Year: 1867

| "Your favorite; am sure what pleases 1 you will please mo-

 ''Thank you Listen." And Emile sang one of his owh little songs with voice sweetly pathetic.

 r Victor was deeply affected and when the last sad notes had died away, he said, ''Ma- demoisclle, thank you on my knees for your sweet kindness in singing that aud calling it your favorte.'

 l As he spoke, door at the lower end of the room glided back, displaying an inner apartment arranged for a rcpast. "Monseur, will you partake of some fruit which is served in the next room?" Thank you, said Victor rising, and offer ing Emile his arm to escort her to the next apartment

 'Monsieur," said Mademoiselle Lamont, as they sat down to a tempting array of del icacies, ''I wish you to see what Larose can produce. All the fruit on the table comes from my garden

 F'Ihey arc like everything else here--de- i lightf1l," said Victor tasting delicious peach. ''Indeed, l can hardly believe all that have seen to-day is real and substan- tial. Walking through your splendid grounds, Icould have imagined myself in the garden of the 'Hesperides. Seated in gorgeous saloon, I could help fancying that saw an enchanted vision which would soon dissolve, leaving me nothing but the dull realities of life.' l ''You poets arc like that etherial bird the huma, which never touches tho ground; you are always flying in the air, and dis 1 like to touch this poor earth of ours." 1 ''Had I the wings of an angel could not l fly to more delightful abode than I have f,> ing welcome than that which you have so kindly given me"

 l Victor returned to his books and studi es from his visit to Larose with a feeling of satisfaction to which he had long been a stranger. His prospects looked brighter He had secured powerful friend in the Lady of Larose. Her kindness to him had i touched his tender heart, and it seemed as natural for her to be agreeable as- 1t is for l tho flowers to bloom and birds to sing | Emilio had invited Victor to visit Larose by moonlight. He did so one beautiful evening. They strolled about the lonely grounds. He told her of his struggles, of his golden aspirations, and of his disap- pointment She consoled him with sweet and gentle words, and she pointed to the great future and assured him that his hopes would be realized. Victor felt the influence of that delicious voice, and in that soft hour he knelt at her feet and told her that he loved her.

 To shorten the story, the day appointed for the wedding arrived-everything was ready. Victor handsome and expectant, advanced to meet the bride, when a lovely girl of nineteen, with Q face and form 1 which might havo served for a model of Appelles when he painted his exquisite picture of Venus, came forward and took the hand of the future husband. This beautiful being was none other than the Lady of Larose, who had so long excited the curiosity of the people of Paris, her ravishing beauty being concealed by a frightful and ingeniously constructed mask

 Her object in yelling those charming features from the gaze of tho world was to secure @ partner who would not marry her for the accidental advantages of wealth and beauty alone, but for her own intrinsic worth. She obtained such @ partner in Victor St. Aubyn.