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After his return to the castle, Albert
gave himself up to joyful meditation
Surely, he was nearing triumph. Dur
ing the night his cousin would think
of nothing but the danger to which she
had been exposed, and the courageous
intervention of Albert de Seuneport.
He had agreed that, not to disturb
NJ. lie Saint-Herem, the adventure of
the evening should not be related to
him. After dinner, Albert went to his
room, and, having lain down. began to
dream of the hour in which his cousin
should throw herself INTO his arms, cry
ing, like Dona Sol, in ''Hernan:''
"'Iou are my lion, proud and gen
erous."
What, then, was his astonishmcnt
the next morning on learning that al
ready Suzanne had had her horse sad
died, and had set out on ride!
"Her adventure Of yesterday has
not frightened her, then!' thought AL
bert; and he became little uneasy.
But he was treasured when he saw
Mademoiselle returning fastening
toward her, he cried out:
$50 early, cousin? and may one know
where You come FROM"
Mademoiselle de Saint Herein, lean
ing on the arm which her cousin eN-
tended to her, lightly leaped to the
ground.
"Ah, my cousin!'' said she, Il am
very unhappy"
What has happened to ,you.'
"'The most frightful thing
''But what?"
''Ah. well! this. have no secrets
from you. 1t is very serious. You
must know that, all night, was think
ing of my adventure, of the Gypsies,
Of their attack. And the face of one
of them has not ceased to occupy my
mind, "a face at once charming and
proud, the face that | have always
given to the hero of my dreams. And,
with that, a superb manner under his
tattered garb! And this Gypsy smiled
on me, and he looked as if he would ask
my pardon for having attacked me,
and, my faith | would smile on him
in return"
"Ah. BAH" cried Albert de Scnne-
port.
at is as | tell you! Isn't it foolish?
To allow myself to be taken by the
smile of a wretch who would have
nii,I m!'
"Thuroughly foolish, cousin
And what is more so that this morn
ing | wished to see my Gypsy again.
l said to myself that should have no
more peace until | met him again.
So, behold! | set out for the encamp-
ment, and there | found my person
age."
And them
"And then,-I called him, as you
stand there?'
"And what did be say
"Nothing. He had Il pretty bou
quet Of flowers in his hand, and he
held it out to me. See! Here it is.
And Mademoiselle de Saint Herein
took from her corsage bouquet of
spring flowers.
:'But it is an idyl!' said Albert de
Senneport. ironically, little ont Of
)untenance.
a real madness, tell you!" cried
the young girl. "To love Gypsy! to
love a bandit! What a misfortune for
mel"
Albert de Sennepont was quite
pale.
Think! you are not serious, cousin.'
Very Serious she replied, in a de-
cided tone, tapping the ground with
her little foot; II will have no other
husband than this Gypsy.
But this is impossible!'
"Or. if cannot belong to the man
of my dreams, | will never marry."
Albert de Senneport did not see fit
to continue the struggle. Decidedly
his cousin was not for him. Two days
after, he went back to Paris.
"When you write to Albert" said
Mademoiselle de Saint Herein to her
aunt, "do not forget to recommend him
to choose his accompllces better an
other time. strongly suspected some
thing, and the Gypsies, whom | ques-
toned. did not show themselves bril-
liant by discretion. They had attacked
me for three twenty-franc pieces; for
four, they gave me the name of the one
who arranged this pretty comic-opera
scene. ."-Home Journa'.
Life should be fountain, sparkling
and clear. unmuddlcd 10y the detile-
mcnts of sin,