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!ort o. relIrIou. awe upon the faIr pIe.

sort OF religious awe upon tne thtr PIE
ture.
We have also said that the marquis
bad a nephew living with him. This was
Simon Lobois, the son OF 81 Julien's
sister. He was near hve-and-thlrty years
OF age, rather below the medium stature
Of man, and not very perfect In physical
form. His shoulders were heavy, almost
TO. humplness, and bis head was thrown
forward instead Of standing erect. His
arms were very long, and his legs rather
short and crooked. His hair was black
aud crisp, aud his eyes also black and
small; his face was very regular In fea-
ture, and might have been called hand
some but for the tendency Of the brow 70
premature wrinkles, the strange sharp.
ness Of the small black eyes, and the url-
couth crispiness Of the hair. BE had
been left an orphan at the age Of twenty,
and had soon squandered what little pat
rimony was loft him. After this, he had
sought his uncle, who kindly gave him a
home. Simon was an excellent account.
ant. 30 when the marquis resolved 10
come 10 America, be took his nephew
with him. TO help superIntend the bust.
ness, and also TO act az tutor for bis two
children, for Simon was good scholar.
II was on the second evening after the
marquis had met the Stung Serpent In
the wood that the family were sitting In
one Of the rooms which looked out upon
the garden. II was towards 8 o'clock,
but there were no lamps lighted, for the
moon was up, bright and full. In the west,
and her soft beams were poured into the
sitting room In a gentle food. which suf-
feed for all purposes Of conversation.
Thus the family sat, when ono Of the ser
wants entered and announced that q
stranger had arrived and asked for shell
ter and food. 81. Julien's answer was
quickly spoken:
"Give him food. and then conduct him
hIther."
In the meantime. lights were brought,
and when the newcomer entered, the win
dows had been closed and the room was
now brilliantly lighted. He was q tall,
nobly formed man. not over hve-and-
twenty. with q profusIon OF nut-brown
ringlets clustering about his high, full
brow. and a sweet smile Of gratitude
lighting up his handsome face.
"HAi q white manr' uttered the mar
Quis. starting up. Welcome, sir-thrice
welcomed My mind has 80 run upon
these red dogs. for the past four-and-
twenty hours, that expected to have
seen one OF them now. And country
manr'
eyes, sir" spoke the stranger, In a
voice peculiarly soft and pleasant.
France Is my native land"
'"fhen welcome again." resumed the
host, shaking the stranger once more By
the hand, and then conducting him to
seat
The conversation turned upon the nat.
urai topics OF the times, but Simon Lobois
did not Join In II. He had made one or
two remarks at the commencement; but,
suddenly, he seemed moved by the stran-
gers appearance, and now was engaged
In scanning his cOuntenance. At length.
he seemed to have arrived at q solution
OF the mystery. and dark cloud gathered
over his features.
Meanwhile the conversation went on,
and both Louis and Louise seemed try
Ing to recall some memory Of the past.
How far up are you goingY asked
the marquis, at length.
"At present." returned the stranger, 81
had only thought Of seeking the dwelling
Of the Marquis Brlon st. Julien"
"Ahr' uttered the host, eleyating his
eyebrows. "Did you ever know me In
Francer'
every we'll"
"But-really-"
The marquis was here interrupted BY
Louis, who at that moment sprang from
his chair.
"Ahar the youth cried. ~ know you
nowF'
"Do your said the visitor, arising and
grasping Louis by the hand.
"Yes-yss; Goupart st. DenlsF'
"St. DenisT uttered the old man, start
Ing quickly from hls chair and Fastening
forward.
"GoupartF cried Louise, also springlnE
forward. "Goupart-Goupartr' she re-
peated. 20, 1t ls-lt is! Dear, good
GoupartW
And as these words fell from her lips.
she bounded forward and caught the
young man by the hand. His eye burned
with a strange light as he met her glad,
joyous look, and his voice was marked
by q perceptive tremulousness as be said:
"Yes, Louise-lt Is your old friend
Goupart."
"Goupart ST. Denisy' muttered the
dark-browed nephew. to himself, as he
cast a look Of unmistakable hatred to-
wards the newcomer.
CTo be contlnued.l