The bee., 1877-08-30

be like those of Venus carved ir frozen snow, only for the rouge on your cheek and your form is perfect--quite exquisite in that lustreless white silk with it's dra. pery of black laces- -and the pearls and gold on your wrists and bosom are quite in keeping with he milk white buds and golden dagger in your ripping black hair You are beautiful, madame--very beautiful indeed"
 You are sad flatterer,' said Camilla Kenwick not wholly pleased with the fulsome admiration of the girl whom she had made petted favorite Il am better satisfied with you when you cat echise me"
 "Are you, madame? Heaven ! am glad it is so, for have something in my heart that must be said"
 "What, Nmon ?" inquired Camilla starting as she toyed with her boquet of camellias and white rose buds "what is it, petite 7"
 The tiny face of the little French maid grew pallid, and the 1.-the dainty form quivered although her voice was brave and full of melody.
 Madame, dee-ar madame, please let Antoine Chariot know that you are a wife. Why will you take such an un- fair advantage of the blunder of the ho. tel clerk who registered you as nsademoi- seIle instead of madame If Antoine really loves you, when he finds himself deceived, he will kill you or himself. 1 know him."
 You call him Antoine You certain ly speak as if you knew him." answered Mrs. Kenwick with slight hauteur "Who and what is he?"
 "A French professor of music from New York, who is stopping at Wild Rose Cliff for few weeks of rest" said Nnon with pitiful assumption of in- difference.
  said Camilla angrily and fearfully; and you shall tell me what it is"
 Ninon was silent
 Camilla clasped the slender wrist of the girl with a cruel clutch.
 Speak !" she demanded.
 'I will," said Ninon; If you will let me go and face me honestly as woman should another.
 Mrs Kenwick dropped her hand in stantly.
 You have been good girl, Ninon, and will give you your way" she said gently, i've all know that M. Chariot is professor of music. What more is he ?"
 "He was my promised husband in France.' said the girl weeping; ''the wedding day was fixed, the marriage settlements made, and everything else necessary was arranged, when my father who was a merchant in Paris, failed, and died-by his own hand. Then knew it was my expected dover, and not me, that Antoine loved, for he fled, and never saw him again until he came here to Wild Rose Cliff"
 "But you loved him ?'queried Camilla startled.
 II loved him so well that I followed him across the ocean, answered Ninon. Il love him still with just that same in tense, jealous, passionate love, with which Raoul loves you, my lady. 0 madame trife not with Antoine, you do not care for him and to Antoine slight ed love would be death. To you and Raoul it would be worse than death You knowit; for you weep for your husband all night long, though it was but little thing that parted you and do you think Raoul suffers less than you?"
 "S.op, Ninon r said the lady author itatively, her proud face as colorless as the flowers she held.
 Pardon !" returned the girl ''but mnst you break hearts as the only pas time that will ease your trouble. See, your sister--for you have called me sister, my mistress, many times, kneels to you and begs you to give back her
 
 Antoine. her lover"
 The little maid was on her knees, and her dark curls trembling from out her pretty cap, half hid the round, infantile face that reddened and paled swiftly as she pleaded for him who had ignored her.
 "Get up, you silly child" commanded her beautiful mistress sternly; ''does