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A DISABLED COMRADE. 18 not as payment for your services, which can not be paid with money, but to drink my health at the Fleur d Lis.” “ The soldiers of France have always money enough to buy a flagon of wine to empty in honor of a lady of quality,’ said the soldier. ‘I can not take money for such a purpose. But, if you care to give it to me for a disabled comrade, who lucks some little ‘uxuries he might have for money, I shall be well pleased.” Marie added two more broad golden pieces to those already in her hand, and gave him the five. . He looked pleased. “Where is your comrade ?” she asked. “In the hospital, mademoiselle.” “TI knew nothing of it. Will you give me his name? I will see him to-morrow.” ‘* You, mademoiselle ?” | “Why aot? I see many sick soldiers. You have not given me his name.” | “It is Jules Danton.. If you would see him, it might cheer the boy’s heart. He is a young fellow, mademoiselle— a boy to me, but I love him. To a. rough old soldier such as I am, mademoiselle, such a love seems necessary. Perhaps you would not think so. Nevertheless, it is true; and I love this child.” | “Then you have my promise: I will see him to-morrow.” “You have my thanks, mademoiselle. I will never forget it. Good-night.” As his retiring footsteps were heard, they tusucd into the house... Marie had: a pass-key, with which she. entered, and led the way herself to a small parlor, in which a fire was burning cheerily. . “This is my sanctum,” she said, pointing to.a book-case. “ Here. with my guitar, my harp, and my books, I pass my happiest hours.” | A few words of explanation seem necessary et this point. Marie had lost a brother not long before, who was killed on an ‘island in Lake Champlain, by a trusted friend, Mariot Dujardin. His crime was then known to Marie, Despard, and Captain Lamont, Wilton, known‘as the Silent Slayer, the In- dian called the Giant Chief, and an Irish friend. of Wilton’s. Not one of these dared expose bis crime, for the reason that comicboooks GO