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80 DESPARD, THE &FY. It represented the bank of o river, in a place where reeds and ferns grew. In. the distance rose the towers of some great city. But the foreground of the picture was the terri- blo past, There, balf concealed by the water, with her abua- dant tresses floating out upon the wayes, lay a woman whom he remembered but too well. That drowned face was one which he had cared for in his time, for it was that of Terese D'Arcy, the lost bride of Despard. These horrible pictures were too much even for the iron soul of Dujardin. He ran round the room despuiringly, clutch- ing at. the walls and beating at the panels, crying out: for mercy, begging them in the name of the saints to let him out, to go away-from such, horrible sights and,scenes. It was. only answered by a mocking laugh.. He turned, and there, stand- ing close to the wall, clad in. the white habiliments. of the grave, stood the «exact counterpart of the pictured face. She was pointing one white arm at the picture, and the other at him. The wretched, man uttered a despairing yell, and. fell prostrate upon, the floor, clutching at; the carpet, When he looked up again, the picture was gone from the. wall, and the figure had disappeared. In its place, stood the tall form of Gabriel. | | “Rise,” he said. “You have seen enough. You know now why it is that you have not succeeded in your enterprises of late, It is because God will not suffer such a guilty wretch to live. Your time is drawing near.” “Am I.to go now ?” “ Yea; unless you would like to see another picture.” “ For heaven’ s sike, do not speak, of it,” he gasped. “Speak not of heaven, irreverent scoffer. Go; and see to it, that you do not enter this street again.” “No need to tell me that,” said.the villain, trembling, “yy shall keep clear of it. I was.a fool to come here in, Ane first lace, ” “& You are right ; ‘it would have bebe. Detter for you if you had Neate away, Come,” a) took the major by the hand ani) led. the way out of the ball and into the street.. Here he received his aword,and was suffere to depart, The innate. villainy of his.heart, was such at i a receiving the weapon, he turned to thrust it into. the comicoooksS.c©