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a'Auorevoi turnea to Aarienne, wno, et&rtled by the sound of her father's voice, was struggling to get away from liarie and run to him. "Wait one moment, my child," said tbe colonel, detaining her "then you shall speak to your father. Why do you think that your papa was with yoar mamma when you heard her calling out so londf "Because mamma said so.1*

A groan of horror from the prisoner was echoed by the listeneri "Art yon sure of that, Adrienne?* "Yoh. I knocked on the door—I wanted to pot out—and mamma said: •Sleep, my child, I'm with yonr father.'" "Never, never! It did not happenT oried Renaud, almost out of his reason with the long-sustained torture. "You have all heard, gentlemen,'* said the colonel, looking around on the horrorstricken group. "Adrienne, did you hear anything else?" & "I ii«ard mamma cry and talk, and then Something fell, and then all was still." "1 think it but right that on this evidence the accused should be committed for trial. Renaud, you area prisoner. If you wish for any counsel during your trial your request Will be granted. Sergeant O'Rourke will Irresponsible for the prisoner's safety." r» Renaud listened like a man turning to alone, then he relinquished his arms to tiie soldiers who approached liiin. fei "May I bid my child farewell?" he asked, with a hollow# suppressed voice, as the colonel turned away. (I •'Certainly."

The bystanders fell baek, overpowered by the solemnity of the scene, and Jean Renuud was left alone in the open space. Released from Marie's hold, Adrienne bounded toward him. "Papa, papa! dear papal"

Then the tall figure relaxed as if struck by palsy, the strong muscles quivered, the (lushing eyes filled with tears, and the strong man fell on his knees and caught the child to his heart. "My darling, my own Adriennet*

The slight arms were clasped around his neck, the fragile little creaturc-put her fnoe against his cheek, and pressed kisses on his eyes and lips. "Papa you are crying. Did do wrong? I told the truth." "No, my darling, you were right to tell the truth." "Then why do you cry, papaf' "Alas, Adrienne, you cannot understand H1 ""Well, will you come home, papa? Oh, papa., what have I done?"

Then the long, pent-up agony broke forth in terrible words. "You have destroyed your father, poor child but I do not blame you. And remember well, through all your life to eonie, these my last words to you—it was not your fault, my little one. You have killed me, but I pardon you and I love your

Rising with an effort to regain his selfcontrol, Jean again kissed the wondering child and turned away.

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ADRIBNMB'S VISIOH.*'

In the year 1757, there stood on the road to Toulon, a large, handsomo chateau, the front windows of which commanded a fine view of Toulon and the sea the gardens of the chateau were beautifully laid out, and were kept in elegant order, presenting here and there a wilderness of flowering plants, thrown into bright relief by miniature forests of orange trees and dark clumps of magnolias. Paths winding mysteriously out of sight, ended at small rustic summer-houses, or led the curious pedestrian into a walled enclosure containing a small orchard, where he could satisfy his hunger, according to the season, with the largest of cherries and reddest.of currants, or with luscious apricots, pears, plums, or peaches.

Within, the chateau was a marvel of taste and beauty its owner being the wealthy Duke d'Aubretot, who for many oars had held the position of Governor

Provence. His family was small, conting of his duchess and his only child, -demoiselle d'Aubretot. a lovely girl of enteen. One pleasant afternoon in early sum mer. the two ladies sat, with their em broidery, in the open air, watching for the duke's return from Toulon, whither he had £one that morning on business con nected with state affairs. '-f "01). Adrienne," said the duchess, with a long-drawn sigh, "how delightful it is to havo you home again with us! I do not. know now how we ever consented to part with you for so many long years!" "Lon* years! mother wfiy I was at the Gollc^y d'Hyeres just four years and one day precisely," said Adrienne, laughingly. "1 cannot help it to me it seemed life-time. I missed you so much." "Well, and I missed you and father f^r*ribly. and poor O'Rourke. 1 often wonder why you sent me away from you of course the chanionesse was kind to me, and 1 soon loved her dearly "and then Valentine—you know my Valentine was there and there is no one in tbe world like Valentine. Still it is so strange to be away from you all. Raoul, I suppose, has forgotten me."

