"Bless me! I shall be late!" declared her uncle, putting on his hat and hurrying from the room. She never remembered what he said as he passed out of the room. Her heart, ay, her very soul, was engrossed in the printed lines before her. In startling headlines she read the words: "A NOTABLE MARRIAGE IN HIGH LIFE--MR. HUBERT VARRICK AND MISS NORTHRUP WEDDED AT LAST." Then followed an account of the grand ceremony; of a mansion decorated with roses; a description of the marriage; the elaborate wedding-breakfast served in a perfect bower of orchids and ferns; and then the names of the guests, who numbered nearly a thousand. Jessie Bain never finished the article. With a bitter cry she fell face downward on the floor in a deep swoon. It was an hour or more ere she returned to consciousness. With trembling hands the girl tore the newspaper clipping into a thousand shreds, lest her eyes should ever fall on it again. "He is married--married!" she murmured; and the words seemed to fall like ice upon her heart. How strange it seemed! She remembered but too well the last time she had looked upon his face. Captain Carr did not come home for supper, and one of the neighboring women dropped in to tell Jessie that he might not get home until far into the night, for there had been a terrible accident on the river the evening before, and his services were needed there. Night came on, darkness settled down over the world; then one by one the stars came out, and a full moon rose clear and bright in the heavens. The sound of far-off strains of music and the echo of girlish laughter suddenly fell upon her ears. Then it occurred to her that it must be near midnight, that her companions of other days were in the midst of their Halloween games in the big house on the hill. Only the little brook at the rear of her uncle's garden separated the grounds. Some subtle instinct which she could not follow drew Jessie's steps to the brook. The moon for a moment was hidden behind a cloud, but suddenly it burst forth clear and bright in all its glory. For one brief instant the heart in her bosom seemed to stand still. Was she mad, or did she dream? Was it the figure of a man picking his way over the smooth white rocks that served as stepping-stones across the shallow stream, and coming directly toward her? Midway he paused, and looked toward the cottage and the light which she always placed in the window. Then the moon shone full upon his face, and Jessie Bain looked at him with eyes that fairly bulged from their sockets. His features were now clearly visible in the bright moonlight. It was Hubert Varrick in the flesh, surely, or his wraith! In that first rapid glance she seemed to live an age; then, for the second time that day, a merciful unconsciousness seized her. It was gray dawn when she regained her senses and crept back, terror-stricken, to the house.