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"a Pole, YOUR Majesty. -

"An accluent, doubtless, VI 1nsignorcf
beyond all question. your Majesty"
Point out this officer to me"
The ecvlesiastic indicates Palowsky who
was drawing up his men in column in rear
Of the coach. The same piercing glance
from the eyes Of the Gar fell upon the
pale face of the young officer.
"Yes," muttered Nicholas, '.an unmis-
taxable Pole! These people carry with
them the same expression. Aud | am to
be escortud by--a Pole"
He was called from this half soliloquy
by the voice of the oeclesiastic.
81 know this young man, your Maj
esty," he said; "he is brave, honorable,
aud incapable of treachery, l think. But
his hatred of Russia is intense; from the
moment you leave Rome you will be in
his power. 1t is, therefore your Majesty
to decide if you will have u different es.
eort."
"The Gar looked second time at
Palowsky, aud said briefly:
"You say that he is brave Monsignore?"
"As his word"
Aud honOrable?"
" The soul of honor but a Pole, and
as such. regarding your Majesty as his
bitterest foe"
The Gar inclined his head with impos-
ing calmness,
/" have no fear, MonsignOre, of any
mishap. If this man is brave and honor
able, he will not slay the person entrusted
to his charge. There is besides, no dan
ger. NJ hour has not yet come, Monsig-
more. The Cars OF Russia only die in
Russia"
Aud he made courteous movement
with his hand to signify that he was ready
to depart
Your Majesty will not have another
escort ?"
" No. What matter, Monsignore? If
my hour is come, will die if not, why
care!"
And at a sign from the Gar the coach
moved the horses passed from walk in-
to a trot from a trot to a headlOug gai-
lop and, followed by the Outriders and
the mounted escort, the veheicle di,ap-
poared amid "A cloud Of dust in the di-
rection of Civita Vecchia.
Il should have inisted " he murmur-
ed, in voice which almost trembled.
This young man hates. Russia aud the
Gar too bitterly to render his escort a
safe one Why did | not act promptly l.?
Why suffer this possibility of an eternal
stain upon the faith ? Aud now it is too
late too late The monarch who has
groupd the unhappy Poland under his
iron heel until every man, woman and
child Of the land curse him in their very
prayers-this hated enemy, this foe OF foes
is alone, unarmed, undctended, in the
rover of Pole They will pass through
the mountain gorges, where the outriders
even cannot accompany the coach closely.
In the narrow road, what easier than to
spur to the side of the vehicle, lean into
the window, plunge stiletto, Or discharge
pistol bullet into the breast of the Gar
The worthy priest turned pale at the
picture drawn by his imagination, and re-
entered the Vatican with step so tremu-
Ious and uncertain that he nearly fell in
rcmOunting the flight of marble steps.
"He will return by noon tomorrow, if
he ever returns this Pole" he murmured.
And after remaining an hour IN the
place MousignoIe Frangipanni went with
a heavy and tnoubled heart to his own
house, where he spent nearly the whole
night in anxious thought, torturng him
self more and more with the fear that
something terrible would happen to the
Gar before he reached Civita Vecchia
1t was only toward daylight that he fell
into uneasy sIumber; and from this he
suddenly awoke with IA start. His anxiety
had followed him in sleep; be saw IN a
dream, an attack by PaIowsky and his
Poles upon the Cars coach; the Pole had
had plunged dagger in the Cars breast
the Gar had fallen back bathed in
blood, alIeady dying--then Monsignore
Frargpannl had started from slumber, o.
verwhelmed by tragic emotion and bathed
in cold sweat
He rose dressed, scarcely touched his
simple meal, and getting iuto his carriage,
was driven to the VactcaD: Palowsky
would return thither, doubtless-ifhe re-
turned--to make his report. Would be
return? Was he not at that moment fly
ing with his fellow murderers at full speed
across the frontier to the Papal States ?
the Gar corpse, the good faith ofth
church forever dshonored
All at once the Monsignore heard the
rush of horses behind him, and turning
his head, uttered suppressed cry.
Palowsky was seen approaching at full
gallop, unaccompauied, and in a few mo-
ments drew rein and threw himself from
the saddle beside the coach.
Monsignore Frangipanui, pale, anxious,
with something at once fearful aud terri
BILE in the expression Of his countenance,
uttered the single word
Well!"
Palowsky was as pale as his companion,
and seemed in one day to have grown ten
years older. His features were haggard,
his brow streaming with sweat, and he
nanted, and almost staggered as be placed
lis feet upon the ground. Grasping the
,ridle of his exhausted horse. whose mouth
vas filled With foam, and leaning for sup
,ort on the neck Of the animal, the Pole
ixed his bloodshot eyes upon Monsignorc
Frangipanui, and although his lips moved
,ot sound issued from them.
"Speak I" exclaimed the priest, "wha
| the meaning of this strange silence