"Precious dead he would be yours; living she would win him from you," whispered the tempter, and she turned away muttering, "It is too late. No one could save her now." CHAPTER IX. A FAITHFUL FRIEND. "I am mad! The torture of unnumbered hours is o'er, The strong cord is broken, and my heart Riots in free delirium! Oh, Heaven! I struggled with it, but it mastered me! I fought against it, but it beat me down! I prayed, I wept, but Heaven was deaf to me, And every tear rolled backward on my heart, To blast and poison!"--GEORGE HENRY BOKER. A crowd soon collected and the fire engines quickly came upon the scene. Streams of water began to play on the burning house, but to no avail. The fire had made too much headway to be checked now. The old ramshackle building was doomed. In the large crowd that had collected were two very elegant-looking young men--Earle Winans and Lord Chester. The two young men, although acquainted but a few days, had become fast friends. It was the nobleman's deep solicitude over the fate of Precious that had first drawn Earle toward him. Lord Chester's services were always ready in any new plan for finding Precious; he was as eager as Earle himself in the search. The Winans family believed that all this zeal was for the sake of Ethel, whom the nobleman had seemed to admire so much that gossip said he would certainly make her Lady Chester at no distant date. So Earle had taken the handsome young nobleman warmly into his heart and confidence. They had been walking together that chilly afternoon, several blocks away from the place, when the light of the burning building drew them to follow the crowd to the spot. They arrived but a few moments after Ethel had turned away from the dreadful scene, hardening her jealous heart against the voice of accusing conscience, and answering to its reproaches: "I tried to save her, and it was through her own cowardice she perished." When her brother and Lord Chester came on the scene they heard some one saying: "There is a dog shut up in that house. Hear his frightful baying!" They could hear it distinctly, the prolonged mournful howls, and it seemed as if the sounds came from an open window. "The window is open. Why don't the foolish animal come out?" cried Earle Winans, and just then the streams of water playing on the side of the wall cleared away the smoke a little, and the animal was seen a moment dimly, then with another howl he fell back into the room. "He is bewildered and afraid to jump," cried a fireman, as poor Kay's dismal wails came distinctly to the ears of the crowd. "Perhaps there is some person in the room, and he is too faithful to desert his post. Dogs are often more faithful than friends. Put up a ladder, and I will go and see," exclaimed Lord Chester suddenly.