ng that wand. It has seemed to me,
sitting there at Greenwood, it has seemed to me after Page's visit, that
I should give you freedom--"

"It seems to me, sitting here upon this stone," answered Unity, "that I
will not take it! And what under the sun Mr. Page's visit--I will wait
until you are at leisure to love me as--as--as you loved me that day
under the catalpa when you flung Eloisa to Abelard into the rosebushes!
Don't--don't! I like to cry a little."

"I have determined," he said, "to tell you what I am doing. You know
that I seek to discover my brother's murderer, but you have not guessed
that I know his name. It is Lewis Rand whom I pursue, and it is Lewis
Rand whom I will convict of that deed on Indian Run!"

She gave a cry. "Lewis Rand! Fair, Fair, that's impossible!"

"Is it?" he asked sombrely. "Impossible to prove, perhaps, though I'm
not prepared to grant that either, but true, Unity, true as many another
black 'impossible' has been!"

"But--but--No one thinks--no one suspects. Fair, Fair! are you not
mistaken?"

"No. Nor am I quite alone in my conviction. And one day the world that
suspects nothing shall know."

There was a silence; then, "But Jacqueline," she whispered, with
whitening lips. "Jacqueline"--

"She chose," he answered. "I cannot help it. She took her road and her
companion."

"And you mean--you mean--"

"I mean to bring him to justice."

"To break her heart and ruin her life--to bring down wretchedness,
misery, disgrace! Oh!" She caught her breath. "And Deb--and Uncle Dick
and Uncle Edward--Fair, Fair, leave him alone!"

"You must not ask me that."

"But Ludwell would--Ludwell would have asked it! Oh, do you think he
would have endured to bring woe like that upon her! Oh, Fair, Fair,--"

Cary sprang to his feet, walked away, and stood with his back to the
great stone and his face toward Greenwood. He saw but one thing there,
the graveyard on the hill beneath the leafless trees. When he came back
to Unity, he looked as he had looked beside the dead, that day on Indian
Run.

"We are alike, Ludwell and I," he said, "but we are not that much alike.
I am little now but an avenger of blood. I shall be that until this
draws to an end." He came closer and touched her shoulder with his hand.
"Take me or leave me as I am, Unity. I shall not change, not even for
you."

"But for tenderness," she cried, "for mercy, for consideration of an old
house, for Jacqueline whom your brother