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VUARRYING OUT ORDERS. 21 George’s brow. Anger and resentfulness could not hold good before the chatter of those rosy lips, and when the dear face looked up at him, rozuish and smiling, it was all over with his resistance—he smiled too. The clocks in the town on the opposite shore began to strike twelve. The chimes rang out distinctly over the lake, warning the young people that it was time to part. George raised his darling’s hand to his lips and kissed it passionately. The near neigh- borhood of the high-road and of the adjacent coun- try houses forbade any further mark of tender- ness. (Gabrielle did indeed seem to take the parting lightly. For one momenta shade fell over her, it is true, and a tear glistened in her brown eyes, but next minute all was bright and sunny again. She threw a last kiss to her faithful lover, and hurried away. George’s eyes followed her until she disap- peared from view. “Max is right,” he said, dreamily. “We are ill- mated, this spoiled child of fortune andI! Why must I love her, of all others, differing from me as she does in all wherein we should be most united? Why, indeed? Ah, I love her—and that is all the answer.” In spite of his indignant repudiation of it, his friend’s warning seemed to have found an echo in the young man’s breast; but what could reason and reflection avail against the passion that had taken possession of his whole being? He knew from ex- perience that there was no fighting against the charm which had taken him captive on their very first meeting, and to which on each succeeding occa- sion he had succumbed afresh. CHAPTER II. CARRYING OUT ORDERS. “Once more I entreat_ your excellency to recall these harsh measures. We cannot possibly make the town responsible for the acts’ of a few individ- uals.” } Gomicbooks (EO)