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12 = flooded Hugh with delight. He knew that she was living, who, body and soul, was ten times lovelier than his hopeful imagining had pictured her; and that she loved him. Now was patient faith rewarded, and he pos- sessed the joy which comes with the triumph of a forlorn hope. CHAPTER XL. Lert to himself, M. de Gaillefontaine, after a moment's reflection, quitted the party noise- lessly and as quickly as his exhaustion permit- ted. His wound had been bound tightly with handkerchiefs; and the hemorrhage stopped, it would take no hurt for awhile. A more mo- mentous matter called for despatch. He had expressed his intention of bolting, and to do so he must act immediately. In half an hour's time the servants would know of the revolution that had taken place, and the carriage to take him away would not be at his command. He had revealed to René his most sinister inten- tions, and had no hope of forgiveness from her. His affairs were too desperate to think of any resort save the safest, and that was to take his little bag of gold and notes out of the country whilst it was possible. As he approached the theatre, he stopped to draw the cloak over his wounded arm, and slouch his hat. The ligature about his arm (Be him pain; and as he was loosening the not with his teeth and fingers, he felt a hand laid upon his shoulder. He turned in fear, and found himself faced by the woman in white velvet, whom he had mistaken for René. “She raised her mask sufficiently for him to see the face of Beatrice Raffiolli, as with a sar- donic smile, and poiuting to his bloody shirt, she asked: . “Do you love me very much?” She replaced her mask, and with a light laugh rejoined a couple of men waiting for her at the angle formed by the path. De Gaillefontaine clenched his teeth, and followed her quickly; at the angle he stopped and watched her cross the lawn and enter the theatre. She turned once and kissed her hand. “lhe Gascon’s rage and bitter thirst for revenge upon this woman, to whom he now attributed all his misfortunes, were too deep for the ordi- nary form of relief—cursing. It was broad daylight; there was no time for delay, not even for revenge. He must hasten his departure, if only to avoid the derision and ridicule that would pursue him when his humil- iation was no longer a secret. Ah, how those enemies would rejoice in his disgrace and de- feat! Oh, that this venom in his heart would take the form of a deadly pestilence, and strike down every one of these revelling foes! With such bitter yearning in his soul he mounted the terrace, and made for the door of the house. Suddenly he stopped, inspired with and idea. “Why shouldn't I, who raised this place, ruin it? he thought. ‘At least in my going I may show that I am great; no miserable thief stealing away, but a defeated king retiring from the palace I built and destroyed. Why not? It would divert attention from myself, and fa- cilitate escape.” A_pantaloon and an Irishman coming. to- wards him decided him in adopting the sugges- tion of his evil genius. “Well,” said Mr. Fox, “have you decided? Will you buy this very troublesome piece of parchment 2” “Yes, We will settle our accounts this hour, and this parchment shall trouble neither of us any more. Follow me to where we may make our settlement privately.” “You go first, my friend,” said Fox to his friend with the cudgel. (To be continued.) SS : : Puck's Frihanges. ‘Te ladies—they all jute.— St Louis Journal. A parapox: Two physicians.— Chicago 7ri- bune. Tue patent medicine almanac crop is fully ripe.— Worcester Press. Tue church choir singer's ditty—‘‘ We met by chants."—. Y. Commercial. ‘Tue ‘Turk’s contribution to the church is Allah money.— Worcester Rewey. Sonc of the oleomargarine men—‘“ In the suet buy and buy.”—- Boston Advertiser, Does Conkling put his hair upin papers him- self, or does he hire it done ?— Oi? City Derrick, “Qh, the snow, the beautiful snow.” Now. then, shoot, if you dare. — Burlington Hawkeye, ALL Hale couldn’t prevent Colorado Patter- son from expressing his opinion.— Worcester Fress. Aout babies—generally a maiden aunt, and the good young man of the block.— /omeroy’s Democat. Peter B. Sweeny hassettled and has several millions left. It paysto be honest.— Rochester Democrat. Tue title of Farjeon’s new novel is “Solomon Isaacs.” Let's see; that’s an Irish name, isn’t it?—Breakfast Table, ‘Tuere are highway robbers in North Caro- lina, hey must be a Dick Turpentine sort of fellows.