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had come to join the procession at this frs.

experiment.
The next and succeeding mornings the
experiments were continued but without
result. Pierre looked on with poignant
emotion and despaired Of their success, al
though the doctor told him that the time
would be his most useful auxiliary. He did
not intend to strike his last blow until
Madame Bathory had been sufficiently pre-
pared to feel its full force.
Each time she visited the cemetery a
Slight but unmistakable change took place
IN her; and one evening when Borlk am
Maria were kneeling at the chapel door 81
nad slowly come forward, put her hand
the IRON grating, looked at the wall 5cyons
brightly Illuminated by the lamp, and Eur
riedly rim back.
Maria, returning to her. heard her muir
muir name several times.
1t was the first time for mcSsss5 6las uer
lips had opened to speak,
But what was her observation-disclosures
than the astonlshment-the stupefaction of
those who heard herl
The name was not that of her son, of
Pierre-it was the name of Sava!
If we can understand what Pierre felt.
who can describe what passed in the doctors
soul when he heard this unexpected invoca-
ton of Sava ToronthaI? But he made no
observation; he gave no signs of what he
felt
Another evening the experiment wsN
peated. This time as if she had ial
by an invisible hand Madame Bathor
and knelt on the chapel step. She i
her head, sigh escaped her, and tears
from her eyes. But that evening not
name escaped her lips, and it seemed as
though she had forgotten that Of Saya.
ha FOL haoI IN no tod
there showed herself prey to unusual
nervous agitation. The calm hitherto char
acteristic of her mental state gave place to
singular exaltation. Some work of vitality
was evidently going on in her brain, and
this looked hopeful.
The night proved troubled and restless.
she several times muttered vague words
winch Maria could scarcely hear, but it was
evident she was dreaming. And if she
dreamed reason was coming back, and she
| might be cured II her reason would only
stay with her till she woke.
| Then the doctor decided to make fresh
attempt on the morrow, Of which the sur
roundngs should be more striking.
| During the whole of this 18th she con-
tinued under violent mental excitement.
Maria was much struck with it, and Pierre,
who spent nearly all his time with his
mother, felt presentiment of happy aug
| ury.
The night arrived-a night dark and
gloomy without breath of wind, after a
day that had been very warm in this low
latitude Of Antekirtta.
About $50 the patient, accompanied by
Maria and Borik. left the Stadthaus. The
doctor, with Luigi and Point Pescade, fol-
lowed few steps behind
The whole of the little colony wac aDx.
iously expectant of the success of what was
| going to happen. A few torches ben cath
| the trees threw fuliginous light on the
| chapel and its surroundings. A far at regu-
lar intervals the bell in Artenak church
sounded funeral snell.
| Pierre was the only one absent from the
procession which advanced slowly towards
the cemetery. But if he was not there it
was because he was to appear in the closing
scene of this final experiment.
| 1t was about 9 o'clock when Madame
| Bathory reached the cemetery Suddenly
she shook herself free from Maria's arm,
and walked towards the little chapel. She
was allowed to do as she pleased under the
auspice of this new feeling which seemed
to have entire possession of her.
Amid profound silence. broken only by
the tolling of the bell, Madame Bathory
| ooOPpOus cilu Iu6Q
she knelt on the first step, and bent down,
and then they heard her weep.
At this moment the railing of the chapel
slowly opened. Wrapped in a white
shroud, as if he had risen from his grave,
Pierre appeared in the light.
MY son! My son!' exclaimed Madame
Bathory, who stretched out her arms and
fell senseless.
1t mattered little. Memory and thought
had returned to herI The mother was
Awakened She had recognized her SOM
The doctor soon revived her, and when
she had recovered her consciousness, when
her eyes rested on her son.
''Alive! My Pierre! Alivew she ex-
claimed.
"Yesl Living for your sake, mother, liv.
ing to love you"
And to love her-her also!'
''Her?"
''Her! Sava"
''Sava Toronthal?" exclaimed the doctor.
'NO! Sava Sandorf!"
| And Madame Bathory took from her
pocket the crumpled letter which contained
the last lines written by the hand of the dy-
| ing Madame Toronthal, and held it out ia
the doctor.
| The letter left no doubt as to Sava's BIRTH
Sava was the child that had been carried
away from the castle of Artenakl Saw
was the daughter of Count Matthias San,
dorf!
CONTINUED next Sunday