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$2 THE SKIRMISH. — “Vour father! That old Guillaume Grinedal who has so often held me on his knees is your father? Your name is Jacques, then?”’ It was Jacques’ turn to tremble. He looked at the offi- cer, deeply moved, seeking to read upon his countenance a name which his heart repeated in a low tone. ‘‘My name? You know my name?”’ said he. The officer gave him his hand. ‘‘Have you, then, forgotten Monsieur d’Assonville?’’ he said. | ‘Our benefactor!’’ exclaimed Jacques. “ And he pressed his lips to the captain’s hand. - ‘‘Not that one, Jacques, but his son, Gaston d’Asson- ville. The father is dead. He was Guillaume’s friend; the son will be that of Jacques.’’ CHAPTER IV. THE SKIRMISH. The troop commanded by Monsieur d’Assonvyille, cap- tain of light-horse, was still ten minutes’ ride from the Abbaye de St. Georges, whose white walls were outlined between some clumps of -trees to the right of the road, when gun-shots were heard a short distance away. A peasant who was fleeing upon a sorry nag informed Monsieur d’Assonville that twenty marauders had pre- sented themselves at the abbey, had forced the doors and ordered the nuns to prepare provisions for the whole troop, if they did not wish to see their house fired. “What did the abbe do?” asked the captain, whose eyes grew inflamed. ‘‘Bless you!’’ said the peasant, ‘She emptied the cellar and had the tables set.’’ ‘Well, we shall eat the dinner after the ball.”’ “Aum !? said the other, ‘‘it is my opinion, my officer, that many of the dancers will be missing at the feast. The -Hungarians are numerous.’ ee ‘How many?’’ “*Six or seven hundred, allon horseback and well arated , Their chief has had the trumpet sounded; the scattered bands have collected from every direction, and while waiting for supper to be prepared, they. are pillaging Auvin.’ comicbooks.co