CHAPTER LXVIII St. Leon Le Roy lay among the lace-fringed pillows of his luxurious bed that morning alone and lonely. It was a beautiful...

CHAPTER LXVII In five weeks after that tragedy at the seashore Laurel announced her intention of returning to Belle Vue. She had...

CHAPTER LXVI Beatrix did not know how to refuse the mother's prayer. She knew that Laurel's heart was yearning for the child, and she did...

CHAPTER LXV And Laurel? Full of wonder and pity and sympathy, they lifted the golden head from Le Roy's breast and bore her away. No one...

CHAPTER LXIV "You have died for me!" the stricken wife repeated, and then, overcome with horror, she knelt down beside the dead man, and...

CHAPTER LXIII Mr. Le Roy and Laurel had indeed gone out upon the shore. He had invited her to do so, and she had complied, for she was...

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...