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rPUBIJ:saED BY SPECL-IL AltRA-NGEME-NT.1 FOR HEART OR CONSCIENCE ? BY GEOHUE GRIFFITH. Author of "A Criminal Croeus," "The World- Masters," "Brothers of the Chain," An Angel of the Revolution," &c., See. (COPYRIGHT.) CHAPTER XXI.—"SAVE ME, KENNETH, SAVE lE" The faithful Crudgo heard the cry. and ran into Kenneth s renin, and found him lying with .his head on the desk, and his arms hanging down h :s head on the de, limply. He managed to drag him out of the ehair and lay him down oil the floor, Then his eye caught the letter. He read it, and slipped it into one cf the drawers. "No use for the doctor or anyone to see that," he muttered as he left the room. He went out ineto Chancery Lane, and by good luck saw a messenger boy sauntering up towards the Strand with the air of one who has performed a mission. He beckoned to him, and the boy immediately quickened up. "Look here," he said, "if you're not engaged I want you to go as fa?t as you can for Doctor Marston; you know his ccnaulting rctom? are, 14, Number Five Court. Tell him that Mr. Majkham. Mr. Kenneth -Nlarkharn, youj? know, had been taken suddenly ill, and ask him to oome at once." The boy, hearing the celebrated name, darted -etf full of the importance of his mission, and Mr. Crudge went back to take off Kenneth's collar and rub his hands, but without success, the shook had been too terrible, and the blow too heavy. The doctor arrived within ten minutes, and a.t once sent Mr. Crudge for some brandy, but in spite cf all that could be done it was nearly ,half-an-hour before Kenneth drew a deep breath and opened his eyes. They raised him to a sitting position, and gave him a little more brandy. He looked about him almost blindly for a. moment, and said in a. muttering tone "That letter! I've lost it. La Lias, Lilias—No! no! it can't be true-—can't be true—e-h? Oh! is that you, Crudge, and you. Dr. Marston? Have I been ill?" Every word came more strongly and distinctly. The powerful intellect was resuming its mastery. With their help he rose to his feet, and; they put him in his chair. "You've been overdoing it, Mr. Markham. This won't do, you know. Overwork beats the best of us in the long run. N-cw, you must get home. No cases today." "No case to-day,fortunately, doctor," said Mr. Crudge. "Ah! good. Now, Mr. Markham, my pre- scription id a day's holiday, if possible in pleasant eociety. A half bottie cf goOO champagne at lunch won't do any harm, but no work, mind, and above all things no worry." "No worry," murmured Kenneth to himself half-an-hour later as he was driving westward in a hansom. "No worry. Goed. heavens, doc- tor, if you only knew. Now, there's nothing else for it; I must go and have it out." He was stdl feeling a little faint and dizzy, and remembering the doctor' s advice, lie stepped at his club in St. James's Street, ordered a small bottie of the best champagne in the cellar and sat down in a quiet corner of the almost deserted smoking-room to collect his thoughts and do half- •an-hour's hard thinking over tht-s terrible de- velcpment before he went on to see Liiias. Al- though it was an almost unheard thing for him to take any alcohol for lunch or even dinner, he felt now the wine refreshed him both bodily and mentally, and when he got into his cab again his nerves were steadier and his brain clearer. He found Lilias in the little drawing-room, pale and almost haggard. There were dark shadows under the lovely eyes and the sweet lips were twitching and down drawn at the comers. "Oh! Kenneth, Kenneth!" she said in a voice that. was almost a wail. 'i1ow glad I am that you have come, but if you could, only have come a couple of hours sooner." "Why, dearest?" he asked, anxiously, as he took her m his arms and kissed her quivering lips. "Because Aunt Gerty—yc-u know, I've told you that for some time past she has been getting very strange, went away with N urse feeson-th.¿, one had at Hampstead, you know, soon after eleven La a cab, and neither of them would tell me where she was going to. She must have packed a dress trunk herself during the night. My aunt wouldn't even say good-bye to me. She only said in the most extraordinary way that she was very ill and I had not nursed her pro- perly, and she was going away with Nurse lee- son who would save. her life which I didn't seem to want to do. Then I had a soene with the nurse. She insulted me grossly, but still that doesn't matter now. Sho sa.id that my aunt had asked her to come and take her away she was 'her own mistress and I couldn't stop her gcitig. la short, she told me to mind my own business, and then went. Oh! Kenneth, if ycu'd only been here to help me!" "I W.sh to heaven I had been, darling. I meant to do so the moment I had get thsough my letters at the offioa; but—well, something hap- pened to stop me. I am most deeply sorry, direst for I know that if ever you wanted my hdp you want it now." "But why?" she said, looking at him with questioning eyes. "Ycu couldn't have known of I this trouble about avuit." No' drf:st," he replied, releasing her and taking bis lead&r'a ltter out of his pocket. "It w?' something worse- than that. Read this, Lilias, and for our love's sake tell me that you I ■ do not know how Sir Arthur died." As she read the fateful lines he saw her face grow grey and thie pupils cf her eyes dilate with hoiror and fear, or both. A keen thrill of dread struck him liike a d<agger to the heart, and he shuddered like a man suddenly smitt-e-n with a mortal sickness. Yet his splendidly disciplined intellect acted