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Show I nobleman, ho was niimlfni of the obli-I obli-I gntionsof courtesy, even in intercourse with bis nearest relatives, ami said: I Mile. Adrienne is in the room opening open-ing from this terraitj." Tlie boy ran up the steps. The mar-i mar-i qnis continued his walk, wouderiug what the contents of the note conlil he. Adrienne was nitting alone in the majnilintlv furnished room, dreaming dream-ing and waiting for her grandfather. Ou the table lay the books they wero j to read together that day. Hark! That was not the marquis' step. "Mile. Adrietine, a note a note from the young count De la Valla. He is at La Chesne!" The boy darted off, and Adrienne utood trembling, holding the littlo note iu her hand; her heart was throbbing : so violently that she could not open j the envelope. There, her grandfather was coming. Adrienni) involuntarily put her hand behind her. The old man looked so grave and sat down by the table without removing his hat "or coat. What troubled the marquis? Ailrienne had started up. Now she was standing before him; her fair locks floated over her shoulders; her bo ft white dress revealed the outlines of her slender figure; two white roses from the chapel, which sho daily visited, vis-ited, were fastened on her breast. The note fairly scorched her hand. No, her grandfather must know everything; every-thing; she would have no secrets from him. "Grandfather." she began timidly, 'I have a note; I must tell you about it please don't say anything, grandfather grand-father only listen to me. I will conceal con-ceal nothing from you. and then we'll read the note together." The story of her young love was en no, my child, child or my Helena, never shall I embrace you?" j Paul, deeply moved, was silent, j 'io on. go on." groaued the mar-i mar-i quis. "Head, I wish to know all." "'A new genius rules in France. The littlo Corsican, with his tiery spirit, is accomplishing marvels. With (iod's assistance there are still goals for manly strength. On. to win name and fame! As a French colonel I will clasp my Adrienuo to my heart."' "Poor Cesini! he fell a captain on the liuld of Marengo." murmured Faul. The marquis seemed petritied. That Hulcne could have thus deceived him secretly wedded a musician. Cesini, his servant! As such he had always regarded Sig. Cesini. Burviug his face iu his hands he longed for tears. "Now. Monsieur le Marquis, you know all. and now lot us go to Adri-enue. Adri-enue. What must the dear girl think of our absence?" Thus Paul interrupted inter-rupted his reverie. 'Would you wed Cesini's child?" "Marquis de St. Boche, I have but one plighted troth, oue love; both are Adrienue's. Besides. Cesini fell an officer on the battle-lield; he is vour equal and my superior, for I still liave a life to lose for France," cried Paul. "A Cesini can not be my granddaughter." grand-daughter." 'Itut sho will be my wife. To St. Roche, I beg! Adrienne shall come with me to my chateau this very day. I will force my betrothed bride on no one." The marquis and Paul silently entered en-tered the carriage and drove to St. Roche without exchanging a word. As the equipage turned into the broad avenue leading to the chateau they saw Adrienne sitting on the terrace, her sweet face wearing a most wistful expression as sne gazed into the distance. dis-tance. "Paul," the marquis began, his breathing heavy and belabored, 'say nothing to Adrienne about Cesiui aud llolene. I will keep silence, too." "Marquis de St. Roche," replied Paul, "llelene's grave, iu Paris, thirsts for a daughter's tears, and Cesini's shades haunts the plain of Marengo. I can not rob mv comrade of my wifo's remembrance." "Paul, make my grauddaughter happy. There she comes." "Adrienne, love!" The young count was already clasping her iu his arms. 'Grandfather, give us your blessing." bless-ing." Springfield (Maw. ) Republican, from the Ucrmun of Clara Sehrieber. fiatheticnlly simple. Her grandfather istcued, then he kissed Adrienne more tenderly than he had ever doue before and remained lost iu thought. lie sat rellecting long after Adrienne had hurried hur-ried out into the sunny park to show tho ancient lindens over and over again the dainty billet: "I am coming to my Adrienne. Your Paul!" So brief and so full of meaning. "Monsieur lo Marquis, I am a suitor for the hand of your granddaughter, Adriounti St. Koche." "Paul do la Valle, I must refuse you Adrienue's hand." 