The duchess laughed, and nodded at Adrienne. "Oh, no doubt. The dear fellow is just the one to forget his lktle sweetheart Ah, no, Adrienne. We parted with you, my darling, because your father was moving constantly from place to place, and I wished to be with him. Sometimes I feared that my daughter would grow op, *nd find that in their great love for her society, her parents had forgotten her ed!in ucation and then Raoul wonld want his little wife to be as learned and as clever ftihflr voiuiff ladies. The chanionesse

was an old friend of the family, and we knew that she noald watch over you better at that period than we eould, with our heads and hands fall of political troubles. Besides, you have made a friend for yourself while at school, and that may prove a great blessing to you, Adrienne. By the way, who is your Valentine? 'Valentine de what?" "Oh, mother, she has no name but Valentine. There is some mystery about her family. She does not know or remember anything about any one, but tbe chanionesse. And the chanionesse does not wish to be questioned about the matter. She tells every pupil that Valentine is a lady, and under her charge, and that is quite sufficient for the scholars to know. Valentine is the moat clever girl there. She has never been away from the College d'Heyers. She does not remember ever living in any other house. Oh, mother, if Valentine could only come and stay with me!" "Write and invite the Chanionesse to come and bring Valentine with her. Once she is here, we will try and keep her with us." t'You are so good, mother kiss me, and then I shall go and write my letter."

Rising quickly, Adrienne kissed and hugged her mother, indifferent to powder, puds and laces, and then hurried away to her own room as fast as her hoop and lengthy train would allow of.

The duchess sat for some time gazing at her frame, but not putting a stitch in the canvas. "A young girl with a secret clouding her name. Dear me! And Adrienne, of course, must Ik) attracted by this stranger, as if some magic spell bound together those who suffer under similar misfortunes. Ah, well I Adrienne has outlived all her childish sufferings everything is now bright before her."

Footsteps and voices in the direction of the road put an end to these reflections. The duchess rose as her husband and a much younger man appi-oached from tbe shadow of the trees. "What Raoul. is it you?"

The duke looked quite delighted as the young man threw his arms around the duchess, and kissed her on each cheek. "Yes, Aunt Claire, and I am with you now almost as a fixture. The duke has had me exchanged to a detachment of our regiment now at Toulon, so I can see you every day. Where is Adrienno?" "Turn around," said the duchcss, Biniling.

Raoul did so. Comix* alon£ the incloscd terrace he saw t*ll. slight girl, dressed in a white satin petticoat, with a Ught-blue Watteau over-dress and long train. Her hair was raised in pufls over her forehead and powdered to a snowy white, as was the fashion of the day. Her large, dark-blue eyes, however, were unaltered, and met bis with the bright smilo that he had never.forgotten. "Adrienne!" "llaoul!" lie would have embraced her, but she put out a little white hand, extended a tiny whito satin shoe, and dropped him a low courtesy. With a bow matching her own, Raoul took the little hand, and kissed it with fervor. "So, Adrienne, that is what you learned at d'Hyeres, eh! To be dignified with your old playfellow, and wear a hoop, powder and train." "And you, llaoul, havo learned a military step, and you are so tall that I have to bend hack my neck to look in your face. But, indeed, wo are the same Adrienne and Raoul, in spite of our fineries."

Raoul smiled as Adrienne glanced over his tall figure. lie wore the blue coat faced with white, the uniform of the King's Guard, blue velvet breeches, white silk stockings, and shoes with diamond buckles, and carried his hat under his arm.

All at once Adriennc's eyes changed, a startled expression replaced the bright smile.

They all noticed it no one understood it Adrienne put her hand to her head.'"|*H "It seems so strange. That coat is like something I have seen in a dream. I cannot remcmlier." "My darling, you are thinking of O'Rourka's old uniform. lie wore a blue c.mt when you weroa liltlo creature, ami you recollect it is appearance in it. Come, Raoul, you and the duke must need refreshments after your dusty ride. It is very warm, I think."

