"Victory!" he cried, for Ferris' words assured him of a coming triumph, a crown of life and love.

It seemed that Irma's love had conquered after all.
"Await me in New York.

I think that we can arrange all for your remaining as you are." The signature was that of the artful Ferris.
"And I think that Jack and I can handle you, my false friend!" sneered Clayton.
While the young lover read the words which gave him a new hope, far across the Brooklyn Bridge, Mr.

Fritz Braun, in his own private lair, was pondering over the words of Madame Raffoni, who had just left the man who was the iron tyrant of her soiled life.
"I must give him a little more line! And I must either land the fish now or lose him forever." There was a steely gleam in the sleepless eyes of him who pondered upon his clouded pathway.

"It must be done! And she must help in some way.