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mons. should be rendered in writing, for
the satisfaction Of my Commander, Is
whom would no, willingly bear false
Interpretation of your message
Il will answer your master, sir, by the
mouth of my cannon!' thuudered the ez-
aspera,ed governor. whose scarcely smoth
cred wrath leaped into a flame at the
audncious GOODNESS o: the herald. Thus.
and thus only. will | hold parley with
him, and that ere long; fos it is time TO
teach him that the Comte de Frontenac.
the vicegerant Of the greatest monarch in
the world, is not TO be dealt with In this
manner, even by his peers
With naughty wave Of his hand, the
angry old noble rose and Left the council
chamber. offended by his suite. 1t was
the signal for the heralds departure: and
again, with bandsdged eyes. he was con-
Quoted through the fortified city 10 the
boat which had borne him ca his lruiliess
mission thither.
The hostiIities which almost immedi
ately ensued on the conclusion Of this brief
conference. are ma tiers OF history, and
upon them, even did the limits OF our tale
permit. we have no desire 10 iwell. Hour
after hour the dreadful csnnonade con,in.
ued; but directed, as was the fire of the
! English colonists, against me nights Of
the upper town, their balls f. ii harmless;
while the numerous guns 90 the rocky
fortress replied with power that told
fatally upon the enemys fotilla, and
siilled the bea;ing OF many gallant heart
tha, fought upon its decks. All day the
| fearful strife went on oB-wseping eyes
watched its progress-on aching hearts
! its sounds fell like the knell of their liie's
happiness; and in darkened chambers some
lay unable to move, with fearless eyes,
and ears muff1ed. 10 shut Out the incessant
booming Of the cannon. But the weary
| day declined at last; twilig:t. brief and
( bright, came on; and then the welcome
light, ehrouding all things in darkness.
and stilling for time the desperate fight.
Saint Ours hailed the approach of night
with JOY. All day he had been nstive
where peril was rifest, urs had escaped
unscathed even a brief respite ives grate'
full TO him. Another evening might not
find him breathing. loving Oh that earth,
made radiant by the presepce Of Euphro-
! syne; for there lay the black hulks of the
hostile vessels. waiting for dawn TO re-
new the strife; and among the victims
marked for death. might no: himself be
numbered?
With this thought sprans ! an intense
desire TO see Euphrosyne. Il .niy for q
few moments, to learn how she had borne
the trials of the day. and TO draw comfort
and courage from her smile. But he had
been left for the night in command ofone
of the batteries Of the lower town; and 10
forsake his post. even FOR an instant; was
impossible. So. sadly resigning himself
to the hard necessity. he stood drea mily
gazing at the currents of the castle. as
they stood against :he evening sky. and
picturing 20 himself the beloved image
which had never left him even in the Pc
rils of the fight. He was interrupted by
a message from NJ. de Fronienac. who re.
quired his immediate attendance at the
castle. He needed no second bidding tC
make him obey the summons. trusting
that. when he had received the Comte';
commands, he should be able 10 steal {
short interview with Euphro syne before
quitting the castle.
He was detained but few minutes b,
the governor, who desired 10 charge him
with a secret mission TO the commands
of distant redoubi; and as Louis passed
from his presence, he made slight de
tour. in order 10 traverse the corridor in
which the private apartments Of Mada me
de- Lavasseur were situated. His heart
beat high with the hope of meeting her
but the place was vacant; though, seeing
the door Of her boudoir stand partly open,
he paused opposite 10 it irresolute, yet
fearing to enter unbidden. No light
cleaned from within. and he venturec
softly to breathe her name; but, there was
no answer; not sound broke the deep
silence; only faint odor Of the flowers
she mos, loved stole halmily, like her owr
sweet presence. upon his senses.
A glass door al the end Of the corridor
stood open. and with a trembling. unde-
fined hope he passed through it to the
balcony, and there he found the object ot
his search. With the traces af emotion
still lingering on her face, she lay upon
a cushioned seat. the folds OF her white
garments falling gracefully around her,
and her attitude Que Of profound rep0se
The moonbeams trembling through flee
cy cloud. quivered on her face, their pale
soft ligh; seeming to surround her head
with a halo. and thus lending o celestial
cha ra cter TO her beauty.
Saint Ours stole toward her shrinking
at the sound Of his own step. yet drawing
nearer till her low measured breathing fel.
softly upon his ear. Ii seemed as if she
had wept herself to sleep. for tears were
yet glisteniDg on her cheek, round which
her hair fell 10 disorder. descending in
rich folds TO the floor. One hand pillow
ed her head. the other lay passiyely across
her breast. and in its clasp glitte:ed the
Ijewslled setting of miniature. Louis
felt pang of bitter jealousy shoot through
his heart; he knew the picture could be
no other than that of him whom she had
welded and lost in early youth. and he
could not bear TO have her steal one
thought from him. TO lavish even on the
dead. Suddenly her sleep became dis
turbed; she moved. and murmured softly,
hut hic ~anoht the xyh xyordc