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AGREAIfiECRET; SHALL IT BE DONE. .â€"â€"â€"-_â€"__â€" CHAPTER XIII. Victor Fournier rode to “ Les Bouleaux” as fast as his En lish horse, which had long been the envy o the less fortunate Gerald, could carry him. He was sincerely anxious to find out who it was that had used Gerald so ill, curious as to what had become of Mr. Shaw, and just sufiicieutly interested in the queer little English girl whom he was to marry to feel glad that her father’s house was to be the scene of his inquiries. Delphine opened the door, and showed the ingenuous surprise of a rustic servant at sight of him. He had fastened his horse to the garden-paling on the op osite side of the courtyard to save time, an he now stepped quickly, and without speaking, into the hall, whip in hand. ” Monsieur desires to see Mr. Beresford l” inquired Delphine, looking at him curiously, as she began to cross the hall toward the salon. “ Wait aminute," said he, stopping her. He did not wish to give unnecessary alarm and he thought the girl might be able to afford him some of the information he want- ed. “ Is Mr. Staunton at home 2" he asked Beresford’s infirmity would tears, shaking as with palsy as he tried to cross the room toward the door. “ Where are you going, air 1" asked Miss M'Leod timidly through her tears. “ Iâ€"I must go upstairs. Iâ€"I must see Smith,” said he, in a voice that sounded strange and broken. “ But he is asleep, and he was not sober when he went to bed. He won't be able to help you," she persisted, her tone growing rancorous at once. “ He knows somethingâ€"he guesses some- thing,” murmured the old man, as the others made way for him ; “ he said some- lady a good second in his admiration ; but his heart was a gallery where room could always be made for a new picture, and the young English girl who was to be his wife, with her piquant face and odd freedom of manner, might on sufi‘erante be accorded a place there. The faithful Miss M'Leod had gone up-stairs, dutifully to worry her em- ployer. Victor had mastered the interesting fact that English girls were allowed a great deal of liberty with their fiancer ; why should he not take advantage of these cir- cumstances to administer to the fragile-look- ing‘little lady the kiss of consolation? here is something so dignified in sorrow quietly borne, that Victor instinctively bowed low to her as she raised her sad eyes on his entrance. He had not much time to waste over his consolation, however, and he came slowly and respectfully towards her as she s ke. “Par on, mademoiselle; I am intruding, I am afraid. I came to say goodbye." thing about Monnier whon he came in, and I met him and told him to go to bed. I must see him at once.’ The two went upstairs as fast as Mr. allow, and after knocking some moments at the door of the spare room where Mr. Smith was sleeping at last a drowsy veice called, “Come in l and the housekeeper left l‘er employer to go in, Peggy was sitting, rigid and dumb with horror and distress, on fire. eyes which face before and returned to the salon below, where a low chair by the Victor was watching her with curious saw more than the pale little him, and the good Cure, with tentatively. ' _ I . _ “ No sir. He has gone to Calais with the professional instincts, was iniprovmg the oc- English gentleman who came last night. 03'5")“ by “11 “nheeded homlly 0“ “‘0 WBYB " Mr. Shaw 1 Are you certain of this?” Of Heaven- “ Yes, sir. I myself saw them drive off The young man 3'5”th forward 0'1 the‘ in the can-{ole ; I was standing at the door entrance Of the housfikeeper- here with Mr. Beresford, and Miss M’Leod, “ They are tip-stairs togetherâ€"Mr: Berea- ford and Mr. Smith? ’ asked he hastily. and la petite demoiselle, who ran out after them to tell them to drive fast, by her father’s desire.” " To drive fast l Mr. Beresford said they were to drive fast 2" cried Victor excitedly, seizing the girl's strong arm, and peering with intent eyes into her face. “ Were they late, or was be afraid of something ? Speak out, can’t you 3” But the irl-began to call upon the saints and to imp ore the Virgin to protect them all, with irrelevant devotion which made the young man stamp his foot impatiently. At last she exclaimed in a loud gutturai whisper : “ The wolf l I know it is the wolf l Oh, what has he done 2" “ Be quiet a moment,” said Victor autho- ritatively. Then having decided that the best person to ask for was the clever Eng- lish clerk, he went on, “ Where is Mr. Smith '3" “ He is in bed, sir. He went out this afternoon soon after you and M. and Ma.