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CHAPTER XXVI.

I saw that his mind was mado up, and I was in no humour for argumout. "As you will," I answered wearily, "only believe me, you inako a foolish decision. Hut, do what you like only arrango all so that wo leavo tonight. And now get back quickly—give no explanations at the hotel of what has occurred, and lose no time in sending on my carriage. I will wait alone at tho Villa Roman! till it comes."

The vehiclo rumbled off, boaring Vincenzo seated on tho box beside tho drlvor. I watched it disappear, and thon turned Into tho road that lod to my own dishonoured homo. Tho placo iookod silent and descried,— not a soul was stirring. The silkon blinds of tho reception-rooms were all closely drawn, showing that tho mistross of tho houso was absent it was as if some ono lay dead within. A vague wonderirtont arose in my mind. Who was dead? Surely it must bo I—I, the master of tho household, who lav stiff and cold in one of thoso curtalnod rooms! This terrlblo white-haired man who roamod feverishly up and down outsido tho walls was not mo —It was somo angry domon risen from tho grave to wreak punishmont on tho guilty. I was dead, I could nover have killed tho man who had ouco boon my frlond. And ho also was dead,—tho samo murderess had tlaln us both,—and—sho lived. Ila! that was wrong, sho must now die, but la such torture that lior very soul shall shrink and shrivel under It into a devil's flame for tho furuaco of hell.

With my brain full of hot whirling thoughts liko thoso I looked through the carvod horaldlc work of tho villa gatos. Horo had Guldo stood, poor wretch, last night, shaking thoso twlstod wreaths of Iron and impotent fury. Thero on tho mosaic pavoment ho had Hung the trombllng old servant who had told him of tho absenco of his traitress. On this very spot ho had launched his curse, which, though ho knew It not, was| tho curso of a dying man. was glad ho had uttered It. Such maledictions cling! Thero was nothing but compassion for him in my heart now that he was dead, llo had been duped and wronged oven as I and I felt that his spirit, released from Its grossor clav, would work with rnlno and aid In her punishment.

I paced round the silent house till I camo to tho privato wicket that load Into tho avenue I opened it and entered the familiar path. I had not been thore since tho fatal night on which I had learnod my own betrayal. IIow intensely still woro those solemn pineshow gaunt and dark and grlml Not a branch quivered—not a leaf stirred. A cold dew that was scarcely a frbst glittered on tho moss at my feet. No bird's voico broke the Impressive hush of tho woodland's morning dream. JNo bright hued flower unbuttoned Its fairy cloak to tho breeze, yet there was a subtle porfumo everywhere—tho fragrauco

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N E IN fiacre, I drove in It a very little way towards the city. I bade the driver to stop at the corner of the winding road that led to the Villa Rom an i, and there

I alighted. I ordered Vincenzo to go on to the hotel, and send from thence my own carriage and horses up to tho Villa gates, where I would wait for it. I also bado him pack my portmonteaa in readiness for my departure that evening, as I proposed going to Avellino, among tho mountains, for a few days. Ila heard my commands in silence and ovident embarrassment. Finally ho said: "Do I also travel with the Eccollenza?" "Whv no!" I answered with a forced sad smilu. "Do you not see, amico, that I am heavy-hearted? and melancholy men are best left to themselves Besides,—remember tho Carnival—I told you you wero free to indulge in its merriment. and shall I now deprive you of your pleasure? No, Vincenzo, stay and enjoy yourself, and take no concern for nie." "Vlnconzo saluted mo with his usual respectful bow. but his features wore an expression of obstinacy. "The Eccollenza must pardon me," ho said, "but I liavo just looked at death, and my tasie is spoilt for Carnival. Again,—the Eccellenza is sad,—It is necessary that I should accompany him to AvcUino."

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whose purplo eyes wero still closed tn slumber. I gased on tho scene as a man may behold In a vision tho spot where ho once was happy. I walked a few paces, then

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paused with a strango beating at my heart. A shadow fell across my

path—it flitted before me, it stopped —it lay si ill. I saw it resolve itself into tlie figure of a man stretched out in rigid silence, with the light beating full on his smiling, dead face, and also ou a deep wound just above his heart from which the blood oozed redly, staining the'grass'on which ho lay. Mastering tho sick borror which seized moat thissiffht,I sprang forward,—tho shadow vanished instantly,—it was a mere optical delusion, the result of my overwrought and excited condition. I shuddered involuntarily at the image my own heated fancy had conjured up should I always see Guido thus, I thought, even in my dreams.

