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Show Dorothy Ingledew's Revenge. The harvest moon ciimbed slowly up the cloudless sky, shining white and clear on the sleeping town at Tun-bridge Tun-bridge Wells. The silence of night was on the sleeping town. Two women, closely cloaked, qrept stealthily along, the elder remonstrating. . "It's a great ri3k you fun, mistress," she whispered. "If you fear to come with me, Betty, I go alone." "Nay, madam, my fears are not for myself. I know my place better than to leave my mistress alone to meet wild Sir Harry Fortescue." Meanwhile naninc slnwlv hart-warrta der that I might be able to keep my vow." "Tragedy becomes you,' madam," he said, mockingly. "But why talk of killing when you know that your eyes have already mortally wounded me?" "Will you cease this foolish talk? Do you still think that love brought me here tonight? I have to avengo the honor of my name. It shall not suffer for want of female kin." Madam, what folly is this? How cat I fight a woman?" ; She unclasped .her cloak and -threw it from her as, the maid "approached and handed her two foils. "I came prepared; you see. Sir Harry," she said, as she carefully measured the foils to see that they were of equal length. "Now, sir, choose your foil and take your stand "This is midsummer madness, Indeed! In-deed! Mistress March, or IngledeW.il it pleases you better. And though it and forwards in the shadow cast by high banks half hidden by brambles, a man waited their approach. As the women .came into sight he advanced to meet them. "It is but five minutes by the clock since I came, madam, yet I dare swear that the moments have been leaden-footed leaden-footed as so many hours. The post-chaise post-chaise waits for us in yonder hollow, and we have many miiles to go before dawn." "The chaise can .wait," she said. "I seek a word with you" first, sir!" "A thousand, as you will, sweetheart! sweet-heart! But can you not say them as we drive?" , The moonlight fell full on the group, as the woman stopped and threw back her hood, and it shone on her pale, set face. Seeing it, Sir Harry faltered and tapped uneasily on the lid of his snuffbox. It did not seem much like the look to be expected on the face of a romantic girl who had so easily fallen fall-en in with his suggestion of a runa- way match. .,. , .: . "Now," she' said. "I will tell you may be pretty fooling when so fair a lady plays part in it, I like it not." "Will you choose a foil?" "No, madam." "Coward!'" She held a foil by the fcilt now, and at the word struck him lightly across the face .with the flat oi the blade. . His face was'white with anger, save where a red line showed where Jier blow had fallen, "Had a man struck that blow he would not have seen tomorrow's sun! But a woman is privileged to some extent. ex-tent. I will fence With you, madam, since you insist, and when you are disarmed dis-armed I will take my revenge in kisses." The moon flung their shadows on the ground in grotesque - confusion-, and glittered on the blades of the foils as. they thrust and parried. She fenced with care and skill that come -of long, practice. ' .. At first the man- carelessly parried her thrusts, laughing and jesting-ar; the strange fate which led him, a noted duelist, to - cross swords with 'a woman. But by ; degrees the jest and laugh died on' his lips, and" his gaze remained fixed on sbmething'over Dorothy's Do-rothy's shoulder. It may have been fancy, or the flicker of the moonlight on his adversary's uncovered hair, but he thought the face of Winifred looked over her sister's shoulder. ', He began to falter, and a . lunge Dorothy made remained unparried. "Winnie!" he cried, and as the cry left his lips Dorothy pierced his heart. He stumbled; then fell at her feet. For a moment she stood aghast at the fulfillment of her vow; then, flinging away the foil, she knelt at his side. . His eyes opened and as they fell upon Dorothy the mocking smile struggled again to " the. white lips. There was no sound but his gasping breath. His eyes opened again. "Forgive!" he gasped. His head fell back, and Sir Harry Fortescue was dead. why I let you think that I would many you in secret, and also why the chaise will not be needed tonight. You vu'xiuy uung nerseu on tne body End kissed the lips again and again, weeping bitterly. Her maid tried to draw her away. "Let me be!" she sobbed. "Let me be! O, my love, my love! - I thought there was room for nothing in my heart but hate, and I killed him killed him. But I shall love him till I die!" "Mistress, you forget," pleaded Betty. Bet-ty. "The watch will be here with the day." nave Known me as Dorothy March, sir; know me now as Dorothy Ingledew sister to the man you ruined, and whose patrimony you stole, and to the woman whose heart you broke." He scanned the eager face with some curiosity now. So this explained the haunting idea that there was something some-thing forgotten which the sight of Dorothy stirred within him. He could see now the resemblance between the slender, fair-haired Winifred Ingledew he had tired of and deserted when he luuna ii so easy to get the Ingledew money from her weak spendthrift brother without cumbering himselt with a wife, and this dark beauty, who had so unexpectedly become his accuser. ac-cuser. "I stole nothing. Your brother if brother of yours he was lost it to me in play. He lost and I won; it is the way of the world, Miss Dorothy." "He was a boy. You took advantage of his youthful folly. My sister loved you; you forsook her when she no longer had gold to tempt youJ He He3 In his dishonored grave; she pined away and 'died broken hearted. You .1 - j - Dorothy shuddered and allowed Betty to wrap the cloak around her. The waitinig woman gave a last searching glance round to make sure that they had left nothing ,to betray them, and then with the foils hidden under her cloak, led her mistress away. The pride and fire that had sustained the girl during the night had gone, and she was now all weakness and timidity, timid-ity, obliged to lean heavily on her maid's shoulder, and a brain numbed to all but the one thought that, in avenging her sister's wrongs, she had killed her own lover. His death was already avenged. Penny Pictorial Magazine. . v.i.cu mem uuiu, sou i vowea to kill you in turn. That is why I came to the Wells with my godmother, whose name I have borne since she took me to live with her; and I let you thfnk that I would run away with you in or- Of course every girl is said to be popular, but not one girl in fifty knows what it is to have two invitations for I the same event. |