- dame Fournier had left ; he returned a little while before Mr. Shaw and M. Gerald went away, but he had been drinking; so Mr. Beresford, who met him on the stairs, told him to go to bed,” answered Delphine, aching with curiosity and alarm, but con- strained by Victor’s commanding manner to confine herself to replies. “And Mr. Beresford? Is he in bed yet?" , “No, sir. When the gentleman had gone he and Miss M’Leod went back to the salon, where he has been ever since, playing chess with M. 1e Cure.” Victor paused a moment, considering what he shoul do. Then he glanced at the door, and saying, “ I will go in,” he followed Delphine, who burst open the door with alacrity, and clattered over the polished door of the first salon, which was empty, to the entrance of the second. “ M. Victor Fournier 1” she announced in a loud hoarsevoice, shakingwith excitement; and then she drew back to allow the enfle‘ man to pass her, and watched the e ect of his entrance without ceremony from the doorway. young man, “ you’re a good fellow, a brave Every one looked up in surprige_ Mr, fellow, to have come .back along this road Beresford, with a pawn in his hand peered in the farce 0‘ What might have been danger up from the chessboard under the green shade he wore to protect his eyes from the glare of the lamp ;the Cure, his opponent, who was sitting opposite, with his back to the door, turned and examined Victor over his spectacles. Peggy and Miss M’Leod, who were sitting near the fire, the former nursin her chin, thc latter knitting, both uttere exclamations of alarm, and listened to his vehement words spellbound with horror. " M. Beresfordâ€"ladiesâ€"mon pen,” he burst out in fiery haste, his eyes travelling rapidly from one to the other. “ I have bad newsâ€"I do not deny itâ€"you can see it in m} face. I fearâ€"I knowâ€"that a crime h: n been committed.” Miss M'Leod 5v mined, and Peggy started up and leaned 3;.- ust the mantlepiece. “ Gerald has been but .â€"-and Mr. Shawâ€"” He paused, but no em could speak to toll him to continue. At last Mr. Beresford signed to him to go on, with a trembling hand. " Mr. Shaw is missing.” Not the charitable Cure, not either of the tender-hearted ladies, was it whom these tidings utterly overwhelmed. It was the philosopher, the cynic, Mr. Beresford, who sank back in a heap into his chair, muttering low cries of horror, crushed and appalled by the awful news. “ I warned him, I did warn him, my God, I did !" they heard him mutter hoarsely to himself, as be bent his gray head upon‘ his hands and shock with anguish which aston- ished all the rest, even at that moment of general consternation. Victor crossed the small room to him, and revcrently touched the old man's clutching quivering fingers. _ “ Don’t give way like that, Mr. BeresforJ. I It may be all right. \Ve don’t know any- 1 thing yet. It was only a wild gueSS of mine; it was stupid and mad of me to tell you. , Mr. Shaw mayâ€"must have got out of the carriole before it reached Calais. He will probably have turned up safe and sound by this time, andâ€"” But, raising his head, the old gentleman interrupted him in tones that no one present ever forgot. “ No, no. He will never turn up. He has been murdered.” Peggy sprang forward, in the midst of the awful hush which followed these words, and clung to Victor’s sleeve. “ 0, tell me, tell me,” she begged, in a voice so broken that the young man could scarcely understand her : “ Geraldâ€"Gerald, is heâ€"murderedâ€"too ?” Victor shuddered. “ No, he is quite safe in my father’s house, mademoiselle. And so, I hope, in spite of Mr. Beresford's fears, is Mr. Shaw also by this time." He turned and saw that the master of 1, “Les Bouleaux" had risen from his chair, and was standing, supported by his faithful You must not she added in alarm, as Victor tions, he left the room, turningto the right, walked alongthe corridor until be which stood ’aiar, weak flame of a candle threw a line of light before his feet. the one firm and hard, the other alternately piteous and angry. Mr. Beresford, who having partially recov- ered his own self-control, was trying to in- duce the clerk to do the same. was saying as Victor drew “I’ve been a good master to youâ€"not too strict in the matter of perquisites, not too hard upon occasional together for once. cerned ,in this awful businessâ€"Mr. Shaw was my own snivelling your wits away ; go back with young Victorâ€"â€"” who had now reached the door, losing patience with the half-audible tipsy objections of the clerk Smith, whose clever- ness when sober was only equalled by his imbecility startled him. Mr. Beresford, more collected, though even his nerveswere not proof against a start at the interruption, said, “ Come in. " He glanced from the stupid-looking bullet- headed Smith, who was shirt on the edge of the hing mat, less