The duchess put her arm in her husband's, and walked toward the house, leaving the young people to follow. "How tall you aits, Raoul! How you have grown! You could carry me easily still, as you did when I was a little girl. Would you have known me, llaoul?" "Known you, Adrienne!" He took a locket from his white-satin waistcoat, and, opening it, showed her a little miniature of herself, painted by a fine artist, who had gone into raptures over the beauty of Mademoiselle d'Aubretot in her twelfth year. "I could carry yon" now, Adrienne, as easily as ever, if that hoop and that long train were out of the way. Are there any woods hero to gonuttiog in I Any streams to fish in? I wish we could sometimes forget our height ami our new dignity, and piny together as we did in our old garden in Paris." ... "Every one in the nci^Ti oorhoort would be very much shocked. But at school we had lovely times. Valentine and I wore short, skirts and went fishing and took long r.unblee around d'Hyeres with the chanionesse. She is coming, and she will bring Valentine." "Valentine! Who is sbef* ^. "My dearest friend, Raoul 1" "Your very dearest, Adrienne? I played with you before yon met Valentine. If she is your dearest friend, she is no* your oldest." "Oh, Raoul, you are just the same dear, old, jealous boy you always were." She pot her band on bis. "Can I not have two dearest friends?" Her eyes met his soft pleading. Raoul relented a little, and took her hand in his. I "How can two be dearest, Adrienne?

Which do vou love and tjiys) mostP

"1 cannot answer it is a amereni reeling. I can trust Valentine for four years I have told her all my thoughts she would do anything for mm," "And woald not I, Adrienne? It is trae that for five years we have been separated, but before that I Mtaew all your thoughts. You trusted me'. Surely you cannot have changed that your thoughts and confidence are no longer for me." "Ob, I do not know. Perhaps it is you who have changed, Raoul. Five years, you know, is a long time. Tell me, where have you been—in Paris, or with father?" "Most of ay time has been spent in Paris. The duke preferred me to remain there with my regiment. As you are home again, however, he has bad me exchanged into the detachment now stationed at Toulon." "Are tho Parisian ladies very handsome?" "Yes, under their paint I suppose they are. I am glad that you do not uso it, Adrienne. Yoa have not gained any color in your cheeks just the same fairness I always associate with my mental pictures of you." "But I want to hear of«the court beauties that mother tells me of—those she used to visit." "I am ashamed to confess that I know but little about them. I should have paid my respects to them frequently had it not been for Henri." "Who is Henri?" "My favorite ecliool-companion, ami now my dearest friend, Henri de Calonne." "Ob, so you, too, have a dearest friend."

She turned away and gazed at the distant clouds flying over the sea. Rusuf watched her in silence for some seconds, then he said, gently: "Cannot one have two dearest friends!"

Adrienne did not answer, but leaning forward, Raoul saw tears glistening on her long dark lashes. "Adriennef He took her bands in his, and bending quickly, kissed her eyes. "There, let me kiss away your tears, as I did long ago, when we were children, and had no dearest friends, only each other. Shall it not be so still, Adrienne? Why should strangers come between us? We can love and trust them, but we are still true to one another."

