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| times. He could not sleep that night The next morning he set out with Essper George by the private road to the Prime Ministers country house. leaving his steed and servant in clump of trees he ran across the flower beds, and entering the library by one of the long, low windows, found the Baroness awaiting him. a
 "Sybilla, dearest Sybilla," cried he, as he took her fin his arms. say that wou are mine" She neither resisted nor re- turned his caresses. but 'sobbed upon his breast in hysterical flood of tears
 "This Is very weak" she said at last, suddenly recovering her cofnposure. "Come let us walk little"
 At this moment Vivian was seized by the throat with strong grasp. He turned--it was Mir. Beckendorf with face deadly white, his full eyes darting from their sockets like hungry snakes and dagger in his right hand. "Villainw he said in low voice full of passion, 'is this your destiny2' Easily throwing off Beckendorff, Viv- ian turned to look at the Baroness. Instead of fainting or being overwhelm- ed by this terrible Interruption, she seemed suddenly to have regained her natural spirit and self-possession. The blood had returned to her pale cheek and the fire to her eye.
 stand off, sir" she said with an afr of inexpressible dignity to the Prime Minister stand of I command you. BeckeRdo threw the dagger away and, Lowing said with checking voice: Well. madam, you are obeyed-
 MT. Grey" continued she, T regret that this outrage should have been ex- perienced by you because you have dared to serve me. My presence should have preserved you from this contume- ly; but what are we to expect from those who pride themselves on being the sons of slaves? You shall hear fur ther from me" and sweeping by the Minister with glance of disdain. quilted the room.
 MT. Beckendorff." said Vivian in calm voice when the two were atones considering the peculiar circumstances under which you found me in your house I can pardon much; but you have given meya blow. expect an immediate apology"
 An apologyp cried Bechendorn. Shall 1t be made Of you or to the Arch- duchess?"
 "The Archduchess!" exclaimed Vivian. What do you mean?, Did I hear aright?
 T said the Archduchess, & princess of the house of Austria and betrothed to the Grown Prince of these realms. replied Beckendorff.
 Vivian stared at the Prime Ministsr thunder struck. He began to stafnmei excuses explanations. stop" said the Minister. This fs no time for idle words. When the marriage between the Grown Prince and her imperial high. ness was arranged, the Archduchesa agreed to 1t If she might be allowed to visit the court of Reisenberg in ad- vance and iucognito. The request was unusual, but was agreed to, as her likes or dIslikes could not effect the lnatch-vE that had been fixed upon irreyOcablys l This incident--must be forgotten. It iA | now witl1ln anthour of noon. By sunset l you must be twenty miles from court. | The power of an empire will deal with | you if you are not. But for her sake as | we'll as your own, I know that you will l be reasonable. An important and secret mission will be the ostensible reason for your sudden departure. An official, I who will be an enYoy's courier, will att ] 4~s.A to the firm ier. Yai1r ports for Vienna will be made out af once. You win be we'll received at the Austrian sapftal and will, trust enjoy l yourself. Fareweil"
 Vivian departed for Vienna and 1t iS upon the road to that delightful city | that we shall take leave of him, clos | ing the story of the adventures of Viv. | ian Grey with the reflection: The Dis | appointments of Manhood succeed to | the Delusions of Youth: let us hope that | the heritage of old Age is not Despair. Next weeks One-Page Classic viii he "The Scottish Chiefs," by Jane Port