CHAPTER LXII St. Leon Le Roy—what had brought him here at this moment of all others? What strange trick did fate mean to play her in thus...

CHAPTER LXI Contrary to her usual habit, and to humor a caprice of Mrs. Wentworth's, Laurel decided to make her appearance in the hotel...

CHAPTER LX Mrs. Wentworth and Mr. Gordon were not the only persons at the seaside who suspected that Mrs. Lynn was other than she seemed....

CHAPTER LIX Was it chance or fate that brought Mr. Gordon down, a few weeks later, to consult with Mrs. Lynn about the publication of her...

CHAPTER LVIII Laurel had left Belle Vue in a sudden panic of fear and dread. She was afraid that her bold denial of her identity would...

CHAPTER LVII It was a long while before Laurel recovered her calmness. She had been severely shaken by her interview with Mr. Le Roy. She...

CHAPTER LVI There was a moment of the most utter silence while St. Leon Le Roy's wild, appealing words died upon the stillness of the...

CHAPTER LV Laurel felt a dreary kind of pleasure in hearing her husband ascribe to her the only real happiness of his life. It was some...

CHAPTER LIV St. Leon Le Roy threw himself down on the green turf at Mrs. Lynn's feet, and resting his arm on his wife's grave, leaned his...

CHAPTER LIII Tomorrow came—one of the fairest of summer days, with a sea-blue sky and the most golden sunshine and most fragrant flowers....

CHAPTER LII Mr. Le Roy led his beautiful guest to the library and placed a chair beside the table where he usually sat to read. Laurel...

CHAPTER LI A few days later Mr. Ford brought his niece and her son to call at Eden. The brilliant writer looked very elegant and...

CHAPTER L St. Leon Le Roy and his mother had a very quiet drive homeward. Both were busy with their own thoughts. The lady leaned back...

CHAPTER XLIX Carlyle Ford went up to the beautiful woman and took her cold trembling hands gently in his. She was as pale as death, and...

CHAPTER XLVIII "Laurie! Laurie! come and carry my flowers for me!" called a voice. It was sweet and clear as a chime of silver bells, but...

CHAPTER XLVII "I want that rose so much, I would take the world back there to the night When I saw it blush in the grass, to touch It...

CHAPTER XLVI Ill news flies apace. It was not long before Beatrix Wentworth, leisurely reading her New York paper in London, came upon...

CHAPTER XLV Alone and without references, Laurel did not find it easy to secure respectable lodgings in the city. She thought of...

CHAPTER XLIV Laurel had left her veil and gloves on the bank of the river with a deliberate purpose. She desired that her angry,...

CHAPTER XLIII Mlle. Marie was very glad to get away from attendance on her mistress for a few hours. There is nothing happens in the...