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was. Il could misuse them 80? Who.
knew Of the hiding place? Who had
taken them? DO not speak" said the
duchess BE quiet till 7 can think!
Oh, say nothing, say nothing till 4 can
think she murmured over and over.
"say nothing, my Olympic! Say moth
ing!"
4 Without question there was not a
stone or spark left Of the Beauxlieux
diamonds.
The duchess could have trusted
Olympic with her life; she knew, Of
course, that nothing would be said
about the loss Of the diamonds till she
spoke herself. And it seemed to her as
if she had herself been stricken with
dumbness. All her shadowv fears
vanished like thin phantoms before
this terrible reality of evil. Not that
the diamonds were gone; not that any
one could reproach her for neglect, was
she concerned. What had she ever
cared for them, other than as they rep
resented the long-descended luster Of
the family itself? And it was not she
who had been robbed, any more than
the long line of all that dead and long
people. She paced the great hall and
looked angrily at the dark portraits
were the eyes there sta bling her with
reproach for what she had brought
among them? She went out and es-
sayed to busy herself among her late
lingering flowers. 1t was no use; there
was worm at every root. When she
walked aleng the shore, the restless
wash and roar of the water was the
only thing in tune with the tumult of
her thoughts. When she came in she
whirled, without reading it, letter of
Beauxlieux into the fire that always
smoldered on the hearth, and sat there
wrapped in cloud of gloom. She did
not eat in these days. She did not
sleep. White and thin and with lit
tie breathless air, the blackness Of her
that surrounded her. They were
his!'' she said over and over to herself,
like the tolling of a bell. ''They were
his-de quelque maniere. He had only
to speak. would have put them into
his hand. But to-oh, no, no, no. let
me not say the word! It is impossible.
Mother Of God, and it is true! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Beauxlieux! Beauxlieux, my son!'
And her grief was more hopeless than
that Of another who buries her child.
Sometimes she would wonder if she
were dreaming. Or even, with throb
of relief, if it could be that she were
crazed. Suddenly she would deny it
all, and accuse herself OF an infamy.
She to suspect the noblest, the trucst,
the loftiest of his line! She to believe
evil of that upright, proud soul! And
then the facts flashed before her again
like chain of lightning on the dark
ness-the ease that had insensibly
come into the house, the accursed
gowns from Worth, the frequency of
the costly Journeys, the repairs Of the
roofs of the chateau. Where had
Beauxlieux. obtained the. money! "Oh,
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he paused IN the great hall to wipe his
forehead. What he, did know very we'll
was that no young physician could
bring home to his mother, from time to
time, Worth costumes, dollhouse lux
uries, costly wines, or q pony carriage
to take the air, even though he denied
himself everything as Beauxlieux did,
and gave them to her because, sensible
that they were as much to her after long
seclusion as sun aud air to those others,
the sufferers, as equal laws to the
craftsmen, as liberty and life to the,
slave, as the bit of mother earth to all
that tread upon it. "she is one Of my
people, too he said to NJ. Etienne.
'sAnd to each according to his need"
And then, by an unavoidable accident,
M. Etienne had seen scrap of paper,
on which was noted, apparently, bal
ance that had made him feel as it
there were nothing real left in the
world. He called to mind the gaming
debts of the old duke, his grandfather,
stories Of wild play, il, which whole
provinces changed hands and lands
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FOR A MOMENT nr WAS SILENT.

attributes. But with the money that
foolish Pierre is willing to pay me for
leaving him alone if he assumes them,
what can I not do for the people that
were given in trust to those ancestors
of mine who betrayed the trust2 1t
will buy land, houses, maintain the
prophets, the priests, of liberty. Per
haps-who knows-buy DYNAMITE"
'Beauxlieux!"
cit will, at any rate, make my
mother at ease all her days, I said.
What snccor will it take to sufferers!
And If by means Of it can forward
the cause Of their uplifting and their
freedom-ah, were it only one man
who had held his head like beasts to Y
the earth that / helped to hold it up in
the face Of God, it is better worth TO
me than all the titles of all my fore
fathers. And SO sold them TO him;
! sold them every one. /, Louis Dago-
bert Clovis Francois Maria Angelique,
no longer Duke des Sarazines Beau1-
lieux, Prince De Franche Haupte,
Count des Aiguilles, Conte de Grandes
Landes, Baron Boissy, and all the alb
surd rest Of them, my motherW
'sAnd for what remains" he said,
after pause, ''if 1t is honor to bef
/. Beauxlieux, the sale OF no title can
take that honor away. am always
and forever Deauxlieux," with, an il.
expressible pride of bearing. Ts 58
''But it is irnpossiblev' cried hiss4.
mother. II forbid i'll"
ut is done" said Beanx1ieux.
