The Morning herald., 1877-09-28
Yes, Il Was Glare!

r13y She had lPfther Ielda RovOrness out
sidA wMmsishr9 GD4 4buion felt puzzled
Some sfeat aeftiReft of powerful motiys
hsd aanihilAtshd her. natural tanidity and
aristbcratiUreservs.. 49,,
l Despite hfmseM his sheart gave a}grsat
I thtob of aAAppiness., :, H. knew she was
Iostto him, tbutshs aovsd. her still! Hwaa
such . : luxury to look on hsrsvsst fac.
He said nothing; only looked at he,
With = visttul gaze, almost md in aitsrins
He thought her more beautiful than
ever. Her sweet, pale face, and large
dreamy eyes, usually vsiled in melan-
choly that was habitual to them, now
flashed, and cleaned, like summsr-sky
that threatens storm. "a 'H"'' w.
He felt that she had made up her mind
shout something; and whatsvsr that some-
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 a Quiet
dignity, extending her hand in ! pretty,
friendly way, that some women do with :
grace that is intuitive. ''' .'.', -"
ave are still friends, are we mott" she
said, with tremulous smile. i - W0D : o
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
"You know that ! am devoted to your
Mademoisells d'Arlange subsided gently
into . vast arm-chair-the very same arm
chair in which Old Corkscrsw, only two
nights before, had argued the guilt, and
succeeded in effscting the arrest Of Al
bert. oMj'." ". ~, ina a
Monsieur Daburon remained standing,
leaning against the chimney-piece. 5n,
"You know why have comet" asked
the girl. .., IF !, .a,o-
With bend of the head, he made a
sign which meant "Yes." ...D " gl
He was battling with himself. Could
he resist herY Could he refuse suppEca-
tions when they came from such mouth
"lt was only yesterday that I knew all
about it." continued Clare; "they kept it
from me; without my dear old governess,
! wouldn't have known it even now. Oh,
what night have passed! was quite
overwhelmed at first: but directly I heard
that it was you who was directing all in
quiries, my fears were dissipated." Then
she added, in a tone of confidence. "You'll
get him off, of courseq"
The magistrate was silent. He half-ad-
mired, haf-pitied her girlish SIMPLICITY
her pure faith, that doubted nothing.
sand if tell you, Mademoiselle d'Ar-
lange," he commenced, 'that the Viscount|
is not innocent4"
She half rose, with gesture of profess
tation. 81.
"If tell you that he is guiltyG"
Clare looked at the magistrate in wide.
eyed wonder. Had she understood him
rightly-or had the sorrow of the last day
or two dazed and stupefsd heri Every
thing of the most impossible and improb-
able sort seemed natural now, after those
last terrible words of his. Il
He, not daring to raise his eyes, went
on speaking, in voice that trepb
slightly, but that increased in strength as
he went on.
y annottell you what I feel in speaking
to you now; but, cruel al it may seem. I
still feel it my duty to toll you the bitter
truth. Muster up, then, all that courage
that know you possess, and meet with
q noble firmness the greatest misfortune
that can fall upon trus-hsartsd woman.
The man you loue II guiltyr' q. l.
Like : physician who pours out dan
gerous MISUNDERSTANDING It drop by
drop Monsieur Daburon " pronounced
slowly, word by word, this Last sentence. Il
He watched her out Of the corner Of
MS eye, expecting, in prison language,
hat she would "break eut" or faint or
'crealn. ..' .li rul#.Dt -r
He was entirely out in his calculations.
she did nothing of the kind. " -.'I '. 4,
She rose, q i galvanized, strong in her
,outh and energy; her. usually pale and
lelicats face crimson with excitement; I
md her beautiful eyes, that had before 9
,een dim with tears, sparkling with in 4
at is falsew she cried: sand those who
ave, put such an idea into your head r.
ave ledi can't mince words now, be- h
ause I know ! am speaking the truth / .
now Albsrt-I know that it is impos.
ible for him to do cruel Or an under v
and action! Were he in this room at this y
cry moment" she said, vshsmently, I
tretching ont her arms towards the mag a
trate, ''and were he on his knees before Il
's, eonfessing his guilt I would push l
i'm back, and.tell him he was dreaminets a
"He hasn't confessed yet" said the mag g
'trate, greatly upset, and wiping his n
loist forehead with his still moister hand. n
It doesn't matter whether he does or not e
the evidence against him is as clear as 81
le monday sun! Fscts are stubborn n
lings, Mademoiselle d'Arlange.'' W
II deny that they arsl" said Clare, now
at bay. n repeat-nay, I to
year to you!-that Justice is entirely on Ell
e wrong tack this time! YesW she in II
sted, with q little stamp of her foot,
itching gesture Of pity on the part Of nj