affected than the other, time gotencugh command of himself to bear the horrible catastrophe with dignity as well as for you too. alone; will go back with you myself, old and in- firm as I am, and, With Heaven's help, we may find Mr. Shaw breathing yet.” cal toy just wound up than like a man stung into heroic resolution, Mr. 03 the bed and began to dress, his arm, shake and snivel himself into his clothes as quickly as he could. young can see that theory about this horrible affair I" stead of explaining, more mysterious. has been killed or not I believe he has been attacked and robbed by the thieves who have partment this winter. thing, this ; it points to there being a re- gularly organized gang in the neighborhood, to wh whether hands on us in our own little sympathy ; . Beresford, whom he still found sitting look- “Yes, they are in Mr. Smith’s room. goâ€"you must not intrudeâ€"” passed her. “ I must and will know all they knowâ€" all they can suggest,” said he resolutely. And without waiting to hear more objec- went upstairs, and, came to a door on his right hand and through which the He could hear two voices, The former was that of be a man, Smith, be a man,” he “ Come, near the door. excess. Pull yourself My very honor is con- guest. For God's sake leave off dress yourself, asked the young man, “ May I come in l" d h an w 0 was when drunk. He gave almost a howl as Victor‘s voice Victor entered, grave, handsome, earnest. sitting in his night- bed, childishly sob- and wiping his feyes with a crochet to Mr. Beresford, who, while scarcely had by this grief. " Victor,” said the latter, turning to the But you shall not go back since this coward will not stir, I With a sudden jerk, more like a mechani- Smith bounded complaining iteously and vaguely that “it was just lke his luck.” Victor gave Mr. Beresford and they left the unhappy clerk to Outside the door the man Braid suddenly : Mr. Beresfard, but I “ You talk of hope, You have some you feel none. Iwarn you that, in- it makes the outrage \Vhether poor Mi. Shaw Ido not know; but “ Yes, I have; but haunted the de- It’sa very terrible om no one is sacred; and if they at- tack peo la in carriages, Heaven only knows fore long they may not try their homes i” For the selfish fears which checked the current of theolder, colder blood, Victorhad he willingly made over his companion to the cares of old Pierre, who, more helpless than ever in his horror at the story Delphine had brought into the kitchen , gave a trembling and untrust- worthy arm for his master's support. The young man had scarcely reached the bottom of the stairs when Smith, still maudlin, but rather more coherent, overtook him, and linked his arm, for sympathy and steadiness, within that of the young Frenchman. “ If we must go corpse-hunting a'ong that beastly road, let us have the priest with us, if it's only for company,” muttered the clerk, directing his companion’s steps toward the salon. Like a child she smiled up at him and held out her hand. “ Thank you ; it is kind of you to remem- ber me at a time like this.” “ It is impossible not to remember made- moiselle at all times.” “ You are oing back, to-â€"toâ€"” “ To look orâ€"Mr. Shaw ; I hope we may find him safe.” “ Indeed, I hope so too. Shel hesitated again. “Then I shall return to my father’s house, and shall see how poor Gerald is getting on." Her face quivered. She was standing up now, looking away from him with a subdued constrained expression which he pardonahly took for the most bewitching modesty. " Is be much hurt ‘3” she asked, still look- ing away. “ I hope not, I think not. He was stunned by the jolting of the cart; he will soon be And thenâ€"" all right. \Ve’ll take good care of him.” “You are very goodâ€"all of you. I am sure you will.” She looked at him gratefully, and the young man thought her tear'stained eyes were very beautiful, and wondered why his sister Louise couldn’t manage to look as well when she had been crying. No opportun- ity could be better than this. Her face looked delightfully innocent and inviting, and her forlorn expression and attitude were not to be resisted. “ Poor little lady! You are in need of comfort too. Let me console you.” lIe bent his head with an unmistakable intention; but, to his astonishment, before his lips could touch her face, she moved suddenly back, all the seductive limpness gone from her attitude, and most plainly ex- pressed indignation in her face. The young Frenchman’s dismay did not last long. “Why is mademoiselle so severe with me, when she has done me the honor to ac- cept me for her affianced husband 7” he ask- ed plaintively. “ That was my father’s doing, M. Four- nier," she answered promptly. “ But mademoiselle consented