automatically and remorselessly. To the lawyer she had oonfessed already. To the man and the lover she appealed with a a'ilent infinite pathos. "Well. Lilias" he eskod, in a voice that he did not recognise a.s his cwn. She looked at him for a moment with rigid' features and wide staring eyes—it was a look that he would remember on his death-bed; then she dropped tho letter and flung herself on to the couch, covered her face with her hands and moaned. "Kenneth, Kenneth, save me!" In an instant he was on his knees beside her. He took her hot trembling hands into his, and said "Save you from what, Lilias?" "From myself, Kenneth!" she rroarecl again. "I cannot bear this. If you do not heip me I shall kill myself. Oh! dearest, if you only knew, you would believe me a-nd pardon!" The words struck him like a blast of frozen air. He rose to his feet &nd saud almost sternly "Believe what Purdon what, Liiias?" But her only reply was "Save me. Keiiiretlil Save me!" All this time the deadly fears had been grow- ing upon him-a. fear so horrible that it seemed impossible. Lilias, this ange l of loveliness and gra. loudness who had come into his life and trans- figured it. Lilias a,-No! He could not even, think the word. But if not what did her prayer mean? That was a question that must be an- swered. With a desperate effort he braced his shaking nerves, and said an a hard, almost harsh tone i "Lilias, before I can help you. before I will lulp you you must tell me this. Had you any part or share by any act of your own in the do it of Sir Arthur Eversley. It is agony to ask you, but you must answer it." 6he turned her face up to him as she lay on th, sofa. A shudder ran through her body, and her breast heaved as though she was choking, and twice he saw her white lips try to shape the words a.nd fail. Then she said in a. voice which sounded horribly unnatural to him "Kenneth, I didn't kill Lim. but—but—God be merciful to me—I let him die." He let her hands go. They fell limply be- side the edge of thsa eofa. He rC6ø slowly to his feet. locked with wavering eyes round the room, and rnurmure-,L-. "My God. Lilias, are you mad, or am I?" Kenneth, no," she moaned covering her eyes with her handis. "It is the truth—the better horrible truth, but you win save me. Kenneth, won't do, for, oh, I have loved you so?" Loved him And he? Yes. love stronger tha.n death itself might yet be strong enough to 41 overcome even the ,horror with wrich her words Tiad flooded his soul, and then sharply through the tumult that was raging through his being, the cold, clear voice of conscience spoke and said: "Thou shalt do no murder!" Was it murder that Lilias had confessed to, or was it not? Instantly and instinctively the legal mteileci seized upon the subtlety, and the love-filled heart whispered "She did nothing—it was not." "Lilias. still my dearest," he said taking ner -hands away, "I will do all that I honourably can do. but I must leave you now and go and think somewhere by myself. It seems oruel to leave you in this state, but, believe. me, it is absolutely necessary. There are a hundred things to consider that you know nothing of, and if I am to help you now I can only do it alone." "Go, Kenneth, dearest, go," she said, putting her handi out towards him. "Go and think for me. I am very helpless and very miserable, but kiss me just once more even if it is only to kiss good-bye. He hesitated for jiut a moment, then he took the outstretched hands, bent down and kissed the upturned lipe. It was not the first tame in the world's history that the magic of a woman's kiss had stained the Whiteness of a man's un- polluted honour. When he had gone, Liliae raised herself from the sofa, not without an effort, and went into ner bedroom. She let her hair down and pushed it back frcm her forehead, and bathed her lace in cold water slightly clouded b-y a few drops of Eau de Cologne, then she gave it a good healthy rubbing with a soft thick towel and stood before the long mirror and said to what she saw in it: "Yes, he will help me. He will save me, ft least for the time being. There are years to spare yet. He loves me anxl I love him-the first leve this wretched life of mine has ever known. Surely the Fates owe me a few years' happiness. Why should I not take them with him, and when they are over there are many ways in to the Un- known. Yes, I can do it and I will—I must." WLen Kenneth got into the Cbiswick High W" ,en Ke'rnot h C b Liswic k High Road he saw an electric tram stop. He wanted air and motion, so he mounted to the top and rode to Kew Bridge, the chaos of his thoughts gradually settling down to something like order. At Kew Bridge he got out and went into the Gardens.. but for all he saw of thetir beauty be might have been in the wilderness. His eyes guided his footsteps akng the winding paths, but that was all. The outer world was nothing to him. His whole being was a battleground be- tween heart and conscience, with the clear trained intellect acting automatically as umpire of the strife. He left the Gardens just, before the gates closed. He did not go home to Bedford Park. He walked to the Hotel Cecil, took a room, and the next morning Lilias received this note: Dearest.—What love can do, love shall do. But you must tell me everything. I shall come and see you about ten o'clock to-morrow.— Kenneth. And when Lilias had read. it, she kissed it and clasped it to her breast, and said, "Yes, I knew he would. The Fates may give me a few more years' happiness yet." I (To be continued.)

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