Suddenly a ringing, swaying rush of sound burst joyously on the silence the slumbering trees awoke, their leaves moved, their dark branches quiverod, and the grasses lifted up their green iilliputian sword-blades. Bells!—and such bolls! tongues of melody that stormed the air with sweetest eloquenco,—round, rainbow bubbles of music that burst upon tho wind, and dispersed in delicate broken echoes. "Peace on earth, good-will to men. Peace—on—earth good vjfill to—: men!" they seemed to say over and over again, till my ears ached with the repitition. Peace! What had I to do with peaco or good-will? The Christ Mass emild teach mo nothing. I was as one apart from human life—an alien from its customs and affections—for mo no love, no brotherhood remained. The swinging song of tho chimes jarred my nerves. Why, I thought, should tho wild orring world, with all its wicked men and women, presume to rejoice at the birth of tho Saviour?—they, who were not worthy to bo savod. IJturned swiftly away I strode fiercely past the kingly pines that, now thoroughly awakened, seemed to noto me with a stern disdain as though they said among themselves: "What manner of small creature Is this that torments himself with passiQns unknown to us, in our calm converse with tho stars?"

I was glad when I stood again on tho high road, and Infinitely relieved wheu I heard tho rapid trot of horses and rumbling of wheels, and saw my closed brougham, drawn by its prancing black Arabians, approaching. I walked to meet it tho coachman seeing mo drew up instantly. I bado him take me to tho Convento dell'Annunziata, and entering tho carriage, I was driven rapidly away.

The convent was situated, I knew, somowbere betweon Naples and Sorrento. I guessed it to be near Castellamare, but it was fully throe miles beyond that, and was a somewhat long drive of more than two hours. It lay a good distance out of the direct route, and was only attained by a by-road, which from its rough and broken condition was evidently not much frequented. The building stood apart from all othor habitations in a large open piece of ground, fenced in by a high stone wall spiked at the top. Roses climbed thickly among the spikes, and almost hid their sharp points from view, and from a perfect nest of green foliago, the slonder spire of tho convent chapel rose into tho sky like a white finger pointing to heavcu. My coachman drew up before tho heavilybarred gates. I alighted, and Dade him tako the carriago to tho principal hostelry at Castellamare, and wait for mo there. As soon as ho had drlvon off, I rang tho convent bell. A little wicket fixed in the gato opened immediately, and the wrinkled visago of a very old and ugly nun looked out. Sho demanded in low tones what I sought. I handed her my card, and stated my desiro to see tho Countess Romani, if agreeable to the Superioress. Whilo I spoke sho looked at mo curiously, my spectacles, I suppose, excited her wonder, for I had replaced these disguising glasses immediately ou leaving tho sceno of tho duel,—I needed them yet a little while longer. After peering at mo a minute or two with her bleared and aged eyes, sho shut tho wickot In my face with a smart click and disappeared. While I awaited her return, I heard the sound of children's laughter and light footsteps running trippingly ou tho stone passago within. "Fl done, Rosie!" said a girl's voico In Freuch "la bonno Mere Marguerite sera tres tres facheo avoc toi." "Tais-toi, petite sainte!" cried another voico more piercing and silvory iu tone. "Je veux voir qui est ia! Cost uu hommo, je sais bien—parco que la vlelle Mere Laura a rougi!" and both young voices broko iuto a chorus of renewed laughter. Then came tho shuttling noise of the old nun's footsteps returning sho evidently caught the two truants, whoever they were, for I heard her expostulating, scolding and apostrophizing tho saints all in a breath, as she bade them go inside the houso and ask tho good little Jesus to forgive their naughtiness. A silence ensued, thon the bolts and bars of the huge gate wero uudone slowly—It opened, and I was admitted. 1 raised my hat as I entered-, and walked bareheaded through a long, cold corridor, guided by the venerable nun, who looked at me no more, but told her beads as she walked, and never spoke till sho had led me into the building, through a lofty hall glorious with sacred paintings and statues, and from thence into a large, elegantly funished room, whose windows commanded a fine view of the grounds. Here she motioned tne to tako a seat, and without lifting her eyelids, said: "Mother Marguerite will wait upon you, instantly, signer."

