The Birmingham age-herald., 1907-06-16

 I and said: q refuse to deliver my sword
 to a renegade and traitor. Here, brave ] fellow, take my sword" Once he had 1 fought q duel with D'Aigrigny and left
 him lowering between, life and death on
 the field
 My next duty" purred Rodin, lis to-
 ward that injured man, the Prince
 Djalma."
 "Djalma! cried Adrenne. "Is he, then, safe in Paris?'
 Yes, my dear young lady" replied
 Rodin, The Is at a hotel where he is
 recovering from q dose of narcotics ad-
 minstered to him by an agent of the
 wicked Marquis
 Go to him at once, my kind preserVer," said Adrienne. And then she gave direc- | tions that Djalma should be taken to a 1 house which she had been fitting up for
 her own occupancy. She herself would
 repair to another belonging to her which | was now vacant.
 When M Hardy arrived at his factory
 at Plesss accompanied by his bosom
 friend, NJ Blessac, he was met by Rodin. 1 "I would speak with you alone" said 1 Rodin solemnly.
 "l have no secrets from NJ. Blessac, V
 replied Hardy, speak on Well, then, you are betrayed by a
 man whom you regard as your friend. I refer to NJ Blessac." Blessac was as
 astonished as if a bomb had suddenly burst in front of him; his shaking hands
 and faltering tongue admitted his guilt. l At the same moment letter was Sanded 1 M. Hardy which informed him that a 1 woman with whom he was deeply in love and who had a husband In America had
 been suddenly stricken with remorse and 1 had taken ship for the New World This 1 also had been arranged by Rodn. With
 hypocritical tears Rodin poured out to
 r.. nK,I 4rssA rtl g.f tIRx. 1 machnations of DAigrigny against the Rennepont heirs.
 | Shortly after, trouble fomented by l Rodin broke out in the form of strikes 1 and discontent in the factory of Hardy and finally riots in which his property | was destroyed.
 "Ah," sighed the crushed and miser-
 able man as he sat in the gloom of a 1 religious retreat to which Rodin had l taken him. "I have no longer the power ] nor the desire to again encounter the l world
 Then why do so, my dear friend ?'
 said Rodin gently Seek some remote
 monastery where the woes of this sinful | world can never enter. Think of De
 Raney, who snned as you have slnned 1 and whose love cursed him with her dy- l ing breath, as yours may curse you.
 He founded the monastery of La Trappe
 and died a saint. By fastings. vigils. | nights passed in prayers and macerations, | when he had sunk worn out, exhausted, l to the floor, an inexpressible. happiness 1 seized him, heavenly concerts raylshed
 his ears. his adored one appeared to 1 hin-forgave him, and loved him..
 "Ah," cried Hardy "a cell, tomb, an
 ecstasy with herr"
 1 Come, my brother" whispered Rodln.
 prayers, vigils, maceratlons, fasts-and l joy ineffabe Come"
 1 In lose ha tt,n ha hal fi 1 penitent, worn out by his penances and I lasts, died In the most gloomy monastery l in France. leaving his share of the Rem
 nepont inheritance to Room for the good l of the order.'
 Take one from seven and six remain. | Sera Papa," said Rodin. i As for Jacques Rennepont his destruc- ] ton was too easy. He was simply supplied 1 with all the money he wanted and drank 1 himself to death in short order. Two i from seven, and five remain,' said Rodin,
 "Sera Papa'
 l Next to his chlldren--ah, almost above
 his children and his God-General Simon
 -yorshipped the memory of that splendid 1 dream. the Empire, that throne toppling g i denigod. Napoleon. Once. in fit of con ! fdence, the Emperor had taken Simon to . the cradle side of the infant King of i Rome, and had made him swear to be
 to that child all that he had been to | him. Now, vague plots were stirring In | France In behalf of the young eaglet 1 Napoleon IT,, the Duke de Reichstadt, ir | his Austrian confinement.
 skillfully playing upon this loyalty to the heir of his beloved Emperor, Rodir
 arranged that General Simon should de
 part for a personal interview with the captive prince, leaving his daughters be.
 hind.
 Just at that time scourRe fell upor | r<11a VI Ua a
 seen descending a hill on the confines oi