Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1858-01-01

A moment she gaxed up into his face, |
the large eyes eloquent with deep feeling |
then she sprang forward.sud was gather I
ed like dove 70 the breast.
Father Frsncisr
Daughter
There were no other words spoken
but their glances met and they were fail /
Of warm, earnest, trusting sympathy.
Then you viii trust me now? ? You
win not doubt my faith ?
Necer 2
II sunk down deep into his heart for
there was an -eloquenee in thai face, up.
turned to his, more expressive than
words, that quickened the life-curreut In
his veins, and sent the warm sunlight, in
a food Of golden radiance, over the
future
Magdalene, would You sec Arnaud
to night ?
Tonight, iatherT and the blue eyes
were raised in glad surprise.
This night, child but not to speak
with him-ony to bear witness Of my
innocence and you will gos You do
not fear me, Magdalene, and will not in
the future 2
'AeuerP
Again be treasured that word in bis
heart, and felt strength given him with
that rich gift-a friend. A flower had
blossomed in bis pathway.
The room into which the monk led The
young girl was no less richly furnished
than the royal chamber; but here upon
the walls hung casques, axes, and spears,
with dints upon their polished edges, tell
ing the fate of many naughty Sara
cen.
Upon a velvet couch, near the high
arched entrance, lay young knigbt-for
such the heavy silver cross, lying upon
his velvet tunic, that rose and fell with
every respiration of the sleeper, bespoke
him. His suit Of steel had given place
to one of black velvet, and the polished
helmet to light plumed hat, that lay up
on the marble pavement where he had
tossed it.
His form was slight, but we'll proper
toned with grace and beauty in its cur
wing lines; and around the proud lip, the
soft eye, the broad, white forehead, were
stamped the mark Of royalty, The
young knight was Arnaud De Bourn.
The monk bent low down over that
sleeping form, as though studying his fea-
lures; and, as the fair girl watched him,
She caught the words,
"If they had studied that face, they
might have well known that it WIS
He suddenly checked himself as #,
until then, unaware Of any presence save
his own.
Whose father?7 she gasped, an in.
tense earnestness sweeping over her face
and her white fingers orvulsiveiy clutch
ing the heavy folds Of bis robe.
'Arnaud De Bourns.'
The blue eyes were shaded by their
long siIken lashes, as she bent them
on the marble pavement, but sh,
answered not. There was a fearfu
thought stealing into her young heart.
Again the monk bent over the sleeper
. and drew short dagger from under hi
doublet, its jewelled hilt flashing in tt,
light. The young girl caught the move
ment and instinctively sprang forward
: her white arms uplif,ed but a glance a
that pale face sent the blood rushing oye
neck and cheek, and she shrunk back Tx.
/. one having lost heart secret.
You viii Hepsr doubt me, Magdalene:
e Father, forgive me 2 and She sunk Il
i meek supplieation at his feet.
You are forgiven, child il was bat
e shadow that erept ia upon Jour heart, b
y returned, raising her from the floor.
But listen. Do you not hear foot
;, stepsT
e The fair girl drew nearer to Lis sd,
e for there were mufled sounds upon th
+ stairs.
ri This way child = and the monk dre'
+ the young girl into the deepest shadoa
l. as be spoke; then darkening the light, /
e stole back to her side again.
ul Ere many moments, two forms cam
J. siealtiiily into lbe chamber. They spoil
together for a moment. then one pa=ss
ts out, leaving the other alone wi,l tho
,r two watchers and the sleeper.
D. For a moment fbe man gazed anxiou
ly around the room then sIowiy aulaee
% the youths doublei and "a, sofily FOR D
heart. A smile flashed over hia face I
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