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Show iTv T' ffy Jules Mary j Love -:- Mystery -;- Adventure I K. , . . - 1 r-. V W MAT'S HAPrrcKKD tS TUB STORY. 5SI5CI, a iKsutlful young animal trainer. Is loved by twtn bruthera. om of tlim. Ul-JOHOKH -O LA L OW BlA.NAFOIT. whom sh lovea. iv bee up and davutes his Ufa to saving hla bruthar. M'lMJVlC. a criminal, whe Is willing even te commit murder to obtain a fortune left tn trut tn a Hi '-Ulan bausrr, (1ASPAHUNK. who guards the fertsne a I an from the Mala Vita, with whom luudvvle Is In fau Ludovic Is slited by UL'VOTNR, the criminal who trained hint, whllo HOtHCofBAN. a former Ihlaf. aids Owirffi Two of tke thre hairs to tha fortun, 11. K and TINB, children In thlr teen a are rered from daath at Uuvojrtr hands by tleorsa but durlns a Blffht attars at-tars In Paris in which Lovodlo plana to kill 0nroB, ttiy aro raptnred alo by mardaiwre. I.adoVlr Intervenes between Ueorsaa and Ztau and tachs the girl to amok opium, brcaainc lata bar rvem while one is sndar I la intluence. CHAPTER LXIX. i THE DCCRCC OF FAITH. Rhe rang for Rvellne and told her: "If she asks for me I will not see Dim. do yon undsrstand? I will not ace hlm!" Though hs had mads no attempt that evening Zlzl was sure that his uncertainty uncer-tainty would be conquered and that some day be would come. The truth she would never tell him. Hhe would not set brother sgalnat brother. Innocent, Inno-cent, completely a victim though- shs was, shs would never have the frlpht-ful frlpht-ful courage to say to Georges: It is because of Tour brother's j crime that 1 cannot belong to you. Were It any other I would cry to you, Oo kill htm!' and happiness with you would be possible, for blood can wipe out these Infamies , . . but your brother! broth-er! . . , his death at your hands would only separate us the more widely." Hhe was thinking; only of the happiness happi-ness of Georges, planning only to pre- long, strong- teeth. From as far bacV aa he could remember he bad been the monkey of the circus. "I hiM anmethlna- venr serious tO talk to you about," said Zisl. "You can ask me anything you want. afadmole.l Zisl." said the clown In a voice whose sweetness was not ths leant surprise In this strange person. There followed a long- conversation between the girl end the "monekey." And when Jock went out Eveline was struck by his startled air. by his little round ayes blinking- with tears. Jock came back an hour later with a package under his arm. Ziit took him to her dreatnff room, and there he shut himself up. Two days before Zlrzt had passed hours pre vine; that Ooorges would come. Today the name hours rolled by to find her In mortal fright. And then suddenly, when ths shadows of evening; eve-ning; were falling over Paris. Eveline burst Into her room startled, alarmed. "Mademoiselle," ths fir! cried. "I tried to stop hi in. but he pushed me hack; he Is like a madman. He says hs will come in. anyway. And here he tn. mademoiselle." Zisl bowed before fate. Rhe knew that no pain now would he spared her. She had been sure that despite everything every-thing he would come. And here he was. Pale, swaying. Georges stopped In the doorway of the salon as he saw Zisl. He dared not take another step-Tomorrow step-Tomorrow Georges R eves Is the Truth. (Copyright, lttl. by the Wheeler Syndicate. Inc.) veoi niw surreri nr. And this Is the way tarr thought! Tan : What did It matter what happened to her? ir she was able still to cherish deep in her own heart the passionate tenderness that was her life, if she II need not forget Georges T But he must forget Zisl! She with her own hands must tear her image from his heart. Rhe did not seek to make Georges an- ry with her love for her, and hate, linked by Jealousy, are so nearly aliks that they often are confused- But scorn ! Rao shrank before the thought that came to her. Hhe preferred that Georges should hats ber. Insult her, outrage her but not scorn! "If hv hates me he may love me again. While if he acorns me he will never love me more. Rhe got tip quickly and wrote a note to Dlrko which she sent by Eveline, and dressing rapidly, waited anxiously for