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The advertisement duly appeared in the leading New York papers, but as the days passed, all hope that she would be able to find Margaret was abandoned. In the third day after Hubert Varrick's departure, a long letter came for her. "What do you think I have for you, Miss Bain?" said the nurse. "Has the the letter come that Mr. Varrick said he would write?" she asked, eagerly.
"It seems to me that I should insist upon proof positive ay, proof beyond any possibility of doubt that my first wife was dead ere I contracted a second alliance," remarked Frazier, quite significantly. "Mr. Varrick believes that he has this, I understand," said the minister, gravely.
What if he should have asked the girl where she was going, and learn that she had been sent by her so long a distance, and in the deep snow, on such a trifling errand! The girl might tell it out of pure spite. Laughing lightly, Rosamond shook off this fear. She had never seen a man whom she liked as well as she liked Hubert Varrick.
"She has not been plunged into gloom yet, mother." "If she could marry well while she is with us, it would be a great thing for her," went on Mrs. Varrick. "Don't you think she is rather young yet? What is your opinion about that, mother?" "It is best for a poor girl to marry as soon as a good offer presents itself, I believe.
He found himself in the library, and had just time to dodge behind a jardinière on a heavy, square pedestal, which was placed in a recess in the wall, when Hubert Varrick entered. He was followed a moment later by his mother. He heard him talk over his future plans for the coming marriage on the morrow, and a great wonder filled his mind. Had not Gerelda seen him yet?
"I have been searching for you for some time, Hubert, to tell you our darling Gerelda is home once more. It was only by the merest chance that some one saw you enter this hotel and told me. I will be back in one minute, depend upon it," said Maillard, seizing his hat and flying out of the door without waiting for a reply. In fact, Varrick could not have made him any had his life depended on it.
Please read it yourself, Mr. Varrick." "Suppose you tell me the substance of it, and that will save me reading it," he said. "Oh, I can do that. There isn't so much to tell. It's about a fire last night on one of the little islands in the St. Lawrence. No doubt you have heard of the place Wau-Winet Island. The mysterious stone house that was on it has been burned to the ground.
Closing the door gently after her, the great heiress tiptoed her way down the wide hall like a thief in the night, her footfalls making no sound on the velvet carpet. Jessie's was the last door at the end of the corridor. Miss Duncan knew this well. But before she had gained it she saw Mrs. Varrick leave her room and step to Jessie's. She remembered Mrs. Varrick did not like the girl.
"Well, well what a marvelous story!" declared the landlady; and her opinion of Jessie Bain went up forthwith instead of being lowered, as Rosamond calculated it would be. "The idea of an adventuress daring to attempt to capture Hubert Varrick!" the girl cried. "That is the point I want you to see. I have a great plan," continued Rosamond.
This was hastily complied with, and she saw standing before her two officers of the law. "Oh, sir!" she gasped, "take me to Hubert Varrick at once, or it will be too late to save him!" "We are here for that very purpose," answered one of them. "We know all.
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