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664 T^^^ Highlana Moiithly.<br />

came ; fortune which had eluded my grasp like a Will-o'-<br />

tlie-Wisp, came at last, I say, and, like other men so<br />

favoured, I sought that which would yield me greatest<br />

pleasure—revenge on my old enemy, your father."<br />

" And have you made his son the victim <strong>of</strong> a horrible<br />

crime?" broke in Richard, with dilated eyes. "For<br />

Heaven's sake, say that is not true !—say what you will,<br />

that you intend to refuse me your daughter, and I will sub-<br />

mit cheerfully ; but<br />

spare me from—that." As he made<br />

the appeal, the cold sweat stood upon his brow in drops<br />

which glistened like dew in the sunbeams which glinted<br />

across the room.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Pr<strong>of</strong>essor contemplated his victim with satisfaction,<br />

and proceeded:—<br />

" You have been the necessary implement in my plan <strong>of</strong><br />

revenge—a plan which, as you will admit, on reflection, is<br />

unique and rather clever in its character—unique and<br />

clever."<br />

" Fool that I have been— I see it all now ; tell me the<br />

worst, you vagabond ! Fiend ! 1 say, tell me—and<br />

then<br />

"<br />

He made a lunge forward, as if he would grapple the<br />

Pr<strong>of</strong>essor by the throat, but the latter again put the breadth<br />

<strong>of</strong> the table between them. He, at the same time, whipped<br />

a pistol out <strong>of</strong> his hip-pocket, and laid it quietly on the<br />

table in front <strong>of</strong> him.<br />

" You see," he remarked with a sneer, " I anticipated<br />

having to deal with a<br />

admit, a fool—a fool !<br />

hot-blooded youth, though, as you<br />

Any more nonsense, and I'll scatter<br />

the little brains you possess with as little compunction as I<br />

"<br />

have made you a<br />

He paused, and stared into Richard a look which could<br />

not be misunderstood. Richard staggered, reeled like a<br />

drunken man, and finally sank upon a chair, breathing<br />

heavily.<br />

" You love my daughter," continued the Pr<strong>of</strong>essor, after<br />

a pause.

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