MR. GRYCE SAYS GOOD-BYE.
There still are many rainbows in your sky.—Byron.
"HELEN?"
"Yes, Imogene."
"What noise is that? The people seem to be shouting down the street. What does it mean?"
Helen Richmond—whom we better know as Helen Darling—looked at the worn, fever-flushed countenance of her friend, and for a moment was silent; then she whispered:
"I have not dared to tell you before, you seemed so ill; but I can tell you now, because joyful news never hurts. The people shout because the long and tedious trial of an innocent man has come to an end. Craik Mansell was acquitted from the charge of murder this morning."
"Acquitted! O Helen!"
"Yes, dear. Since you have been ill, very strange and solemn revelations have come to light. Mr. Orcutt——"
"Ah!" cried Imogene, rising up in the great arm-chair in which she was half-sitting and half-reclining. "I know what you are going to say. I was with Mr. Orcutt when he died. I heard him myself declare that fate had spoken in his death. I believe Mr. Orcutt to have been the murderer of Mrs. Clemmens, Helen."