New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1881-08-07

he had heard as of 70 leaf tossed by autumn winds.
And surely he had felt fly past him at that
moment.
He stood still to think. Was the Chateau then
hauntedg He had never heard of 1t before.
The clock struck L. Its vibrating strokes came
sounding in through of the half closed win
dows Trevilyan pushed it open little further
The snow, had ceased falling by this time. The
stars were bright in the sky But the stable roofs
were crystailZed with snow and down there, IN the
courtyard a soft white downy carpet was spread. !,
-, 1t was carpet meet for the pure young feet Of
the Godchild so lately born. 1t was pathway fit
for secretary Egnhard to lily across with an en-
pcrors daughter, in his arms. 1t was frozen field
ovna might skate to reoin her lover on the high
road to Siberia or to stettn, or to New Caledonia
or whcrenot. And Mother Nature, who loves all
manner of tender lovers, would throw down an
other handful of snow to cover up their footprints
many feather and send them flying eartbward.
Henry Trevilyan stood at the window. He was
not an EginhArd, but he wished he owned an Erena
Suddenly, as # in answer to his unspoken wish,
someone came drifting across the snow carpet. 1t
was a white gown, with woollen hood. Under the
tremulous mouth. 1t was Yoande de I}aux. There
was no doubt of that, or-or1,it was her fetch
Trevllyan watched her. She fitted across the
courtyard then back again. Her footsteps were SO
light, so quick. the angels would not have much
difficulty in covering them over But the third
She was dragging something along with her. She
was half carrying, half supporting, half leading
someone. And this someone man, whether
young or old Trevilyan could not tell, Tor all he
could see was bowed head aud bent form, and a
scarcely the strength to walk.
Having made these observations, he did not wait
for any more but putting down his candle he flew
toward the bottom of the stairs gust of cold
wind met him there, and then he remembered that
Il door led from thence into the courtyard.
He heard it close; he heard shuttle of feet he
heard feeble, crac ked voice saying There is
someone there, Yolandc, turn the lantern.'
No, Won mistake, mon ami said Yolande's soft
voice. There can be no one about ut this time of
night. Courage, we have only few more steps to
But there is someone repeated the mans voice
rather impatiently; And another step brought them
face to face with Henry I'reyiyan.
He stood aghaSt. The sick man looked mp hcwil-
dered. Yolande alone did not lose her presence of
mind.
: Is it you or your ghost p she asked calmly.
Both replied Treyilyan. Then severely, Bat
this hour of night, in company with syrangerP
Are you strangerT asked the girl quietly.
VIII" is s h am hsTs to Pr9 tS
who he now saw was both young and handsome,
albeit !g,t worn +, and wasted by disease.
lolahde. Then turning to him she added. AS we
cannot keep our secret mon ami, II is well we have
encountered one whom We may trust.
Raoul bowed acquiescence; he looked very worn
i would tell you the whole story now. only It is
long one, and you see how i'll he is. He could rot
remain where he was-in woodhouse where We
was hole IN the roof and the wood haC stored
there was all taken away All. mon cousin it is not
-D9' Enlae who tears her frocks now added Yo
Treyiyan mystiied Indeed the whole affair
"a
But what are you going 10 do with him now =
he asked That was more to the purpose
have made up room tor hun at the top of the
stairs she answered. 1t is a miserable place, but
Mt least it is better than the wood-housc.'
, lie bad better come into my room said Trey,
iyan decidedly. There ~ tire there, aud will
take care of hun for the night.
-, All, 50; that would be best. You would like
that, would You not, Raoul 7 Here, c)usip take
his arm and lead him carefully M the stars
She did not say good night for she went many
errands still to fetch wine, to fetch wood, and pile
In N "a IN Fray IL
yam. But when ut last her work was done she
stood still at the door for moment and putting her
cousin. In the morning | Will come and let Raoul
out before breakfast
doubtful whether his patient would 20 ont
again, whether indeed there would bc any more
earthly mornings for him. 1t was for this reason
perhaps, that he forgot TO he jealous.
He trimmed the lamp afrcsh and sat down by the
meant to read and not to sleep lie had seen dying
men before and pcver one nearer to the No mans
land he thought than yonder prostrate form on
Nevertheless he did fall asleep presently. It was
pardonahle fault seeing he had travelled all the
night before; But he Was angry With himself
when he awoke
Ii was with a start that h. did so. For a moment
he could not recall where he was Then he heard
q low. nuttcring sound. and looking round. he saw
IN, patient sitting upright in his bed.
His eyes were closed aud he was talking away TO
himself fast and eXctedly. Not lnudiy, he did not
seem to have strength To raise his voice.
she will never marry me now she hes seen the
when she was a child. She thinks he does not care
for her. but know better. He cannot love her rs
do-not to two living men could such love be pos
sible Bnt who could see her without loving her
And he Will marry her-hc-that cold-bloolrd Eng
llshman while my only bride will be ueath.'
His voice ended in shrek: his eyes started wide
open
Trevyan was by his side in an instant. His
heart was still throbbing with the revelation he
had just heard, but he spoke quietly enough.
Calm yourself my poor boy, he said, smoothing
his pillow. Your agitation will harm You BE
quiet. Try TO sleep ElJo not talk
But will talk cried Raoul excitcdly throwing
OIL his bed-clothes. Il must be silent presently,
but now l will talk. Yes. even TO you, who will
steal away my love, for know, though yon may
marry Yoiande, long ago she promised 70 be INV
wife He set his teeth and fire seemed to fash
from his eyes.
soothlngy, and who can foresco the future. Let
us talk Of the past, if talk you will How comes
you are thus weak and ny
IL was in her service that became 40. | fought
for her both here and affair." | overcame her home
dragons, Madame Dickcn and Eulalie That both
should rage again Is only natural and not my fault
inside. too, III the streets struggled hand hand
with priest and tyrant thought to win fame and
honor for her. i only won dungeon for my self.
When at last the prison doors were set open for me-
! ma my porperty conilscated my house burnt
down, my lands wasted. That Just six months
ago. wander on here, and find these gates also
are closed against me- Madame Dicken never liked
me. Nor did Eulalie. They thought | led Yolande
astray when we both children 1t was not So for
always she has led me- But truth or 1alsehood are
alike to some minds Their tongues poisoned the
mind of the Marquis against me. Yolande was for
hidden to meet mo Yet meet we did, which was
also wrong could not go far from her again Some
how felt, if dId. should never get back to SEQ
her again. And her face must be the last | look
upon on earth There Is wood hut IN the grounds.
Iolandc and | had passed one happy day there
when we were children. ! went back to it, / saw
her pass, Sometimes she smiled at me. Once or
twice venturcd to give ner buncn of volets
But the day came when | could no longer crawl