awakened heart. There were strange emotional currents fitfully
thrilling through her usually placid veins as she stole a last glance
at herself in the mirror. "A tyrant to the daughter. I warrant that
in the old days he broke the mother's heart! He never mentions her!
Not a picture is here--nothing--not even a memento, not a reference
to the woman who gave him this lovely child! Her life, her death,
even her resting place, are all wrapped in the selfish and brutal
silence of a selfish tyrant! He should have been only a drill
sergeant to knock about the half-crazed brutes who stagger under
a soldier's pack over these burning plains!" It suddenly occurred
to her that in some mysterious way Major Alan Hawke's coming would
contribute to the rescue of the captive Princess.

Justine Delande really loved her beautiful charge with all the
fond attachment of a mature woman for the one rose blossoming in
her lonely heart. Their gray passionless lives had run on together
since Nadine's childhood, as brooks quietly mingle, seeking the
unknown sea! She now felt the wine of life stirring within her,
and, seizing upon another justification for her dangerous secret
association with Alan Hawke, she murmured: "I will tell him of all
this. He has high influence with the Home Government. This Captain
Anstruther on the Viceroy's staff is certainly his firm friend.
We must leave here and return to dear old Switzerland. Perhaps the
Major himself knows the secret of the family history!"

And there was a meaning light in her eyes as she stole back to
Nadine's room when the silver gong sounded, and throwing her arms
around the girl, whispered: "We are going home soon, darling! Be
brave and trust to me! I will find out the story of the past and
tell you all, my darling!" Justine Delande unwound the girl's arms