Adrienne smiled at hia earnest words, and drawing her arm in his they went Blowly toward the clmteau. "I will tell you, Adrienne, we must manage to have our dearest friends meet. I was about to explain to you that Henri de Calonne is poor and proud. He would not go into wealthy society in Paris, and I preferred to remain with him. He is my age, handsome, well-educated, honorable, in fact, a gentleman, worthy of the name he bears. The estates, however, arc sunk in debt, owing to the extravagant habits of his uncle, who, I suppose, thought it best to leave nothing after him. Henri is at Toulon. I shall ask Aunt Claire'B permission to present him to you, and when Mademoiselle Valentine arrives, the chateau will be quite a gay place. Henri is charming among a few persons whom he respects. By the way, he already admires you, not only from seeing your portrait, but from what I have told him about our old companionship in Paris. He wanted to know what your disjtosition was like. I told him that you were tbe most generous of creatures, and at the same time the merriest, most tantalizing elf in the world." "Ob, Raoul! what a character to give of me. I suppose your dearest friend will be quite disappointed if I do not exhibit the qualities you have ascribed to me. You forget that four years have passed since I was all that you say. Perhaps, while at the College d'Hyeres, I have learned, among other things, to be very dignified, and to give up teasing my best friends." "I doubt it. To-day you would not, look even glad to see me, although I have boon looking forward to this meeting for months. Yet I think yon were glad." "I see, llaoul, I have only to be disagreeable to answer to your description." "Oh, you must bo as gay and as bright as a butterfly—just your own old self." "But, Raoul, I am not always gay." "And why not, Adrienne? You have everything to make you eo—health, wealth, and your parents, besides many true friends." "And you forget, Raoul, I have you." "You little witch 1 of course I did not mention myself. Everyone knows that I am your devoted slave whether to add to your happiness or not, remains to be proved." ••Yet, Raoul, sometimes I am very sad. I will tell you all, but first you must promise me not to mention what I say to my father or mother it would only make them anxious. Valentine knows everything. She had to hear what terrified me, for we roomed together at the college, and I used to reuse her from sleep with my cries and moans." "My darling, you alarm me. Try and tell me calmly. Sit down, Adrienne." He placed her on a tit one seat under* a great tree, and, kneeling at her side, wiitched her face, now white with fear, and startled with the dread of what is mysterious and inexplicable. "It always comes to me at night," said Adrienne, fixing ber eyes on Raoul. and letting him take her hand in his strong clasp. "Yes, Adrienne what is it "A figure, a man in a soldier's dress he kneels at my feet his eyes seem to pierce my soul he draws me to his heart} and, then, a deep, sad voice speaks to me, always the same words, always. I know them now by heart." "Yes, yes, Adrienne what are theyt"

Raonl's face was nearly as white as her own, his voice, was low and uneven, bat Adrienne was too excited to notice tbe change in him. Unconsciously she tailed the haunting voice: "You have killod me, my child bat I pai-don you, and I love yotl!" "Oh, my God!'* Tbe cry came from Raoul's lios. as l$e suddenly turned awav»

his face. "Ob, Raoul, indeed It is Ml a dream. It comes When I am lying awake in the still nights. It oaed to frighten me I wookl scream aloud at his toteh and sob with terror. Qnt now I tan not aftftid, thtfface seems all kindness and lore, hat oh, so sad, it thrills me. I feel my heart throbbing with sympathy, ft is a reality. I long to put ay hand en his poor face Why, Raoul I what is tbe matter with youP

Raoul bad covered his face with his hands, and his strong frame was shaken with suppressed grief. ••Can you feel thus for me?" "Adrienne, I cannot explain what it is that moves me. Ob, my darling, you are right not to fear this vision, but try and do not think of it, recalling it makes it more vivid. You were right not to speak of it to your parents they could not help you and the knowledge of it would make them anxious. You say that your friend Valentine is trustworthy she will keep your confidence?" "Oh, yes she has known of it for years, and never mentioned the matter, not even to the chanionesse." "She must be a wonderful girl, to keep another's secret." "She is a model of prudence and common sense. I know that you will be charmed with her." "Adrienne, I will promise to admire any one who is kind to you. You are recovering your looks. You startled me." "And you startled me. But what shall we do? I hear them calling us." "I will go and have O'Rourke bring out a tray to us. I have not seen you for four years, Adrienne, and that fact will excuse everything. They 'will observe our happiness from the windows, and will not think of disturbing us."

He went towards the house, leaving his little sweetheart more puzzled than ever.