'Impossible, Monsieur lo Marquis! What objection can you find to me?'' "To you. tho Sieur do la Vallo? Nothing! You are rich, of aucient and stainless name; you servo Franco though the garb of modem France" the old man glanced nt the glittering uniform "has changed." "Well then Mousiour le MarquisP" "Paul, Adrienne is not my granddaughter; grand-daughter; sho is not a St. Roche. "Indeed. Monsieurlo Marquis! Well, I am sorry for tho house of St., Roche, for you, for Adrienne, and for myself, if in the future you will not love us and forbid us to call you grandfather. For the rest, I am a" nobleman by birth, a soldier by choice, and serve France from love for my native land. I love Adrienne, uot her name, and my wife need be nothing save my wife, the countess de la Valle. I should like to receivo Adrituno's consent iu your presence, Monsieur lo Marquis. Shall we seek her?" "Stay, Paul ; do not be overhasty. I do not know who Adrionue is; how can I betroth her to you? When my daughter-in-law, Blanche de St. Roche, died, her last words to lue were: Father Adrieune love her. She is not mine not Rene's child ask Cesini.' Ces-ini.' Death interrupted her words. My Rone would tell ino nothing more. 'Blanche is an angel; love Adrioune,' was all I learned from him." "Cesini! Did you know Cesini?" asked the major. "Once I did. He was a musician, nnd instructed Rene in violin playing. When I spent a year with my children in Paris Cesiui left us. I have heard nothing from htm, and all my inquiries were futile." "But I closed his eyes in doath.Mon-sieur doath.Mon-sieur lo Marquis. Cesini foil in the front ranks of tho army at the battle of Marengo as an olllcor of the republic. Comrade,1 ho groaned, 'I have attained at-tained uothing this portfolio Holene Blanche1 and died." "lleleno. ho saiil 'Holene? Where is tho portfolio?" gasped the marquis. "At my chateau. I haven't opened it. Wfl forget curiosity in times of war. But, my dear marquis, let us go to Adrienne." "My friend, I must drive to La Chesno. Don't oppose mo I must see clearly. Why did Cesini say Ilelene?" The old nobleman was feverishly i excited. "Quick, mv carriage four horses! Come. Paul!" The marquis' emotion had affected Paul also. The spirited steeds swiftly conveyed the two men, representatives of the old aud tho new tiuies, to the familr seat of tho La Va lies. "The portfolio no, Paul, nothing no food, uo drink the portfolio!" cried tho marquis. There it is." Paul unlocked a drawer of his writing table, took out the woru case, and opeuod it. It contained con-tained the certificate of the birth of Cesini, son of the violiu player, Cesini i of Corsica, and tho marriage certificate j of tho musician Cesini and Mine. ! Ilelene, daughter of the marquis do St. j Roche. j "Uo on, go on!" shrieked the old man. "Goon. Is that all?" "There is only this sheet of paper: ""I loved Ilelene and she returned I my love. We dreaded the anger of her father and Rene, a priest from my native island, married us secretly in Paris. I had undisputed admittance to Ilelene, whom I taught to play on tho violin, as well as Roue. Holene grew paler and paler. One night she ; was attacked by illness. No oue was allowed to watch beside her bed except ex-cept Blanche, my young wifo's friond. I called a physician whom I could trust, a Corsican liko myself. Adrienne was born and Holene died. What a light of horror! Blauehe, overwhelmed by grief and terror, gave birth to a dead chilil. She was a heroine. She whispered a few words to nio aud to Reno. I buried the littlo oae, and then, pursued by the furies of despair, tied to the army aud became a soldier, tq vanish, to' die. Never since theo have 1 seen a St. Roche; never have 1 known oue iiour of hapuiuess. . Adri- ADRIENNE. The old marquis do St. Roche had survived royalty in France without being be-ing disturbed in the possession of his estates. His peasants spared him, not merely because he hud always been a kind master, but beoauso they considered consid-ered him so