''Bnt you. do not confer titlas-it Iii i
the king, The council, the Minister'S
the government" d S555 /!
1.-THE government confers nd more.
You forget that, whether one lives up !
to it OR not, the motto now is liberJy,S
fraternity, equality" .ss3@S 4
''You appall mel And. besides, No. 4
will not be allowed to wear them, the
lache!''
"Who is to interfere3 shall not.
Nor am I eyer to marry. NOT as sh 1aasI
| saw the protest in her face. Firing
Others into the world to sorrow,
struggle, to endure? No, no, there viii
never be anyone to disturb him. He5
appears In the world Of Paris as tho
Duke des Sarazines Beanxlieux, and NAH
one will ever be the wiser. !" 2.:sas
But my son, Heave forgive me- &.
you then assist at q fraud "a felony ss B
Hardly =, Z sid Beauxl ieux. q
thing is too unsubstant; al. t What d1s
the titles mean now ia q fetublie9s
Nothing. He gives me q cert AIN pays
ment for leaving him to play his part
in peace. Il hly hi reb
the money d 10 needed By those ots,IIsS
ers, those poor ere s.
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and serfs were staked against the value
Of a fair predendues affections. But
anything like that, he.knew as well as
he knew that the sky YVES above him.
was impossible to Beauxlieux. The
worst he feared, he the royalist, was
that place and power were throwing
fortune into the young mobiles hands,
SO peradventure TO win him to them
selves. How he had come by such a
sum of money his friend and tutor
could not say-it had strange look
but under any and all circumstances
Beauxlieux must be right. What was
Of more consequence to M. Etienne
than all the rest was that the duchess
was uneasy concerning it.
Beauxlieux's twentyfourth birthday
was now approaching He was away
with Jean-Jean in the priestly garb
he always wore now-on one Of their
trips which he called journeys into the
night. His mother knew that he car
ried aims to the perishing, that he
went to give them the help Of his pro-
fession, for which alone he had learned
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~
.'Do you neon she exclaimed.
No, it is too shameful to be true! Can
! a man acknowledge in this unblllshing
way that he robbed his mother Of her:
diamonds and took money for thenal1
That he crept through her room at
night to make of with every jewel
! oh, not that valued the diamonds! I
would so gladly have given them il
| you had asked. Oh, oh, oh, the cruel,
the accnrsed things that make, me de-
spise my own flesh and blood, my. own
son! No, what am I saying? 4 have
no sorll'' " , ,a5.
.'.stop, stop, my mother! Go softly
here. Is 1t that the long monotony ands
disappointment have disordered :you?'
Of what were you speaking? What ia
| it thatyou say about diamonds?"
She threw out her hands toward tbs
| empty cases on the table, his eyes fol-
lowing the movement. For a moment
! he was silent and transfxed, and he re-
NAMED silent with perplexity and won
! dermept. But, directly his quick wit
had taken in the truth, he looked at
her again, the tears sparkling suspend
ed on her cheeks. There were tears In
his own eyes, He took her hand. my
mother" he said. II would not think
that under any circumstances you could
have believed this of your son. Doyou
not see how it is? Victorine took your
Jewels Pierre has disposed of them,
and with the price Of them he goes into
his enterprises. It is the meaning of
his wealth. And it is with the money
he receives for the Beauxleux diamonds
that he buys the Bieuxlieux titlesl"
'What is it that hear You sayY'
cried the duchess, half startled out Of
the one terror by a now one. ''The
Beauxlieux titlesl What of the Beaux.
lieux titles?"
"Why,. nothing, except that / sold
them. to Pierre last June, and it is the
matter of which have been speaking.
Not yours, madame; not any title be-
longing to you; you stillretain YOUR adj
dress Of honor, you are still the Duchess
des Sarazines Beauxlieux, if you choose,
douairiere. But those which were my
own, have I any use for them?.I, 9
man without a fortune, and with other
views? In these days when thrones go
under and empires disappear in the
gulf, and man, man climbs out, my
mother, count it shame to hold titles,
not won by myself, but won by men
whose very ashes no longer exist! |
say to myself-the titles, they are a
voice, a breath, they are nonresident
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came down from town to the chateau.
