The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1894-05-18

stirred it, and l believe had her aunt's
back been turned she would have tasted
it for him, the roguoi
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 NJ. de Saint
Juirs.
1T is, monsieur, that / do 0 wish
an assassin in my house" And turning
to George, "Go Immediately, never to
return!''
M. de Saint-Juirs took up the paper
and read aloud the paragraph of yester-
days duel and Of George receiving a
wound.
Profound silence followed.
Aunt Herisson watched George and
said at last angrily:
do you deny it, monsieur"
"No, madame"
''Then l have told you what to do. ,"
Marcelle commenced to sob.
"Marcelle, go to your rooml'
at is not possible" said George ina
voice that was choked by tears.
"Go!"
Marcelle went to her lovers side, and
with a tranquil courage said in a hollow
voice:
George, we must say goodby. i love
you and will never love any one but you
Embrace mc.
The aunt was surprised at this audac-
ity-tC roe an assassin embrace her
niece - -o her eyes.
Marc " rev a last look at her lover
and r.uo The door as her fathers
voice =
st.. -..vlle'' The can't turned
to he brotl...-il-iaw.
II swcar 40 yen this man shall o
marry my I-a"e."
Il would Let you know this house is
mine, not yours"
VERY we'll, said the aunt; sit is for
me to leave"
Then he said to George: "Pe a good
fellow. Go now and return tomorrow,
and l 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, /
could understand, but when he is the
wounded one and you call him an assas-
sin it is very hardl''
81 have sworn, :" repeated the aunt,
land l will never consent to this mar
rage"
M. de Saint Juirs, knowing her OBJ
stinacy, then said: VERY well. You
will not stay here"
$50 let it be-"
But now Marcelle spoke: eff, my
aunt, you will stay, l will not marry
without your consent. You replace my
mother and have given me all the kind
attentions of a mother. Though I will
never cease to love George, I will not
disobey you"
But it is all wrong, said M. de
Saint-Juirs.
mo, 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
prised the next morning by a 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. Maroelle discussed this point
with Cyrille, who watched Il night to
see how the letter reached Narcotics
table in the little blue salon. She saw
Mile. Herisson herself put it there. This
was made known to M. de S~ainteJuirs,
who arranged a little counterpart.
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 MS.
"Yet 1 had SWORN, you rogues," said
Aunt Herisson-
God will not reproach you for break
ing your word. TRANSLATED From the
French For Cincinnati Post.