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asked on nv return that evening.

piled; she is as well.informed and ac
complished as she is beautiful, but what
would my father say she is but por-
ter's daughter F"
"Ah," thought 1 he thinks of what
hir father would say; assuredly she has
gained one point; she has conquered his
own pride.
Thus the week passed. Marie was only
to be seen in the afternoon: she dressed
in a style much above her station, l
thought, but she was such perfect lady
that one lost sight Of this apparent IN
congruity. My friend was perfectly en-
raptured; he spoke and thought of moth
| ing but Marie. The merits Of my own
sweet little betrothed were quite eclipsed,
or rather never mentioned; for when at
times | would endeavor to speak OF Liz
zie was interrupted and bored with the
name OF Marie. l could not blame. my
friend, nor be angry with him, Tor here.
toforc Lizzle's name and merits had
formed the staple of our evenings con-
versation.
One evening we returned home earlier
than usual, and were surprised to hear
the sound of female voice singing in
our rooms. We stopped and listened at
the door. 1t was love song from the
opera of Pre- TIT Cl6res, a faYerite Of my
| friends.
How beautiful she sang! with what
STYLE and execution! She was finished
artistic We stopped at the door until the
last note had died away, and was sue
ceeded by lively raise Then we enter
ed.
at is impossible it can't be- cried
Jules.
But it was Marie, who, rising from the
piano as we entered, stood suffused with
bushes.
81 beg your pardon, gentlemen, for
my presumption in entering your room,'
she said &" but madame was here arrang-
ing them, and | came up to keep her com
pany.
Madame's head, with her twinklipg,
mischievous little eyes, just then peered
forth from the adjoining room, as il
proof of Marie's statement.
"No presumption, whatever, Made
moiselle; it is an honor,' said Jules.
=" But beg you will once more sing my
favorite song.
The sun had long since cast its last
rays on Montmartre, and madame had a
dozen times risen to go, and still jules
and Marie were at the piano. My friend
was an accomplished performer at the
piano, and an enthusiastic admirer of
music They sang duets and solos with
out number, and when at last Nine.
jacques said she must go, it was with re-
grct they parted
The morrow was Sunday; VIC slept
| longer than usual on that day, and ten
o'clock had sounded from neighboring
steeple, when Nine. Jacques entered the
room with two letters, one for Jules and
one for me. Mine was from Lizzie; she
was educated in France, and she told me
that she intended paying visit to an old
school fellow Of hers, Mile. Ernond, who
resided at the Chateau de Beauvlle, near
Rouen; and further, that she expected
me to pay her an early visit there.
could bring my double, thus she call
ed my friend with me. | jumped out OF
bed, delighted at the prospect Of seeing
Lizzie so soon, and | hurried into Jules
chamber. | found him intently occupied
with little rose.colored billet.
"What, a billet doux" said |. pray
who thus honors you, Monsieur Jules y
He handed me the note; the writing
was delicate and ladylike.
Monsieur, thus it ran" ] have
to thank you much for the honor and
pleasure you have afforded me by your
pleasant society. leave Paris this morn
ing, and have no time to bid you adieu
Receive, therefore, monsieur, my lest
wishes, and believe me, with respect,
"MARIE.
"Wcll, il is bad news, mon ami, said
"but il YOU love her, you must find on,
from madame where she is gone, and fol
low her. "
"Ah, madame won't tell me her ad
dress, replied Jules. "She says Marie
has forbidden her TO do SO. She says
she is gone to join the family with whom
she resides in Normandy. "
"But this is supurb!' exclaimed
4" Read what Lizzie says. cwill be of
on Thursday morning, and, having seer
Lizzie, / will tell her ofyour love affair
and sm sure she will aid you, for a wo
mans wit is sharper than a mans.
Thursday evening found us located il
the hall Of the Chateau de Beauville. Th'
first raptures of meeting with my Lizzi
were over, and we were seated near tn
fire which burned in the huge chimney
Jules was occupied with Lizzie's friend
Mile. Ernond, while tho rest OF the fami
ly were variously engaged in other part
Of the chateau.
had determined to speak to Lizzie
Jules love affair at the earliest oppor
tunity, and this opportunity now present
ed itself How her eyes sparkled Will
| narrated the story and described Marie
| thought she was amused at the idea
the struggles between pride and love tina
my friend had undergone.
: ! had scarcely finished speaking whe
. Mile. Ernond rang and, when the SCI
t want appeared, she desired him to as
G Marie to come to her.
t "She is my companion, she sale
! smiling to Jules; n very beautiful an
interesting GIRL assure you; but unto'
tunately she is only a porter's daushte
What could we have thus fortnnatct
, found Marie with; days search 7 Ye'
a,.o auouuL tho 1nnr oppnp1 and tlpr