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/ shall ma out some day or other"
eyes, / suppose so. Meanwhile,
have great friendship for you, and
should like to be reciprocated. We
might both OF us do one another some
good"
George Dickson had good look at
the man, and, sharp Young lawyer that
he was, could not make him out at all.
He was very handsome, shaved like q
gentleman, with no hair on his face ex
cept the moustache and yet he did
not look like Frenchman. He said
that he was a spy, Jesuit, and a Free
Mason, all in the same breath. What
was he? He appeared to George Dick.
son something between Greok and a
Jew when he examined him more nearly.
"You are very agreeable compan-
ion," said George Dickson "but to
tell you the truth, am in no humor to
talk business. What has happened is
80 chastity aud horrible that can think
of nothing except the awful misfor-
tunes"
They had crossed the frontier for
some time now. The road through the
forest continued to be very beautiful,
and the weather heavenly. But in a
turn Of the road, at place where two
officers had paused, there was the first
signs of war eight dead horses, lum-
bering van standing across the road, on
which some German wag had chalked
"via Berlin"
Then they walked together, The
road still wound up the hillside, above
flashing trout stream, seen far below
them in the valley, through trembling
leaves. Then there came turn in the
right, and they passed through the sol.
itary street Of La Chapelle.
George Dickson stood among the
dead, and looked round him. The
place must have been beautiful at one
time, and later travellers have told us
that it is once more beautiful bynature,
though to our eyes it will remain hor-
rible charnel house until death. The
18th of the French line lay in ruins,
motlonlcss, except where they were be-
ing dragged to the trenches by German
soldiers.
why does God allow such things"
he said aloud.
There spoke villain" said the
Bengal officer. bet YOU ten rupees
that you see some nature enmoblei by
this horrible business before the day is
over. What do You feel yourself ?"
"l feel horrible, inconceivable pity,
! feel as if | could lay down my own
life to mend theirs"
"Then hand me over ten rupees"
said the Bengal officer, "for your ma
ture has been ennobled. War is utterly
evil, but God brings good out of it
somehow. Look at that, man there is
woman on the field, looking at the
dead mems faces"
"Ani there is that Frenchman, Dele
val, with her," said George. "That
must be- a sister He said she was in
town; but he told me more in one
week than [ would believe in twelve
MONTH"
Really" said the Bengal officer.
"And yet he does not look like liar, "
Ono liar ever does, my dear soldier"
said George. "If you were n lawyer
You would know that.
"I found my sister at Fonda de
Givonne," said Deleval, approaching
George. "She is looking for some one
whose death might be important to you,
Aime Herbert. Il
"But you said he could pay me"
said George, astonished.
"My dear sir, I required assistance
in getting on, and / forgot what ! told
you. If any part of it was true, | must
have been great fool. My object was
to deceive you. Do me the compliment
to say that | succeeded, or l shall be
extremely angry with you"
George felt extremely inclined to
kick the man, but it was not the place
for any demonstration of tho kind, He
said, a never knew before n French
man to tell such falsehoods as You have
done, sir"
"But, my dear sir, | am not n
Frenchman," said Deleval.
She came toward them and raised her
veil. In one instant the great passage
in George Dickson's life was over.
Amidst the horrible ruin and desolation
he saw the only woman he had ever
cared for the woman he had 80 seldom
seen in his life, but so many thou
sand times in his dreams.
Miss Milton. of Mifield Lane. No
other person in the world. He had
met her twice at parties at Highgate.
and about there, and had fallen in love
with her. He had also dared to walk
with her in Mlfeld Lane, but she had
been cold, almost rude to him. He
had tried to forget her, but it had heen
useless. For the time, as he believed,
he had met her in Milford Lane, and
laid his love before her.
She told tine plain truth. All her
people were French, except her father,
whose name che bore. She was atii'
anced to Aime Herbert, and could not
listen to him. He then committed an
awful ac5 of folly; he made the ac'
ausintance of that young Frenchman,
SO that he might see her sometimes,
even when another's arm was round her
waist. He followed Aime Herbert
about, and at last went security for
MIN utDO WHICH lltipCi" h'oiNS'No
to pay, and which for time nearly
ruined George.
He would not he rich before his faith
er's death. His father was penurious
and mean, keeping him poor and telling
him that he must make his own way in
life. That does not do a man any harm
il he can be got to believe it; and il
Georges father had stopped there all
would have been we'll. But the old
man thought it would be a fine thing for
George to marry we'll. He proposed to
match him with rich young lady, older
than himsslf. She was very good, and
he in state OF infuriated disappoint.
ment. George told her the lie that he
loved her he knew it to be lie, but he
told it. She believed him and wa:
or, atty gratified. In tho meantime hel
father decided that they must wait fol
three years and that he must make his
way in the world,