The duchess did not go to meet him as
usual She sent for him instead to come
to her. She was standing at her dress
ing-table, strewn with the empty jewel
GASES, white as alabaster, her long
black gown sweeping round her, her
eyes like those of a fate
Startled by her appearance, he has
tened toward her with an exclamation.
But she threw out her arms in an in
terposing gesture. And then she wa
vered as she stood; and with a stride
he was beside her, and. his arm about
her, he had led her to a seat, and
throwing himself on his knees before
her, he drew her face over, to his.
'.What is it, my mother?" he murmnred.
"What ails thee? Art thou ill2 Art
thou suffering? Lean on me, kiss me,
dear, sweet mother =.
She withdrew from his clasp and
pushed him off little, her hand fat on
his chest. 'tOh!" she cried, trnnsfxing
him with her great despairing eyes.
''Oh! how could you, how could you do
it?''
. Chapter VI
For a moment, Beaux1ieux looked
bewildered. He glanced round the
room where the light Of the dreary eu-
tumn day came in through the faded
daffodil draperies as It the sun were
still shining without.
u 81 do not understand you,'' he said.
.'What does this mean, my mother?
yry1- ,lot Seac sf1,S .
''What disaster'' she cried, sharply.
'sAnd you ask! You: Is there worse
disaster than when a mother finds her
son-Oh, cannot say i'll" tearing open
the lace at her throat. when she dis
covers-and Beauxlieux--''
"Ah!" he exclaimed sit is that,
then. My faith, had almost for
gottenl never dreamed it was going
to affect you SO, my mother"
.'Eot your mother!'' she almost
~ shrieked, & s.Never the mother of--a-
thief!:' IS Z.
'.What!' he cried, instantly upon his
feet. Does anyone even my mother
and then with q look at her his9old
gentleness and pity and love were
uppermost again. Ny mother, he
said gently, then. MY mother. were
they not mine??" .#.
s.Then Why not take them openly
why creep in the dark to do SO foul &. q
thing u y 81
I'm the dark? Why, it is tr,,e 4 did
not consult you. II seemed to me U q .,
necessary thought you would OBJ.
ieet. and there would be 50 much to be
y said. And then here II your secllls s i 2
thought yo,, night never know s. SIS
And does all that make II any f the
@ less robbery 18th d. piercing scornsi n
b her tone.
HON have robbed sEcerta anil
had tho Il nd Pierre paid r lg1
eood money f0r orie
VI l,e 81 tlie j
ofha
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neys with NJ. Etienne as far as the
Caucasus, he forgot the palaces, the
galleries, the lovely women, the stu
pendons Qualifications, the grim sol
] liery, all he had seen, except the
d squalor, the crime, the poverty. He
was going back to Paris now to finish
4 his medical studies; he would write
every day to Jean, he would see Pierre
frequently enough but Pierre's out
look on life was already totally at
variance with his and Jeans. More
over, Pierre meant to be q money
n maker; and their contention was to de-
stroy money. is the first evil s he
said, As he wa lled, ooking across the
lawn, that long ago had been He'd il
where once the lnoat ga fered Its wa
0 and The the over
I D pr h, pas onndesd1
q a a
e
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.'It is certainly misfortune to lose
the Jewels, said Etienne with calm
ness, the calmness Of unbroken faith.
There is no other misfortune about it.
We will take, steps for their recovery.
But as for Beauxlieux, lit is preposter-
GUS! No, no, two and two do not make
three! That white flame OF his burns
without dross.
.'Ah. believe you!' the poor duch-
ess cried. 'sAnd what balm you bring
q sore heart! Oh, Etienne, what should
do without you!'
But when night came, and the
duchess was in her own rooms again,
the horror of doubt and fear overcame
her anew. There was her sons por-
trait as Jean had drawn it-thc sweet
seriousness, the lofty gravity, the pierre
ing eve, the tender mouth. The can
die Pickering under it gave it q seem
ing life. She flung herself down be-
fore it as If it were an altar. How,
how, how could doubt your she
cried ''And, oh, how can | help it!''
she said, presently. She knelt at her
prie-dieu for hours, but felt that help
-
and went into her sons rooms bare,
studicus rooms, without an ornament
or luxury, only one picture on the
walls, face crowned with thorns. 'He
gave Himself for the love Of man" "
Beauxlieux once had said. and can
/ do less?"
