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Wisi Pl A SILVER BRAND. - panion pulled forward a Turkish ottoman, gay with vold embroidery, and placing it at her feet, sat down there. Theresa fixed upon him her dazzling eyes. "C Well done! They slander who would persuade me that your countrymen are stiff and cold in gallantry, Mr. Dalberg.” | “Let me always prove the contrary,” returned he, lightly, marveling the while at his own ease and fearlessness; “though I do not, indeed, remember my native land to-night. I seem to be in the midst of an Arabian Night vision.” os “Do you think me an enchanted princess?” she asked, fanning herself coquettishly, and every “movement of the supple white wrist sending a scintillating rainbow from the diamond bracelet. “Enchanting, certainly,” replied he, with another gallant bow. “Enough for you to buckle on armor for, and do battle with dragons and evil spirits?” she pursued, with an earnest look in her eye of which he became . dimly conscious. : “Beyond question, for one under the spell,” he answered. A low, fluttering sigh jarred the silver chorus of her laughter. “Bring me my guitar yonder, and you shall have a German song before the others come,” she said, hastily. Aubrey found the daintily carved plaything, and | laid it across her lap. Somehow it seemed to add the finishing touch to her loveliness as she bent her graceful head over it, and. let her white fingers fall lovingly to the strings. It was plain to see that the Lady Theresa loved her guitar, and made a fond companion of it. The long-lashed eyelids drooped low upon the brilliant cheek while she sang ina rich and thrilling voice a weird, wild ditty, not a word of which could Aubrey Dalberg interpret. He only knew that it held some syren call, against which a passionate soul rebelled and wailed. He drew a long, long breath as the last note died away. Another, deep-drawn, until it was nearly a sob, re- “S (Eo) Eomicboo