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ea A WHITE NIGHT. devil of a man who has agents everywhere; hehasre- ceived news of it from Dover, where the fugitives haye — disembarked. Monsieur de Louvois has torn up the dis-— patch; he begins to believe that the captain has some amulet which protects him.’ eed Br is the justice of his cause which detends him, mon- sieur, ’ Monsieur de Pomereux’s visit gave back to Suzanne the calm which she had lost, and full of courage, now that Belle-Rose was alive, she had faith in the future. ‘There was in the convent a young girl whom her family were — trying to induce to take the vail. She had been Suzanne’s friend during those somber days when she was grieving over Belle Rose’s supposed death. <A tender affection had sprung up between them. Gabrielle de Mesle might be seventeen or eighteen years of age; she was slender and | white like a lily, and blonde like those portraits of the Virgin which one sees in churches. One night as Suzanne was asleep in her room, she was drawn from her sleep by light sighs which came from the foot of the bed. ‘She opened her eyes and. saw, in the dim light of a night-lamp, © a white form which was seated at her feet, immovable and stiff like a statue. Though she was naturally courageous, Suzanne shivered and felt an icy sweat bathe her temples; she arose to geta better view of the phantom. As she ~ leaned forward, she recognized Gabrielle, who was look- ing at her with dilated eyes. The poor girl’s head was bare, and her long hair descended to her breast; she was half clothed in a peignoir which floated around her form — and gave her the appearance of a shadow. ‘Her teeth chat- tered behind her white lips. ‘‘T ain afraid,’’ said she, extending toward Suzanne her suppliant hands. ‘Iam going todie! Iam going todie! My God! save — me!’’ cried Gabrielle. These words, and still more the eae with which they — were spoken, filled with pity the heart of Suzanne. She let Gabrielle’s head rest upon her shoulder and called her — by the softest names. “You are a little fool, calm yourself,’’ said she; ‘‘are you not near me? What do you fear?’ “Oh!”’ said Gabrielle, ‘‘I feel that Iam dying a little es? | each day. This night I have seen -my sister calling me in adream. She, too, is dead. I have awakened bathed in @ — 2 es cold sweat; I felt her humid and icy breath; I have closed ary com cbook 5 com eC : % ej o- ‘ -*. —