I have met you since, have asked and wish you to be my wife,'-- and so we made it up, and I promised not to speak of my rival.

Pleasant predicament, I am in, but I'll worm it out of him yet.
I'll haunt him with her dead body." * * * * * "Oh, mother," and Hugh gasped for breath.

"Is Ad--can she be anything to us?
Is my blood in her veins ?" "Yes, Hugh, she's your half-sister.

Forgive me that I made her so," and the poor mother wept over the heartless girl.

"But go on," she whispered.