We NortheJim ors as a rule are not, much affected by this sort of appeal, and my mother hap pened to be alive. But when ho shrieked in my ears that, the woman was a mur deress —that she had killed a man—l paused. There are occasions when chi valry becomes in itself a crime. I per mitted him to draw me back to the head of the staircase. “The dark procession emerged from the gloom of the corridor into the broad illumination of the staircase. It de scended slowly, and as it wound down the sides of (lie well I witnessed a sight which imprinted itself in indelible lines on my memory. In the midst of the uni formed gendarmerie walked, or rather tottered, a woman, half supported, half held captive, by two tall officers who drew her forcibly along by the arms. As they turned the bend of the staircase I saw her face to face. Imagine the pale agonised face of a suffering martyr set in a frame of ebon black hair and re lieved only by great hashing dark eyes and singularly red lips. which wore thrown up with extraordinary insistence by the ashy pallor of her complexion. Her eyes met mine with a prayer that thrilled me to the soul. 1 lost all thought of prudence.” Lady Caro drew a sharp breath. “ What did you do V” " I flung myself after the face fitar had bewitched me. only to be seized, half throttled, and violently thrown down by the landlord and servants, who were beside themselves with fear of the consequences of such an attempt in their hotel.” Lady (;aro*s eyes assumed a far-off dreamy look. Her soul hung on her lips, but, with a curious duality of power, which is one of the privileges of her sex. her thoughts lingered on the scene which had been described to her -tite face which must have been so exactly like her own, and rite mad. hero-like enthusiasm of the man who was ready to throw away all for its sake. She sighed at the thought that uo man had ever shown a desire to risk all for her. “ Did you see her again T” she lu ll uired. “ I devoted my life to her,” said Colonel Fitz Dominick with passionate intensity. 