Upon the floor the inert
figure of the foremost of New York's chemists; above his prostrate form,
wild-eyed with horror at seeing his dramatic death, a beautiful woman, the
most beautiful in the world.
This was the end of Prof. Carl Darmstetter;
This was how the legacy of science came to Helen Winship.
To carry it out, she has refused a title.
_Chapter II.--Love:_
Born upon a Western farm, Helen Winship's father is a yeoman of the sturdy
stock that has laid the world under tribute for its daily bread.
Early she made the choice that devotes her life to science. She was the
confidant of the dead chemist, whose torch of knowledge she took up firm-
handed, when it fell from his nerveless fingers.
She is vowed as a vestal virgin to science.
Strange whim of destiny! Across this maiden life of devoted study came the
shadow of a great name which for two hundred years has been blazoned upon
the pages of England's history.
In the loom of fate the modest gray warp of Helen Winship's life crossed
the gay woof of a Lord of high degree, and left a strange mark upon the
web of time.
Love came to her--many times; but came at last in a guise that seldom woos
in vain.
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