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- “THE MARK OF. CAIN,”
SATURDAY,
©r, The Heiress of Claremont Hall.
“BY LIBBIE SPRAGUE PHILLIPS.
baby’s. sake ano
He would Blake was d
vith a
he fell back upon puzzled Agnes greatly.
: “hi
on a Yow couch by aw indow nay tne, still,
was
pal
"Care for for my iby promise, aulek~T
jong, aub urn bair lay ina ‘inpling mass
Cay Agnes,
there Js much that | I aul tell “you, and, ‘T
Then as Agnes wound-her arms around the
pd:
you.
, you will love and care for my Dick! poor unfortunate brother!
laid one ey Sasrlan, I will
2 heavenly smile.
nd as s
ing infant ‘Which Ix
top:
narried just ‘one until Iong years after did A,
the secret the dying girl had tried t
meant—but. w ?
That unanswered question he
e Titted the litte
r mother’s
what a hame would have
nd that une
eyes to fill with tear:
tom of humanity f
arms and realiz
ed
meant to the Innocent child;
answered gues| tion was
y years sto come, and cause her
ing
in a distant city. She had, during ‘the. year,
written often to her parents,
1 her letters mentioned her ma
not until a week ago whe
, be nameless,
gnes Claremont
ba—
She tried to speak again
nd after a mighty effort s A
is pe The words died avy
je her, She’ drew
other quivering breath, and then—
her
en she had susidenty
come home ill unto death, did they dream
» her lite might be spared of he + being @
"all
he neighbors. shook
their heads when
she refused to make known her husband’s
name.
WT he fame old s
during the year of her
sband
he tert hin The
questions they asked
hey 8: “If she
were really mmared, ‘ny should “her hus-
< band’s 1 be Al as these
words fell on the care, ot the wretched girl,
turned her face to the wall
to ‘say. another word éoncerning, h
“Was hey
land refused
life
of her head fad been thelr only an-
Ou ute she came to realize that she must
rey ld, she had tried to reveal t
and genes eran to realize that die ‘and ‘eave her child alone in a merciless
promise was a do the Ras or girl any ecret of
se
$ birth to her one true friend, but death
er eae haa claimed her
closed the
loved and his wife, the parents of the dead girl,
were sitting lone in their .
“ Liss Agnes, to
in ro he poor
our aby and "1 wiil, Marian, my old mother, as_she tools th ‘baby from
Agne es’ arms. “I do not know
ome of this child, Crippled as . am with
The “tace of the dying girl lighted up with teeummacien I cannot possibly care for
it,
Blal
in‘ver bands into a chair and buried hei
der, a torrent of sobs broke from her aching
art,