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RI have prOmlseu-- i'll You not trust me7
he said in half.reproachful tone; and AIDE
laide bent eagerly forward TO catch glimpse
| of the young girl to whom the words we're ad
dressed, but her face was turned away, ant
| the large hood Of wollen cloak was drawr
over head, almost completely concealing hel
features.
81 do trust yOu,' she said in reply to The
young man words-"I do indeed. And now
good by, dear Andre; we shall meet again
soon-in our own beautiful Normandie. p
And she held out her hand, which he took and
held for an instant without speaking.
MAY, l not conduct you homer he asked
at length.
"N0 Andre; it is better We should part here.
We must not trust too much to our courage, it
has failed us so often already" And as she
spoke, she raised her head, and looked up tear
fully at her companion, disclosing as she did
to a face of striking beauty, although worn
and pallid to painful degree, and appear
ing even more so than ii really was, from the
total absence Of her hair. The tears sprang
into Adelaide's eyes. In the careworn coun-
tenance before her she read bitter tale. Al
most instinctivelY, she drew forth her purse,
and leaning over the side of the carriage,
called out, Lucille LucilleP' But the
young girl did not hear her she had already
Andre stood gazing after her, as il uncertain
Of the reality Of what had Just occurred. He
was so deeply engrossed in his reflections, that
he did not hear his name pronounced repeat
edly by both Adelaide and her friend. The
latter at length directed the servant to accost
him, and the footman was alighting for that
purpose, when two men turned quickly the
corner Of the street. and perceiving Andre,
stopped suddenly, and one OF them exclaimed
--"Ah, good evening, Bernard, you are Just
the very fellow we want" and taking Andre
by the arm, he drew him under the shade of a
porte cochre, and continued, as he placed a
small morocco case in his hand: "Take care
| Of this for me, Andre, till return, shall be
at your lodgings in an hour. Giraud and
are going to the Cite, anda this pocket book
| contains valuables, we arc afraid Of losing it
| .4H TCU0Sr."
| Andre made no reply Hepaced the pock
-et-he0k earelessly in his bosom, and his, tvs
friends continued hastily their way. He we
himself preparing to depart, when the foot
man tOuchcd him gently on the shoulder, an
told him Of Mademoiselle de Varenne's wis
to speak with him. Andre approached th
carrisse, surprised and half abashed at the un
looked for honor; then taking off his car
waited respectfully for one Of the ladies !
address him.
AT the same instant, police officer seize
him roughly by the arm, and exclaimed
| "Here is one Of them! | saw them all thre
together not two hours agol'' And calling +
| comrade who stood near, he was about t
| lead Andre away. At first, the young maj
made no resistance; but his face grew dead,
| pale; and his lip trembled violently.
| what do you want? What have / done
he demanded at length, turning suddenl,
round to face the accuser; but the latter onlI
replied by laugh, aud an assurance that h
would know all about it presently. A Sigh
! struggle ensued, in the midst of which tht
pocket book fell to the ground, and consid
eTable number Of bahk-nOtes bestrewed thl
| pavement. At this sight, Andre seemed sud
| denly to understand the cause of his arrest; b,
stood for an instant gazing at the notes with
countenance of horror; then with an almOs
| gigantic effort, he broke from the grasp whicl
| held him, and darted away in the direction
| which had before been taken by eyohn girl
He was Immediately followed by the police
but although Adelaide and her friend remain
ed forsome time watching eagerly the pursuit
they were unable to discover whether hi
had succeeded in effecting his escape.
81 am sure hope so, poor fellowl" mur.
INJURED Adelaide as they drove homewards-
"foT LuCille's sakeas well as for his"
"You have quite made up your mind then
as to its being Lucille that we saw2 sai(
Madame d dlHeranville with a smile "If il
was" she added, more gravelys 81 think she
eau scarcely merit all the trouble you are Civ.
ing yourself on her account. Her friendship
for Andre does not speak much in her favor.
"Why not2 Surely you do not think ht
stole the pocket -book2 asked Adelaide, in un.
disguised dismay. rf rr
Perhaps not but his intimacy with those
who did, leads oneto suppose that he is moi
-As.,. ~, Vaa.
Der the old proverb: "Dis moi qui in hantes
| je te dirai qui tu es.''
"Do you not think we should give infor.
nation respecting what we saw He was Ger.
taiuly unconscious Of its cOntents2" asked Ad-
| elaide again, after a short silence.
"He appeared SO, returned Madame d'H He
ranville; ''and shall write tomorrow to thC
police office. Perhaps our evidence may h'
useful to him.
"To-morrow!" thought Adelaide; but she
did not speak her mind aloud. "And tonight
he must endure the agonies Of suspense! =
And then she looked earnestly at her COM
panion's face, and wondered if, when hers,
like it, was pale and faded, her heart should
also be as cold. A strange, sad feeling crept
over her, and she continued quite silent du-
ring the remainder Of the drive. Her thoughts
were still busy in the formation Of another
pan lOI INC uioSONClg VI NEuh
her arrival at home, she was informed that NJ.
Lagnier desired anxiously to see her, having
something to communicate.
"Mademoiselle, have not been idle, = he
exclaimed, Immediately upon entering the
apartment. "Here is Lucille's address, and
have seen her mother. Poor thingsl'' he ad-
ded, ''they are indeed in want. Their room
is on the sixth floor, and one miserable bed
and broken chair are all the furniture; For
ornament, there was rose tree, in flower
pot upon the window seat, it was withered,
like its yoang mistressl 49,.
"They are not Parisiaus2" inquired Ade-
laide.
"No. no, mademoiselle. From what the
mother said, picked up quite little romance
concerning them. TIE husband died two
years ago, leaving them pretty farm, and
comfortable home in Normandle. Lucille
was very beautiful. ALI the neighbors said 50
and Mrs, belmont was proud Of herchild, Sh'
could not bear her to becomes peasant wife