Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1894-05-01

{. long flight OF stone steps. His wound
was made the pretext for thousand lit
tie attentions from his gentle fancee.
Marcelle put the sugar in his tea,
stirred it, and believe had her aunt's
back been turned she would have tasted
it for him, the rogue!
Suddenly as Aunt Herisson read she
became very pale and trembled with
emotion. She held the paper close to her
lamp and then dashed it ON the floor.
"What is it," asked M. de Saint
Juirs
cit is, monsieur, that do not wish
an assassin in my house" And turning
to George, go Immediately, never to
return!'
NJ. dc 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 it, monsieur?'
"No, madame
"Then 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.
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Marcelle went to her lovers side, and
with tranquil courage said in hollow
voice:
George, we must say goodby. love
you and will never love any one but you.
Embrace me-"
The aunt was surprised at this audac-
ity-to see al assassin embrace her
niece before her eyes.
Marcelle threw last look at her lover
and reached the door as her fathers
voice said:
"Stay Marcelle" The aunt turned
to her brother-i n-law
Il swear to you this man shall not
marry my niece"
IT would let you know this house is
mine, not yours. -
Every WE'LL" said the aunt; cit is for
me to leave"
Then he said to George: ere 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.
eff he had killed the other man, l
could understand, but when he is the
wounded one and you call him an assas-
sin it is very hard!
81 have sworn" repeated the aunt,
"and will never consent to this mar
riage"
M. de Saint-Juirs, knowing her OBJ
stinacy, then said: VERY we'll You
will not stay here"
$50 let it be. H."
But now Marcelle spoke: eff, my
aunt, you will stay, 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, l will not
disobey you.
''But it is all wrong said M. de
Saint-Juirs.
''No, papa it is my duty" And the
young girl broke down and fastened to
her room, where she gave away to tears.
George went to Paris
Marcelle 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
prisetl 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 Narcotics
table in the little blue salon. She saw
Mile. Herisson herself putt there. This
was made known to NJ. de Saint Juirs,
who arranged little counterplot.
The next month when Mile. Herisson
opened the door Of the little blue salon
to carry in the letter she saw NJ de
Saiut-Juirs, George de Sernay and Mar
cclle, 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 u.s..
"Yet had sworn, you rogues," said
Aunt Herisson.
'God will not reproach you for break
ing your word. ''-Translated From the
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