look and manner, sprang towards
him, and, following the reckless disposition which had led to her ruin,
seized his hand and pressing it to her lips, exclaimed,

"Oh, Mr. Hurdlestone! This from you?"

"It is enough," said Juliet, who had witnessed this extraordinary scene
with an intensity of interest too great to be described; and, turning
the head of her horse homewards, she rode off at full speed, murmuring
through her fast-flowing tears, "What need have I of further evidence?
Yes, he is guilty."

"She is gone!" exclaimed Anthony, in an agony of despair. "She is gone,
and believes me to be a villain!"

Whilst he stood rooted to the spot, Mathew approached, and whispered in
his ear, "Your mean subterfuge has not saved you. We shall meet again."

"I care not how soon," returned Anthony, fiercely; "but why," continued
he, in a softer voice, "should I be angry with you? Man, you have
mistaken your quarry--a matter of little moment to you, but a matter of
life and death to me."

"Death and hell!" exclaimed the ruffian, who at last began to suspect
his error. "If you are not Godfrey Hurdlestone, you must be his ghost!"

"I am his cousin; I never wronged either you or yours; but you have done
me an injury which you can never repair."

"Well, hang me if that is not a good joke!" cried the smuggler, bursting
into a coarse laugh, which quickened the steps of his retreating foe.
"The devil had some mischief in store when he made those chaps so much
alike. I would not wish my own brother to resemble me so closely as all
that, lest mayhap he should murder or steal, and the halter should fall
on my neck instead of his."

CHAPTER XI.

Oh, human hearts are strangely cast,
Time softens grief and pain;
Like reeds that shiver in the blast,
They bend to rise again.--S.M.

"Come, Miss Whitmore, you must rouse yourself from this unwomanly grief.
It is quite improper for a young lady of your rank and fortune to be
shedding tears for the immoral conduct of a worthless young profligate."

"Peace, Dorothy; don't scold the poor child. You see her heart is nearly
broken. It will do her good to cry. Come, my own darling, come to your
old father's arms, and never mind what your aunt says to you."

"Really, Captain Whitmore, if you mean to encourage your daughter's
disrespectful conduct to me, the sooner we part the better."

"Dolly, Dolly, have you no feeling for the poor child? Do hold that
cruel tong