The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1877-07-19


the arm of young Damas? DO you
know her?"
His friend fixed his eyes upon the
lady to whom his attention had been
called, and after a careful scrutiny re"
piled: =.
"IIcr countcnancc is very familiar TO
me, my dear Marquis, and but that l |
know the thing is impossible | would
swear she was Pauline Latourcttc, your
recently deceased wife "
81 woud not trust my own eyes, re-
turned the Marquis with no less excite
ment than before, "for my imagination
+ conjures, up her face in every woman
look at, and | did not know but | might
be mistaken. She is certainly sineularly
ike my dead darling! l must be intro
duced to her. could not sleep to-
night otherwise" And rising from his
seat he approached the couple.
Good evening, Monsieur Damas," he
said as he reached them, sit is some
/ weeks since saw you last, and | am
reloiccd to see that you are looking much
better than you did, Have you been
travcling?"
Not far, rctortcd young Damas, who
looked much embarrassed, Il have been
little way into the couutry-that is
all !"
"And there | suppose you made the
acquaintance of your fair companion,
eh?' asked the Marquis, as he fixed e
searching gaze upon the young lady, who,
although she tried hard to preserve her
self control, trembled in every joint.
"Comc, Antoine. introduce me y
This is Madcmoissellc Duval, a
cousin Of mine" returned young Damas
unhasitatingly-'hcn turning to the
lady he added: Cousin Antoirett,,
Ibis is the Marquis De LapOrte, an cd
friend"
The lady bowed gracefully, but flush"
rd crimson as she did so, and the old
Marquis, after regarding her in silence
for some time, said
"Yoa will pardon me, MAIDEN olselle
but you bear SO close a resemblance to
my dead wife that | cannot help regard
ing yon with more scrutiny than strict
etiquette would perhaps warrant"
IL feel hattcrcd to he told by so dis
tingu shed Il prison as the Marquis DE
Laporte that | resemble his wife" re.
turned the lady, smiling; "but is not
resemblouce purely imaginary on your
part?'
.Imaginary!!' exclaimed the Marquis,
excitedy; far from it There is no
imagination about it Why the voice
itself is that Of ny lost Pauline. and, as
| live, you have a mole on the neck in
the exact place aud Of the same appear
ancc that She had This is wonderful !.
Prrlon me, mademoi>ellc. but You will
crafty INC greatly by giving mc the
particulars Of your birth and parent
age"
81 would do 50 chccrfully, Marquis, .
returned the lady, now greatly embar-
rasscd. "lut I-I-I-"
Here Antoine Damas came TO her
assistance.
pardon me, Marquis lie said in a
whisper SO low that the lady did not
hear nm; "MadcmUi>clic PuNal Is my
aflianced wife. lou have already de
rriycd me OF one wife and You shall
not deprive me Of another if | can
help it Come Cousin Antoineltc, let Us
join the dance Adieu, Marquis
and placing the ladys arm within his
own the couple walked away.
For a mom,nt the old Marquis stood
rooted to the spot aud indulgcd in a
lon. rcvcry.
He aroused himself Il, las; cXc'aiming
a he did 80:
Mon Dcu but this is very strange!
The Ggurc, face aud voice exactly the
same and the mark on the meek, also !
What docs it all mean? must i"yeS'l,
gate II she Is III the CONN "hIrc
lett her, oi course she cIhhOt De mere
If She is no; in hcE colin then she Is
here beyond doubt And leaving
the BAL room at o"ce nc oc"' ms s'elS
in the direction of the Se%'o" ; lodge. :,
!hrce hours later ne returned 10 '"'
Jali .""'".
His lace %as 2has'iy White anda 'Ioh
Of stern determination Shct from hls
piercing back eyes as eagerly around
he observed young pamas and his part