Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1876-02-19

And then-as if he believed himself,
and hoped to believe himself, the play
thing of some illusion of the brain, and
yearned to see the embodiment of her
whose name he had uttered--he turned
slowly, and leaned heavily against the
chimney-place
Yes, it was Glare!
Whatf This young girl, at once SO
proud and yet so shy, had summoned up
sufficient courage to call upon him, alone1
for she had left her old governess out
side. Monsieur Daburon felt puzzled.
Some great sentiment or powerful motive
had annii!ilated her natural timidity and
aristocratic reserve.
Despite himself, his heart gave great
throb of happiness. He knew she was
lost TO him, but he loved her still, 1t was
such a luxury to look on her sweet face
| again!
He said nothing; only looked at her
with q wistful gaze, almost sad in it's in
tense affection.
He thought her more beautiful than
ever. Her sweet, pale face, and large
dreamy eyes. usually veiled in melan-
choly that WAS habitual to them, now
flashed, and cleaned, like summer-sky
that threatens storm.
He felt that she had made up her mind
thing was, that she would carry out her
purpose with all the noble resolution
that belongs to simplicity and truth.
She advanced towards him with quiet
dignity, extending her hand in a pretty,
friendly way. that some women do with
grace that is intuitivc.
1--WE are still friends, are we not7" she
said, with Il trcnlulous smile
The magistrate felt like great awk-
ward schoolboy. He looked at the little
white, ungloved hand, and only touched
it with the tips of his fingers.
"Friends, of course" he murmured.
"Yon know that am devoted to you"
Mademoiselle d'Arlange subsided gently
into vast nrm-chair-the very same arm
| chair in which Old Corkscrew, only two
succeeded in etfecting the arrest of Al
bert.
Monsieur Dahuron renamed standing,
leaning against the chimney-piece.
"iou know why l have comet" asked
the girl.
With bend of the head, he made
sign which meant "Yes."
He was battling with himself Could
he resist herl Could he refuse supplica-
tons when they came from such MOUTH
"lt was only yesterday that knew all
about it," continued Glare; .'they kept it
from me; without my dear old governcss,
i wouldn't have known it even now. Oh,
what night have passed! was quite
overwhelmed at first: but directly heard
that it WAS you who was directing all in
luiries, my fears were dis~ipatcd." Then
she added, in II tone of confidence. "Youll
get him off, of co:rset'
The magistrate WAS silent. He half-ad-
hall IL |,
nor pure faith, that doubted nothing.
"And if tell you. Mademoiselle d'Ar-
lanyc." he commenced, "that the Viscount
is not nnocenti'
Sh" half rose, with gesture of profess
tation.
"lf tell you that he is guiity1"
Glare locked at the magistrate in wide
eyed wonder. Had sh" understood him
righ;ly--or had the sorrow of the last day
or two dazed and stupetied hery Every
ching of the most impossible and improb-
able sort seemed natural now, after those
last tcrribl. words of his.
He, not daring to raise his eyes, went
n speaking. i'll voice that trembled
lightly, but that increased in strength as
ne went on.
81 canno. tell you what feel in speaking
% you now; but. cruel as it may seem, l
truth. Muster up, then, all that courage
that l know you possess, and meet with
Il noble tirmness the greatest misfortune
that can fall upon 4 truc-hearted woman.
The mnn ycu l'1e is guilty."
l1k" physician who pours out dam
.cr"ns mr,ticine--calculating it drop by
.rap--. Monsieur Daburon pronounced
s.oa Is. word 10y wcrd this last sentence.
He watched her out of the corner Of
his eye, expecting, in prison language,
that she would "Lreak out" or faint, or
scream.
lie was entirely out in his calculations.
She did nothing of the kind.
She rose, as if galvanized, strong in her
youth and energy; her usually pale and
delicate face crimson with excitement;
and her beautiful eyes, that had before
been dim with tears, sparkling with in
dignation.
at is false" she cried; "and those who
have put such an idea into your head
have lied! l can't mince words now, be-
cause l know am speaking the truth! I
know Albert know that it is impos.
sible for him TO do cruel or an UNDER
hand action! We're he in this room at this
very moment" she said, vehenently,
stretching out her arms towards the mag
istrate, land were he on his knees before
me. confessing his guilt, l would push
htlf. back, and tell MIN he was dreamngr
ale hasn't confessoks yet said the mag
istrate, greatly upset, and wiping his
moist forehead with his still moster hand.
"lt doesn't matter whether he docs or not
the evidence against him is rs clear rs
the noon-day sun! Facts are stubborn
things, Madcmoisclle d'Arlange."
III deny that they are!' said Clare. now
thoroughly at bay. II repoal-nay,
swear to you!-that Justice is entirely on
the wrong tack this time. Yes!" she in
sisted, with little stamp of her foot,
catching gesture of pity on the part of
her listener; ~ am us sure of it as | see
you have made up yosr mind to the con-
trary' l know Albert better than he
knows himsrlf.'
Monsieur Daburon was about to make a
timid objection; but she waved him impa-
tiently aside.
at is now four years that we have loved
each other. Since that time have had
no thought that has been hidden from
him. and-yes. l will answer it before
Heaven-he has had no secret from mo.
Alas! he WAS, as am. alone in the world.
His father never loved him-oh. never!
and it was for that reason, suppose, feel
ing our loneliness in the world, that we
trusted 30 much and clung SO close to-
gether We had bat one heart. or. rather,
two hearts that beat as one And will yoi
m Al