CHAPTER VII.
WHERE THE BRIDE WAS.
The letter in the buff envelope which had so startled Mollie was very brief.

There were but eight or nine lines, wretchedly scrawled: "MOLLIE DANE,--Come to me at once, if you want to find out who you are, who your parents were, what Carl Walraven is to you.

This is your wedding-night; but come.

I am very ill--dying; I may not see morning.
If you delay, it will be too late.

The bearer is my friend; she will conduct you to me.