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you, Larry, must be one of the Lords
servants / said to him.

the entrance of the cantatrice, and did
not reply.
"De Mott, will you give Miss Ole to
my care for the remainder of the even
ingP,'
NJ. De Mott turned slowly and exam
ined me with cold, critical eyes, and turn
ing from me indifferently, replied to
Larrey, ''Miss Olive is at liberty to
make her own choice"
His sang truid always made me irate,
and | replied, g Thanks, Monsieur, my
cboice.shall be good one; it shall fan
on you, Larrey." t
In our set Monsieur was considered
something of an enthusiast. He had in
youth left France, disguised with its
rulers, and fired with admiration for our
free institutions In the Franco-Prus-
sian war, when Napoleon fled from
France, he returned to it, and took up
arms. Later, despairing of its ever be-
coming what he had once hoped foEit,
he returned to his adopted country
For two years he had been connected
in business with LOra's father, and, not
withstanding the prestige of his career,
we had never during that time discov-
cred in him any indications of ardor.
For me, had my private opinion con-
corning his enthusiasm. i believe that
his nature was phlegmatic and his cir
culation sluggish, and for his heart
bahi it was but an organ furnished with
the proper auricles and ventricles for
receiving and propelling the blood,
which latter never throbbed slowly with
pain or quickened with generous emo
! ton.
A week from this time four of us sat
under the trees, on a warm September
day. Larrey had drawn unnecessarily
near, and, as usual, upon such demon
STATIONS on his part, took occasion to
bore whatever listeners / might have
with-a sentiment of my resolves. They
were in the direction of celibacy.
"iThcre was no true marriage with
out suitability" | stated, having my
syllogistic theory all at my fnger-ends.
al was peculiar, therefore unsuised to
that state, and [ would not dare trust
my happiness" etc.
Larrey sighed, and Lora watched him
furtively.
81 had no adaptabtliE, no conform
ity; with Lora it was different. She
colored under Larrey's inspecting eye,
and then Monsieur came to the rescue
with his delicate tact, as he always did
if we were growing uncomfortably per-
sonal He dexterously picked up the
| lost thread of the discourse, and dropped
US all from its connection.
Wherever a man finds in woman the
nameless qualities which appeal to his
manhood, call forth his affection, de-
veloping his higher nature, making him
stronger and better man, there you
have the elements of true marriage; ;
and when she finds one with the power
of arousing her capabilities, with
strength to sustain her faltering, and
worthy enough to call forth her entire
trust, there too is the germ of marriage.
Then beauty, or nationality, or creed
weighs not in the balance" And M.
De Mott arose, smiled, brought his hat
with a graceful curve over his heart,
bent in low salute as only Frenchman
can, and disappeared among the trees.
There was a little silence, and then
said Larrey, "Monsieur must have had
a varied experience. 1 wonder what
doctrine | shall propagate at SOP"
81 am sure, Larrey, you will have I'M
dergone a change Atyour age Mon
sieur may have been only an ordinary,
chivalrous Frenchman." .4tI
"And now, Ole, what is he nowpn
"I scarcely know" | replied, half
signing, for L sometimes felt annoyed
that he puzzled me. Ask Lora; she
must understand him; he always seeks
her out.
Monsieur, o do not know Monsieur.
Il is true he asks me out, and is kind to
me, but am always left to his care. He
is like Ollie, self-contained, but much
more impenetrable. Monsieur is true
gentleman.i - The last clause was spoken
as if IN his defense < : AgA 31AA
Old Morton, as Larrey called him,was
overwhelmed with distress. His wife,
it was thought, might not recover, and
Larrey begged us to go around and see
if we could be of use to them. Iora,
kind-hearted, filled basket with delica-
cies for the invalid, but she could not
bear the sight of sickness and suffer-
ing, and always stroVe to keep it out of
her daily life. Q. vs. p " ti- -t-
My visit gave the old man an oppor-
sick woman until night set in. The
street was an obscure one, and | was
obliged to walk some little distance be-
fore reaching one where conveyances
were at hand. l did not think of dam
ger, however; not even upon seeing two
men covering in a doorway. They
stepped out on my passing, and one of
them grasped my arm. attempted to
spring from him, when Twas aided by
blow from behind me which leveled him
to the walk. The other fed. l was at
first too frightened to comprehend, but
in a moment knew that my deliver was
NJ. De Mott But could this be Mon
sieur, scarcely less agitated than my
self?, " Monseigneur, he breathed as
he bent over me, "c'eSt le UiSGge dune
Gnge! How happy am to have found
you in time! Never trust yourself again
in such by-paths as these
"Did you come for me, Monsieur"
Yes, | viii always come for you, or
90 with you. But promise me-"
al will promise any thing after be-
ing rescued from such a horror" Il
stood leaning against the wall; M. De
Mott stood near waiting until l should
again possess myself, and looking at
me, for once, not with critical eyes.
Monsieur was capable of enthusiasm.
Z. That night when had reached my
room l sat long without a definite
thought. At last | walked to the mir
ror. He had said that my face was that
of an angels. | looked into the large
gray eyes and they startled me with
their unusual light, but l saw nothing