Connecticut western news., 1894-06-28

an assassin in my house" '" And turning to George, "Go immediately, never to returnr'
 NJ. de Saint-Juirs took up the paper | and read aloud the paragraph of yester- | days duel and of George receiving wound.
 Profound silence followed
 Aunt Herisson watched George and said at last angrily:
 Do you deny 1t, monsieur?"
 "No, madame.
 "Then I have told you what to do. ," Marcelle commenced to sob. "Marcelle, go to your roomr
 "It is not possible" " said George in a voice that was choked by tears
 "Gor'
 Marcelle went to her lover's side and with tranquil courage said in a hollow voice:
 George, we must say goodby. I love you and will never love any one but you Embrace me"
 The aunt was surprised at this audac- ity-to see an assassin embrace her niece before her eyes.
 Marcelle threw last look at her lover and reached the door as her fathers voice said:
 "Stay, Marcellep' The aunt turned to her brother-i -in-law.
 ''I swear to you this man shall not marry my niece" '"
 1T would let, you know this house is mine, not yours. D
 every we'll" said the aunt; ''it is for me to leave"
 Then he said to George: "Re good fellow. Go now and return tomorrow, and I will arrange everything"
 George was about to leave when Mar celle reopened the scene and raised her voice to defend him. "If he had killed the other man, 1 could understand, but when he is the wounded one and you call him an assas- sin it is very hard''
 ''I have sworn, repeated the aunt, land will never consent to this mar riage."
 M de Saint-Juirs, knowing her ob- stinacy, then said: ''Very we'll You will not stay here" ''So let it be. '" But now Marcelle spoke: "If, my aunt, you will stay, I will not marry without your consent. You replace my mother and have given me all the kind attentions of mother. Though will never cease to love George, will not disobey you. l." ~ But it is all wrong, said M. de Saint airs. ''No, papa, it is my duty.' And the young girl broke down and hastened to her room, where she gave away to tears, George went to Paris.
 Marcene little by little lost her color, her animation, her life. She was failing rapidly, and it worried Aunt Herisson. She confided in the good old cure, and the result was that Marcelle was sur prised the next morning by loving let ter from George. They were now to be allowed to correspond under cover of M. Barbon, in Vichy. The letters came with perfect regu- larity each month, but with no post mark Marcelle discussed this point with Cyrille, who watched one night to see how the letter reached Marcelle's table in the little blue salon. She saw Mile. Herisson herself put it there. This was made known to M. de Saint-Juirs, who arranged a little counterplot. The next month when Mile. Herisson | opened the door of the little blue salon | to carry in the letter she saw M. de Saint -Juirs, George de Sernay and Mar celle, who was half laughing, half cry | ing.
 The young people dropped before her on their knees, kissed her hands and said: Your heart has melted toward us. Now do no more and take our two heads | in your hands and bless us. i" | ''Yet I had sworn, you rogues, said | Aunt Helisson. ''God will not reproach you for break ing your word Translated From the French For Cincinnati Post