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" +P . * va taf . 7 Bar i Hs ty Hes peu ae , c “och! = jae vt Pker Fe te n © 12 © 7 . , Ae . Goth ons wrote fe h eter T told. hive I had been married; had pee a2 a ll my husband; that I was poor and alone, and. ‘na: a a, begged him never to ask—-my heart was too sore, 1 my wounds too recent. If he cotld take me as I was, well and good; if not, then I must labor for myself. I sent my ke otter away, and. waited. An answer came—a long, loving 2 answer—announcing his speedy arrival to fetch me _ to France. He came, Norah, three weeks ago. To-morrow we return to New York, to gail ‘immediately for Havre, and— ¥, there is my story! I came here to see you, to tell you; but y ou must keep my secret. All who knew me think me dead. as et them so think. Tell no one—not even Alwyn Bartram. Hark! there is the carriage returning. Dear old Norah, _ good-by ifs a BE ~ She put her arms round her_neck, with a dry, tearless sob, a and elung there. | ~ “Do you remember our last parting, Norah? You warned me then, but I would not be warned. I go from you again, 3 but it is to a father this time, not a bridegroom—and a father’ s love is different.” “Yes, it is different,” Norah said, very sadly. “My poor | > Bittle Essie! God bless you, my darling, and make you happy and keep you unspotted from the world! as 3 _ “Good- by, good-by !” Bhatt vision in gray and blue flitted like a fairy out into the - misty moonlight ; the tall young man assisted her into the and the superb black horses praneed away. And as Cin- - derella, in her magic chariot and golden robes, may have - vanished from the admiring eyes of her fairy sod- mother, so e stella disappeared, to begin her new and rightes life as Cor Coun nt De Montreuil’s daughter and heiress. wv, _OHAPTER XXVIT. AFTER TEN YEARS. co” tel ae oe ee a “The Fare. of Music was crowded. The opera that n ght was “Robert le Diable,” and ali the haut-ton of brilliant : oe w York assembled to hear the Robert of the evening—a | - of European celebrity—with _t] the handsomest face and r diyinest voice out of Paradise. e first act of the opera was asa over, as a tall, dark, rather = dist ia mee eo ooking gentleman lounged into the ~ They -were Estella’s last ede Norah can still. The elegant carriage; the black coachman flourished his whip, to go to him if he would take me. I told him no — | — F et § ® : ~ ‘ i) + ‘ze. — gl - ¥ § od ae ATIC ang TF talis and t _ OL oe e Sie he es eae / « ee = ; $ P < ¥ : 3 ae e ‘ \ € we 4 * _ > ag % (E(0) ~~ * bad a 4 inet ee “« [i . 5m “~ — ; : 4 SF = ’ ’ etten if > ¥ ‘ » &, at ae lh te : bie om we . Py ; ‘ ; a Sa aes eco Goim Eboo Sj