I saw his love--for the girl--too--and I--saw--that you--saw it.

I--I--wouldn't--wouldn't die--until I'd told you--that I knew." He paused to gather his strength for the last evil effort of his evil life.
The woman--who had stood, frozen with horror, her eyes fixed upon the face of the dying man, as though under a dreadful spell--cowered before him, livid with fear.

Cringing, helpless--as though before some infernal monster--she hid her face; while her husband, struggling for breath to make her hear, called her every foul name he could master--derided her with fiendish glee--mocked her, taunted her, cursed her--with words too vile to print.

With an oath and a profane wish for her future upon his lips, the end came.

The sensual mouth opened--the diseased wasted limbs shuddered--the insane light in the lust-worn eyes went out.
With a scream, Mrs.Taine sank unconscious upon the floor beside the bed.
From the lower part of the house came the faint sounds of the few remaining revelers.
* * * * * When Aaron King and Conrad Lagrange left the house on Fairlands Heights that night, they walked quickly, as though eager to escape from the brilliantly lighted vicinity.