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FLOE ABEL'S LOVER: o It, KIVAL BELLES. A NOVEL. By LAURA JEAN LIBBEY, Author of A Mad Betrothal," lorn, "Ptated iy fate" "We Parted at the Altar," etc. etc. CHAPTER XIX. "HE DOES NOT LOYJoJ ME—I WISH I COULD DUll." 7say adroitly Isabel Carlisle laid her plans. She would write a letter to Gerald. In it she would tell him of her supposed change of fortune. Anice, h-ar maid, should take him the letter, and await his reply. Anice shrank from being the messenger, but Mi33 Carlisle pleaded so hard that there was no one else whom she could trust to send that Amce at last consented. Sae was prejudiced against him, yet she must not allow that to influence her in doing her duty. Take a cab, and drive straight to the Wind. sor," said Miss Carlisle, placing the letter in her hand. Go early, that you may not fail to see him before he leaves the hotel. I do not expect him to call until this evening. Remember my suspense it will be most terrible. Come back with his reply." I will be as quick as I can," returned Anice, pitying her supposed nervousness. After Miss Carlisle had dispatched her letter she walked quickly to Florabel's room. The die is cast, Miss Vane," she said huskily. Within an hour's time I shall prove to you my lover's loyalty. You must talk to me—cheer me— to pass the time quickly until Anice returns." Meanwhile, Anice had gone directly to the Windsor, and had called for Mr. Thomdyke. She was shown into the main reception room, and a moment later Miss Carlisle's lover made his appearance. He recognised Anice at once, and looked the surprise he felt. e; I never dreamed of seeing you, Anioe," he said. "They told me a lady, but I felt sure it was only a subscription for charity, or something of that kind. Bu& why are you here, Aaice?! hope there is nothing wrong. You have brought me a communication of some kind from your mis- tress, I presume." I have brought you a letter from her, sir. I am requested to give it to you, to wait while you read it, and take back your answer." He held out his hand wonderingly for it, tore open the envelope, and began to read. Even Anice was surprised at its length. There was sheet siter sheet of closely written lines. She watched him as he read, and for poor Isabel's sake her heart sank deeper and deeper. Taere was no mistaking the expression of that handsome face. There came a lowering frown 011 tfa«'brow, an angry gleam in his eyes, add she felt a are that a muttered oath fell from his lips. He crushed the letter in his hand, and walked and down Mis room thea he- tarned e wud, haggard face to her. "You were to take my answer back," he said. do Mi33 Carlisle wished," she answered. I do not know what to aay I am lost- be- wildt,red. It is so unexpected I scarcely know what to say. It is a moat unfortunate state of tmogs. Let me think what had beet be done. Wiit here." lie crossed over into the reading-room across the corridor, flung himself into an arm-chair, and leaded his elbows against the writing, table. She aoiill see him from where she sat. He was en- grossed in his own thoughts; they were not pleasant ones, as she could tell from the heavy frown, the muttered words, the restless swaying of wbole body. At last he turned impatiently to the table, and b-t-an to write rapidly, the angry trowndeepen- ing on his face. Hi-- reply was quite at lengthy as the letter he h-id received from Miss Carlisle. H" looked very much perturbed as he handed A ce the letter. tlzat, in the end of my dream of wealth," he muUereJ, turning on his heel. Ah, well, it Is better to have found it out before than aftt r n marriage." • j Anice harried rapidly home. Miss Carlisle was not ia her room. Sha knew she woaki find her in Miss Vana's. T»e heiress took the letter eagerly, and turned ti> Florabel. Now you shall see that I have not judged my n ibis hero wrongly," she said, bending her head, i; d kissiog the white envelope bafore she broke the seal He would be sure to say that the I088 of her fortune should not mar their future, that he held to their betrothal, and was coming to claim her— oomiag to take her away to a home of their own, humble, perhap poor, but glorified and beautified by love. He would declare that nothing save death alust part thorn, and would assure her, of bin con" staiit devotion. All this he would say, and a thousand tMr ga tnore. dfcc aat dr wn in a great cushioned arm-chair by Florabei's window, and tore open the letter, little 'iraavrurvg *hat what, was writers tfaore would prove tb« deatn-warrant of her happiness. i wit! glance it ovsr^ihen I will read it aloud," she said. As Isabel Carlisle read,her face grew ghastly in its white despair. The qrords seemed to stand out on the -.vh; paga in (letters of fire, her lips YJ-J 1<df9(! r.