I bowed, a«d sho glided from the room so noiselessly that I did not even hear the door close behind her. Left alone in what rightly concluded was the reception room for visitors. I looked about me with some faint interest and curiosity. 1 had never before seen the interior of what is known as an educational convent Thero were many photographs on the walls and mantelpiece—portraits of girls, some plain of face and form, others beautiful —no doubt they had all been sent to the nuns as souvenirs of former

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ing Irom my chair I examined a fe\v of them carelessly, and was about to inspect a fine copy of Murrillo's Virgin, when my attention was caught by au upright velvet frame surmounted wirh my own crest and coronot. In it was a portrait of my wife, taken in her bridal dress, as sho looked when, she married me. I took it to the light and stared at the features dubiously. This was she—this slim, fairylike creature clad in gossamer white, with the marriage veil thrown back from her clustering hair aud child-like face—this was the thing for which two men's lives had been sacrificed. With a a mavemcnt of disgust I replaced the frariro in its former pos'.tion I had scarcoly done so when the door opened quietly and a tall woman, clad in trailing robes of pale blue with a nun's band and veil o/ fine white cashmerc, stood before me. I saluted her with a deep reverence she responded by the slightest possible bend of her head. Her outward manner was so

"I SALUTED HEU WITH A DEEP BEVEKENCE."

very still and composed that when she spoke hor colourless lips scarcely moved, her very breathing nover stirred tho silver crucifix that lay like a glittering sign-manual on her quiet breast. Her voice, though low, was singularly clear and penetrating. "I address the Count Oliva?" she inquired.

I bowed in the affirmative. She looked at me keenly she had dark, brilliant eyes, in which the smouldering fires of many a conquered passiou still gleamed. "You would see tho Countess Romani, who is iu retreat here?" "If not inconvenient or out of rule— I began.

Tho shadow of a smile flitted across tho nun's pale, intellectur.1 faco iL was gone almost as soon as it appeared. "Not at all," sho replied in the same even monotone. "The Countess Nina is, by her own desire, following a strict regime, but today being a universal feast day all rules are somewhat relaxed. Tho Reverend Mother desires mo to inform you that it is now tho hour for Mass—she has herself already entered tho chapel. If you wll share in our devotions, the Countess shall afterwards be informed of your presence here."

I could do no less than accede to this proposition, though in truth it was unwelcome to me. I was in no mood for either prayer or praise I thought moodily how startled even this impassive nun might have been could she have known what manner of man,it was that she thus Invited to jfheePin^the sanctuary. IHowever, I 8aid!,no#«%rd of objection, and she bade me follow her. A I as 1 "Is the Countess well?" "She seems so," returned Mere Marguerite "sho follows her religious duties with exactitude, and makes no complaint of fatigue."

Wo were now crossing the great hall. I vontured on another inquiry. "Sho was a favourite pupil of yours, I believe?"

The nun turned her passionless face towards me with an'air of mild surprise and reproof. "I have no favourites," sho answered coldly. "All tho children oducated here sharo my attention and regard equally."

I murmured an apology, and added with a forced smile: "You must pardon my apparent in* quisitiveness, but as the future husband of tho lady who was brought up under your caro, I am naturally interested in all that concerns her."

Agai nthe searching evos of the religieuse surveyed me she sighed slightly. "I am aware of the connection between you," sho said ki rather a pained tone. "Nina Romani belongs to the world, and follows the ways of the world. Of course marriage is the natural fulfilment of most young girls' destinies there are comparatively few who are called out of the ranks to serve Christ. Therefore when Nina married the estimable Count Romani, of whom report spoko ever favorably, wo rejoiced greatly, feeling that her future was safe in the hands of a gentle and wise protector. May his soul rest in peace! But a second marriage for hor is what I did not expect, and what I cannot in my conscience approve. You see I speak frankly." "I am honored that you do so, msdame!" I said earnestly, feeling a certain respect for this sternly composed yet patient featured woman "yet though in general you may find many reasonable objections to it, a second marriage is, I think, in the Countess Romani's case almost necessary. She is utterly without a protector*—she is very young, and how beautifail"

The nun's eyes grew solemn and almost mournful. "Such beauty is a curse," she answered with emphasis "a fatal-a fearful curse! As a child itgmadc her wayward. As a woman it keeps her wayward stilL Enough of this, Slgnor!" and she bowed her head "excuse my plain speaking. Rest assured that I wish you both happiness."

