Lillian's vow

A hoarse groan, a stifled cry, then silence settled down. A clear, crisp wintery night, with the great city lying asleep beneath an opal-tinted sky, the rush and roar of the day...

“Which shall I wear, mamma, the pale blue silk, with white lace and pearl ornaments, or the new amber satin with hand-painted panels and black lace overdress looped with diamond...

“My dear young lady, you must be mad!” he cried, mockingly. “Ah, yes; it is one that I picked up down-town in the office of the ‘Thunderer.’ Jack Lyndon, one of the staff, had i...

Some one lighted the gas in a moment, and its yellow rays revealed a pale-faced, terrified group. Lillian, who had been sent to bring Mrs. Raleigh a fan, was standing in the ope...

Lillian glanced up with a start at sound of that voice--or was it the hiss of a serpent?--and her pale face flushed a little as she arose to her feet. It was in Miss Raleigh’s s...

“Ha! Our doughty friend of the ‘Thunderer!’ Sir Knight of the Quill and Paste-pot, whose coat of arms is two pens crossed upon a background of inky paper! Mr. Jack Lyndon,” grow...

And still the girlish figure at the window of the round room bent over its never-ending task; still the shadowy fingers wielded the brush, and the scarlet poppies and graceful v...

The wintery sunlight stole in at the windows of the breakfast-room at Senator Van Alstyne’s sumptuous mansion. It paved a shining pathway over the pretty crimson carpet, over th...

Those were the words written upon the scrap of paper which Mrs. Raleigh eagerly displayed to her daughter. Rosamond glanced the note over, and, crumpling it fiercely in her hand...

Lillian had gone to the rendezvous at the last gate with perfect confidence, and with no thought of Richard Raleigh in her mind. The night was very beautiful. The moonlight silv...

Senator Van Alstyne’s splendid mansion was ablaze with light. It looked like a fairy palace, glittering with its brilliant illumination. Within, the great rooms were thrown open...

Slowly Lillian aroused herself, and in perfect ignorance of what had taken place just a few feet away from the scene of her own sorrow, sat up pale and trembling, Richard Raleig...

“Miss Raleigh, it is really true”--the girl’s voice was low and faint--“you are--you must be--haunted! I have never believed in such things before, but I can not doubt the evide...

The two men stood silently regarding each other. Van Alstyne’s ferret-like eyes glowed with a lurid light, an unpleasant sneer curled his sensual lip, half hidden by the long, c...

She was all alone in the dainty boudoir, for Rosamond was below in the drawing-room, entertaining a few guests--Mrs. Vernon and one or two more of Rosamond’s particular friends....

It was as still as death in the luxurious drawing-room--the sudden, awful silence of the grave itself, so intense that it was almost palpable. It was broken at last by Helen Ral...

The music surged in sweet, soft strains, the dancers danced, and the moments went by. And still the mistress of all this splendor lay white and unconscious upon the low seat in...

The clocks throughout the Raleigh mansion were just striking twelve the day after that exciting scene within its stately walls when the door bell rang, and Rosamond heard the so...

No answer--no answer. Rosamond stood, wringing her hands in horror and affright, screaming like a lunatic. One more glance, and Bessie Vernon turned and fled, with Rosamond clos...

Richard Raleigh left the library at sound of his father’s voice calling his name, and hastened to an adjacent room where that gentleman awaited him. Grafton Raleigh’s face was p...

“Come up to your room, Rosamond. See! I have given you one across the hall from mine. Our guests will arrive shortly, and Arnold is down in the drawing-room, waiting with as muc...

How still it was! Nothing to break the strange, uncanny silence of the scene and the hour only the wind moaning feebly in the tree-tops. The moon came forth from behind a mass o...

When Van Van Alstyne spoke those words--those cruel, awful words--he was speaking falsely, and he knew it. For the letter which he had found in his room--the letter which Cyril...

Richard Raleigh had sent a message by a servant to Lillian, requesting her to come down to the drawing-room for a few moments. He had made up his mind that she must be his wife...

Richard Raleigh entered the church door, and like one in a dream Lillian followed him. She was scarcely conscious of her own actions. Her brain felt numb and dazed; her heart be...

“Do not grieve so, my darling. That man is a fiend incarnate, but we will unmask him to the world. We will rise superior to him and his petty nature--his engrossing hatred. He i...

For just a moment Richard Raleigh stood in the corridor outside Lillian’s room, in utter silence; then, with a muttering, he turned and walked away. Back to the library he haste...

What a journey that was across the Atlantic! With Cyril Fayne standing guard over the white-faced, scared-looking man who crouched in a retired corner of the deck all day, and a...

“My friends,” he began, trying to control his mad rage, “I pronounce this scene a bit of clap-trap and stage effect which is too ludicrous to be believed. I look upon the woman...

Mrs. Raleigh, tired with waiting for her to return, came to search for her, and found her lying there with that book clasped to her breast, her eyes closed--no sign of life. She...