m!
I will live to make his very life a torture; but I shall do it through
Dorothy Glenn. I will go to Dorothy Glenn at once, and we shall see what
will happen then."

Meanwhile, after much fumbling and imprecations loud and deep, Kendal
succeeded in striking a match and finding the overturned bit of wax
taper, which he hastily lighted, peering cautiously into the inky
darkness which surrounded him.

He was tired and exhausted, and he told himself that he would turn in at
the nearest hotel, take a good night's rest, and mature his plans on the
morrow for finding Dorothy.

Meanwhile, let us go back, dear reader, to the hour in which our
heroine, little Dorothy, decided to leave Gray Gables.

For some moments after Harry Kendal had left her in anger in the
corridor she stood quite still--stood there long after the sound of his
footsteps had died away, trying to realize the full purport of his
words--that their engagement was at an end, and that they had parted
forever.

The whole world seemed to stand still about her. Then, like one suddenly
dazed, she turned and crept into her own room. Katy was there awaiting
her.

She suffered the girl to place her in a chair, to take the faded
blossoms from her hand and from her corsage, to unfasten the strings of
pearls, and to remove her ball dress.

By degrees she had informed Katy of her regaining her sight, and the
poor girl's joy knew no bounds.

She wondered greatly how Dorothy could feel so downcast in such an hour,
and she never once heeded Dorothy's sad words--that she was going to
leave Gray Gables before the dawn, as there was no one there who loved
her.

It was so late when Katy sought her own couch that she soon dropped into
a deep sleep. This Dorothy had watched for with the greatest impatience.
She soon rose, robed herself in a dark dress and Katy's long cloak, and
was soon ready for the great undertaking which she had mapped out for
herself.

Hastily writing a note, she placed it where Katy's eyes would be sure to
fall upon it early the next morning; then she stole quietly from the
room. The great clock in the corridor below struck three as she passed
it with bated breath and trembling in every limb.

She opened the door softly and stole out into the chill, raw night.

There was no one in this wide world to miss her, no one to care what
became of her! She was in every one's way. Only one thought suggested
itself to her--to end it all. Perhaps Harry Ken