He bent and pressed his lips on her white brow and her soft curls, took a white rosebud from under her pulseless hand and placed it in his breast, then he was gone. Presently, when the excited villagers began filing in to look at the murdered girl, they saw a tear-drop that had fallen from his eyes glittering like a pearl on the bosom of her black silk dress. The little community was wild with horror and excitement at the finding of the murdered girl in their midst, and when it became known that she had been recognized as a great Boston heiress, the _furore_ became even greater. The telegraph wires flashed the news from town to city, and the newspapers that one day had chronicled the news of Kathleen's elopement, printed twenty-four hours afterward in flaring head-lines the awful story of her robbery and murder. Even Mrs. Carew, wicked as she was, paled to the lips as she read it, and Alpine fainted outright. Weak, selfish, cruel as the girl was, she had cared for Kathleen more than she knew. The girl's charms had won upon her, in spite of herself. "Good heavens! that actor, he has robbed and murdered her, the fiend!" Mrs. Carew cried, violently. "He is even worse than I thought!" "I do not believe it, mamma. There is some mistake--there must be. Ralph Chainey was a gentleman, and rich in his own right," Alpine answered, speaking the truth for once. Like every one else, she admired the young actor, and though his preference for Kathleen had angered her, she was not prepared to do him the flagrant injustice of believing him as wicked as her mother asserted. There was a moment's silence; then Mrs. Carew exclaimed, with a startled air: "Good heavens, Alpine! think what this means to us! Kathleen dead, the whole Carew fortune is ours!" Alpine had the grace to be ashamed. "How can you think of that _now_?" she exclaimed, reproachfully. "I--I had rather know that--that Kathleen was alive than have the wealth of the Vanderbilts!" Then she burst into tears and left the room in a hurry. Mrs. Carew looked after her aghast. "I did not think she would take it so hard, but then I always suspected her at times of a sneaking fondness for that black-eyed witch," she mused. "Well, I don't mind. It will look better in society, a little real grief on Alpine's part. As for me, I'm glad she's out of the way, and the Carew wealth assured to me and mine." She gave a low laugh of satisfaction, but her hands were shaking with excitement, and her heart fluttered strangely. She was recalling the coincidence of Kathleen's and her mother's deaths--both at nearly the same age--sixteen--and both by violent means. The maid came so suddenly into the room that it gave her a violent shock. She started and looked around angrily. "Why do you enter the room so rudely, without knocking, Ellen?" "I beg pardon, madame. I knocked, but you did not hear, so I made bold to enter, because Miss Belmont sent me in a hurry." "Well?"