Warana, who had re covered, dragged herself to the door, and there, pale as a ghost, fell on her knees by Mrs. Graham. "Myson, my Bon, my lost son I" moaned Mis. Graham, " it ia finished. 01 my God, nay God, have mercy! pity a mother in her

agoiij I Remember Thy mother's urguish "•hen Thou wast cruoifiei upon ;he nooursed tree. My son, my son ! J^ " Mother," said Victor, who, by one of those mighty efforts that were within the power of bis great will, had once more assumed a calm demeanour; "be not afraid; all this is nothing. It is but the determined effort of a relentless enemy— of Longslght—who has never forgiven my taking Alice from him. I will yet confound them." " escape," suddenly exclaimed Warana, a gleam of hope illuminating her face, and an almost rosy glow coming to her cheeks; " you will leave here to-night and fly to other lands, where the talons of the law do not reach. And I will go with you, Victor; where you go I will go, your country will be my country, my life will be dedicated to you. I care not what you are. I love you." " And I will for ever pray for you, son of my heart," said Mrs. Graham. " I will intercede day and night at the Throne of Grace for my darling, my only son. O ! Father of aU, hear a mother's prayer; save hitn, save him, that he may repent 1" "This is love," said Victor, clasping his hands. "lam not worthy of it." As he spoke his voice trembled, his eyes glowed, not with the magnetic light of yore, but with bright tears. But, remembering his position, and once more mastering his emotion, Victor took the hands of his mother and betrothed and raised them up. "Dear ones," he said, in that old, sweet, low tone of his that no one could resist, " let this agitating scene end. I require a short time lo rest and consider what is to be done—whether T should face the accu sation or seek safety by flight. Mother, Warana, be not afraid; I will escape." There was a strange inflection in his voice as he said this. 