“The beautiful Miss De Latour, whom all the men in the city are wildly in love with.” “How do you know?” “Because from the first moment I saw you I loved you, and I have time and again sought to win a glance from you, and only yesterday did you favor me with a smile, as I rode by your house; or was I mistaken, and the smile but the reflex of some pleasant thought?” “Señor Marvin, you are mistaken, for I am not Celeste de Latour, the loveliest and richest girl in the city.” “Not Miss De Latour? Surely you are not deceiving me?” “No, you are deceiving me, señor, in telling another that you love her, _for I am your wife, Austin Marvin_!” With dexterous hand, she unmasked the man and herself at the same instant, revealing the faces of the Cavalier of the Rio Grande and Nina de Sutro. “My God! Nina, you here?” gasped the man, his face turning livid in the moonlight. “Yes, Austin Marvin, I am here on your track. I loved you, my hero among men, with all my heart and soul. Believing you an honorable man, I fled from the convent with you, to become your wife, though a mere girl. “After a few short months you tired of me, because you knew that I would not get my fortune until I was twenty-one. Then you deserted me in a strange land; but I followed you, after reading your cruel note, and I have found you here after a long and weary search, here, breathing words of love, as you supposed, to another woman. “But, Austin, my husband, I will forgive all if you will go with me from here, for in a few short years I will be in possession of my riches.” Quickly came the answer of the man: “You have conquered, Nina, and if you will forgive me I will go with you.” “Come, for I forgive all,” was the happy answer. One week later Nina de Sutro wrote the following letter, addressed to an army officer who was her guardian, and who had married her kinswoman: “I have given you great distress of mind and heart, and yet love was my guide, and I believed I acted for the right in leaving the convent to wed the man whom I met under strange circumstances, and who once more crossed my path to command me as he might a slave. “I have lived in a few short months my romance, burned the candle to the end, and am a deserted wife, finding that I married one who was a villain, one who sought me alone for my riches, and finding that I could not, until twenty-one years of age, control my fortune, fled from me, leaving me alone in a strange city. “I tracked him, found him making love to another, forgave him all, and lo! once more he deserted me, this time taking my money and my jewels, and in my despair I wish to hide the grave in my heart from all except you, to whom I now make this confession, and the Mother Superior of the convent, to whom I shall at once return, begging her to receive me once more as a pupil, as my elopement was not known, it being said that I had been called suddenly home to the United States.