Her voice rose to a shrill wavering scream as she said this. She dropped Alma’s hand and ran with faltering, stumbling steps towards a divan on which lay the form of a man whose black beard and moustache were thickly clotted with blood. She stopped and bent over it for a moment, then she raised herself and faced them with her hands locked in her hair and the light of frenzied insanity blazing in her eyes. “No! No!” she cried in a voice, half a scream and half a wail, that rang weirdly through the great chamber. “He is dead still and that is only his ghost. Oh, Alan, my love, Alan! Why could I not die with you? Curse the hand that wounded you. Curse”-- In the one syllable her voice died away from a scream to a whisper, and at the same instant the paralysis, which had already smitten her once, laid its swift icy hand on her heart and brain. She swayed to and fro for a moment and then fell forward across the corpse of the man whose love for her had plunged the world into madness on the eve of its doom. “What an awful end!” gasped Alma, shuddering in the close embrace she had sought in Alan’s arms. “And yet, Alan, she loved you to the end through all. That love for you was the one true thing in her life, and for its sake I will say God forgive her! Come, let us go!” THE END. MORRISON AND GIBB, PRINTERS, EDINBURGH. * * * * * Now ready, Eighth Edition, price 6s. post free, _With numerous Illustrations by Fred. T. Jane and Edwin S. Hope_, THE ANGEL OF THE REVOLUTION. A TALE OF THE COMING TERROR. BY GEORGE GRIFFITH. In this Romance of Love, War, and Revolution, the action takes place ten years hence, and turns upon the solution of the problem of aerial navigation, which enables a vast Secret Society to decide the issue of the coming world-war, for which the great nations of the earth are now preparing. Battles such as have hitherto only been vaguely dreamed of are fought on land and sea and in the air. Aerial navies engage armies and fleets and fortresses, and fight with each other in an unsparing warfare, which has for its prize the empire of the world. Unlike all other essays in prophetic fiction, it deals with the events of to-morrow, and with characters familiar in the eyes of living men. It marks an entirely new departure in fiction, and opens up possibilities which may become stupendous and appalling realities before the present generation of men has passed away. _A FEW PRESS OPINIONS._ “Since the days of the Arabian Nights’ Entertainments, we know of no writer who ‘takes the cake’ like Mr. George Griffith.”--_Daily Chronicle._ “A really exciting and sensational romance.”--_Literary World._ “As a work of imagination it takes high rank.”--_Belfast News Letter._ “Full of absorbing interest.”--_Barrow Herald._ “This powerful story.”--_Liverpool Mercury._ “An entirely new departure in fiction.”--_Reynolds’ Newspaper._ “Of exceptional brilliancy and power.”--_Western Figaro._