, 1873-12-07


to Kill hm-to sla',G!'tor hina-to jump OH him.
Before 10 could find \ word with which to e1-
prcsa him.clf Mario throw horself at tho door
with such forco thak tho panels cracked, and II.
| 10 Marquis spoa down tic stairs to naior re-
| fuge.
And now. Mario, vhero art tllou7 n.st thou
eacanod but to end thy. bright short l!fo
tor tint than to lire and bear the weight OF aor-
row and disappointment that thv lovor's msr-
riago with another would hare laid on thy young
| hoart.
Tho two old mon throw stonos down tho well,
and lfatoned.
...1ooro ia no eonnd. sho In tle.tl."
"h,y fsith! will have bask my two thou
"Aud IL mill hayo back my daughter, mon
aeignenr.".
"What thon ?"
''Tha gaoys."
".11resEop'2, ns 'o 's,!so no s, ono must knor this"
keep thom. Sac-r.r-r-r-r-r-e."
"Wllass to bo dono:"
"Roturp. All, my poor bsck!"
But the body may 10 fonnd!"
can't 400 that depth"
"Nlunscigneur. sight IL not the only Bcnso,
| alas u
Trombone pinoho1 his nose o1preAuivel,.
"That IL TRUTH
You must fetch big stones, Monso!gnour,
| and will drop them down"
"I'his heap OF stones -"
"To,ch tiom not. It would lead to our dis
They had to go far for atonos these two mis-
orablo old mon, and tho moon wzs high in tho
heavnna whon taey dealstod
90 my bacI! Tint will do"
no my log! YoH, that nil! do"
"Yes, that will d." eai1 third yoico.
THO two fcroamed with fright, and looked 1T
tho buAh from Which tho voice proceeded. What
voice was IT. Was il from tho dead? It was
supernatural. frightful. The leaves of tic busl1
qniyorou aud from 1t roso heal. Was it III
aprnritlon7
No, it was Tiloubon. Ito naid:
"You two, consider yourselves my prisoners.
mn L rascal. but wlli not wink at t,is lnfanty.
Fratr!elle consider yoarseli strang'ed! And
you, Marquis. rs this girl IL mt Your wife, rest
assured you will not 50 uupuuis!4od."
"Siae waa dead"
"llow will you prove tha.2"
fioubon, desr Filoubou, I havo ever boen
"M hGw S.gs viii you repay mo for that in]ury'"
"A,d |. too, will buy your friendship With
1ivres."
q nov many vii yon give your friend poypr to
sienr Troinbonef"
"What7 Ttatricidc!" /"
For itenyen'A sake n,,Gak lover, or not at all
| Take al my fifteen hundred"
'Monscur, forget n1om you nero two Sec
onas since; ahals hands. Aud now, MouHelg-
neur?"
"A hundred 1iyros."
"Wlati"
atm only murdoror.t
''Yes. but this vas 4 girl, young, prcpossoss-
ipg; that lnnkcs difference, cat, tcli YOU.
And you are horrid ugly; t!!at also will mako
| difference With the tribunal"
"Wllat you will"
Monscignonr, l shall remember vhcro you
live until 1 have the money. Let us yet il ut
oneo."
Then tloY returned to the chateau; and whom
Fsloubon had filed his pockats with gold, llo
said to Trombone:
"blouslour, do you not foc1 remorse? Do you
not wish the !ittlo Mario were llying?"
"Ah, me. that do, God knows!"
Sand you, Marquis 2'
,o6 "SG prs ra5 har Tou2 E, yen sv' no. you sro If
"Iho world. Monsiour--if only had it," sad
Trombone, ,toeny The CORNERS Of Lis ompty pock-
ots.
"You havo bcon worry good to NO." said
Filonbon, II will bo good to you--gratuitousy.
will give YOU joyful surprise: Prepare your
selves. Tho little Mario lives!"
" "lIoayons!" shrieacd tho Marquis,
"Ihe other place! |" growed Trombone.
I" Dut the piece o. her dges8?h
III hung # oyer the well, as caution to tho
uuwa,y."
- Do you know whore she In Z"
"ies, aha ia IN the hands Of friend OF
"Monscigncur, ne are AS badly of az ever"
"8he will ulako II unpleasant for you with the
Prefect, II a!,o can get II. lepin to help her."
"M-o.n Deu!"
"Iho deyil'
twill your friend giyc her mp"
:" lie will wa.at lot Of money"
"Sso-r-,-r-ol he must have it,"
Monselenour,, what Mill benny commisnon7"
=" What you will.h
"TAat little heap OF notes; they arc useless
to you; they will make mo quito respectable"
Eirl' ' -" ''@~
may follow, Monsieur Trombono, Tor tie sake of
our old acquaintance"
Filonbon led them for many wcary miles, un-
I'll ut lust they ca1no to o wretclcl hoyel, em-
bowcred IN rank shrubs. Filoubon opened Tie
turned with the little Maro. Whom he had
- This Ia a small house,
"Trnly; clnnot stand upright"
"rhoy haso been cooking some strange potago
Ny faith. there is strange odour! What iz
this? Oh-h, tic uaa,o Of heaven, 1t IL piEyty!
Hush! there are Voices"
lndcod thoro vo1o voicos. and lights approach
laughter and presently, The dour being thrown
group Ut pcoplo, in holiday dress gatIersd |
kofore thon.. Foremost stood popir. alil by hs |
side tho bride thoy Ind fossted upon him. Trou,-
bono and tue Marquis were at a loss TO UNDER
saud thia sceuo, until Filoubuu, stepptn: bo-
tween, said;
Monsieur 10 31arquls do Ia Grenoni!logon-
foo. permit mo to introunca you to tile h:.lo /
Marie, Munsiour pcpil's brltlo."
" Dut-hstt-bat bho IL lie dumb gl,l"
Not D. bit OF it," snitl tho littlo Marie, and
sho tin CIV llos atnlH round icr husbands neck |
aud kiasod him bcfo,o eyory one.
Thon the two roguoa crawled ont Of Tho pigsty
and walked home, lhat iB il they died not on ItLe
road.
IF, o POET.