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A SILVER BRAND. 16: harsh, and tyrannical, set in authority here. It is for your sake [ remain, fair Theresa.” ! | ‘‘Is it true? Then I thank you for -it, Herr von Schu- bert. Would that J might credit all you have spoken.” * What do you doubt?” he asked, earnestly. “You say that I have softened your resentment, dis- armed the family feud of its power. Herr von Schubert, that is scarcely true. You watch us still with lynx-eyed vigilance. You are scrupulously faithful in the minutest - particular to the interests of our enemy.” “By Heaven! it may be true in the letter—mine honor- able standing requires it, but in the spirit I stand con- victed before myself as guilty and faithless!” he returned, fiercely. “Iam tempted again and again to fling myself at your feet, and to seek to win your favor by the most dastardly treachery. Iam insane enough often to offer to fly with your father to a foreign land, if only that fair hand of yours would be given as reward—to forsake hon- ors, and fortune, and country for you.” eg Saas All this time she had refrained from looking at him. Now she lifted her eyes, and slowly turned their dazzling, melting splendor upon him. What he read there seemed to fill him with an almost insane ecstasy. . He caught the hem of her dress, and covered it with wild kisses. “Theresa !- Theresa, ‘you.cannot hide it any longer.. My — great love has kindled a response.” She dropped her face into her clasping hands witha low cry. “What have I said? what have I done?” she sobbed. “Tt cannot be—you know it cannot be. You, Herr von Schubert: and I, the daughter of Valentin, Baron Baer! © Oh! it is cruel in you to stay when I am weak, and tired, and shorn of all my courage Go! Youare my father’s jailer and mine.” fe “Nay, nay, sweet trembler—sweeter, and lovelier, and more resistless in this womanly mood than in your queen- liest pride and haughtiness,” pleaded Von Schubert, losing all his stateliness and self-command. “The only lock I would turn upon you would be the key that should secure you safely in my heart. I am no longer your father’s enemy, and yours I never was. By Heaven! I repeat what would cost me my head if these guards should hear it! Irepeatit! Theresa, you know I am rich and power- ful, and thoroughly trusted by the prince, and therefore “S: (eo pakel ovoye) com