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THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. thousand anxieties are now cleared up—e thousand | a voluptuous tenderness. Again was his purpose eruel fears dispelled !” shaken: again did he feel more than half-inclined “Ah, wicked boy!” responded the lady, now ! to avow his object in presenting himself before her & slightly relaxing the embrace im whieh she held him in an almost pauper raiment;—and thero was a and looking with a sweet deprecating archness upon | his countenance: “did you, then, think I had for~ gotten you? Why have you not sought me before ? Bat come—we have much to say to each other: there ie a shady arbour at the end of this avenus— fatuation would he abandon it ere ascertaining the fall reeuit. “You were going to say something, Frank— | short suddenly,” said Juliana, con- | templating him with renewed, or rather with re- doubled attention. “TI see -but too plainly, my dearest boy, that things are not well with you: but, thank heaven! it is in my power to remedy them. Frank,” she continued, in a half-repruachful, half-tender tone, “ if you wanted for anything, why did you not write to me? You know that I am moment, teo, when his heart swollod with a sense of the proudest feeling that he might, if he chose, pro- claim himself to be rich—that be had found a father and a mother—and that they had promised to endow him with a fortune in case he should find Juliana all he hoped and wished, and should in dus timo lead her to the altar. But the vory thought that he was in a condition to im this triumphant intel- ligence, had the effect of reminding him of the solemn sacred vow which he had pledged te his parents that the test should be persevered in until the very end. “ Now teil me, dearest Frank,” said Juliana, per- ceiving that he remained silent,—perceiving also that conflicting thoughts were agitating in his mind, but of what nature she could not gucss: “tell me, my own dear Frank, what you have been doing with yourself? what has happened to you since we parted? It is nearly stx weeks——Oh! it seems anage. Bat, thank God! it has only been for so short an interval—because whatecever you may have suffered, has not therefore been of long con- tinuance. Ah! did you think that because on that day when you were driven by my wicked mother from Saxondale House,—did you think that my lips would echo whatecever taunts had flowed from her’s ? Did you think, my own dear Frank, that I could be so cruel or unjust as to visit upon you whatsoever deeds your sister might have done? No, no: you should have known me better-~you should have known mo better! But, thank heaven! you are come back to me at last” “Yes, dear Juliana—I have come back to you with only one hope in my heart:”—and Frank gased most adoringly, most enthusiastically upon the splendid countenance of the patrician lady. “ And that hope, Frank?” she murmured. “Ah! you need not tell me what it is, I can understand it full well: because I hkewise have cherished euch a hope,—the hope that our loves might be res “But let me explain this hope of mine, dear Juliana,” continued the youth, now remembering the entire lesson which the Marquis of Eagiedean had *'You love me, Juliana—I know you do: the past has proved it—the present confirms it. Bat love has likewise a futare, as well as a past and a present; and it is of this that I would speak to you pe “Proceed, my dearest Frank,” murmniured Ju- liana, suffering her head to droop upon his shoulder, so that his cheek rested against her polished brow, and the long curls of his hair fell upon. ber own massive bands. “ The music of your voice sinks deliciously into my heart. Prooeed, dear Frank— have lacked perhaps the necessaries of life——Oh, | I love to listen to you.” the thought is more than I can endure !” Again did she seize him in her arms—again did “ Well then, my own Juliana,” he continued, en- tertaining not the slightest doubt as to the result of given him ere he left Stamford Manor.. she presse him with almost convalsive violence to her | the test to which he was upon the point of put- highly swelling bosom—and again, too, did she ' ting her, and longing to hurry it over that he lavish upon him the warmest, most impassioned ' might give her the assurance that it was nothing caresses, Then sho released him from her arms; 5n¢ a test, to be crowned by joyous revealings on and as if he were indoed the bright and beautiful his part relative to his own position,—" since you idol of her adoration, she sat gasing upoa him with will listen thus patiently, I will speak. I said en edie, Amy, dengan EEE | | ee ee eee eS cE TE = a Ca EE aD SITE LOGGED, <P FS PSE ARR a a SOS TA LD, > RGR ge rere E-CARD - 8=€=€650Gs ss ['' (GO) an (C DOO CS (COL