The swift sure blade had struck him as he stood there, repeating the name of his dead wife. There had been no one near the door and none to see the quick, black deed. Strong hands had thrown his falling body within the marble balustrade, that was still wet with his heart's blood.
There Paul Griggs found him, lying on his back, stretched to his length in the dim shadow between the rail and the altar. He had paid the price at last, a loving, sinning, suffering, faithful, faultful man.
But the friendship that was so grimly consecrated on that night, was the truest that ever was between man and woman.
END OF VOL. II.
THE RALSTONS.
BY
F. MARION CRAWFORD.
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