to the ar- rangement ?” Afzer a pauseâ€"“ Ye-es.” “ The ladies of your country are not usu- ally so chary of their kisses to the man they honor with their choice.” “ But there is no honor and no choice in this case, M. Fournier ; and as we have be- gun the ‘arrangement ’ in the fashion of your country, we will go through with it in the same fashion. M. Durand is coming â€"___â€"_â€"â€"â€" passeed, and the quiet streets of old Calais traversed, until at last, with Victor and the priest still walking One on either hand, the clerk stood before the porte- rochere of M. Fournier‘s house. Victor rang the bell, and the ronr-iarge opened the little door within one half of the large one, and admitted them. Asthey stood just insideâ€"Smith behind the others, as he was not in a mood to assert his person- alityâ€"Victor asked : “ Have you heard low M. Staunton is f" “ No better, I fear, mousieur. This lady has been unable to see him," answered the concierge, indicating a tall, handsomely- dressed lady, who was at that moment cross ing the courtyard toward the lodge from the front door of the house. Victor hastened toward her eagerly, cry- ing: “Ah, Madame de Laucry! What an unexpected pleasure l" The old Cure glanced at her without in- terest: rich women dressed like modistes‘ pictures be had, through long absence from the world in which they live, ceased to re- gard as the passessors of souls. But on Smith the sight of the lady, the first sound of her voice, as she begged Vic- tor to excuse her abruptness now, as she was anxious to get back to her husband, acted like a spell. He craned his bullet head forward with one fearful stare, then, turning sharply, he slipped through the open door, and seeing a fiacre standing there, jumped into it, hoarsely promising the driver a napoleon if he could drive him to the station in five minutes. “I’ve taken her own cab, I believe,” back for you. Good-night.” She gave him her hand to touch and drop very coolly ; and Victor went away under- standing much more clearly than before why English girls are allowed so much lib- erty in their engagements. “ She is a man in petticoats,” he said to himself, only half disdainfully, as he left the house with the priest and Mr. Smith. But she was not ; she was only the ordin- ary little feminine fool fond of the wrong man, and therefore endowed with the stoni- est strength of mind in her dealings with the right one. She went to bed unhappy about the fate of Mr. Shaw, unhappy about her engagement with Victor, but most of all unhappy because Geraldâ€"good, kind old Gerald, whom a. week before she had never seen, but whom circumstances had already hoisted into the place of honor in her young girl’s imaginationâ€"was lying ill three miles away, and she could not tell when she should see him again. In the mean time the three searchers had trudged together along the Calais road, and discovered, to their great relief, that they had been forestalled in their explorations. Distant cries and shouts were heard along the road soon after they had left the poplar avenue; and when, following the direction whence the noises came, they reached the spot between the copse and the deserted cottage were the attack had been made, they found that a party of police, sent out at the suggestion of the elder M. Fournier, who knew that Mr. Shaw was to be driven into Calais by young Staunton, had already reached it, and that a discovery had just been made which put a fatal end to all doubt about the occurrence. For, following the marks of blood which were found in the middle of the road where the carr'wle had been stopped, which ap- peared also from time to time on the untidy gardenâ€"path of the deserted cottage, the police had found inside the ruined building the dead body of Mr. Shaw, with the marks of fangs at his throat, and a bullet-wound in his breast. His pocket-book, purse, watch, chain, and scarf-pin were gone, so that there could be no doubt in the mind of any one that the object of the murder was robbery. A stretcher had been hastily formed of two boards, the body of the dead man placed upon it, and the solemn procession back to Calais began. Victor, hastening ahead of his two companions. was the first to learn these details, the first to see this sight ; then he stepped back again to inform the Cure and Mr. Smith of the discovery. The clerk, on learning it, was seized with such convulsions of horror and fright that it was with difficulty he could be persuaded Smith had been brought up a Roman Catholic, and although he had impulsively professed a variety of creeds since that, and had never been particular to a dogma or two, he still occasionally carried his sins and his remorse to the confessional, and