u rush of dim and tangled impressions. He haiJ
time nor the jiower to unrawl them, bnt be felt that ll
truth at the core, Fullowing this conviction cumo
initiation to save her — yes ! save her at once. Thero
time to be lost. Tiberius was eighteen miles dhitant, nni] t1
ooulil not yot hava arrived there, lie ninxl follow ii
and overtake tbom,if i.-"*i1.lfi l- tV-m (liodepariuroof
Irum tha woat.
A STORT OF AMERICAN UFK. '209

Why was he delaying there? The ten minateB that he had
leen stucding, motionleBs, in the centre of the room, with the
lOte ia hU band, his eyes nicchnDically rending the two lines
over and over, nntil the first terrible chaos of his feelings sub-
lided, had lengthened themselves into hoars. Breaking the
peH at last, he drew a long breath, which resolved itself into
[ groan, and lifted his hend. The little looking-glass on the
inreaa was before him: moving a step nearer, he examined his
a face with a pitiful curiosity. It looked old and haggard ;
lie comers of his mouth were rigidly drawn and tightened, aod

e pinched nostrils twitched in spite of himself, but his eyea
were hard and dry.
"It don't make much difference in my looks, after all," he
■aid to himself, with a melancholy laugh ; and the next instant
' e eyes overflowed.
