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Show 100 PRINCESS MARY'S GIFT BOOK said what you have just. said. And I should have been very happy. But now you never must. 1301. you see I shall always think that, the letters are prompting you."~ And M. Armand bowed. I had taken from her her ehanee ol" happiness. The I'rienddiip between them might have ended in marriage it" left to itself. But I had not left it to itselt'. " Mademoiselle." I said. " I am very sorry." She turned her dark eyes on me. "Monsieur. I warned you. It is‘ too late to be sorry." And as] xtood s iuttling awkwardly from one foot to the other. in great remorse as she had t'oretold. she added. gently. " \\'ill you not. go. monxieur ? " Iwent out ot'the room. ealled together my eseort, mounted and rode off. It wa\ past midnight now. and the night was (-lear. Ilut. I thought neither of the little beds under the slope of the root' nor of any danger on the road. There might have been a li/‘(lIlC-IIII‘CIH‘ behind every tree. I would never have noticed it until one of them had brought me down. Remorse was heavy upon me. I had behaved without consideration. without Chivalry, without, any manners at all. NN"W'Y\XNW" mum I had not been able to distinguish truth when it stared me in the laee. or to reeoguise honesty when it looked out from a young girl's dark eyes. I had behaved. in a word. like the brute six months. of war had made ot'me. I wondered with a vague hope whether alter all time might not .set matters right between M. Armand and Mademoiselle Sophie. And I wonder now whether it has But even if I knew that it had, I should always ren‘iember that Christmas night of 1870 with aeute regret. The only incident. indeed. whieh I earn mention with the slightest satist'aetion is this: On the way back to Noisyde-(Iran d I came to a point where the road from Chelles crossed the road from Montt'ermeil. I halted at a little eabiu whieh stood upon a grass~plot within the angle of the roads. and tying up all the monev~ I had on me in a pot-ket haudkerehiel' I dropped the handkerchiet' through a broken windowpane. The Colonel let the end of his cigar tall upon his plate. and pushed back his chair from the table. " But I see we shall be late for tllt.‘ opera,‘ A SPELL FOR A FAIRY BY ALFIU‘II) NOYES Pain/Eng and Drawing» 17y CLAUDE A. SIIIZPPICItSON, .\.lt.\V,S. GATHER, first. in your left hand (This must be at fall of day) Forty grains of yellow sand . \‘Vhere you think a mermaid lay. I have heard a wizard hint It is best to gather it sweet Out 01' the warm and tluttered dint, "here you see her heart has beat. Ont oft/1e dial in Half xar‘rt mud (MU/er /iu'/y// grainy. I -"'1."/ ; Ive/*2)" it "/illll yang/Hidwwlumi I ('llllr s/zoze you a eel/er way. he said. as he glaneed at the (lock. Out. of that sand you melt your glass "'hile the veils of night are drawn, \Yhispering. till the shadows pass, Nix/('7 [Arie-/qn‘ee/azzz/1 » 101 |