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Cromwell Argus, Volume XLIII, Issue 2338, 3 February 1913, Page 2

"Her uncle, I repeat, was a clever man. Emulate his example, my dear baronet. Do as he did—try foul means if fair will not answer. Solitary confinement will have the same wholesome effect upon the daughter it had upon the mother, solitary enough and dreary enough

for any prison, Mrs. Galbraith says. Take- her down there ; keep her there until she yields." "Lord Monta'.icn, it cannot be done. She is obstinate, and as cunning a s a demon. We might keep her shut up there for months and she would not yield, and what would the world say ?" 'What will the world say when I discover Lady Charteris's hidinghold ? What will the world .ay when the i-onspiracy of the lata Geoffrey Lyndith comes to light ?"

"A conspiracy in which 1 had no part." Lord Montalicn smiled grimly.

"Robert Lisle was in the church upon the day of youi marriage, and you saw him face to face Six o'clock." He paused until the last chime vibrated, and then arose. "'I will not detain you from your needful rest a moment longer, Sir Vane. You will think over this matter, and will do as 1 suggest, X am sure. Bring all the influence you and your sister possess to bear upon this wilful girl ; Ist fair mean' be tried until patience ceases to he a virtue. Then take her to 'The Firs.' I will go with you ; nighi and day I shall plead my suit, until, as constant dropping wears a stone, she yields at length." The baronet arose, too. The daylight stealing through the curtains and struggling with the was lit'his, fell pale on their pale faces. "Lord Mmtalicn why do you wish sa strongly t 0 marry this girl ?" "Rather a delicate question. Because I love her, of course. You don't believe that? Well, here's fid other reason for you—l want to marry her because T want to marry her ! She hates mc, she scorns me. Let her ! I shall tame that pride yet, bring her to her knees, humble her to the dust. T love her, I ad mire her, and I hate her altogether T am determined to marry her in spite of fate, in spite of herself. Sir Vane Charteris, I wish you good morning " CHAPTER XIX. "' A NEW WAY TO PAY OLD DEBTS." It was the 20th December. Francis, Lord Montalicn, rose from tho luxurious dinner in his bachelor apartments, prepared by a first-rate French artist, and walked into h ; s reception-room.

His lordship was dressed in deep mourning, but in his gleaming eyes an exultant ligut. of joy and triumph

"Everything triumphs with me," he cried—"everything ! When Paulina is my wife I shall have nothing left to wish for ! Her beauty, and her devilish pi'idc and pluck and obstinacy, have bewiched my sen-es I believe I would marry her if she had not one farthing. 1 shall prosper in my love as I have prospered in my hate. Ah, my brilliant beauteous Guy Earlscourt, how is it with you now !"

He paced up .and down the exquisite room, that diabolical smile of exultation still wreathing his thin, sinister lips. He had but come ftom a funeral a few hours before—the funeral of his rich grand aunt, Miss Farlscourt. After the funeral the will had been read in the lawyer's office, the will that, to the utter amaze of everybody save the lawyer and legatee, left every shilling she possessed to her elder nephew, Lord MontaUen. Guy had been cut off without a guinea to buy a mourning ring, "for his ev'il courses" —the will pointedly said the shameful courses—which, for the first time had brought disgrace upon the name of ISarlscourt.

In that hour of triumph the elder brother had cast, in spite of himself, one. glance of triumph at the disinherited favourite. Guy stood perfectly calm—it was his death-warrant he heard read ; not a muscle moved—his handsome face looked as serenely, as coolly indifferent as though he had half a million or so at his banker's. And Lord Montalkn had set h'is teeth, with an inward oath ; lie could not conquer him—in the hour of his dov.nfall he rose above him still.

"And now for Berkeley-square and Paulina !" exclaimed Lord MontaUen, taking up his great-coat. 'We will sec what frame of mind that obstinate little beauty is in to-night." But he was not to go yet. (To be Continued.)