wrongs
done him by another, was enough to make the very remembrance repulsive.
No, love was lost to him, he madly thought, forever. But there is yet a
fiercer and more burning passion and that urged him forward. He would be
revenged on the man who had torn all the joy from his life. He would
meet that false brother face to face, beyond that Ralph had calculated
nothing. It seemed to him that the very glances of his eyes would be
enough to cover the traitor with eternal remorse. So he watched and
waited before Zillah's house, hoping, burning with impatience, that
Harrington would pass in or out while seeking the presence of his
victim, and thus they might meet. But he watched in vain.

Already had Ralph inquired at every hotel where James Harrington would
be likely to stay, and now weary and full of smouldering rage, he
resolved to go home, and there await some news of him.

On his way up town, a hotel carriage passed him, filled with passengers
from some newly arrived train. In that carriage Ralph saw his brother.

The carriage stopped after a little. James Harrington, dusty, pale and
travel-worn, stepped out, and stood face to face with his young brother.

For one instant his fine eye lighted up, and he grasped the youth's
hand.

"Ralph!"

Ralph wrenched his hand away, and James saw that his eyes were full of
lurid fire.

"What is this, Ralph? You look strangely!" he said.

"I feel strangely," answered the youth, shuddering under the rush of
tenderness that surged up through his wrath. "I have been searching for
you, sir, waiting for you"----

"Why, it is not so long since I left home, Ralph."

"It seems an eternity to me," answered the boy; and spite of his
wrathful manhood, tears sprang up, and spread like a mist over the
smouldering fire of his eyes.

James looked at him with grave earnestness, his own face was pale and
careworn, his eyes heavy with a potent sorrow, but it took an expression
of deeper anxiety as he perused the working features before him.

"My dear boy, something is amiss with you; come into the hotel. I have a
room here yet. Cheer up, it must be a bitter sorrow, indeed, if your
brother cannot help you out of it."

Ralph ground his teeth, and the word "hypocrite" broke through them.

But James did not hear it, he had turned to enter the hotel. Ralph
followed him, growing paler and paler as he walked. The bitter wrath
that had been for a moment disturbed was concentrating itself at h