AS she went back the enornity Of
her own behavior overwhelmed her.
But directly afterward she saw her
handkerchief, fallen on the foor--one
Of several he had sent her-knowing
she loved fine, sheer things, and had
used coarse ones so long. She snatched
it and tore it with her teeth; then as
she walked the floor she paused at the
great armoire where Olympic had put
away the things Of his childhood. She
Enclosed it and lifted the little frock.
She recalled him in it, running to meet
her, his hair flying, his arms extended,
his sweet face overaowing with smiles
He had not forgotten how to smile
then. There was the little cap, too;
her own fingers had wrought 1t for him
before he was born, and what hopes
and what prayers she had wrought into
it! Here was scarf he had worn at his
first communion; here were the curls,
the sillxen curls Olympic had shorn from
his dear head. She kissed them pas
sionately; she wet them with her cry
ing, mother grieves so over the
memorials of the dead! She had no
longer a child. +
1t was the next day that Beauxlieux
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had year in Paris now. She danced
with Beauxlieux to tunes Of the music
box. She even danced down the long
room with NJ. Etienne, fnce, but no
more, 8 sort of shiver making her fall
on the cushions of the bench in the big
window there, and she closed the even
ing by singing at the piano, which
Jean kept in tune, little chanson,
that was as proper to her voice as fra
GRANGE is to the rose When she en-
braced her son, and babe them all
goodnight, and swept through the
door that NJ. Etienne held open for
her, they felt as if after all in her
grace and majesty there were the
traits Of divine right to power, that
something like superior being had
been with them.
And later, rs she sat under Olympe's
hands, the pretty Victorine taking the
jewels as they were unclasped, the Ouch
ess thought, with a sort of sacred joy,
Of the time when she should give these
jewels to Beauxlieux' 4vife-an Orleans
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princess, it might be; who knew? That
family had the wealth required, but
the Sarazines Beauxlieux name and
blood was the older and the .nobler.
And she smiled unconsciously and
swretly on the girl whose forwardness
had of late needed repression, and had
made the duchess doubt her wisdom
In taking the three low-born children
into her life, through pity for Beaux-
1ieux' solitude at time when the
safety of what was left to them lay in
being forgotten. And taking from her
jewel box thread of gold holding a
heart of pearls, she hung it on the
girls neck, SO that no one might fail
of happiness on the day that Beaux-
lieux, even though it were but fanciful
vision, with no tangible reality, came
to his rights as the first peer of France.
CHAPTER ~.
Beauxlieux was walking late that
night on the stone terrace flooded with
moonlight. On one side the sea, not
far away, swelled like the curve Of
some silver shield and cast its own
luster back upon the sky and filled the
night with the soft music of it's muir
muir On the other side he saw the
old chateau, covered with vines, full Of
deep-set shadows.
"voyez yous pendre au flame de la colline
Ces murs, ces tours, cette waste rutne?'
he repeated as he walked.
"Aux temps passes une bruy ante cour
RetentiSsait douce ce muet se1our,
II tut peuple de heroes ct de bellies,
ri enter1it aux mobiles demOiSelleS,
Les chevaliers chanter des lois q amour"
And just then he saw two shadows
hurrying down the arcade Of the long
disused chapel cloister, disused, since,
when she had reorganized her: house
hold on the basis of comparative pow
ertv, the duchess had suffered the
able to go, accepting in his stead the
offices of the village priest. "Ah,
well, :Beauxlieux said, a gentle smile
following the shadows, ''the love of the
noble demoiselle and the chevalier is
no better worth than the love OF
Pierre and Victorine. And this may
help to strike the balance with all that
other, the loves. the luxury OF that
6ruyonte cour Can it take less than
the life time of centuries of Beaux-
lieux. to restore to the people all Of
which that b7'~ya1ete cow, and such as
that, has robbed them?"
For he had already another point OF
view than that Of his mother, who, be-
ieving it the duty of mobiles to hold
their people in charge and provide for
their happiness, was confident that the
Beauxlieux could never have done 9TH
erwise. And he went back to his
thoughts, which were new full OF
somber feeling and now of joyous hope.
While at his studies in Paris Beaux-
heux had penetrated the hidden side
of life; he had seen sights that made
him shudder again as he spoke Of them
to Jean. And in recalling these jour-
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81 CAN BEAR IT no LONGER" SEE CRIED.

