NEW LIGHTS OF VARIOUS KINDS.

Time sped on apace, and in its train came many changes.

To the confusion of the doctor and despite the would-be murderer, David
Boone recovered. But that brought no relief to Gorman, whose remorse
increased daily, insomuch that he became, if not quite, very nearly,
insane, and his fear of being caught was so great that he never ventured
near the quarter of London in which Boone dwelt. He therefore remained
in ignorance of the failure of his murderous attempt. What would he not
have given to have known the truth! to have had the dreadful _word_
removed from the light which shone upon it brighter and brighter every
day until it was made red-hot, as it were, and became within him as a
consuming fire! Preferring darkness to light more than ever, Gorman
kept in secret places during the day, and only ventured out, with other
human vultures, at night. The wretched man feared the darkness, too,
although he sought it, and what between the darkness that he feared yet
courted, and the light that he feared and fled from, and the light
within that he feared but could not fly from, he became one of the most
miserable of all the outcasts in London.

As for his deep-laid plans they were all scattered to the winds. In the
presumption of ignorance he had fancied that he knew his own power, and
so in one sense he did, but he was not aware of his own want of power.
He knew, indeed, that he had the brute courage to dare and do anything
desperate or dastardly, but he did not know that he lacked the moral
courage to bear the consequences of his deeds. The insurance policies,
therefore, lay unclaimed--even uncared for!

Another change for the worse effected by time was the death of Loo
Auberly. Gradually and gently her end approached. Death was so slow in
coming that it was long expected, yet it was so _very_ slow that when it
came at last it took her friends by surprise. James Auberly continued
stiff and stately to the last. He refused to believe that his child was
dying, and spared no expense to provide everything that money could
procure to restore her health. He also refused to be reconciled to his
son Fred, who had succeeded in his loved profession beyond his
expectations, and who had sought, again and again, to propitiate his
father. At last Fred resolved to go abroad and study the works of the
ancient masters. He corresponded regularly with Loo for some time, but
his letters suddenly ce