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How the search began no one ever knew, but begin it did. The house was
hunted from top to bottom; still in vain. Not a trace of the bride could
be found.
The wedding party dispersed in wild confusion, but the search went on.
Through the night it lasted; but morning broke, and still no trace. The
bride had disappeared as if the earth had opened and swallowed her up!


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. Tell no one. Carl Walraven will prevent you, if he
can. I say to you, come--come--come.
"MIRIAM."
If there was one thing on earth that flighty Mollie was really in
earnest about, it was in knowing her own history.


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