—. Y. Herald. ‘Tue Boston Herald refers to Dio Lewis as a man of ‘anti-mince-pie fame and bran-bread infamy.— Worcester Press 7 ‘Tere is a singular appropriateness ina man “hawking” spittoons around the country for sale.—Norristown Herald. Kancaoo hides are largely imported from Australia. Chicago editors use them whole— for ear-muffs.—Rewey 7ress. Swoppery is spreading slowly but surely in Cabinet circles. A man can’t get foreign mission now unless he can spell.— Boston Globe. ‘Tue Akhoond of Swat gets away with thirty- five cups of tea every day. ’Swat kind of a potentate he is.— Worcester Press. Even the pliable and intrepid goat would hardly be able to go where a grocer’s boy will drive his wagon.— Worcester Rewey. A Puitapecenia “blind match peddler” is in jail for assaulting his wife. Alas, to many matches are blind.— Worcester Rewey. “Two-nits worth of complexion,” is the way the Santa Barbara belle puts it as she meanders into her favorite drug store.—Stray Squib. Richarp Grant Wuite has been ill again. His disorder is thought to have come from an undigestedadverb. Louisville Courier-Journal. Ik. Marveu's new book “ About Old Story- ‘lellers,” strange to say, makes no reference to Geo. Alfred ‘Townsend. — Philadelphia Bulletin. Oxp gents whose dancing days were supposed to be over years ago, are now practicing the glide waltz, at snow balls. — Union City Times. ‘Two three-year-old youngsters of Haddam shot at each other with revolvers. ‘heir parents didn’t ought to let ’em Haddam.— Worcester Terror. It needs considerable moral courage fora man who is courting to map out and try to grow a pair of side whiskers.—Mew Haven Onion. At midnight in his guarded tent the Turk lay dreaming of the hour-i, was probably about the truth of the matter.— Cincinnati Saturday Night. See here, isn’t it rather curious that when Mr. Noah was in the preserving business he put up nothing but pairs?— Bridgeport Stan- dard. Mr. Scuurz, let us give youa bit of advice. For instance, an oyster broil is a good thing; but it needs some oysters in it.—Mew York Herald. Ann Euiza Younc is going through Massa- chusetts with her “ Horrors of Mormonism,” one of whom she is which.—Louisville Courier- Journal. Now that it has come to the distribution of prizes to the babies some of the mothers natu- rally complain that they have had no show. — Graphic. A_ store in Paris hires out children’s toys by the week. The French always did take the lead in the matter of children’s toy-lets.—. Y. Com. Adv. ‘Tue man who has a pretty, scolding wife doesn’t have any difficulty in understanding how a thing of beauty may be a jaw forever. Worcester Press. Ir the short man ever feels overcome with an intense desire to be tall, it is when he finds himself on the outside of a crowd at a dog- fight.— Fulton Times. ‘THe superfluity of moustache cups over mous- taches convinces us that nature is either too slow, or manufacturers of cups are too ambi- tious.— Fulton Times. Mr. Rar has been shooting at Mr. Larkin, and has developed the fact that he is unreliable with a pistol. We-trust he may improve.— Baltimore Every Saturday. AMERICA now supplies Europe with beef, flour, apples, butter, cheese. Who says she may not claim the proud title of “ the Fodder- land?”—WM. Y. Com, Adv. ‘Ie average editor won't hang up his stock- ing; but will indulge in profitless regrets that he was so imprudent as to hang up his over- coat.— Worcester Press. “ MeN go by epochs in drinking whiskey,” thinks the New York Herald. Does anybody remember any remarkable absence of epoch lately ?— Rochester Democrat. ARNOLD, the ink man, lives in a white house and drives white horses. He is bluff, jolly, 64, has a big inkome, and not a blot mars his hap- piness.— Norristown Herald. Our reporter at the cat-show says: ‘The genus tramp is rot there. I asked several people to explain why, but no one could tell me'ow it was."—Brookiyn Union- Argus. ‘THe New York Hera/d says that Gail Ham- ilton “never strikes twice in the same place.” Good reason why; the place is gone after she has struck once.—Rewey Pressling. GeneraL Pierson, in his report of the Pitts- burg riots, says that he was not present when the firing began. He certainly was absent when it ended.— Worcester Presslet, Ir Senator Davis's parents had known what he was going to weigh, they wouldn’t have been so stingy about piecing up a front name for him out of the family title.— Phila. Bulletin. comichooks.com