mations of general pardon which I have seen, my

name, with a few of specially exoepted. The brothers hate me, as you know very well, Mrs. Gould; ami behold, here is the rumor of them having won a 'c. You say that, supposing it is true, I have plenty of time to run as The slight protesting murmur on the part of Mrs. Gould made him pause for a moment, while he looked at her with a sombre and resolute glance. "Ah, but I would, Mrs. Gould. I would run away if it served that which at prv; nt is my onl' I am courageous enough to say that, and to ,]<> it But women, even our women, are idealists. It is An- tonia that won't run away. A nov:l sort of vanity." "You call it vanity," said Mrs. Gould, in a shocked voice. "Say pride, then, which, Father Corbelan would tell you, is a mortal sin. But I am not proud. I am simply too much in love to run away. At the same I want to live. There is no love for a dead man. Therefore it is necessary that Sulaco should not rec- ognize the victorious Montero." "And you think my husband will give you his sup- port?" "I think he can be drawn into it, like all idealists, when he once sees a sentimental basis for his action. But I wouldn't talk to him. Merc clear facts won't Ippeal to his sentiment. It is much better for him to convince himself in his own way. And, frankly. I could not, perhaps, just now pay sufficient respect to

either his motives or even, perhaps, to yours, Mrs. Gould."