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STOTTS, Editor and Publisher. mingling her sobs with little joyous cries of "Oh, Diane! oh Diane!" "My poor little one!" the newcomer exclaimed, soothing her with tender touches on hair and shoulder, "You are safe now. Quite safe!" "You have como to take me away?" "Of course we have! "Diane answered cheerfully, still caressing her. "We come to take you to your husband. lie has been searching for you everywhere.

He is distracted with grief, little one." "Poor Louis!" ejaculated the wife. "Poor Louis, indeed!" the rescuer answered. "But you will see him Boon. We only learned at midnight where you were. You have to thank M.

le Coadjuteur here for that. He brought ine the news, and at once escorted me here to fetch you." "And to restore one sister to another," said the priest silkily, as he advanced a step. He was the very same priest whom I had seen two hours before with Bezers, and had so greatly disliked. I hated his pale face as much now as I had then. Even the errand of good on which he had come could not blind me to his thin-lipped mouth, to his mock humility and crafty eyes.

"I have had no task so pleasant for many days," added he, with every appearance of a desire to propitiate. But, seemingly, Mme. do Tavannes had something of the same feeling towards him which I had myself; for she started at the sound of his voice, and disengaging herself from her sister's arms it seemed it was her sister shrank back from the pair. She bowed Indeed in acknowledgment of his word, but there was little gratitude in the movement, and less warmth. I saw the sister's face a brilliantly beautiful face it was brighter eyes and lips and more lovely auburn hair I have never seen even Kit would have been plain and dowdy beside her I saw it harden strangely.

A moment before the two had been in one another's arms. Now they stood apart, somehow chilled and disillusioned. The shadow of the priest had fallen upon them had come between them. At this crisis the fourth person present asserted himself. Hitherto he had stood silent just within the door a plain man, plainly dressed, somewhat over 60 and gray-haired.

He looked disconcerted and embarrassed, and I took him for Mirepoix rightly as it turned out. "I am sure," he now exclaimed, his voice trembling with anxiety, or it might be with fear, "your ladyship will regret leaving here! You will indeed! No harm would have happened to you. Mme. d'O does not know what she is doing, or she would not take you away. She does not know what she is doing!" he repeated, earnestly.

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"Mirepoix came to mo then. 'What does thfs 1 demanded. He looked ashamed of himself, but he barred my way. 'Only he said, at last, 'that your ladyship must remain here a few hours two days at most. No harm whatever is intended to you.

My wife will wait upon you, and when you leave us all shall be explained. He would say no more, and it was in vain tiiat I asked him if he did not take me for some one else; if he thought I was mad. To all he answered: And when I dared him to detain me he threatened force. Then I succumbed. have been here since, suspecting I know not what, but fearing every thing." "That is ended, madame," I answered, my hand on my breast, my soul In arms for her.

Here, unless I wns mii-taken, was one more unhappy and more deep ly wronged even than Kit one too who owed her misery to the same villain. "Were there nine glovers on the stairs," declared roundly, "we would take you out and take you home Where are your husband's apartments?" "In the Rue de Saint Merri, close to the church. We have a house there." de Pavannes," I suggested, cun ningly, "is doubtless distracted by your disappearance." "Oh, surely," she answered, with ear nest simplicity, while the tears sprang to her eyes. Her innocence she had not the germ of a suspicion made me grind my teeth with wrath. Oh, the base wretch! The miserable rascal! What did the women see, I wondered what had we all seen in this man, this I'livannes, that won for him our hearts, when ho had only a stoneto give in re turn? I drew Croisette and Marie aside ap parently to consider how we might force the door.

"What is the meaning of this?" I said, softly, glancing at the unfortunate lady. "Whatdoyou think, I knew well what the answer would be. he cried, with fiery impa tience. "What can anyone. think ex- ept that that villainPavanneshas huu- scll planned his wife's abduction? Of course it is so! His wife out of he way, he is free to follow up his in-ti igues at Caylus.

He may then marry Kit or Curse him! "No," I said, sternly, "cursing is no good. We must do something more. And yet we have promised Kit, you see, that we would save him -we must keep our word. We must save him from Bezers, at least." Marie groaned. But Croisette took up the thought with ardor.

"From Bezers?" he cried, his face aglow. "Ay, true! So we must! But then we will draw lots, who shall fight him and kill him." I extinguished him by a look. shall fight him in turn," I said, "until one of us kill him. There you are right. But your turn comes last.

Lots indeed! We have no need of lots to leurn which is the eldest." I was turning from him having very properly crushed him to look for something which we could use to force the door, when he held up his hand to arrest my attention. We listened, looking at one another. Through the window came unmistakable sounds of voices. have discovered our flight," I said, my heart sinking. Luckily we had the forethought to draw the curtain across the casement.

