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A FRIEND AND AN ENEMY. 75 pass Monsieur de Villebrais was disarmed. Belle-Rose broke guard. ‘Tell me, monsieur, that you regret all this, and I will think no more about it,’’ he exclaimed. Monsiour de Villebrais had already picked up his sword; without making any answer, he again fellon guard. Belle- Rose had recovered enough sang-froid to recollect that the man whom he was facing was an Officer. He would have preferred, then, to confine himself to parrying, but Mon- sieur de Villebrais pushed him so roughly that he was forced to give thrust for thrust. The clashing of steel ani- mated him, and a thrust which scratched him succeeded in making him lose all circumspection. Two minutes after his sword penetrated the breast of Monsieur de Vil- lebrais. Monsieur de Villebrais wished to return the thrust, but the blade escaped from his hand, a stream of blood mounted to his lips, and he fell upon his knees. The stranger raised him and leaned him against a tree. ‘It may be that he will not get over it, monsieur,’’ said he to Belle- Rose; ‘begin by leaving; we will arrange the affair after.’ “This man is my lieutenant, ’’ replied Belle-Rose, his reddened sword in hand. ‘“‘Ah, diable!’’ said the unknown; ‘‘it means that you are in danger of being shot. Leave all the more quickly, then.’’ ‘‘And my sister?’’ ‘‘T answer for her.”’ “You swear it.”’ ‘‘Here is my hand.’’ The hands of the two young men met in a fraternal clasp. . ‘‘Leave,’’ said the stranger, ‘‘and count upon me.’’ ‘‘You have aided my sister, monsieur. Your name, I pray you, in order that | mBY know to whom my eratitude is due.’ ‘‘My name is Cornelius O’Brien, and I am from the county of Armagh, Ireland.’’ ‘‘l am from St. Omer, in Artois, and my name is Jacques Grinedal, otherwise called Belle- Rose, sergeant of sappers in the regiment of La Ferté.’’ ‘Well, Belle-Rose, you have a friend. Honestmen know each other at a glance.’’ Belle-Rose once more pressed the hand of the Irishman and wentaway ‘The shades of evening were beginning to extend themselves over the country when he left the fo <S co f oe Gomicboo