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about the room assured her that her dis
agreeable cousin had taken his departure.
She ran joyfully to her fathers side,
exclaiming:
"He has really gone, thenw
"You do not like him, Mignonne"
asked her father, tendcrly.
Like him Pho, papa, nor ever did.
He is not a pleasant visitor, by any
means. Well, you shall come and eat
some supper. See, it is all ready, and
while you are doing so, | will tell you
something"
LET me hear il"
Somebody has been here, papa. 1t
was the young Count Louis-the Count
d d'Artois, papa. He has come to visit
the chateau, as we heard he was about
to do"
At this Hugh Lamonte slightly started.
His knife dropped to the floor, and he
quickly stopped to pick it up, exclaiming,
"How careless!" Rising, he resumed his
| repast.
"The count has been here, Rose? What
did he come here for"
"For shelter"
Hugh Lamonte turned pale.
"Well, Rose-for shelter? You are not
very explicit. Shelter from whatp His
tone was hasty and agitated. He SEEM
ed to be aware of it, for he added imme-
diately: "You must talk both to and for
me, dear child tonight, and not leave me
anything to do, for you see am fatigued.
Tell me all about it, Rose. What did he
want shelter for, and what did he sayp
1T was raining very hard, you know,
papa" she answered, gently, "and he
was journeying to the chateau. lie stop
ped until the storm was over"
An hour later Hugh Lamonte paced his
own apartment with a stern brow and
heavy heart, in which a thousand rack
ing and tormenting thoughts rioted. Low
ly and humble seemed his daily life; hon
est and good, though poor, he himself
esteemed, and yet secret sin and years
of hidden anguish and remorse were daily
and hourly cankering in his soul. Uuder
cover Of his constant industry and the
estimation of his neighbors, he led a life
of hidden crime. But it was only in the
darkness that he practiced it; only when
he could steal forth and no neighbor was
abroad to watch his steps; and stealing
back again ere the dawn, pass another
day of rustic labor, and await another
night of crime.
Thus it had been for years, and this
was not his Worst deed, either. Yet this
man had not always been bad. Away
back, in the lapse of time, shone forth
the light Of happy years, and innocent
thoughts and deeds; of an unstained con-
science and a pure heart; of a life that
once was sinless. But he dared not look
upon these things now. For though he
had long since sickened of these scenes
of crime, and though he would gladly
have forsaken them, he could not burst
asunder the bonds that held and shackled
him. He dared not seek a separation
from the crew of desperate, lawless men
who looked to him as their leader.
And the consciousness almost madden
ed him. There were times when he
would have plunged a thousand degrees
deeper into vice than ever he had vet
done, that he might stife these better
feelings-these prOmptings of the yet liy-
ing monitor within, since they were in
vain; and then it was only the ever-pres-
ent image of his child that saved him
the memory of her sweet face and inno-
cent life, of her faith and of her love.
Poor Rose!
1t was this Gasparde-this man whom
we have seen with him to-night-who
planned the last expedition. They were
Lamonte's men who attacked Louis OAR
tois in the forest; and Gasparde was one
of them. They were defeated, as we have
seen, to the infinite surprise and secret
satisfaction of Hugh, who, while he had
been unwilling to give consent to the
plan, and yet had not dared offer oppo-
stion to Gasparde, who was next to him
self in authority, had yet managed to
avoid joining in its execution. Indeed,
his errand that day from home had been
secretly to warn Louis of the danger
awaiting him; but he had missed seeing
him, and failed in his project. He did
not know that the count had been warn.
ed, Notwithstanding; and, knowing that
the weapons of Louis had been rendered
useless, in a measure, before his days
journey was commenced, was astounded
to learn, on reaching the rendezvous in
the forest, that he had baffled his enc
mics, and not only baffled them. but given
them ample reasons for remembering him
for some time to come.
Hugh Lamonte had reasons for not
wishing to injure Louis dArtois, or any
of his people; and he earnestly desired to
save him from the clutches OF Gasparde,
who had led this affair throughout; for
he was more than apprehensive that il
the count made a firm resistance, and
gave them too much trouble, unless that
resistance were oyerpowering, he would
only exasperate his asSailants, who might
easily murder him in their rage and i'm.
patience. And now that he had indeed
escaped, and left them with so severe a
reminder of their defeat, Hugh trembled
for him more than ever. He knew that
Gasparde was enraged at the loss of the
prize he had counted on, and vet more
deeply at the treatment to which he and
his men had been subjected, and that, IL
opportunity were given, he would be
made to feel the vengeance of his desper-
ate adversary, for Gasparde had sworn
to make him pay dearly for that nights
work.
These things occupied him long after
Rose had retired, and It was not until
an hour after midnight that be sought
his own couch; yet he remained for some
time, still, in 3 state Of wakefulness, re-
volving a thousand affairs in his mind
that had already brought many an un-
timely wrinkle to his brow, and many a
silver thread to the rich brown locks that
clustered about his head.
CHAPTER ".
At the break Of day, Rose Lamonte
had risen, and was busying herself with
her simple household affairs. Her faith
er slept until an unusual late hour;
but she would not disturb him, remem-
bering his WEAKNESS of the night previ-
ous; so she set his breakfast to wait for
him. and, sitting down in the sunshine
by the door, took her little spinning wheel
and applied herself to work with ready
fingers while she awaited his appear