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48 bh A SILVER BRAND. Roderich. The very remembrance came like an icy blast to a July blossoming. i “T should only be too thankful to believe it like- ly,” responded he. “Here, then, let us pledge to the hope of renewed acquaintance, and brighter fortune,” said the baron. ll rose, and all slowly drank the wine, all but Von Schubert, who, by some oversight, had not been furnished witha glass. The butler hastened to remedy the mistake, but the gentleman, seeming not at all disturbed, waved him back. Then there was a general movement from the room. Lady Theresa, however, laid a detaining hand upon Aubrey’s arm. — “Stay!” said she; “I want you to respond to a toast of mine. You alone. Drink with me, Con- fusion to the spy!’” How her eye glittered, but if Aubrey had paused to notice, he would have seen that her cheek was deadly pale, and that her hand shook as she herself filled his glass and presented the tiny bubble of emerald tint to his hand. | He drained it at a breath, laughing gayly as he set it down. And they both passed ott and reached the drawing-room almost as soon as the others. The baron came forward to brush a fallen rose leaf from her dress. “It is done!” whispered she, scarcely above her breath. _ He gave her hand one quick, convulsive pressure, and flitted back to Roderich, with whom he ex- changed a single meaning glance. ° | The latter sauntered to. the window, looked out for sory moments into the gloaming, then turned round: “By my faith, I had forgotten my promise to Stephano. I told him I would bring Mr. Dalberg to the poor fellow’s bedside, that at least he might receive an introduction. There is half an hour yet. _ What say you, my friend, shall we go?” “By all means,” returned Dalberg, courteously. Yon Schubert looked on carelessly till Theresa aCOMIEDOOKS (Elo)