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A SILVER BRAND. | 103 The latter had flushed a sudden and violent crim- son, his eyes dilated with dismay and amazement. He seized the glass, and stared through it with wild, fierce eyes. “Great Heaven!” ejaculated he, at length, drop-~ ping the glass, and sinking into the nearest chair, and now his color had all faded out, and even his lips were white. Nat looked at him calmly, evidently restraining his own excitement to refrain from adding to the other’s agitation. “You have proof now that I was right in sending the Baron Valentin Baer word that there was a ray of hope for him, a witness in America whose testi- mony might make some change in his sentence.” “It seems impossible!” muttered Stephano, run- ning his eyes eagerly and scrutinizingly over the bronzed, weather-beaten face, “and yet I cannot refuse to acknowledge that proof.” “No. I knew you would not deny that.” “But it is all a mystery. My poor father! I hardly know whether this news will give him most joy or pain,” muttered Stephano, drearily. “Tt should be all unmitigated joy, if only the path was clear,” said Nat. “But you have remained here knowing why he was sentenced to that life-long imprisonment?” ex- claimed the young man, reproachfully. “Hush! Idid not promise to explain any more than would give you proof of my sincerity in the Schwarzenberg cause. If I also was not caught in that wily villain’s toils should I be skulking here a single hour? But what would it avail though sacred justice herself should point out the rights of this case, while he held the power, and presided as judge? He must be outwitted by his own weapons. And is it not a powerful preparation that I have taken Naiman Womberg’s place, and am trusted with his plot and plan? Look not so down and downcast. Stephano, the fortunes of your house — rise with mine. Your father’s remedy may prove a successful one.” _ “And you approve it?” asked Stephano, anxiously, comicbooks com