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"'e'y W pldce hifDseIl al tnelr mead, ant
march towards Cracow. Now, if at Thu
moment the throne should suddenly becom,
vacant, what power on earth could proven
him from ascending it, and claiming the hant
of his then veritable queen? And then he
expatlated on the happiness they should en-.
joy, when they should live in fearless union
Lake gods together, careless of mankind"
What is this exclaimed Bona, suddenl,
starting up-'what is this you would temp
me 10 You dare not even name the horrit
deed you would have me commit. Avannt
you are devil, .aas>G Jnski lyon would
drag me to pcrdilion.' Then falling in tear.
upon his neck, she impiored him not to temp
Der further. oh Atx2l Albert she
cricd, | bescecI YOU, plunge me no, into
tins pit Of guilt. You can | feel you car
have mercy! impIore you, charge you on
your soul, convert me not into this Demon
Spare me this crime!
is it alone said the duke, who s,rove
/ the while by his caresses TO soolhe and pacify
her-'lS il alone who have brought down
upon us this dis,ressfu alternative? Neither
of US. while love dccoycd US on step by step
dreamed of the terrible necessity towards
which it was hourly conducting US. But
here we are-halt-wav up, and the precipce
below. We must rush still upwards. There
is safety only on the summit. Pause, and
we fall. Oh, did you think that you, ii queen
could play as securely as some bureher's
wife, the pleasant comedy Of an amorous in
trlgue! No, no; YOU mast queen it even in
crime. High station and bold deeds become
each other. We are committed, Bona. |,
is choice ofllfe or death. His death or ours
For-scarccly dare | breathe the thought
/ the sudden revenge of your TrdTflrch husband,
whose jealousy, at least, aye has not tanned,
may execute its purpose before his dotagc
has had time to return
where do von lead me- What shall |
become! ? cried the bewidercd queen. Il
have loved thee, Albert, but hate not him.
/ ask thee not TO bate
They married me to Sgismnnd out OF
state policy. Yon | have chosen for the
/ partner of my heart, aud will protect You
to the utcrmost. LIE, things rest there-'tis
well enough
| I'VE will consult further of our plans
sweet Bona said the duke, and, crcling her
with his arm, he led the weeping queen into
an adjoining room.
! The victory lie felt, was his.
CHAPTER Ill.
The scene changes To an apartment of a
very different style. We enter the house OF
the chancellor; but it is not the chancellor
himself who is first presented 10 our view.-
In an antique Gothic cl.o al - in The deco.
ration and structure of which the most cost,
material had been sludously united with the
severest simplicity of taste, sat Maria, the
only daughter and child of Count Laski.-
She sat at he embroidery. The embroidery,
however, had fallen upon her lap; she lean.
ed back, resigned to her meduaions, IN a
massive arm-chiir covered with purple vel
vet, which ii is impossible not to think mus,
have felt something like pride and pleasure as
her slight and lovely form sank into it. 1t
was d long reverc.
In an angle Of this lofty room, at some dis.
lance, but II out Of the range of clear Wis.
ion, stood molonless as a statue, the slave
Hakcm. His arms were folded on his breast
his eyes rested, without as i, seemed, pow.
er to Withdraw il, on the beautiful figure Of
the lovely young girl before him. 1t was
one of those long intense luok- which show
that the person on whom it is fixed is still
more the object of meditation than Of vision
where it is the soul that looks. Haken
eazed like devotee upon de sA,red image
Of his saint.
Maria, quite unconscious of this gaze, pur.
sued her meditaions. Her eye caught thu
honr-elas that stood on small table beside
her. Sand after sand, said she, musing tC
herself sand after sand, thought atte
thought. The same sand ever trickling there
the same thought ever coursing through m,
mind. Oh, love love They say it en-
larges the heart; | think it contracts 1t to {
single point
'llakem she said, after pause, and turn
ing towards the slave, 'you are true to my
father, will You be true also 10 met
To her father J he murmured to himself
'as if'-And then, checking himself ant
speaking aloud, he answered. The Chris
lians are not so true to your sweet namesake
the Holy Virgin, whom they adore, as vii
be to YOU
A simple promise will sunice,' said Maria
You have, Hlkem-let me say it wilhou
ofence-a style of language --.>>zlern sup
vperholical-which either | mus
learn to pardon, or you must labor to reform
1t does not suit our northern cline
/ am mute. Yet, lady, YOU have some