Despard, the Spy: Or, The Fall of Montreal — page 31: what you’re looking at

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A LATE VISITOR. 39 Rap—rap—rap | Despard paused and listened. The rap- ping was repeated. One rap, then an interval, and two quick raps following, immediately followed by two rasping seratches at the door. “Hal Du you hear that, Conrad? AsT cd to be saved, it ig Wilton !” He darted to the door and ‘spened it. A slight young man, dressed in the garb of a French hunter, entered the room, and Despard dropped the bar behind him. “You here, Wilton? ‘You will dare more than any man I know. Do you not understand that your life is ies for- - feited now, since your escape ?”’ | “T know it, my good Despard. But, what can” you ask ? One can not always control his motions; and, by the hopes of my life, I’wovld have come to Montreal to-day though Satan himself stood at the gate. Good Conrad; how do you . feel to-night ?” “T am very well,” said: Conrad. “T hope you ‘are the same.” ** Never better, Conrad. ‘Y should not have’come to Mon- treal except I were in good trim. How goes the world with you? And, Despard, how is Marie?” It was Wuton, the Yankee lover of Marie D'Arigny, who had entered the city at the peril of his life. On a previous occasion’ he had been capttired’ by’ the treachery of Mariot Dujardin, but had escaped. If he fell into the hands of ‘the French ‘now, there was no hope for him: He Knew this well, and took his chances, a8 a brave man might. Despard received him warmly. The gallant young Rihéri- can had twuched his hardening heart. “Wilton was literally fearless, and plunged into danger as some men go into’a revel. There was something wonderfully attractive in his — a face, as he held Despard by both hands. : “Marie,” replied Despard. “She is well. \I saw her to- night, and” again’ snatched her ‘from the clutches 7 ‘that double-dyed villain, Mariot Dujardin.” “ Do you tell’ me that? “cried the young man.’ ““'T have to thank you fur a new favor, Despard. Upon: my soul it vexes me to the heart’ because T let that villain’ ‘eo ‘alive when T had hiny down.” ° COTmmiclooolks (C@)