CHAPTER IV.
MOLLIE'S CONQUEST.
There was a blank pause; every eye fixed on the towering form of the specter-like woman.
"I forbid the marriage!" exclaimed Miriam.

"Clergyman, on your peril you unite those two!" "The woman is mad!" cried Carl Walraven, white with rage.

"Men, turn her out!" "Stop!" said Mollie--"stop one moment I know this woman, and will see what she means." No one interfered; every one gazed in breathless interest as Miss Dane quitted her post and confronted the haggard apparition.

The woman uttered a cry at sight of her, and caught her impetuously by the arm.
"Mad girl! have you forgotten what I told you?
Would you marry that man ?" "Marry what man?
What do you mean?
I am not going to marry any man to-day.

It is you who have gone mad, I think." "Why, then, do you wear those bridal robes ?" "Bride-maid robes, if you please.