogism. Ma.n, something in my brain tells me that without doubt Alice hae sent me a. message. No matter the instrument used to convey her meaning, as long as the meaning is clear. I know that very aoon I shall have oeased to exist in this world a.nd be with AHce again." Carey made a gesture of despair. "There, never mind," said Worthington, < exactly as if he were comforting a child. Don't let us discuss the question any more. He harded a box of cigarettes. Tell me something of yourself," he added I haven't seen you for ages." Carey made an effort, and for ten minutes their conversation touched cheerfully enough on more normal topk. Than sud- denly a brilliant idea struck Carey. I am- thinking of going for a short holi- day," he said; "I'm alone. Won't you come with me? A change will do you good after this hard wcrk. Worthingt-on looked at him; his forehead puckered in thought. "It's kind of you." he s-iid; in fact, just like you Dick. But it isnt fair on you—it isn't, really" he s-aul. ".Nonsense, I asked you with my eyes open. I understand everything. Besides, who has a better right to be with you than me?" (TO BE CONCLUDED TO-MORROW.)

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