Year: 1873

uneasy for her, I contrived to cross his
way, questioned him, and was com
forted. I afterward learned that the
old lady had recovered, and was to make
her appearance abroad on this day at a
grand gala given by baroness, who
lived at the end of the street. I was
then certain to see Amelia pass by, and
eight days of privation had enhanced
that thought. I am sure Madame de
Belmont did not look to this party with
as much impatience as did. She was
always one of the first it had scarcely
struck five when heard the bell of her
gate. I took up book; there I was at
my post and presently I saw Amelia
appear, dazzling with dress and beauty
as she gave her arm to her mother !;
never yet had the brilliancy of her figure
| so struck me this time there was no
| occasion for her to speak to catch my
eyes they were fixed on her, but hers
were bent down however, she guessed
that I was there, for she passed slowly
to prOlOng my happiness. followed
her with my gaze, until she entered the
house; there only she turned her head
for a second the door was shut, and
she disappeared, but remained present
to my heart. I could neither close my
window nor cease to look at the baro-
nets hotel, as if I could see Amelia
through the walls. 1 remained there
till all objects were fading into obscuri-
ty. The approach of night, and the
frostiness of the air, brought to l:y
recollection that the rose-tree was ssjIl
on the peristyle; never had it been so
precious to me. hastened to it, and
scarcely was in the ante-chamber, when
I heard singular noise, like that of an
animal browsing and tinkling its bells
I trembled, I flew, and had the grief
to find a sheep quietly fixed beside by
rose-trees, of which it was making its
evening repast with no slight avidity.


''I caught up the first thing in my
way it was heavy cane. wished to
drive away the gluttonous beast. Alas
it was too late; he had just bitten off
the beautiful branch of buds; he swal-
lowed them one after another, and in
spite of the gloom I could see, half out
of his mouth, the finest of them all,
which in a moment was champed like
the rest. I was neither ill-tempered nor
violent but at this sight was no lon
ger master of myself. Without we'll
knowing what did, discharged a blow
of my cane on the animal, and stretched
it at my feet. No sooner did 1 perceive
it motionIess than repented of having
killed a creature unconscious of the
mischief it had done. Was this worthy
of the professor of philosophy, the
adorer of the gentle Amelia? But thus
to eat up my rose-tree, my only hope to
get admittance to her When thought
on its annihilation, could not consider
myself so culpable However, the
night darkened I heard the old ser
want crossing the lower passage, and 1
called her.


Catherine said I, bring your
light, there is mischief here you left
the stabIe-door open, (that of the court
was also unclosed,) one of your sheep
has been browsing on my rOse-trees, and
I have punished it.


She soon came with the lantern in her
hand.


'''It is not one of our sheep, said she
& have just come from them !; the stable
gate is shut and they are all within. o
blessed saints blessed saints What do
[ see?' exclaimed she, when near 1T is
the pet sheep of our neighbor Mademoi-
selIe Amelia de Belmont: Poor Robin !
what bad luck brought you here? o
how sorry she viii be =


"Inearly dropped down beside Robin.


s'Of Mademoiselle Amelia said [,
in trembling voice has she actually
sheep?'


"'O good Lord, no she has none at
this moment, but that which lies there,
with its four legs up in the air. She
loved it as herself see the collar that
she worked for it with her own hands.


bent to look at it. 1t was of red
leather, Ornamented with little bells,
and she had embroidered on it in gold
thread, Robin belongs to Amelia de
Belmont she loves him, and begs that
he may be restored to her.


''s What Will she think of the barba-
rian who killed him in a fit of passion
the vice that she most detests? She Is
right, it has been fatal to her; yet if he
should be only stunned by a blow.
Catherine, run, ask for some ether, or
Eau dc Vie, or hartshorn-run, Cathe-
rine, run


"Catharine set off. tried to make
it open its mouth my rosebud was
still between its acknowledgement
teeth Perhaps the collar pressed it I;
in fact, the throat was swelIed. got
it off with difficulty; something fell
from it at my feet, which mechanically
tool, up and put into my pocket with
out looking Mt, so much was I absorbed
in anx ETY. for the resuscitation. I rubbed
him with all my strength; I grew more
/ and Il re impatient for the return of
/ Cathei me. She came with a small
phiaI in her hand, calling out, in her
usual manner, Here, sir: here's the
medicine. I never opened my mouth
about it to MademoiselIe Amelia I pity
her enough without that.


''' What IS all this, Catherine where
have you seen Mademoiselle Amelia ?
and what is her afiiction, if she does
not know of her favorite's death p


go o sir, this is a terrible day for the
poor young lady She was at the end
Of the street searching for a ring which