As Raoul supposed, the duke and duchess were enjoying the sight of the young people's happiness, and perhaps recalling their own youthful days and the old dreams of love and the future that had once absorbed them. "Did I not tell you that you would find our child prettier and more charming than ever?" said the duchess, as Raoul entered the dining-room. "And you were right, dear aunt, as usual. Adrienne is lovely. Soibetimes I fear that you will not care to trust ber to me, but, indeed, if she were mine, I would be very careful of her. I would make her happiness my first object." "Why, Raoul, we have never changed our intentions with regard to you and Adrienne, for reasons which wo will not mention, you are better fitted than any one else could be to guard her from any grief or troublo. Then, again, you bavo always known and loved each other, and we understand you, Raoul, and appreciate the nobility of your character. I see O'Rourke has gone out to his young mistress his watchful attentions are unfailing. I think the poor fellow would die if anything should happen to Adrienne." "Yes, I notice that he lingers within call I am glad she has such a devoted guardian and no doubt he is oilent "As the grave, Raoul. O'Rourke put on my livery for the child's sake, ana nas made it his business to think tf her first. It was a good move of us, coming here to Provence, so far away from old associations there is no danger here of unpleasant meetings, no chance of hearing old stories. Then, we are so near d'Hyeres, and Adrienne 1b very much attached to the chanionesse, and to a young girl who was at school with her, a Mademoiselle Valentine de He turned to the duchess, who shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "You must ask the chanionesse, Armand. Adrienne's friend is not only very beautiful, accomplished, and exactly seventeen, but she is nameless. A mystery is attached to her. She has no parents, renumbers none, and has no home but the college. For these reasons I have sent an invitation to the good chanionesse, asking her to bring her charge here and leave her with us. Tho poor girl is isolated from society at d'Hyeres. here she will have Adrienne they will entertain each other when you are absent and, Raou4 perhaps you know of some agreeable young, man whom you would like to join our little party. Adrienne needs young company." "Aunt Claire, there is one young friend of mine, Henri de Calonne. I have wished for along time to present him to you.'* "With pleasure, Raoul. Now run ofl where your heart is. You and Adrienne have four years' thrilling incidents to relate 1o each other and we know that an audience of one la most appreciative."

Raoul quickly took the unnecessary advice, and joined Adrienne under the pleasant trees. Here tbew took their lunch very comfortably, waited upon and watched over by tbe faithful O'Rourke, whose admiration for Raoul was only surpassed by that for bis young mistress.

Adrienne was still very pale, but was anxious to think and talk of other subjects. "What a delightful view of Toulon and the sea you have here!" said Raoul, letting his gaze wander from Adrienne's charming figure to the distant landscape. "Yes, lovely! When Valentine comes we are going to walk and ride about a great deal. 8he has never visited Toulon and, indeed, I have forgotten bow it looks besides some things there I never saw— the galley-ships, for instance, and the galley-slaves at work." "Yes, Adrienne," said Raoul, dropping his spoon and bending to pick it up. "And in tbe neighborhood here have you explored everything!" "Oh, no, indeed! There is an old chateau quite near us the grounds join oar park. It has been shut up for years I have hsd a peep at the lowers and into the garden from our orchard wall, but I would not go in there alone for the world." "Why, Adrienne, yoa little goose yoa

nse«l to tie as ornve as a iron you wouta go anywhere.*' "Yes, 1 know, Raoul, then yOu were with me. Lately, have told you bow frigbteaed I have been. I dare not go by but when Valentine, comets yon miiiit promise !$ explore the old place with us. We may happen upon a mystery "In the shape of some worm-eaten tapestries, moldering wainerots, and tumble down furniture. There are few mysteries left, Adrienne. This is a vei7 juvctical age." "And, the chanionesse says, *a very wickod one.' I do not know what she means. I think tbe world is beautiful. Do not you I" "My world—yes, Adrienne for you are my world." "Oh, I did r.ot mean to condense the universe into one small individual. Tell me—you have traveled since you have grown up—is not Paris charming? I should like to see it. If it is eo delight* ful here, what must it lie there?"

