CHAPTER XLV. BLACK DELROSE AS A MARKSMAN
CHAPTER XLVI. DISCORD ENDS; HEART'S-EASE AT LAST
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A HEART-SONG OF TO-DAY
(DISTURBED BY FIRE FROM THE UNRULY MEMBER.)
CHAPTER I.
A PRETTY WOMAN LAYS A PLOT, AND HIRES A GARDENER.
"By Jove! I have missed her; you are a very Circe, Mrs. Tompkins."
The speaker, one of the handsomest men I have ever seen, started to his feet as a beautiful Italian mantel clock rang in silver chimes the hour of midnight.
"Sit down again my dear Captain, I have not told you all, and am a wilful woman and must have my way. I know whom you have missed," she said truly, for Sir Tilton Everly has informed her, out-come her woman wit to prevent the meeting. "Is she anything to you?"