unfortunate that they Mould do nothing to increase his misery. mis-ery. Tho marquise, whom he had passionately loved, hail lung been lead; a beautiful daughter who had neenmpanied the marquis to the court in Paris never returned home, having lied Biuldenly iu tht capital. Tho marquis' only son, the very ideal of youthful chivalry, wedded a young lady of noble birth, to wlrtini the marquis mar-quis soon transferred all the warm love of his bereaved heart. Tho young rouple spout a part of the year iu Paris, nnd the older peasants well ro-iflembcred ro-iflembcred tho joy in the chateau whoa the daughtei-in-faw brought homo to its lord a rosy littlo grandchild. After ' that time the young mnrquiso never Jeft St. Hoc ho, but devoted herself to iior child ami the poor there was not . a villager to whom she had not ren dered somo kindness. Happy herself sho desired to see others happy. Adrioune was 1 years old when a lioy, an heir to the estate, was born; but. a few days after, tho young mother, with her son in her arms, was laid to rest in tho marble vault of tho astle chapel. Soon her statue gleamed gleam-ed there iu its white beauty. Ten roses nnd snowy hyacinths surrounded it with their fragrance. The young marquis often stood gazing gaz-ing at it w' despairing eyes and on tho anniversary of her death tho hand-eonie, hand-eonie, vigorous heir to St. Roche was brought homo with a bullet in his breast. An accident had happened to hi in while hunting, lie was buried by the side of his beloved wifo. The old marquis was sorely stricken by these blows ho forgot to smile but ho remained erect and strong. He loved little Adrionue with passionate devotion, and tho child clung trustingly trust-ingly to her grandfather. ' He taught tho little one. read fables with her and as she grew to maidenhood instructed in-structed her in the history of Fiance, tho songs of the troubadours, and refitted re-fitted tho Cid aud Phedro. Adrienuo lived in a beautiful, sunny drc::m world. Sho listened with glowing glow-ing cheeks when her grandfather related re-lated the heroic deeds of tho nobles of his day, and heard with quickened breathing the war-liko songs sung by tho youths hurrying to Napoleon's standard, the rumors of victorious bat-tlen, bat-tlen, mid spito of her aristocratic linkage lin-kage her heart rejoiced at tho tidings fittui the first consul, who was making -.beautiful France so great, so famous. (' -Even Paul, the son of the dead count (le la Valle, followed this man's victorious victo-rious banner Paul, tho owner of La Chesno, the finest chateau in the neighborhood, aud when, a youth of 18, he had set out to join the army he bad whispered to tho child of 10: Don't forgot nic, Adrienne; I will rot urn.'1, lie And returned two years since Adrienuo was 16 nnd ho had told her that he must go back to his great commander, com-mander, but would soon come home to bi Adrienne presumptuous Paul, to use that word aud live with her in (iplcndor and happiness, pleasure and love,; and then he kissed tho girl's . yohlen hair only her bair. "Do not forget me. I will write to you often before I return, my sweet one." Tho battle of Marengo was over. It was rumored that Paul had been promoted pro-moted to the rank of major and accomplished accom-plished marvels of daring. The marquis do St. Roche retained all the refined elegance of the ancient nobility of France; never, even in the seclusion of his chateau, did he permit iiimself the slightest carelessness in dress; he was always clad as if he ex-jiecled ex-jiecled guests or nil immediate stlin-unotis stlin-unotis from the kh)T. He was a stately jiian, with clear-cut features that be- ! tokened a resolute will; good because i lie believed it plebeian to do wrong; fj'tn as steel whore his principles were involved, obstinate and proud' of his j noblo blood, for God had ordaiutd. no- : bility as he gave kiegs it rlirihe wjht ! to their crowns, i j While walking in the park tho mar- qui noticed a peasant lad holding a . -dainty little nolo in his hand, hovering ; about tue chateau. ' I ' WI-.'iM' are you going, my boy?" "To Mile. Andricnne. The uote is for the young lady." Who could tho writer be? Tho mar-r.'iis mar-r.'iis was starred, but, like a true |