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the hotel and went to his chateau; at
the end of a week thefamily notary in.
formed the countess that her entire
personal fortune al at her disposal.
The separation was complete, and the
generallived alone on the fifteen thous.
and francs which constituted the rev.
enue he received from his own for.
tune.
1.-THE son made ducks and brakes OF
her fortune. At the end of six months
the countess was half ruined, and the
energy of the notary alone saved her
from her sons extravagances.
"All at once it became known that
the vicomte Rolandno longer belonged
to the kings household, and that he
had handed in his resignation as
lieutenant in cavalry regiment. That
is what was given out, but rumors ofa
different character were afloat. The
countess no longer appeared in public,
but confined herself to her hotel. In
a few weeks she seemed ten years older.
"The vicomte, after a voyage OF
some weeks in Italy, returned to Paris,
took apartments in the Rue de la
Chaussee d'Antin, and lived the life OF
an idler on the pension of a thousand
francs a month allowed him by his
mother. 1t would belittle to-day; but
at that time it enabled aman to make
quite a figure in the fashionable world.
He passed his time between love adj
ventures, the theatres, and the green
table. Then little by little his ele.
gance and eccentricities began &c be
talked about, Clubs were not as Dlen.
tiful as they are now, but the glaed
youth and the gamesters had a few OF
them where lovers of the green cloth
could amuse themselves.
Gone evening when the Vicomte Ro-
land, after having won a considerable
sum from one of his friends, offered
him his revenge, his opponent rose,
and, pushing away the cards, looked
at him in a singular manner
"'Well, no, Roland, said he; what
with your luck with women and your
luck with cards, you have too much
luck for one man.
Roland, though somewhat choleric,
demandedn no explanation and content-
ed himself with laughing.
"Some days after, the Perfect ofPo-
lice announced himself to the general
at his chateau. What passed between
them know, Allthati is known
OF the affair is that they returned to-
gether to Paris.
cat eleven o'clock of the evening fol-
lowing that interview, the vicomfte was
seated at a table playing ecarte. He
had just won ten successivegames from
an Englishman, who, passing through
Paris on his way home, had been in
PRODUCED at the club by one of the
members. Rolandhad a considerable
sum before him. The loser had just
risen, and before leaving the tableha
bowed thrice, when an elderly gentle
man approached the table.
"sWill the Vicomte Roland permit
me to take the gentleman s ~revenge?"
1.-THE young man paled. 1t was his
father.
GAS you are a bold player, / offer
you a bold game. 1t will be uselessfo
you to say that it is too high. Read
And the general handed him a note
folded twice.
'The vicomte glanced over it, and
shuddered visibly.
"tDo you accept?'
"He bowed. Thegenerals seated him.
self opposite his son. cut a king, and
dealt the cards. He won the first
hand. When it was the vicomete's
deal, hetrembled slightly anda strange
light shone in his eyes; nevertheless he
played on. The general won again.
''The vicomte rose, pale as a ghost,
and in a smothered voice said:
dr. ~ 1A,,. c.V I c1a1l he n~,rA
ted myself
"He left the room without another
word.
"On the following morning the guar
dams of the Bots de Boulogne brought
in the body of the Vicomte Roland.
His head was blown to pieces, his
hand still grasping the pistol. In a
portfolio was found and unsigned
scrap OF paper, on which were the
words:
1.-The loser will blow out his STRAINS"
'aThe pretended Englishman was an
accomplished cardsharper, sent by the
project of police. The three bows had
been the sign agreed upon between him
and the general to Indicate that the
vicomte had cheated.
s'The game was oneforl ifeandd death
between father and son. Both were
dishonored-the son by his own act,
the father by the sons. But this dis
honor was q secret, which threatened
to become an open shame. Death
could stif1e 1.-THE sons death or the
fathers, for the stern old soldier would
have disgraced his son had that son
not kept their pact. The price Of the
generals secrecy was his son life."-
Translated for the Argonaut from the
French of Edouard Siebecker.
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Two years ago a young Californian
married one of the prettiest girls in
New York. They removed to Sacra-
mento. Cal. where the Youngman had