"She has no heart! How could she turn so quickly from one love to another?"
"She is fickle as the wind," Alpine answered, with a contemptuous shrug.
[CHAPTER XXXVI.]
A CRUEL STAB.
My ship sails forth with sable sails
Over Life's stormy sea;
Thou knowest how heavy is my woe,
And still thou woundest me.
H. Heine.
Alpine had come and gone. Under a mask of sweetness and love, she had tortured Kathleen's heart.
"My dear girl, how fortunate you are to have caught Teddy Darrell!" she exclaimed, after Kathleen had told her the story of her adventures, save and excepting about Fedora's claim that she was Ralph Chainey's wife. That one dread secret the girl kept locked close in her heart.
"Fortunate!" Kathleen echoed, dully.
"Yes," Alpine answered. "He is rich, and unless you are going to marry him, it does not look well for you to remain with Mrs. Stone."