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the youth with respect to hla beloved
But, at length, when the arst hours ~
tor midnight had come, Goupart sank lnts
q dun, dreamy alumber, and his painl
were for awhile only the phantoms Of
sleep.
While Goupart thus lay pondering upon
bis terrible misfortune, Simon LobOl.
was not alone, lie was In the chamber
he usually occupied. aud with him wal
a black slave named Peter He wus q
mlddle.nged man Slnon's special ser
want, and the only one In the whols
household who had any sympathy foi
the dark nephew. I.obOis had purchas
cd him in New Orleans, and though he
had done no only as the marquis agent
yet Peter looked npon the former ms his
master And, moreover, Simon had paid
him various sums Of money 10 serve him
"Now, Peter" said Simon. after some
other conyersatlon had passed. have you
watched the affair between Goupart and
the marquis. as hade youi'
"Yes, masr; me watch 'um well. an
me hear all. Me foun' de hole you lolc
me Of In do floor ober dc ole mAs'r's u,
brary. an me hab watch 'um ebery time
Is got chance"
"And what have you founir
Peter went on and told q long story
he had heard about letting Simon 80,
aud about Goupart taking his place.
~"And," uttered the negro. with a spark.
ling eye e'as -he gave sort OF tloudshing
emphasis 10 the conjunction, mes heard
one oder ting. berry sartin'; One time
dey feared young mas'r an missus'd neb-
ber cum back. an ole mas'rs gwine to
Glib Goupart all his whole forlin'. He'll
hab heaps o money, ehf'
did he say the whole. PeterT'
lie did sartin, mas'r. An he's plan
med TO Glib I'm haff OF II now. o. tell
ye. mas'r G0upart got mitey big huld
onto ole mas'r's pocket. an ono ole
mas'r's lub. too. Dey's togedder all de
time. Yah-guess ole mas'r don't s'pect
he'll want you no more
II was late In the morning when Simon
Lobois made his appearance. He had
his breakfast served In his own room.
and for some time he had been engaged
In bathing his face. He walked on TO the
sitting room. and he found the marquis
aud Goupart there's
Monsieur 81. Denls,' he said, In low.
Icy tone. II would speak with you"
In an instant the young man turned
aud followed him. I.obois led the way
to the gardcn, and there he stopped and
turned.
Monsieur st. Denis" he spoke, while
his eyes flashed and his thin lip trembled,
last night you did what no living man
has ever done before. You struck me in
the face. Ere | leave this place. the
stricken man must be past remembrance
OF his shame or the striker must be not
among the living! You understand
Now, Goupart was not in a frame OF
mind 10 endure much, or to argue much
on moral points. His heart was aching
from horrid weand, and his soul was
tortured by fearful power; and before
hun was the serpent who had done IL all,
who had torn loved children from dot.
ing parent saadered the brother and sis.
ter. and made unhappy the life OF a de.
fenseless girl. The young mans eyes
did not flash like his enemy's, but they
burned with a deep. calm fire. such as
utter disgust and abomlnatlon add TO
fierce hate.
Il think l understand" was st. Denis
reply.
II taught you your first lessons In the
sword exercise. aud you were a proficient
when / last saw you handle the blade.
win you now choose that weaponf'
yes"
Then get II and join me at once"
GonupaH turned away and went to his
room. He took down his sword, and
buckled the belt about him. Then he
drew the blade. aud for moment he
gaEed upon II. 1t had once been an un
cle's weapon--the well-tred companion
OF Gen. st. Denis, bold and true knight.
1t was Of Spanish make, and never yet
had Il failed In the hour OF need. There
was another sword In the room-a hghter
one-a Damascus blade, and Of exquisite
finish, aud one. too, with which the youth
had always played. But II had been his
fathers sword, and he would not use Il
now. After he had returned the blade
to Its scabbard, he stopped a moment to
reflect. Then he moved to the table, |
where an ink horn stood, and tearing a
leaf from his poeketbook, he hurriedly
wrote as follows:
Monsieur ls MarQuls--You are my
friend, and you know the few friends |
have on earth. II fall to-day, you will |
know why, and know you will not |
blame me, You viii see Louise. Tell |
her we shall meet"
The youth stopped and started up, and |
his hand trembled.
IF fall thus, shall we meet there?" |
ne murmured to himself. 20, heaven |
viii pardon the deed. 1t knows the deep
burning shame that
Dlights this houser'
Then he stopped once more and wrote.
lin that world where love knows no
light. ST. DENIS"
This the youth folded and directed to
Brion st. Julien, and wiping single
ear from his cheek. he hurried down to
he hall, and from thence to the garden.
where he found Simon waiting for him.
"Now follow me-" said Lobois; ana
hus speaking, he led the way around the
louse towards the barn, and thence out
through the postern to the. foot Of the
ill beyond, where grew thick clump of
hickory trees.
"Now, Goupart st. Denis, are you
eady~ asked Simon, at the same time
rawing his sword.
I'm one moment" returned the youth,
lso drawing his own weapon, but lower
ng its point upon the ground.
He was stopped short In his speech, for
t that moment the marquis came rush
ng out from the court, and soon reached
he spot where they stood.
Simon" he gasped, white with fear,
what means this? Put up your sword"
"Brion st. Julien" quickly retorted the
lad nephew, stand back! You saw
hat passed last night-did you not?'
But that was the result of hot pas
ion. You taunted him most bitterly, 81,