er age, I
will establish him in some business or profession that will enable him
to make his mark in the world."

"You would take him away from me to do this?" Giulia exclaimed, as she
passionately caught her darling to her breast.

"That would be necessary, in order to carry out my purpose as I wish,"
the man coldly replied.

"Never! You are a monster in human form to suggest such a thing. Do
you think I would ever give him up to you?"

"Just as you choose," her companion remarked, indifferently. "I have
made you the proposition, and you can accept or reject it as you see
fit, but if I take him, I cannot have his future hampered by any
environments or associations that would be likely to mar his life."

"Coward!" the word was thrown at him in a way that stung him like a
lash, "do you dare twit me for what you alone are to blame? Where is
your honor--where your humanity? Have you forgotten how you used every
art to persuade me to leave the shelter of my pleasant home--the
protection of my honest father and mother, to come hither with you?
how you promised, by all that was sacred, to make me your wife if I
would do your bidding? What I am you have made me--what this child is,
you are responsible for. Ah, Emil Correlli, you have much to answer
for, and the day will yet come when you will bitterly repent these
irreparable wrongs--"

"Come, come Giulia! you are getting beside yourself with your tragic
airs," her companion here interposed, in a would-be soothing tone.
"There is no use working yourself up into a passion and running on
like this. What has been done is done, and cannot be changed, so you
had best make the most of what is left you. As I said before, I will
give you a handsome allowance, and, if you will keep me posted
regarding your whereabouts, I will make you and the boy a little visit
now and then."

The girl regarded him with flashing eyes and sullen brow.

"You will live to repent," she remarked, as she gathered the child up
in her arms and arose to leave the room, "and before this day is ended
your punishment shall begin; you shall never know one moment of
happiness with the girl whom you have dared to put in my place."

"Bah! all this is idle chatter, Giulia," said Emil Correlli,
contemptuously; nevertheless, he paled visibly, and a cold chill ran
over him, for somehow her words impressed him as a prophecy.

"What! are you going in such a temper as that?" he added, as she
turned toward the do