Wo had by this time reached the door of the chapel, through which the sound of the pealing organ poured forth in triumphal surges of melody. Mere Marguerite dipped her fingers In the holy water, and signing herself with the cross, pointed out a bench at the back of the church as the one that strangers were allowed to occupy. I seated myself, and looked with a certain soothed admiration at the picturesque scene before me. There was the sparkle of twinkling lights—the bloom and fragrance of flowers. There were silent rows of nuns blue-robed and white-veilbd, kneeling and absorbed In prayer. Behind these a little cluster of youthful figures in black, whose drooped beads were entirely hidden in veils of flowing white muslin. Behind these again, one woman's slight form arrayed in heavy mourning garments her veil was black, yet not so thick hut that I could perceive the sheeny glitter of

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golden haft—that was my wile, i.Knew. Pious angel! how devout she looked! I smiled in dreary scorn as I watched her I cursed her afresh iu the name of the man I had killed. And above all, surrounded with the lustre of golden rays and encrusted jewels, the uncovered Host shone serenely like the glsam of the morning star. The stately service went on,—the organ music swept through and through the church as though it wero a strong wind striving to set itself free,—but amid it all I sat as one In a dark dream, scarcely seeing, scarcely hearing—inflexible aud cold as marble. The rich plaintiff voico of one of the nuns in the choir singing the Agnus Dei, moved me to a chill sort of wonder. "Qui toll is peccata mundi,"— "Who takest away the sins of the world." No, no! thero are some sins that cannot be taken away—the sins of faithless women, the "littio" sins as they are called uow-a-days —fqjr we have grown very lenient iu some things, and very severe in others. Wo will imprison tho miserable wrotch who steals live francs from our pockets, but the cunniug feminine thief who robs is of our prestige, our name and our honorable standing among our fellow-men, escapes almost scot frpe she cannot be put in prisou or seutencod to hard labor —-uot she! A pity it is that Christ did not •leave us some injunction as to what was to be dono with such women—not tho penitent Magdalene, but the creatures whose mouths are full of lios even when they pretend to pray—they who would be capable of trying to tempt tho priest who comes to receive their last confesions —they who would even act out a sham repentance on their death beds in order "to look well. What can be done with devils such as those? Much has been said latterly of the wrongs porpotrated on women by men will no one take up the other side of the question? We, the stronger sex, are weak in this—we are too chivalrous. When a woman flings herself on our mercy, we spare hor and are silent. Tortures will not wring her secrets out of us something holds us back from betraying her. I know not what it can be— perhaps it is tho memory of our mothers. Vhatever it is, it is certain that many a man allows himself to bo disgraced rather than ho will disgrace a woman. But a time is at hand when this foolish chivalry of ours will die out. On ^hangera tout cela! When once our heavy masculine brains shall have grasped the novel idea that woman has by her own wish and choice resigned all eiaiiu on our respect or forbearance, wo shall have our revenge. Weare slow to chango the traditions of our forefathers, but no doubt we shall soon manage to quench [the last spark of knightly reverouce loft iu us for tho female sex, as this is evidently the point tho women desire to bring us to. Wo shall meet them on that low platform of the "equality" they seek for, and.we shall treat them with, tho unhesitating and regardless familiarity they so earnestly invito!

Absorbed in thought, I knew not when the service ended. A hand touched me, and looking up I saw Mere Marguerite, who whispered— "Follow me, if you please."

I rose and obeyed her mechanically. Outside the chapel door sho said— "Pray excuse me for hurrying you, but strangers are not permitted to see the nuns and boarders passing out."

I bowed, and walked on beside her. Feeling forced to say something, I asked— .j "Have von many boarders at this holffea(li" "Only fourteen," she replied, "and thoy are children whoso parents livo far away. Poor little ones!" and tho set lines of the nun's stern face softened into tenderness as she spoko. "Wo do our best to mako them happy, but naturally they feel lonely. Wiie have generally fifty or sixty young girls here, besides the day scholars." "A great responsibility," I remarked. "Very great indeed!" and She sighed "almost terrible. So much of a woman's after-life depends on tho early training sho receives. We do all we can, and yet in some cases our utmost efforts are in vain evil creeps in, we know not how,—some unsuspected fault spoils a character that we judged to be admirable, and we are often disappointed in our most promising pupils. Alas! there is nothing entirely without blemish in this world."

Thus talking, she showed me into a small, comfortable looking room, lined with books and softly carpeted. ... "This is one of our libraries," sho explained. "The Countess will receive you here, as other visitors might disturb you in the drawing-room. Pardon me," and her steady gaze had something of compassion in it, "but you do not look well. Can I send you some wine?"

