Condon globe. (Condon, Gilliam Co., Or.) 189?-1919, 1903-12-17
CnApTER XYIII.--lconllnued.l

They reached Paris aud shortly were
established as IN another homo, at the
Hotel de Clairyille. Here the kind.heart.
ed Count Frederic aud his amiable wife
congratulated themselves upon having
gathered together NO happy a family par
ty; and no palms were spared 10 con-
tribute to the enjoyment OF each Rose
had never been IN Paris before; It's splen-
dors aud gaieties were novel and pleasing
to her But every enjoyment had It's
chief source from the presence OF Louis:
nothing was complete if he were not at
Her side TO share In her pleasure; aud II
charmed him 90 perceive this.
You shall dwell here. some day, my
Rose" he said 10 her. with his own
bright smile that the young girl loved so
well.
And she smiled In return; while Helen
Montanban turned away, with a dark
CLEAN Ia her eyes--a darker fr0wn on
that splendid brow.
"Some day! How little." said the
naughty woman, mentally, "how little do
they dream that the will OF another Is
10 exercise authority thcn They count
confidently on their futurc--upOn the fate
that IL awaiting them. All, IL they knew
what IL In 90 be--that f0te!
Now that Paris was gained, she was
nearer to her purpose, and the fierce i'm
patience she had felt subsidized as she
approached 10 the contamination Of that
purpose. Not because she quailed, or
shrank from II, but that now she was
able 20 contemplate II more nearly--to
look upon her revenge as almost accom-
plished, aud she was content TO wait yet
longer.
Helen. you are III. think" said Fran
els EgertoR In alarm.
She had been sitting In the same atti-
tudo for n full hour, with her head rest
Ing on her hand, and those dark, calm
eyes fixed on the floor. But her lips were
very pale, and her face marble white.
"You are III. Helen, he repeated, gent
ly, bending over to attract her attention.
and laying his hand on hers. But the icy
coldness OF that hand chilled and startled
him.
"You are not quite right, my lord" she
answered; "for am not III exactly. and
yet | am not well. | have merely Sc
we're headache" And she pressed her
hand to her brow.
"A headache--is that all? Nay, you
are feyerish, for now your cheeks are
burning. Let me ask your father to send
for Il physician. You may, perhaps.
have taken the foyer which Is prevailing
In the city. Dear Helen, be adylsedr'
Francis, | command you TO remain
where you are" said Mademoiselle Mon
tauban, imperatlyely IL have assured
you that am not III, and do not wish
either to attract attention or TO interfere
with the enjoyment OF others Since you
are so anxious, shall endeavor TO rest
awhile in my own apartment, and may
regain my usual spirits by evening. In
which case will rejoin the family Pre-
sent my excuses to them, II you please"
She left him aud ascended to her cham
ber.
Night came. The rest of the family
were to attend the opera. Helen Mon
tauban assigned severe headache as
her reason for not accompanying them,
and remained at home. From the case
ment of her room she looked down and
saw the carriage roll away from the
gates.
An hour afterwards there emerged
from the hotel youth, wearing a broad
hat slouchcd over his eyes aud cloak.
which he drew about him, half concealing
bis face with its folds. He looked back
with hurried nervous glance as he
gained the portal mo one has seen me-"
he muttered, ''and the rest is sufficiently
easy" At rapid pace he FASTENED on.
It was dark; but the lamps in the streets
poured flood of light along his way as
he proceeded and crowds OF pedestrians
passed him and the way was thronged
with carriages and vehicles of every de-
scription. lie only drew his hat further
over his eyes, arranged the folds of the
cloak 80 as more fully to hide his fea-
lures, and hurried along, passing from
one street to another. aud never looking
at n single face in all the jostling multi
tude about him.
At length in retired street, he reach
ed the door of q building, half shop, half
dwelling; at this door he knocked. A
domestic appeared, bearing light, which
she held up to survey the features of
the youth; but he shrunk further back
into the shadow, and gathered the folds
OF the cloak more closely about hits face
as he asked, in low and somewhat
hoarse voice:
"Is the alchemst at home2"
"He Is, monsieur. viii you come In p
The youth entered, the woman looking
at him with half-curious glance for an
instant; but then muttering to herself,
"Well-well, need not trouble my head;
he is not the first mask that has come
hither," she added aloud; ,''Fhis way,
monsieur; you will find my master in
here" and led the way through the room
into which he had entered from the street
to back one, opening from the first.
Here was an old man, bent half double,
seated at a table, and engaged in poring
over a rich and curious volume of an
tique appearance. About the apartment
were arranged. in different places, vari-
Gus stuffed figures Of animals, and some
of them reptiles so hideous as to send an
involuntary shiyer over the boy as he be-
held them. Strange and horrible forms
were everywhere about him; he turned
from contemplating them in disgust. The
old man laid aside his book and looked
up.
"You want me?-well, what is it?" he
said, leaning back in his chair, and re-
garding his guest closely with the pierre
ing dark eyes that seemed still darker
and more piercing from the bushy, snow
white brows that oyerhung them.
The youth spoke not, nor removed the
cloak from his face: but silently advance
inn nrnsnntnd q fnldnd nnnnr 10 tho old