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r A SILVER BRAND, 49 took up her guitar, when he came a step nearer to her chair. “JT will accompany you also,” said the baron, and the three gentlemen mounted the grand staircase, © Aubrey, somewhat puzzled to find that he could scarcely lift his feet, and that a strange drowsiness | was creeping over his eyelids. oy Half an hour after, possibly a few moments be- yond, three gentlemen came down stairs again. “We are a little late. ‘lhe horses, I see, are wait- ing,” said Roderich, ina loud and hurried voice. “Make your adieu quickly, Dalberg.” “He has spoken his to me,” said Lady Theresa. “Let me keep those last words for our parting speech, Mr. Dalberg. I will sing you mine.” And she touched her lily fingers to the strings, and broke into a fierce, high lament, full of wild pathos and passion. Dalberg moved his hand in farewell to Von Schu- bert, shook the baron’s hand warmly, flung some silver to the waiting servants, hurried down the steps, leaped into the saddle, and in another mo- ment the two horsemen were cantering down the avenue in the moonlight. , Von Schubert followed to the door and watched them off. One of the sentries stepped forward and presented arms. “Ts it all right, your honor? Shall we let them go unmolested” he questioned. “All right,” replied Von Schubert, still leaning there and following the receding figures. But, as the man returned to his beat, he passed his hand slowly across his forehead, and muttered: “All wrong, rather! I think I am losing my wits. I thought I scented a plot, but I have lost it entirely. The American has come and gone. Ihave kept close and secret watch over every word he has spoken with them, or they with him, and there was no treason, or commissions given. My agents will look after them in the city. But something in that _ girl’s eye tells me I have been outwitted.” He went back slowly and sullenly. The Baron Valentin was sitting at the window, with a grave, Gomicboo cS (Ele)