Bezers' people could, therefore, from their windows, see no more than ours, dimly lighted and indistinct. Yet they would, no doubt, guess the way we had escaped, and hasten to cut off our retreat below. For a moment I looked at the door of our room, half- minded to attack it, and fight our way out, taking the chance of reaching the street before Bezers' folk should have recovered from their surprise and gone down. But then I looked at madame. How could we insure her safety in the struggle? While I hesitated the choice was taken from us.

We heard voices in the house below, and heavy feet on the stairs. We were between two fires. I glanced irresolutely round the bare garret, with its sloping roof, searching for belter weapon. I had only my dagger. But in vain.

I saw nothing that would serve. "What will you do?" Mme. de Pavannes standing pale and trembling by the hearth, and looking from one to another, Croisette plucked my sleeve before 1 could answer, and pointed to the box bed with its scanty curtains. "If they see us in the room," he urged, softly, "while they are half in and half out, they will give the alarm. Let us hide ourselves yonder.

When they are inside you understand?" He laid his hand on his dagger. The. muscles of the lad's face grew tense. I did understand him. "Madame," I said quickly, "you will not betray us?" She shook her head.

The color returned to her cheek and the brightness to her eyes. She was a true woman. The sense that she Mas protecting others deprived her of fear for herself. The footsteps were on the topmost stair now, and a key as thrust with a rasping sound into the lock. But before it could be turned it fortunately fitted ill we three had jumped on the bed and were crouching in a row at Ihe head of it, where the curtains of the alcove concealed, and only just concealed, us from anyone standing at the end of the room near the door.

I was the outermost, and through a chink could see what passed. One, two, three people came in, and the door was closed behind them. Three people, and one of them a woman! My heart which had been in my mouth returned to its place, for the vidame was not one. I breathed freely; only I dared not communicate my relief to the others, lest my voice should be heard. The first to come in was the woman, closely cloaked and hooded.

Mme. de Pavannes cast on her a single doubtful glance, and then to my astonishment, threw herself into her arms, I love them best, the dear, familiar places, Hallowed by memories that can never die, Rich with the gems of many garnered graces, Pleasing alike to wandering heart an.l eye. 1 love them bent, the olden songs a-rlnglng Their holy cadence like a dream of peace Within my bosom. how sweet the singing, Those deathless numbers, can they ever cease? I love them best, the flowers of childhood blowing With the sweet perfume, as they did of yore, Thler fragrant petals In the sunlight showing Beside the porch and near the kitchen door. I love them best, the feet that walk beside me, Theejmnda that clasp my own from day to day, Over life's beetling crags outstretched to guide me, Their tender mercies cannot pass away.

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WEYMAN. CHArTER I advanced to her with my lowest bow sadly missing my sword. "Madame," I said, "I am M. Anne de Caylus, and these are my brothers. We are at your service." "And she replied, smiling faintly I do not know why "am Mme.

de Pavannes. I gratefully accept your offers of service." "De Pavannes?" I exclaimed, amazed 1 and overjoyed. Mme. de Pavannes! Why, she must be Louis' kinswoman! No doubt she could tell us where he was lodged, and so rid our task of half its difficulty. Could anything have fallen out more happily? "You know then M.

Louis de Pavannes?" I continued eagerly. "Certainly," she answered, smiling with a rare shy sweetness this time. 'Very well, indeed. He is my hus band." CHAPTER V. A PRIEST AND A WOMAN.

"He is my husband!" The statement was made in the purest innocence; yet never, as may well be imagined, did words fall with more stunning force. Not one of us answered, or, I believe, moved so much as a limb or an eyelid. Wa only stared, wanting time to take in the astonishing meaning of the words, nrd then more time to think what they meant to us in particular. Louis de ravaunes' wife! Louis de Pavannes married! If the statement were true ana we coukl not doubt, looking in her face, that at least she thought she was telling the truth it meant that we had been fooled indeed! That we had had this journey for nothing, and run this risk lor a villain. It meant that the Louis de Pavannes who had won our boyish admiration was the meanest, the vilest ot court- gallanfs.

ThatMlle.de Caylus had been his sport and plaything. And that we in trying to be beforehand with Bezers had been striving to save a scoundrel from his due. It meant all that as soon as we grasped it in the least. "Madame," said Croisette, gravely, after a pause so prolonged that hef smile faded pitifully from her face, scared by our strange looks, "your husband has been some time away from you? He only returned, I think, a week or two ago?" "That is so," she answered, naively, and our last hope vanished. "But what of that? He was back with me again, and only yesterday only yes terday'" she continued, clamping her hands, "we were so happy.

"And now, madame?" She looked at me, not comprehend ing. "I mean," I hastened to explain, "we do not understand how you come to be here. And a prisoner." I was really thinking that her story might throw some light, upon ours. "I do not know, myself," she said. "lesteruav, in the afternoon, 1 pan! a visit to the Abbess of the Ursulines." "Pardon me," Croisette interposed quickly, "but are you not of the new faith? A Huguenot?" "Oh, yes," she answered, eagerly.

