"Do not ask me why, but go, I implore you.

You must leave this town to-night, to-morrow will be too late." He cast a hurried glance around him, as if seeking to gather some reason for this mysterious haste, or a clue for future identification.

He saw only the Sabbath-sealed cupboards, the cold white china on the dresser, and the flicker of the candle on the partly-opened glass transom above the door.

"As you wish," he said, with quiet sadness.

"I will go now, and leave the town to-night; but"-- his voice struck its old imperative note--"this shall not end here, Lulu.