The herald., 1894-05-01


emotion. She held the paper close to her
lamp and then dashed it on the floor.
"What is it?'' asked NJ dc Saint
Juirs.
.Yt is, monsieur, that I do not wish
an assassin in nayshcnse." And turning
to George, go iinrnediately,rn eyer to
returnw
NJ dc Saint Juirs took up the paper
and read aloud tho.paragraph Of yester-
days duel and of George receiving a
wound.
Profound silence followed.
Aunt Herisson watched George and
said at last augrily:
''Do you deny it, monsieur"
"No, madame.
"Then have told you what to do ."
Mnrcelle commenced to sob.
sMarcelle, go to your roomp'
at is not possible" said George in
voice that was oholed by tears.
"Gop'
Marcelle went to her lovers side, and
with tranquil courage said in 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, Marcellei" The aunt turned
to her brother-in-l
IT swear to you this man shall not
marry my niece. "
II would lot you know this house is
mine, not yours. "
every well, " said the aunt; sit is for
me to leave"
Then ne said to George: "Be a 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, ]
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 will never consent to this mar
riage."
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 tho kind
attentions Of mother. Though / will
never cease to love George, will not
disobey you.
"But it is all wrong, said M. de
Saint-Juirs.
'tNo, papa, it is my dirty" 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 falling
rapidly, and it worried Aunt Herisaon.
She confided in the coed old cure and
the result was that Maxcelle.was sur
prised the next morning by loving let.
ter from George. They were now to 90
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 pu5it there This
was made known to M. de Saint-J uirs,
who arranged little coupterplos.
The next month when Mile. HeTisson
opened the door of the little blue salon
to carry in the letter she saw M. de
Saint-Juirs, George de Sernay and Mar
ssle, who was half laughing, half cry
fhg.
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 otir two heads
in your hands and bless us. -
"Yet had sworn, you rogues," said
Aunt Herissun.
"God will not reproach you for break
ing your word. ''-Traiislated From the
French For Cincinnati Post