Raoul seemed uneasy. "My darling, you could not compare Paris with the south of France. Here the vegetation is lovely you have oranges ripeuing in the open air, and roses blooming at your feet. Then, the scenery is here more picturesque. Paris is very well, but for a really erjoyable climate and bright surroandings, give me Provence. You know my largest estate is in Provence tbe one whero I have always anticipated spending the greater part of the year. One of these days we must visit it." "And will you take me to Paris, Raoul "We will talk of that at another time. I do not like Paris." "You are like the cbanoinesse, then." "Yes, in that particular. Does the likeness extend any further, Adrienno?" "No, it does not. The chanoinesse never refused me anything." "That was fortunate for her. Perhaps your demands were always reasonable, in conformity with her ideas oi what was right and beet." "Now, Raoul, you are not at all nice. That is just the way you used to speak to me when I wanted one thing and you preferred another. You know, you always' had to give in—in the end." "Did I I certainly never made a promise, knowing that I did not intend to keep it, and I am not -going to do it now. Ask me something else."

Adrienne rose snd made him a deep courtesy, then drew herself up and gathered her long train over her arm. "I think I will go back to papa and mamma tbey always say'Yos, mydaugh ter, as you please!"

She walked away, haughtily tossing her head, and Raoul, secretly amused at her proud little ladyship, took up his sword and hat and followed her to the drawing-room.

Adrienne was ensconced behind her embroidery frame, so he took refuge with the duchess, who read the two faces with perfect ease. "A lover's quarrel," was her mental comnwn4* ,,

I he c-litinnai i'u of this nutrl able •story can bu found in lit Week Iv mid 5?aturdxy issues «.f the i/zkttk. Bnt-k numOlts v»n he obtained at thi ffir.r.

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Judge R. and Journalist H. are troubled with the disease of egotism, and tor the first time, in speaking of each other, brought to my knowledge the fact that the patient is not aware of his own infirmity. "I like the Judge," said the journalist, "for be is a man of fine attainments but I must cut him. He cannot get away from himself^,, His coat-tailjs glued to bis base." "I wish," said tbe jurist, "that H. were less of an egotist. It is dreadful to hear him from morning till night, and all night, talk of himself. It is astonishing he does not see what a bore he makes of himself."

Tom Benton's Vaulty. [Philadelphia Press This recital recalls the scene between General Simon Cameron and Tom Benton, once related to me by the veteran Pennsylvanian. It was during Mr. Cameron's first year in the Senate, 1846, I think. Benton was apparently wrapped in his own greatness and hardly recognized any of the younger senators. Going up tho hill to the capitol one day, Mr. Cameron overtook the Missouri statesman, and never before Jiving spoken to him saluted him: "Good morning, senator." "Good morning, sir," replied Mr. Benton. "It is a pleasant day, senator "Yes, sir." "I hope," said General Cameron, "that I shall have the pleasure of hearing you speak on the Oregon boundary question. I have heard many others, but would like to hear your opinion of that measure." "Yes, sir," replied Mr. Benton "you will hear me speak upon the Oregon boundary question, and when you do hear me upon that proposition, sir, you will see that I will annihilate those who have spoken on either side like an elephant treading upon a bed of pismires."

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Established in 1803.

To tbe farmers of Vigo County:

Do not insore your property with traveling agento They charge you double what It will ooHt you to inmire In J, reliable established agency. 1 repatvfciit companies worth over fifty million rioihire Call la be* fore you are Insure*!.

ifntil ApriLl, ft discount of 15 per cent off regnlar prices allowed on all wrap and dresseamade In tnia inentb.

Mtyllab and

perfect fit guaranteed or uo cbnrge.

MRS. H. M. FARNSWORTH,

Vo. K8X Main tt. Mod late.

CLIFF & SON,

Mannfaeturera of Locomotive, and Marine Boilers (Tubular and cylinder) Iron Tanks, Hmoke Stacks, Ar- Bbopa on Flrat Nnel, bet. Walaatft Pwptar.

Terre Haute, Ind.

av-Bepairing done In the moat sabatanlal manner at abort notice, and at aa low price aa any establishment in the state.

Darwin's niece asked him what a cat has that no other animal has after grave reflection he gave it up, and she answered "Kittens."

only 186. AJdreaa Danl

F. Beatty, Washington

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