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

nresYyan had not time to answer for steps were
and the next moment Madame Dcken V Jew into the
,oloTed by Eulalie with curious round eyes
Dleken in fury. After my brothers express
sneS snas he was no longer to be the place
uninaglnatlve as she was drew back before The
poor pale sgnre already invested with the majestic
i;tte 10; oI tne King of Terrors. Eulalie looked
pale. o'N' ''' ono0 "oio
inn NJ DE Baux had entered quietly during the rush
ar was was visible in his features
thee en- vi my poor t boy but greyo for thee To
Or, Mile tases-eoas dono ildred was
f fne aulfef name borne by Madame Dicken. Her
,h rue thou hast been naughty boy my Raoul but
IhOd qua arr e. sorely punished Aud am punished too
ana guarded thee! There were tears in the Mar
Sn d t kind old eyes as he spoke thus He turned TO
WINDOW ; IN. Ilenrig n good work you did last
Trs nil b bndnk Ky You for it, he added simply
nlgnt adventure privately to the Marquis Hence
az r i"ls company aRP ~ in the young mans room.
Wheels were hoar5 De sos Expelled shortly however
The doctor had come lie shook his head so ovsp tSc
poop fellow He could not give any hope He is
Irevilyan in the anteroom. Why was / not sent
Tor eailerY 1t is now only question of hours
perhaps of an hour Henry asked him to speak in
2 lower voice, lest the sick man should overhear
1t did not matter. Raoul de Longueville knew his
late quite as well as the doctor.
. lolande sat with him while the doctors consulta-
ZION was gong on in the anteroom. The little
quarter OF an hour swelled into long one. The
doctor went away. The Cure arrived. Henry
went IN IN to prepare the dying man.
little table stood in the window. The candles
crucinA upon the table. But RaOul had sonnet thing
no WHISPER to hm first of all Then he stopped and
was kneeng by his bedside
Inc morning had darkened A heavy cloud like
every now and then great handfus of haIlstones
came rafting against the window panes. And
clear above 1T all the Cures voice rose and fell in
NJ. DE BauX knelt at the foot of the bed Yolande
was al, at Raours right hand Henry, Trevilyan stood
had come to be present at the ceremony, but De
Longuevllle had imperiousIy waived them away.
You may come later, he said, but you shall not
Interfere again this time The Cure bowed his
mead IN acqilescence. which rather surprised Henry
Irevllyan.
But stay. was this ceremony the administration
OF extreme JUNCTION? frevilyan was a Protestant
lie knew but little of the rites and forms OF the
thinking that the last Popsh ceremony at which
ne had assisted had been the funeral mass for
kaoul was seeking for something that was appa-
r,entiy tied round his throat. 1t was a gold we'd
ding ring. He held it out toward Henry. 1t was
loandc.
Henry did not take it. Henry hesitated. He did
not understand what <as going on. though q elim-
ner OF the truth was dawning upon him. The
cure had stopped reading, and looking on.
ioiande knelt still, with her head buried in the
bedclothes.
Raoul die Longueve took Henry's right hand in
his and placed between his finger and thumb the
wedding ring. Then he CROPPED for Yolande's left
hand. aud oned them both between his own two
wasted palms. The Cure spoke some words
Raoul repeated them after him. merely changing
the psonoun and the marriage ceremony. purposely
shortened was over. By the rites of the Roman
Gathohc Church Henry Treyiyan and lolande dc
BauN were man and wife,
should not have had time for more said Raonl
N thaN zfnl I.,,.. 81,
much. folande, kiss me. She may do that, may
she not, Henri And Henri. you Will kiss me too,
though you are IN Englishman.'
Very, tendcrly the big strong mans lips were
turned once more and for the last time, the girl
he had loved all through his brief lire Call
Ma lame Dc ken and Eulalle, he said family. lie
held out hand to each, and then the last sad
The Marquis came round to the head of the he'd.
He held up the dying boy in his arms The Cure
Amounted his lips with blessed oil. Madame Dickcu
and Euialie knelt beside the lighted candles Henry
and lolande stood side by side opposite to Raoul,
His last earthly look rested upon them. They
emily the light vas withdrawn from within lts
alabastcr lamp, and only shadow remained. So
Will Il bc with all of us, when the summons comes
The marriage tie first twisted in the dark little
bedehamber that snowy morning, was some time
TreVilyan hided his time patiently enough. Ii
came at last, He had much to learn in the mean
Fortunately, Madame Diclen suddenly discovered
that the climate OF Provence did not suit her, and
consequently took her departure thence Fortu-
uateiy, also Eulalie tit To follow her aunt.
The two that Were left behind did not miss them
much. They were very happy in the old chateau,
the Marquis, Yolande. his daughter, and Henry
Treyfyan, his son in law that To be.
In those days Henry Trcvilyan learnt more than
he had done in all his life previously concerning
the female character. He learnt that women could
be spiteful, that sisters could he jealous. Madame
Dicken was angry because Iolande wOuld not bend
her neck beneath her aunt'S yoke Eualie was hurt
because her father preferred his irstOorn. There
ensued a tangle of misrepresentation. misunder-
standings lt was nota happy past. Henry
glad 90 think it ended. The Josephs seldom
lead happy lives among their brethren Still less
may do 81 the J0sephInes of this world.
But all that Ia past nov. white marble cross,
Marie de Baux, marks the spot where lies all that
Is earthly of Raoui de Lougueville It covers too,
many n madGap folly and childish grief of (olande.
Sometimes Trcvilyan thinks of this he sees
his children sallying forth, with flowers in their
little hands, to lay upon the grass da t0m6eaH dc
fdRi de Ia mere They know nothing rs yet, those
innocent infants. of sorrow, weak iess or SIN.
Yet their arms cling round sobbug throat, their
lips are ever ready to kiss away ali tears. There
is balm in their very breath. The old Marquis feels
it, as they drag him out to ther sunny gardens, or
eniice him into a game oi Cdcbe-Cdche.' Iolande
feels it, she thinks of her maiden troubles, of her
childish lovc-dream, which had 80 sad an awaken
ing, but was followed by fair dawn. And
when her heart frames wishes and prayers for the
uture of those bright children, she desires for them
healih and wealth in moderate measure, but, above
that puriGes.- The Gentemans Annual