ADVERTISEMENT.--On Thursday evening last a lady arrived at the little
village of Redcliffe, and took lodgings there. The same evening she fell
ill of brain fever, and now is in danger of death. She is a stranger to
all in the village, and no clue as to her name or friends can be found.
Any one who has a missing relative or friend is requested to attend to
this advertisement.

Then followed a description of the lady and of the dress she wore. Lord
Atherton felt sure that it was his lost wife.

Without saying one word, he went at once to Redcliffe; he went to the
address given and was referred to Mrs. Hirste's.

He went there, and said he had every reason to believe the lady
mentioned in the advertisement was his wife. "She left home," he said,
"unknown to us, delirious, without doubt, at the time, and quite unable
to account for her own action."

They took him into the room where she lay; he looked at the flushed face
and shining eyes.

"It is my wife," he said, quietly. "Thank God, I have found her."

But Marion did not know him; her hot lips murmured continually of Allan,
who was persecuting her, and of her husband whom she loved so dearly,
but who would never be willing to see her again.

"How she must have suffered!" he said to himself. Then he telegraphed to