EVERY WOMANLY IMPULSE IN HER NATURE CRIED OUT AGAINST SUCH A CRUEL WRONG. CHAPTER XLIX. ONLY PRIDE. CHAPTER L. "LOVE MAKES FOOLS OF US ALL!" CHAPTER LI. STARTLING NEWS. CHAPTER LII. FOR CISSY'S SAKE. CHAPTER LIII. "I WILL NEVER FORGIVE HER!" CHAPTER LIV. "WILL YOU BID ME GODSPEED." CHAPTER LV. DETECTED. CHAPTER LVI. A REPENTANT SINNER. CHAPTER LVII. A NIGHTMARE DREAM. CHAPTER LVIII. SENTENCE OF DEATH. CHAPTER LIX. WEDDED TO HER CHOICE. CHAPTER I. ON THE THRESHOLD OF HER FATE. "If I could have my dearest wish fulfilled, And take my choice of all earth's treasures, too, Or choose from Heaven whatsoe'er I willed, I'd ask for you! "No one I'd envy, either high or low, No king in castle old or palace new; I'd hold Calconda's mines less rich than I If I had you!" "There is more charm for my true, loving heart, In everything you think, or say, or do, Then all the joys that Heaven could e'er impart, Because it's you!" She stood behind the counter in H. O'Neill's splendid dry-goods emporium on Sixth avenue--only one of his army of salesgirls, yet not a belle of the famous society Four Hundred could eclipse her in beauty--pretty Geraldine, with her great, starry, brown eyes lighting up a bewitching face, with a skin like a rose-leaf, and a low, white brow, crowned by an aureole of curly hair, in whose waves the sunshine was tangled so that it could not get free. Her round, white throat rose proudly from a simple, nun-like gown of fine black serge, unadorned save by the beauty of the form it fitted with easy grace. She would have graced a queen's drawing-room, this lovely girl with her starry eyes and demure dimples, but untoward fate had placed her behind a glove counter in New York. It was very cold up to ten o'clock that bright October morning, and the great throngs of fall shoppers were not yet out in force, so Geraldine had an idle moment in which to gossip with her chum, plump, gray-eyed Cissy Carroll. They both belonged to an amateur dramatic society, and a generous manager had sent them tickets for the play that evening. It was of this anticipated pleasure that they were chatting joyously, when a low, deep, masculine voice spoke to Geraldine across the counter: "Gloves, please." She turned quickly toward her customer, and at the same moment a very exacting lady claimed Cissy's attention. The shop was rapidly filling with elegantly dressed women of fashion, and they would have no more leisure that day.