the answer. Eveline came back, but not drone. A strange flgmre accompanied her, Jock, one of the clowns of the circus, whom Zisl had ssked for In her letter. H was a ml grown Uttle man. no burger than a child, wtth long arms that hung down to his knees. In ths circus hs played the role of a monkey. His head and face hsd sn expression, a grimace of astonishment, of mischievous wisdom wis-dom thst was literally monkey-like, with bis little round lively eyes, hla narrow retreating forehead, his flat nose and protrudngJawL showlng;fais Zlzl wag alone, grown nlrl. hnlf mad. trembling with fright. Propped on her eibows as she came out of her nightmares, her mouth bore an lmlescrlbsbls expression of disgust, snd from time to time with ft mechanical mechan-ical gesture shs raised a handkerchief to her Hps. No one would havs recognised her. These were no longer the smiling lips of Zisl, no longer the lovely clear eyea of the Innocent child. This was no longer the alert body over which a fragile grace was csst like ft delicate veil. This was not the pure forehead where no wrinkle of rare had appeared until she began to deapalr of Georges. It wss another person, one who had nothing In common with Zisl. For ft long time her eyes stared vacantly Into space. Hhe wss broksn In the hugs torture of her life's shipwreck. A terrible mask spread over Zlst's features ss if soms sculptor of Infernal genius had modeled It tn the likeness of hsr pretty face, and yet left nothing; noth-ing; of that which ones made It beautiful beauti-ful and attractive. It waa a mask of hate and vengeance. It waa ft hate requiring that shs devote her life tilt, ti-lt, to hste and to punish. Ths Zisl of sweetness and tenderness tender-ness was dead. Hhs spent this whole first day In ob-stlnats, ob-stlnats, strsnge silence, as if she heard nothinc. Eveline was terrified. With surrow ahe had seen the opium habit Invade Zixl's loneliness. Now she mur-, mured timidly, begging for permission to destroy the smoking things. Zisl seemed to hesr. Opium! Now shs understood why, wtth what abominable purpose, she had been led to this trap by him who had counseled her to forget. for-get. She bowed her head and aaid. "Bum them!" Towards evening Eveline csme again ' and recounted Joyfully how she bad smashed and twisted ths smoking equipment snd thrown wide ths windows win-dows to air the room. Then shs said hesitatingly: "I have a strange confidence confi-dence to make to madams. Zlst said nothing, so she went on: "Since noon there haa been ft man In the street who has never left the front of the house. When first I saw him 1 thought It was Monaleur Ludovlc, but sinew the other day ... I don't know. Zisl raised her head. The girl had to tell It twice before shs understood her. Then she shivered wtth despair. "Is he still therpf Look!" Evelins hslf opened the window and leaned csrefuy out. "He Is always there. If mademoiselle wants to be sure . . . Looking liks ft ghost Zisl stepped forward and held back the curtain la her Icy hands. Though her heart best curiously her blood eeemed fro sen, and she groaned: "It Is eorges-"laude ! " Bhe fell back Into an armchair, pale, her teeth chattering. She could hardly hard-ly muster voice to dismiss Evelina. 8he had need to be alone In order to think, for Georges' presence so near at hand presented her with a terrible dilemma, fcthe had need of calm to think thla out. yet convulsions swept ever her, shaking ber from head to foot. If she wlahed she had only to send Eveline to him. snd in a few momenta he would be there on his knees, loving, passionate. Yesterday she had beaged hira to come, shs hsd called him to her with all her strength. But today tf suddenly he hsd appeared before her. surprising her in this anguish, she would havs died of terror and despair. What could his presence mean but thst hs hsd never ceased to love ber. thst he had not received the letter Zisl had confided to Ludovlc, because Ludo-vic Ludo-vic was already making his own plana? How could she receive him; what could she tell hlro sfter this crime? She longed to cry out to him: "Never! never! Go away! Forget! For jou I am dead: t |