"But the abbess is a very dear friend of mine, and no bijjot. Oh, nothing if that kind, I assure you. When I am in Paris I visit herl once a week Tester day, when I left her, she begged me to call here and deliver a message." "Then." I said, "you know this house?" "Very well, indeed," she replied. "It is the sign of the 'Hand and one door out of the Rue Platriehe. I have been in Master Mirepoix's shop more than once before.

I came here jester day to deliver the message, leaving my maid in the street, and I was asked to come upstairs, and still up until reached this room. Asked to wait moment, 1 began to. hink it strange that I should be brought to so wretched a place, when I had merely a message for Mirepoix's ear about some gauntlets. I tried the door; I found it was locked. Then I was terrified, and made a noise." We all nodded.

We were busy building up theories or it might be one and thundered, advancing upon the door. But Mirepoix, who had placed him self with his back to it, to my astonishment did not give way. His full bour-geoise face was pale; yet peeping through my chink, I read in it a desperate resolution. And oddly very oddly, because I knew that, in keeping Mme. de Pavannes a prisoner, he must be in the wrong I sympathized with him.

Low-bred trader, tool of Tav-annes though he was, I sympathized with him, when he said firmly: "She shall not go!" "I suy she shall!" the priest shrieked, losing all control over himself. "Fool! Madman! You know not what you do!" As the words passed his lips, he made an adroit forward movment, sur prised the other, clutched him by the arms, and with a strength I should never have thought lay in his meager frame, flung him some paces into the room. "Fool!" he hissed, shaking his crooked fingers at him in malignant triumph. "There is no man in Paris, Uo you hear or woman either shall thwart me to-night!" "Is that so? Indeed?" The words, and the cold, cynical voice, were not those of Mirepoix; they came from behind. The priest wheeled round, as if he had been stabbed in the back.

I clutched Croisette, and arrested the cramped limb I was mov ing under cover of the noise. The speaker was Bezers! He stood in the open doorway, his great form filling it from post to post, the old gibing smile on his face. We had been so taken ui), actors and audience alike, with the altercation, that no one had heard him ascend the stairs. He still wore the black and silver suit, but it was half- hidden now under a dark riding cloak which just disclosed the glitter of his weapons. He was booted, spurred ana gloved as for a journey.

"Is that so?" he repeated mockingly, as his gaze rested in turn on each of the four, and then traveled sharply round the room. "So you will not be thwarted by any man in Paris, to-night, eh? Have you considered, my dear coad jutor, what a large number of people there are in Paris? It would amuse me very greatly now and I'm sure it would the ladies too, who must pardon my abrupt entrance to see you put to the test; pitted against shall we say the duke of Anjou? Or M. de Guise, our great man? Or the admiral? Say the admiral foot to foot?" Rage and fear rage at the intrusion, fear of the intruder struggled in the priest's face. "How do you come here, and what do you want?" he inquired, hoarsely. If looks and tones could kill, we three, trembling behind our flimsy screen, had been freed that moment from our enemy.

"I have come in search of the young birds whose necks you were for stretch ing, my friend," was Bezers' answer "They have vanished. Birds they must he, for unless they have come into this house by that window, they have flown away with wings." "They have not passed this way," the priest declared stoutly, eager only to get rid of the other and I blessed him for the words! "I have been here since 1 left vou." TO BE CONTINUED. LEGEND OF LAKE MORAT. Blood-Eed Tool In Switzerland That Has a Queer History. Lake in Switzerland, has a queer habit of turning red about two or three times every ten years.

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Bis lips quivered. He seemed fascinated by the priest's gaze. "I am a faithful son of the church," he muttered; but his voice shook so that the words were scarcely audible. "I am known to be such! None better known in Paris, M. le Coadjuteur." "Men are known by their works!" the priest retorted.

"Now, now," he "There Is no man tn Parle, do you hoar or woman, either-ehall thwart rae to-night." cotinued, abruptly, raising his voice and lifting his hand a kind of ex. altation, real or feigned, "is the ap pointed time! And now is the day of salvation! And woe, Mirepoix, woe! woe! to the backslider, and to him that putteth his liana to the plow and looketh back to-night!" The lawman cowered and shrank be fore; his fierce denunciation; while Mme. de Pavannes gazed from one to the other as if her dislike for the priest were so great that seeing the two thus quarreling, she almost forgave Mire poix his offense, "Mirepoix said he could explain," she murmured, irreso lutely. The coadjutor fixed his baleful eyes on him. "Mirepoix," he said, grimly, "can explain nothing! Nothing! dare him to explain!" And certainly Mirepoix, thus challenged, was silent.

"Come," the priest continued, peremptorily, turning to the lady who had entered with him, 'your sister must leave with us at once. We have no time to lose." "But what what does it mean?" Mme. de Pavannes said, as though she hesitated even now. "Is there danger still?" "Danger!" the priest exclaimed, his form seeming to swell, and the excitation I had before read in his voice and manner acain assertincr itself. "I put myself at your service, madame and danger disappears! I am as God to-night with powers of life and death! You do not understand me Presently his fatal accident is due.