CHAPTER LXIII. Within Prison Bars 227 CHAPTER LXIV. "Your Father is George Harrison, the Convict!" 231 CHAPTER LXV. A Startling Dénouement 234 CHAPTER LXVI. "I Will Go to the Old Haunted Mill," said Kathleen Bravely 239 CHAPTER LXVII. Teddy's Love Letters 242 CHAPTER LXVIII. In Mortal Peril 244 CHAPTER LXIX. "I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen." 252 KATHLEEN'S DIAMONDS OR SHE LOVED A HANDSOME ACTOR CHAPTER I. "ALAS! WHY DID SHE DO IT?" What is the matter? Oh, nothing--a girl Is found here in suicide rest. Romantic? Of course; here's a rich, dark curl On the beautiful, blue-veined breast. AMELIA V. PURDY. Incredible, you say? Alas, it was too true! She was dead by her own hand, the beautiful child-wife of Vincent Carew, the millionaire--dead in her youth and beauty, leaving behind her all that life held for a worshipped wife and loving mother; for upstairs at this moment in the silken nursery her child, the baby Kathleen, barely six months old, lay sweetly sleeping, watched by an attentive French _bonne_, while in the darkened parlor below, the girlish mother, not yet eighteen, lay pale and beautiful in her coffin, with white flowers blooming on the pulseless breast, hiding the crimson stain where the slight jeweled dagger from her hair had sheathed itself in her tortured heart. She was so young, so ignorant, or surely she would have held back her suicidal hand--she would have taken pity on her child, the dark-eyed little heiress she was leaving motherless in the wide, wide world that, whatever else it may give us, can not make up for the loss of the best thing life has to offer--a mother's love! It is always a terrible misfortune to a young girl to be motherless, and it was going to be the tragedy of Kathleen Carew's life that she had no mother. The dagger-thrust that let out the life-blood of unhappy Zaidee Carew turned the whole course of her daughter's life aside into different channels. But that lay in the future. _Now_ all Boston wondered over the tragic death of Vincent Carew's wife, and people asked each other in dismay: "Why did she do it?" No one could answer that question. The world thought that the young wife was perfectly happy. And why not? Surely she had good cause. Vincent Carew, the rich bachelor, who was a power in politics, and aspired to be governor of his state, had married Zaidee Franklyn out of a poverty-stricken home, lifting her at a bound to rank and fortune, and all for love of her fair face.