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ALFRED DE ROSANN. 165 younger of the ladies rushed out, calling loudly for the servant and the gentleman that accompanied them. There was no candle in the corridor; but the glare of the flames rendered it as light as day. De Rosann cast one glance upon the beautiful girl who had issued from the chamber—that fairy form, that lovely face,that melodious voice were too well im- pressed upon his memory ever to be forgotten—he uttered an exclamation of joy—and in a moment Eloise was clasped in the arms of her lover. ‘Your mother and uncle are with you ?”’ inquired Alfred hastily. , “ Yes—but you, dear Alfred—how have you es- caped from that odious place?”’ inquired Eloise, for- getful at the imstant of all the world save him she adored. 'T'o-morrow—presently—I will tell you all, dear Eloise,’’ answered the young man; “at this moment let us think of your mother.”’ And with these words he imprinted another kiss upon the chaste brow of that affectionate girl, then gently disengaged himself from her fervent embrace, and hurried into the room to assist the parent of his beloved Eloise. ‘‘Do not be astonished at my presence here, Mrs. Clayton !”? cried De Rosann; “ but haste and save ourself, for the fire gains upon us.”’ “ Alfred de Rosann!”’ exclaimed the mother, sink- ing back in her chair, as if she were confronted by a spectre. ‘Ves—’tis I, madam,” returned the youth: “hasten, I pray you—we can talk anon—this is no time or place for explanation. Support yourself well on my arm—Lloise assist your mother the other side—and now away from this chamber.” | Mrs. Clayton was scarcely able to walk, her ankle pained her to such a degree; and the party would have moved onwards but slowly, had not Mr. Clay- ton stepped forward and made his niece resign her place to him. His astonishment on recognising De COnnicloookxs (C@