The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1879-01-05

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sees to the horses and for me, 1 am lonely.
Hasten then" And Harry would progress
down the long stairs as far as his half-re-
stored strength would permit, to be met half
way by Lucille, who would insist upon aid
ing him with her slender arm.
ALI scenes were not SO pleasant as this,
however. Lucille would sometimes ask Liv-
ingston to tell her of his own home and coun-
try; and although his stories OF 1t and OF his
life there seemed to hold strange charm for
her, she would manifest curious jealousy
OF them. Let him look trifie more tired
than usual, and her lovely lips would curl In
vexation she would irritate him with sug-
gestions that he was suffering from e'rnnt
and NAL du pays, and threaten to leave him
and never come back to the salon any more
And then Livingston would implore and coax
her until he saw the usual haf-sweet half
arch smile come back to the lovely face, and
truce would be proclaimed between them.
But one memorable morning, when Lucille
carried this rather far, Livingston adopted an
entirely different line OF tactics. That Is, II he
thought OF tactics at all. Lucille announced
that she had lessons to learn lshe was always
talking OF the studies that the death Of her
governess had left Incomplete, and that she
must leave Monsieur for the rest OF the day.
Upon which, to her great surprise, Monsieur
responded with stately courtesy that he should
be panied to think Of OBTAINING her from her
learned researches, and that he had the honor
to wish Mademoselle lie Baronne a very good
morning.
II have wasted too much time upon you,
Monsieur Henri, she cried, holly. II will not
wales know not such inhospitality. But OF my,
company you have had too much. Very well.
You shall have no moi OF II until you come
to bid goodbye before leaving for your belle
pays, where you long to be. Open the door.
Monsieur, will you be so good p And the
little stately figure swept past him into the
corridor, with cheeks ahame and lips apart
He watched her go. Did he love her or
hate her most2 And which passion was 1t
that prompted him to pick up from tn, the mar nd
crushed it, a blue gentian-h flower dropped
from her waistband. and to hide 1t carefully
| In his vest?
She did not come back. No; though he
fretted and fumed and watched necessarily.
| A YEARLY long day he found it without her |;
and when Margot brought him his meal at
noon, she reported that Mademoiselle had
shut herself in her little study in the east
door nor come down stairs. Further dis
mayed questions on the part OIL Livingston
only made Margot cross. He was fain to eat
the food set before him, and tried to while
worn copy OF Sallust which he had picked up
the day before. But he was still weak from
the effect OF his wound, and presently the
words began to dance before his eyes, his
head dropped forward on the table, and In a
| few moments he was asleep.
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rified whisper. IN sieu, M'sieu, awake for
the love OF heaven They are here; they have
surrounded the chateau; fly, M sieu, while you
cam"
face of Jacques bending over him. "Theyl--
whoi" demanded he. instinctively snatchirg
his pistols from the case where they lay, al
ready loaded.
The nhlans, M'sieu; q whole company Of
| fiarcplv "This way ujiick ~
He caught hold OF Livingstone arm to guide
him down the dark passage to back stair
case, by which, gaining the kitchen, he hoped
to escape. But he had hardly reached 1t when
Livingston stopped short.
Hold moment Jacques" he whispered,
hurriediy. "Wait for me here five minutes,
and then, If you hear them coming, fly with
out me. | must see the Baronne , ,v
he cried trying sto detain him; 'it is no time
from him and vanished. ut is the accursed
/ evil eye," muttered jacques, crouching down
Madame, the dead Baronne This brave
monsieur is bewitched! Blessed Madonna,
grant that we escape safely! and VOW to
give thee two wax lights and two for blessed
| st. Jean Baptiste."
Livingston turned to go up the turret-stair,
one wild impulse in his heart. His love, his
little helpless darling What! Leave her here
In the power OF the Prusslan troopers! Better
die with his sword in his hand defending her.
His hand touched the handle of the door of
the turret-chamber. He raped softly !;
there was no answer. He waited an instant !;
could she have left the room and be. even
now, a prisoner? The thought was agony;
he tried the door with greater force-it gave
Il way under hand, and he crossed the thres-
hold.
There was some light In the room; 1t came
from lamp which hung on q bracket on the
wall Directly beneath the light on small
il cpfo law T.I1nfl hon
pressed the soft white cheek, which was, even
yet, wet with tears; the golden hair lay In
bright masses on her neck, and streamed over
the dingy damask covering OF the sofa-just
the fairest, purest vision that man ever be-
held made all the fairer for her strange sur
roundings With noiseless step, Livingston
crossed the floor and bent over her. lower,
i lower, till tress Of the bright hair touched
his hand, the impulse had scarcely time to
form itself into q thought, when tender,
passionate kiss fell gently on the lovely lips,
and, with slight start, Lucille awoke
"Henri, Henri" she murmured softly. gaz-
ing up into the eyes }, bent upon her, you have
At the touch Of the great enchanter's wand
the sleeping Princess had awakened; at
| Loves first kiss Undine had found her soul
She quite awoke then, blushed violently,
and rose up. Livingston clasped her hands
words of the danger; he urged her to trust to
his protection as she would to that OF her
father, and fly with him.
| She was frightened "Oh, take me away,
Henri, to your own land am afraid no more
OF your Ice and snow; you will be there and
Lucille happy"
A distant noise betrayed the present dam
ger. Livingston sprang to his feet SO sud-
denly that pain wrung faint groan from his
lips.
what is it, Henri ?" she asked, In alarm.
In low, hasty whisper he begged of her to
be still. Was there any place OF concealment
near was
| Hank! rushing step upon the stairs,
voices, and hard raps upon the door. Living
ston lifted his pistol; but quick as light Lu.
| ellie thrust him on the sofa behind her, and
stood erect and pale, facing the intruders.
just for the moment her defender, utterly
weak, could not rise.
"Holdw she cried, as the fearless courage OF
her long line Of warlike ancestors shone in
every line Of the girls face, and made the
foremost soldier pause, involuntarfly. "Who
dares enter the Chateau d'Orvale unbidden,
H. H. -.