took spiritual guidance when nothing better of- fered. The Cure, though not physically fearless, was far too good a man to shrink from any call which might be taken for that of duty, and he at once consented to accompany them on their search for any trace of Mr. Shaw. Victor turned back and slipped into the inter walon for a farewell word to Miss lug blankly and forlornly into the dying to continue the walk toward Calais, where Victor had made up his mind to confront him with Gerald that night. The English clerk, though clever, had the reputation of being rather a slippery fish, and his conduct this evening had raised in the mind of his employer’s son the suspicion that his drink- ing that afternoon, and subsequent hurry- ing off to bed, might have been the result of remorse, and of a wish to be out of the way of any unpleasant occurrences of which he might have got wind. So the young Frencaman was inexorable, and poor Smith had to drag his trembling and unwilling li'ribs to“ aid the town, taking good care, however, to keep a considerable distance between him and the terrible freight the fire. He was very much in love with Ma~ dame de Lancry, and an officer’s daughter housekeeper, who was unmistakably in with the manners of an officer’s son ran this poliw were bearing in the same diacction. In turn the canal was reached, the bridge crossed, the moat and the gloomy ramparts said Smith to himself, in feverish, tremulous exultation, as the enterpris- ing driver drove off at what he considered a good pace, sacrificing his engagements to his avarice. “ Now if I can only get a train to Boulogne and catch the ni ht boat to London, I’m out of the way of the whole boiling till I’ve had time to think a bit.” But luck was against him. When he got to the station, he found he had twenty minutes to wait, so he went into the buffet for a peed verre. He had scarcely the glass to his lip when the lady whose cab he had so unceremoniously taken entered the room, which was almost empty, and walked straight up to him. He did not attempt to escape her this time ; he knew it was of no use. “ I thought I should find you here,” she said simply, but with a certain unpleasant suggestion in her tones of an intention to “ have it out with him." “ Yesâ€"erâ€"Iâ€"glad to see you, Made- line,” said be, without much spontaneity. " Iwish to speak to you. Will you come into my sitting-room for a few minutes? I am staying here.” “Certainly, withâ€"with pleasure. But, I sayâ€"erâ€"Madeline, I suppose you don‘t want toâ€"to have me go back, or toâ€"make it up ‘2” said be, following submissively but coyly. “ Not exactly.” " Then aren't youâ€"afraid ofâ€"people guessing theâ€"theâ€"well, in fact, that you areâ€"wereâ€"as a matter of factâ€"my wife 2" “ Not in the least,” said she contemptu- ously, as she opened the door of her sitting- room, and he followed her in. (To BE CONTINUED.) W Filial Honor. Young people sometimes know so very much more than their elders l at least, ac- cording to their own estimate of their know- ledge. Tney pride themselves on advanced meghods of thought, and freedom from “old fogy notions," but possibly they will find, on reaching middle age, that years do brin their own peculiar teachings, which youth is not yet capable of receiving. Said an overworked mother once in a moment of bitterness: “I’m afraid I don't enjoy my children as much as I did when they were little. Then they were merely clinging, afl’ectionate creatures; they never judged what I did, or doubted that I was the most remarkable woman in the world. Now they seem so much wiser than I, that it appears to be natural for thorn to find fault with me. “Nothing I do is considered very praise- worthy. In fact, I am almost always in the wrong. If I try to join in their conversation, they evidently think 'mother's opinions aren’t worth much; she hasn’t had the lat- est advantages.’ “It s true I haven‘t. I've been too busy to become a very cultivated woman, but it seems to me afl‘ootion, taken by itself, ought to count for something in this world.” Yet her children did love her; they only omitted to “honor” her in daily life. The next day after her death her son stood be- side her coffin, looking at the worn, placid face, and said, through his tears,â€" “I never could understand why mother wasn’t happier. She had eve comfort in her later years, but she always ooked worn and discouraged.” Had he been of clearer vision, he need not have sought far for the reason. It is usually our own warmth or lack of tender- ness which makes the faces about us bright or gloomyâ€"a truth to berememhered before it is forever too late. .*'_.___ The Truth of the Matter. 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