1147--Love Given in Vain By Adelaide Fox Robinson 1148--No One to Help Her By Ida Reade Allen 1149--Her Golden Secret By Effie Adelaide Rowlands 1150--Saved From Herself By Adelaide Stirling 1151--The Gypsy's Warning By Emma Garrison Jones 1152--Caught in Love's Net By Ida Reade Allen 1153--The Pride of My Heart By Laura Jean Libbey 1154--A Vagabond Heiress By Charlotte May Kingsley 1155--That Terrible Tomboy By Geraldine Fleming They Looked and Loved OR, WON BY FAITH BY MRS. ALEX McVEIGH MILLER Author of "When We Two Parted," "All for Love," "Love Conquers Pride," "The Man She Hated," etc. [Illustration] STREET & SMITH CORPORATION PUBLISHERS 79-89 Seventh Avenue, New York Copyright, 1892 By NORMAN L. MUNRO Renewal Granted to Mrs. Alex McVeigh Miller, 1920 They Looked and Loved (Printed in the United States of America) THEY LOOKED AND LOVED. CHAPTER I. A WEB OF FATE. "I would sell my soul to Satan for a chest of gold!" cried a despairing voice. It was a young girl who uttered the words. She was standing under a tree in Central Park, watching the equipages that rolled past in a constant stream. A handsome victoria, in which sat a golden-haired beauty, one of the famed Four Hundred of New York, had just whirled past, and the dust from the wheels had blown into the speaker's face, drawing those reckless words from her lips: "I would sell my soul to Satan for a chest of gold!" Of a truth, the girl was fair enough to have exchanged places with the regal woman in the carriage, for her face and form had been shaped in beauty's fairest mold, though the cheek was wan and pale from the pangs of grief and hunger, and the peerless form was draped in worn and shabby garments. But the fires of pride and ambition burned brightly in the large Spanish-looking dark eyes, as the girl clasped her small ungloved hands together. "Would you marry me?" asked a low, sneering voice in her ear. She turned with a start of terror, and it appeared to her as if her reckless words had summoned the arch-fiend himself to her side. The person who had addressed her was a horribly ugly and grotesque-looking old man. He was at least sixty-five years of age, bent and stoop-shouldered, with features that were homely to the point of grotesqueness. His nose was large, his mouth wide, his small malevolent gray eyes peered beneath bushy red eyebrows supplemented by grizzled hair and whiskers of the same lurid color. His clothing was scrupulously neat, but well-worn and of cheap material. "Would you marry me?" repeated this old man, and the beautiful girl gave a start of surprise not unmixed with fear. "You--you--why, you are as poor as I am!" she gasped, her eyes roving over his shabby attire.