"Do not deny it--I can see that you are speaking falsely," she said. "You can not deny it in the face of the jewelers' assertion. Perhaps you have sold them to get money to go on with your dissipated habits. Listen: I will give you one week in which to return the diamonds, or four thousand dollars in lieu of them." She paused, and he muttered another disclaimer, but Kathleen persisted: "I can not afford to lose the small fortune that is all that remains to me of my father's gifts for a scruple of pity to those who have been pitiless to me. So unless you return the jewels or their value in a week's time, I shall hand you over to the law." With a heightened color she took the old man's arm. "Come, Uncle Ben, let us go," she said, and swept from the room with the air of a dethroned princess, Uncle Ben following humbly in her wake. Jones let her out with an air of distinct approval, having hovered near the library door and heard all that transpired within. Kathleen, going down the steps with her shabby, newly found relative, came face to face with a man going up--Ralph Chainey. A start on either side, a cold, stiff bow, then Kathleen stepped into the carriage and sunk half-fainting against the cushions. "Who was that, my dear?" inquired her uncle, observing her agitation. Kathleen stifled a sob, and answered: "It was Ralph Chainey, the great actor." "Um-hum! I have heard of him. But what made you feel so bad at seeing him, honey?" "Oh! uncle, I used to love him, and expected to marry him; but, alas! that is all over now," sighed the young girl; and there came into her mind some of the words of Laura Jean Libbey's sweet, sad song: "Lovers once, but strangers now, Though pledged by many a tender vow; Still I'd give the world to be All that I was once to thee." She leaned her bright head lovingly against the old man's kindly shoulder and sobbed out all the pain in her heart. "Tell me all about it, dearie," said the old farmer, gently. But Kathleen's heart was too full. The sight of her handsome, perjured lover, fascinating Ralph Chainey, was too much for her. Her tears flowed unrestrainedly until Mrs. Stone's house was reached. But here Kathleen's uncle decidedly declined her invitation to enter. "No, honey; not just now. I'm shabby looking by the side of fine city folks, and I'll go and buy me some better clothes--a new hat and a white shirt--then to-morrow I'll come back here and see your friend and yourself," he replied, and left her at the door. Kathleen told her friend all about the morning's events, and received her very sincere sympathy. "I always felt that those Carews were mean, especially Ivan," she said. "But, never mind, dearie. When your uncle comes to-morrow we will make him remain for a long visit." CHAPTER XLI. RALPH'S LETTER.