I can bear it no more" she cried once.
starting back from the embrasure OF
the window as M. Etienne came in, and
not knowing that she spoke aloud, 81
can bear it no more"
/ e'Pardon me-" said the monsieur.
/! Pardon if overhear. have seen be-
fore that your grace is troubled. Have
you lost all confidence in me, madame?
/: At least, will you not remember that
am your physician" He stood there
as pale as she, his head bowed, his sad
eyes at her feet.
| She ran toward him, but stopped,
tottering, SO that she would have
/ fallen but for his quick arm. ooh,
monsieur!' she cried. ''You are all
have-for he has broken my hearth
.sYou are wrong" he said to her,
when some time afterward, with sobs
! and tears and wild cries and exclama-
tons, SIZE had unburdened her heart.
IHIt is lust as much ont OF the question
as that the sky should fall. Doubt
Beauxlieux? I would as soon--let me
4 say it as ] would say prayer-doubt
! the Lord. It is simply impossible
..Oh, SO said. T."
''We will Let it rest there then"
"Oh, Etienne; it is SO long that you
have been comfort, help, a shield to
me.
.sAnd will be forever!''
oh, but the money, Etienne!' she
/ cried, with recurring memories coming
like the waves.of subsiding waters. 1--WE
/ who have been SO long without money
all that money he must have!'
wringing her hands again. es-s .ss xzs:
!, That is his affair. It is not mine. II
! the Duke des Sarazines Beauxlieux has
ia purse betting him, he came by it as
ltheeartn comes by the sun. through the
lgrace Of God It is not possible that
white should be black, and BeauxlienI
| isawhite. White as innocence aud good
ness No, no, no, do not give it q
thought. You wrong yourself My
God! You've wronged him. We must
look elsewhere Il b. 81. B
! s. But why does the suspicion oh, the
terri Die. hateful suspicion. the dreadful
/ facts! Why do they all arrange them.
selves about him 9',s she persisted.
TIA as! Alas! ny indeed do live?
Why does not my tong ne ellen III tho
Iroof oi nn5 lnout It rs ny esSIl f,1
whom 81 speak. lyss 1
Fortune n
B,
y!
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and valued it, to teach their rights as
human beings to whole clusters OF
slaves, One day she found a letter open
on Beauxlieux's desk, written, it said,
from the blood of pricked vein; and
she felt horrible foreboding that
some day he, also; would be i'll the
depths Of some oubliette sending such
q message to hearten those without.
oh, what had happened to the world,
she cried, when prince like Beauxlieux
felt himself of no more worth than the
tatterdemalion herding with his COWS
and sheep or crowding the cellars of
filthy city courtsl
But now he was coming home! And
when she saw him she forgot danger.
He was there and the sun shone.
With Beauxlieux at her feet, with M.
Etienne at the other side Of the fire,
what more had she to ask? She had
Olympic prepare toilette for her to
wear on this birthday that should
make him remember to whom he be-
longed-his mother still the grande
dame-and she went with Olympic to
the secret place in the wall to bring
out the old BeauxEeux diamonds, with
half pleasant anticipation of the
flash Of their awakening, of the sud-
den sheets of luster that, after their
three years imprisonment, should
stream out as if they would illumine
the very abyss into which the glory Of
the Sarazines Beauxlieux had fallen.
One by one Olympic took the cases
and carried them to the dressing table,.
The duchess herself opened the large
one, and instead Of the burst Of radi-
ance nothing. Only the loose, soft
channels lining Of the thing gave out
an empty CLEAN. There was some mis-
take. How was it? Could the jewels
have. been crowded into the other
cases? Their fingers trembled, they
4 knew not why, as they tried to open
them. One and all they were empty.
The seldom worn coronet, the lesser
diadern, the rivieres, those superb and
naatchless stones Of the hl1efs and Of
!. the collar and Of the sun burst that
had been theirs for more than q thou
sand years, had vanished as il they
4 had been oap-bubbles
,Sr1s 1st,utr, ~
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hey ran 1t,acI the hidden niiche;;
they dragged ont tic iron box Both!
aet them were ernI Il,e tSYoi
women
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good legs, good judgment. and good
shooting. In the doing Of it you are
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regret the disappearance of the noun
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Of finer mold and stronger and more
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