I declined this offer with many expressions of gratitude, and assured her I was perfectly well. She hesitated, and at last said anxiously— "I trust you were not offended at my remark concerning Nina Romani's marriage with you? I fear I was too hasty?" "Not so, madarne," I answered, with all the earnestness I felt. "Nothing is more pleasant to me than a frank

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lon frankly spoken. I have been so accustomed to deception—" Here I broke off and added hastily, "Pray do not think me capable of judging you wrongly."

She seemed relieved, and smiling that shadowy, flitting smile of hers, phe said— "No dodbt you are impatient, Slgnor Nina shall come to you directly," and with a slight salutation she left me.

Surely she was a eood woman, I thought, and vaguely wondered about her past history,—that past which she" had burled forever under a mountain ol prayers. What had she been like when young,—before she had shut herself within tne convent walls,—before she had set the crucifix liko a seal on her heart? Had she ever trapped a man's soul and strangled it with lies? I fancied not—her look was too pure and candid yet who could tell? Were not Nina's eyes trained to appear as though they held the very soul of truth?

A few minutes passed. I heard the fresh voices of children singing in the^ next room— $ a "D'ou vient le petit Gesu?

Ce joli bouton do rose Qui fiorit, enfant cheri, Sur le cceur do notre mere Mario. Then came a soft rustle of silken garments, the door .opened and my wife entered. {To fit :)$**• J,

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Railroad Time Tables

Train rked thus (P) denote Parlor Cars attached. Trains marked thus (S) denote sleeping Carsattaclieddaily. Tralnsmarked thus (B) denote Buffet Cars attached. Trains marked thus run dally. All other trains run dally, Sundays accepted.

•VA.tLNTJDA.XiIA LIU:E.~~" T. H. A I. DIVISION.

LEAVE FOB TH WBST.

No. 9 Western Express (S&V). 1.42 am No. 5 Mail Train ,10.21am No. 1 Fast Line (P&V) 2.15 No. 21 8.43 pm No. 7 Fast Mall 9.04 No. 13 Effingham Acc 4.05

LEAVE FOB THE EAST.

No. 12 Cincinnati Express (S) 1.10 am No. 6 New York Express (SAV). 1.51 a No. 4 Mail and Accommodation 7,15 a No. 20 Atlantic Express (P&V). 11.69 am No. 8 Fast Line*1 2.35 pm No. 2 6.05 jp

ABltlVE FROM THE RAST.

No. 9 Western Express (S&V). 1.80 am No. 5 Mail Train 10.16 am No. 1 Fast Line (P&V) 2.00 No. 21 3.38.p No. 8 Mall and Accommodation 8.45 No. 7 Fast Mall 0.00 pm

ARRIVE FROM THE WK8T.

No. 12 Cincinnati Express (8) ... 1.00 a No. 6 New York Express (^AV). 1.42 a No. 20 Atlantic Express '(P .11.54 pm No. 8 Fast Linev* 2.15 No. 2 5.00 pm No. 14 Effingham Ac. 9.30am

T. H. & L, DIVISION.

LEAVE FOB THE NORTH.

No. 52 South Bend Mail 6.20 a No. 64 South Bend Express 4.00 ARRIVE FROM THE NORTH. No. 51 Terre Haute Express 11.45 a ra No. 63 South Bend Mall 7.30 piu

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ARRIVE FROM 89UTH.

No. 0 Nash & C. Ex* (8 «fc BJ. 6.10 am No. 2 T. H. & East Ex 11.50 am No. 4 Ch & Ind Ex* (S) 10.00 No. 60 Accommodation ....... 5.00 pm

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No. 3 Ch & Ev Ex#(8) '0.00 am No. 1 Ev ft lnd Mail 8.16 No. 6 Ch & N Ex*S 10.00 No. 7 Accommodation 10.30 a

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No. 60 Worth Mixed 10.80 am No. 82 Mall & Ex 4.00 pm LEAVE FOR SOUTH. No. 88 Mall & Ex 8.20 a No. 49 Worth'n Mixed .' 4.00

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No. 3 Cli & rash Ex*(S) 5.50 am No. 49 TH Acc 10.25 am No. 1 Ch & Ev Ex 8.10 in No. 5 & N Ex*(S&B). ... 0.60 pm

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