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ee ee «<a> eseug ; Margaux. “Shall I tell you wiervluro [ assumed tay” + UI nl d 264 TUE MYSTSRIEG OF THE COURT. —- a ow «a pe De that she was a wanderer, either voluntary or out- this disguise f té was inot so much to assist in east, from the paternal home; and touched by her | eventua y effecting my escape from thé putauit aak exceeding beauty—of which he had retained « | after me, as to carry out » desparate pur] dae which vivid impression, though nut une particle of real } 1 had formed. it was my intention to daré every- love aid he experience for her—he longed to pus- ; thing on yolir addount—to retrace my way—yes, a eesa ber as a mistress. | ap Yisk » nO matter bow reat———’ Approsohing her, he said in the mossé hatino- ‘Oh, then, ydu really ove me P* oried Finetlo, ious accents of his naturally fine voice, “ Finette, | a jvyous expression appearing upon her counte. o you not know the 7” _ }manoce: “und you were coming in*search of nie?” Four an instant the young dainsel started aif; “Yea! And now that we baye inct, dearest suddenly stung by a serpent lurking amidst toc! one,” said fie Margaux, “it ahall be to part to grase whereon sho sat; and her dark dyes swept | more! Wail you not give me a sitnilar assiik- their looka hastily uver De Mar sux's m. At/ ance? the same time an expression, Thich appeared to fi be that of tersor, fitted ge y features: . to ' _ Finetto looked up with ber beautiful black oyes iato the yillain’s countenance for a moment : .then she suddenly cast her glances downward —ani white a blush sulfuscd her cheeks, she murmured, dj * But you will make me your wile P” Ob aceuredly 1" exclaimed De Margaux; “I will fulfil eyery promise I made to you at the time f Ah, by the bye, did those people at the gaul en- deavour to set you agaiust me? did they vilily me 1u your hearing # did they——" “ify tice ings wero tuo bewildered with mingled joy and Brief as I have already explained to you,” anewere Finstte, # to oa me to attend to anything which was anid at the tite. The reat of that nig t passer at our quarters in the prisun : gaux. “Toll mie—doee the essurapee give you | but very early in thé morning I gathered together pleasure? Have xou been looking for me?” =; uly fw jowels and my littlo savings —three or four “You!” cried the young dacael, giving an. liundred franos—and I fed.” affirmative in her turn, “Ob! J have wahdored| “And those jewels? and those savings?” said and wandered 80 far gud ap wearily!” e Margaux, inwardly chuckling at the intelli- “16 is, then, as 1 thought!” eried De Margayx. ence ho had just teceived, and resulving tu cut “You were not angry with me, Binetie, that ; the society of the strolling players with the least I fled so procipitately on that memorable | possible delay in order to neko Fitelte his sole night ——” 7... ake! __ | Companion. “ Angry with you?” she ejaquiated. “OQ bo! My jewels and my money,” responded the In one sense, I rejuigeg that au auc d in| young duinsel, “are at a littie lodging which [ effecting your escape—though in another sense I | have taken in thé town. Oh! 1 havo btun very Was Véry, Very sad———” 4 . economical, I can assure yuu ! for did ngt know “ Ah, I-comprehend you, dearest Finette I'* id how long it might be before " the villain, assuming a look: of the dvepest tendgr-| * Before you and | encountered each other ness, while be touk her hand which she abandoned | again ?” said De Marguux: “1s it not soP Ah, to hint. “You were sad becauee [ was compolled bat tell-tale blusb, my sweot Finette! Well, you to fly alone aud that you were unable to accinmpany bere husbanded your resources; and it is au much me? Ah! ty dear Finette, I bave boon truly pe bouter, Wo will Ny away together at once ! wratched of your accodnt! I have pictured to my- e will proceed into Switzerland ; aud there tho self all kinds of horrors—-your fathes's indiguation | priest shall join our hands in warnage, When -~his brutal treatwent of yu——" will you come, dearest P whon will yuu be ready to “T remained not to encounter it,” answered | set off ?” | Finettd: “Ke would have killed moif I had stayed! | “Ob! if 1 theught you would be always kind I fed from home—1 have wandered about——” | and good to me,” suid Finotte,—* that you would “ Abd you confess, dearegt girl, that sou enter-| always apeak as gently and as foudly us you ate tained tho hupe of falling in with mo?” siid De | spedking now _ Margaut. . “Qan you possibly distrust wo? cun yuu doubt “Obi” exclaimed Fivette, her countenance; my love?” asked Do Marg uid, taking her band lighting up with o sudden animation; “it [ had | and gazing with passion upon her countenance, — not entertained this hope, I could uot have sup- | but witha pasion wost densuously dill-rent trom ported myself under the senée of such termble | that which lis words appeared to express. calamities! Yes—ol, yes! I have longed tu fall} “ 1 believe you—Ob, T believe you!" inf with yuu!” Finctte. “it will take me an hour to cumplote “Dear, deat Linette{”—and De Margaux | my little preparations—-” gbrained fer tu his breast. “Dearest Finette, how | , “And then you will rejoin me P” cried De Mar- I love go!” | ux. “And where is there a better spot for our ‘ # Bas you Pp” shé said; again disengaging herself | next meeting than this very one where we have fadben' his afine; “were you veritably aud traly happy | been so bappily brought together? F will await théia ‘to fall id with me?” * | |. {you hero, Finetto.. Need I hint, dearest girl, at . “Can you possibly doubt it?” exclaimed De} the nacessity of observing she utmdet cAutiin P You will not breathe a syllable to a sulll——" it was instantaneously s y aamile; an wit springing up froin her sedt, she ejaruigta an air of wingled astgniehment and joy, ‘ heavens, sir! is it yuu PR’ | ‘'Yos, dearest Finette,” responded De Mar. gaux; “it is L who have naver cased to love you!”—and he throw his avm round ber waist, | Oh, if this were trup §? she ejaculated, quith! diséngaging bereelf, and springin pack paco oF two as if for the purpose of etadylog le counte- nanoe well, that she migh know’ whether she dared cunfids in him 2 . You, Finatte—it is true !’’ exalaimed De Mar. o ? ene rege ere renret Trower ere ey etre Qewes eget wee es oe i exclanned CEE an Qi Gia, “Pa = ee oe COMIC OOO© SS (CO)