^r hands trembled. !-J c-nnor believe it J" she cried, with a ter- ri it.e gasp. My senses have played me C false; my eyes have deceived me. If I t-hought he meant if 1 won it? never i?v« to see another sunrise." ? trie- to ri?e, her strength failed her. Miss Vane—little Florabd I" she called, "come he ? [ want yon. I wane you to read how true 11' tiver is how faithful; how he has rewarded nr. :?r giving him the deepest, truest love, that > ever gave man." ?'urane! crossed t.he room hurrrir-dly, looking in ii/iK! a-, the agitated face, the burning eyes, the whr-c, trembling hands. ilijiB CArlisit- she eried, "oh, what has ilijiB CArlisit- she cried, "oh, what has happened to you ? What is the matter?" Nothing very msievii! replied the heiress, witi> a birier biu.k, on; I have found out the trath by testing Gerald's love. Ha does not care lor me Tne uiao whom I have worshiped so •TiiJiy, and whem I was to have wedded so soon, ndvar loved m' He was intending to marry me for my wealth." Greatly alarmed, Florabel took her trembling ha9 in hers, and tried to soot-be her. "D arest Isabel, rou roust be composed. Yon, fiii. ksii yourself with this agitadou," she oried. "I wish I could," she answered, drearily. "I I' Y. do not want to live now that 1 know that Gerald does not love me. Read that letter, Miss Vane," she cried. Ah me 1 never realised that a man could be so base. I would have given up the wn;.ie wfJrJd for his sake Yes, Miss Vane, I could sive died for him, and this is the end of it all." VV'hiii) Fsorabei picked up the scattered sheets or paper and read, the heiresa was pacing the floor, moaning out that of all women she was the most wretched. Slowly Florabel read the letter through from be ginning to end. Was there ever a letter more cruelly kind ? It read as follows It read as follows MY DEAREST ISABEL I. like you, am greatly distressed at the turn affairs have taken. The coolants of your letter has been a great shock to me. The loss of fortune, swept away in a single day, is, alas all too eumrnoa in these days. I sympathise with you most sincerely—more than words can express. You ask me if you shall ful- fill now, under existing circumstance, your bebbrothalvows. "Long and earnestly I have thought over the matter, dear Isabel, and, although the words I am about to write cause me most bitter pain, feel it my duty to write them. I am willing to free you from those vows for the following reason, Isabel: I am not in a position just now, dear, to I maistaian a wife in the luxury to which you have been accustomed. It might be long years before I could surround you with such luxury, and I would never marry you unless I were able to do this. You would not care to wait for me long yaars, Isabel, nor could I expect it. Suppose, Iaa.be], I should declare that I would hold you to your promise; think what our future would • "Q. We ace ouitfi witloutiuonevi bpih.of qr We have no NOTKE 7 D'U prospect (J1"- getnng* onb. How could we live, you especially, who have never known want ? The amount I have received from father since leaving college barely suffices to keep me. Oil!. marriage under these circumstances would be madness. I know it; you know it. The only feasible plan ia to set you free, Isabel. Philosophical resolution is best; so, Isabel, I release you from your betrothal vows; I release you from every promise you have ever made to me. I ask nothing but a place in your memory. Rest assured of one thing, Isabel: ours is not the only romance of the kind to be found in the world. Farewell, Isabel, since it must be so. I will not make the pain of parting with you harder to bear by coming to see you. I cansay no more my heart is too full of pain. I will sign myself, ever your friend. GERALD." Oh. FIorabel! Florabel I" sobbed the heiress, burying her face In her hands, was ever pride brought so low as mine I gave him all the deep, true love of my heart, and he oan toss it aside as easily as a faded flower. My relatives were right. Gerald was a fortune-hunter; and, oh I loved him so » She turned away abruptly, saying in a low, hoarse voice: Come to my room in an hour from now I-I shall want you." "You are ill, Miss Carlisle," cried Florabel, noting the greyish pallor on her faoe. "Do lie down and rest." That is what I am going to do," said Isabel Carlisle, with a great sob; CI I am going to rest." ( To be Continued).

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