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A SILVER BRAND, | 219 a match, saying, gently, and in as matter-of-fact a tone as if she were dispensing the hospitalities of her own house: “Good-night. I hope you will be ablé.to sleep quietly.” When the dingy door closed behind her Stephano felt as if a star had set. | , | _ ““What an incomparable woman!” he muttered. “She' is a treasure as much more precious than all the Schwar- zenberg riches and honors as a pure soul is beyond the price of gold and diamonds.” a 3 And then he fell into a deep and not altogether pleasant reverie. he | CHAPTER XXII. HIS VOICE RECOGNIZED. The eronaut’s.bright idea had been cautiously whispered to the fraulein before the evening ended. She turned very pale, shed a few bitter tears, and then looked up into his face with her own brave, steady eyes. “You are right, my Carl, it is the best thing to be done. The only thing possible to save the poor lady from falling again into such cruel hands, and to save you also from punishment for the aid you have already afforded. I think I can doit. I can try at least.” And she went off as he had instructed her, and witha little roll of faded sik under her arm, and a lamp in her hand up into the attic. Watched of course by the spies, but though she was well enough aware of it she went around unconcernedly, humming atune now under her breath, and now swelling louder in a sort of meaningless jargon one would have thought it. One of the men came up lightly, and looked at her curiously. She nodded a careless recognition of his presence. ‘‘T am getting my husband a comfortable coverlet ready. The master down below said something about a prison. And if innocent houses are taken possession of in this fashion, I don’t know why you won’t dare to go to further lengths, and drag him away. . He shall have something to make him comfortable.” And down she sat amid a heap of faded clothing, and began stitching diligently. The spy lingered a little, and then sauntered away down stairs again, but kept within. hearing of the crooning voice. If there was really a hid- den prisoner all the wiser was it for him to give hera (Efe) "comicbooks