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A SILVER BRAND, oa 4 | roused. It shall not be. I will not fail of one tittle of my trust.” — . | And he stretched out his hand and struck fiercely, as at some visible opposing: force. : “She has gone to the sick Stephano,” he muttered again. “Better so. As she said, the play is ended, and the American gone. Thank Heaven for that!” ~ If he could have seen into Stephano’s chamber, where at that moment Baron Valentin and his beautiful daughter met, with white, scared, and — -yet triumphant faces! For there, upon Stephano’s couch lay a pale figure, motionless but for the long deep breathing of a trance—the work of a powerful - drug—and it was not Stephano’s face that rested on - the pillow, but that of Aubrey Dalberg!” ee ee Se CHAPTER V. BUT ONE LAST CHANCE. The clouds shrouded the pleasant sunshine, and it was a cold, gray sky which ‘looked down into those luminous blue eyes, as the prisoner paced to and fro along the despoiled roof, something like a month after the visit which had wrought such deso- lation to the mid-air garden. She was deadly pale still, but her eye burned with even brighter luster, and her graceful form had not bowed nor pined. “It passes my belief,” whispered Seippel to Lisbet, his wife. “I thought it was tending the plants and the pleasure she had with the flowers that kept ‘my ladv’ alive, and prevented her going crazed with her trouble.” “Ah! but itis a wonderful deal of spirit she has, Seippel. Whata proud woman she must be, and how strong!” answered Lisbet, rocking herself ~ drearily to and fro. “I’m sure I’ve often liked to lose my own wits with the lonesomeness and horrors here. Oh! what must it be for her? Poor soul! my heart almost died inside mv breast the other day when she went down on her knees to me, and asked me if I had a woman’s heart in me, to (are) Gomicboo cS