The Northern Guardian. — 1893-06-29 (Hartlepool, Cleveland, England)

CHAPTER LXXVH. IN INDIA.  GRP.AT was the count's horror when he heard of Gaston's projected marriage. It seemed as if he was always to be haunted by visions of the revolutionary downfall of France. "The Little Corporal's " granddaughter married to a Frenchman of noble and ambitious family! Could anything be more alarming? Still, as he was unable to prevent the catastrophe he deemed it best to smile. The marriage took place in London. Gaston m,de an Englishman of himself, as he said, by purchasing a comfortable estate near the viscountess. ?winds, now gravely happy, resided with her child. Though Gaston had a Frenchman's natural antipathy to a mother-in-law, be not only tolerated, but loved her as if she had been his own parent. Not long after, Lady Farandale received a letter from Madame Michaud, re-directed from the RUH de PenthiCvre. It stated that, a few days before, apo worn, blind man, crept up to her lodge wiodow, almost starved and imbecile. Until he uttered the words " niece " and "organ," she did not recognise Alessandro.  Catterina and her husband hastened to Paris. Alessandro scarcely knew his niece, and all that ever could he elicited from him was that he had been kept in a prison a long time, far away, and was one day turned adrift. He could ask for Paris, and so he begged his way. "Pads, Rue St. Martin,' were his watchwords, and the poor old guilty man found his way thither.  Catarina found it would be only paining the worn mind to bring him away from old habits, so he was left amply provided for, under the care of a little girl, a niece of Madame Michaud, and watched over by the kind woman herself. He was the best link in Catterina's past, except the old tambourine, which she kept, in memory of past trials. The minor characters of our tale may he dismissed with a few words. They have strutted their little hour upon the mimic stage, and will be seen no more. Galway never rose to favour, as before the business of the lost case, which looked very black against him. He managed to eke out a wretched existence for a time, until the corpse of the suicide was one day seen in the Morgue. Crimson still pursued his tortuous way. Rue, having lost the money given him by Lady Farandole to try and rrake him honest and upright, was too glad to return once more to his office stool.  Is Lady ram&le's name, Gaston made poor Lasseur, the clerk at the Prefecture, a handsome present, in recompense for the fright On had caused him.  * *  But what of Duke Tyrrell? After his last interview with Lady Farandale she did not see him again. The discovery of Paquita, the subsequent illness of Sir Glenhelm, and the absorption entailed upon her by the necessity of acting as his nurse, almost drove her former lover from her mind. But when the baronet's death released her thoughts from dwelling upon him, they flew back, witt added intensity, to the one who had first lighted up de- fire of affection svithin her soul. While anidously waiting until links should give some token of his whereabouts, Lady Farandale TOceived the following letter  - _ DEAR SHIRR, —Now I Call Write RO 7014 but once I auld not. I feel. have often felt, that could I have done so then. you would have known me better, and have understood what love was. But when I was with you I couldn't speak. I Was rough awl not used to say what I felt; and then, thongh I knew who you were, you seemed another to me, so fine, and so followed and iservol. Ott ! if I could have spoken ! I loved you so tenderly that I have paasal days almost without fowl ; my heart wa.s RO full of you, I loved you so, that I have kineml my own rough hand after we pa7ted, :because it had tonched yours. I've criol because I couldn't tall you how I love'! yam And yet yen married :mother. : Ab, well, Shim, I forgive you—f nady forgive you ; hut be stayl, between es. I never go tin touch your hand, but T seem to feel his, and shrink back. So I'll go away. Shim, Maybe, distenc.r may kill that spirit, if it mu be destroyed, which COROOO between us. Don't think I love another. I don't ! I pitied, Ilked, loved, yes, but not u I adored you. Imu cheerily see her marry, I helped to save her. lam glad of that—but i don't love her. In the day of my dark trial I saw ber turn trout me when she knew my disgrace. You never did, your heart understood mine. lilt,!! you whom I love. Her who comes to me of night.. in my sleep, and kisses me as she did under the trees—her who hangs on my breast as she did in the prison, and I don't feel or see the spirit between us then. That's you, Shim % Strang, and so I'll go away. I've got taken as a soldier In a regiment going out to India. That's my vengosinw upon England, which wrongly banged icy father. When I see the spirit no more—if that should over be —Shim. I'll come back, if my life is spared, and see 5f you remember Dues