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Show 200 encounter with nn enemy. As be drmv nigJ,, followed by l1is band, Lc Gcnr6 "ddrcsscd them with mournful accents. " Is there no faith for me hereafter, mes ami!? Am I forever cut off from the communion with my comrades? Shall there be no fellowship bctw~cn us, D'l•:rlach? Sball we no~ forget the past-shall I not be forgiven for my crime, even when I repent it in bitterness nncl bloody tears. Behold, my brothcr-1 proffer you the last nssurnnce." These words were accompanied by a sign, that of the mystic brotherhood-tho ancient nusons--which none but a few of the p:nty beheld or comprehended. The weapon of A lphonsc D'Er- 1ach wa..~ dropped instantly, and l1is hand extended. lie, too, belonged to the ancient order, nnd the security which was guarnntced by tl1e exhibition of its token, on the part of the offender, served, when all other pleas wouhl have failed, to secure him sympathy and protection. ''I have sinned, Alphonse-! know it-beyond forgivenesssinned like a madman; but I lmve borne the penalty. Seldom has human Rintler suffered from mental pcnalt.y, liS I from mine. Behold me! look I longer human ? .I have taken up my co,·crt with the wild beasts of the desert, and they fly from my presence as from a savage more fearful than any they know. In my own desperation I have l1:1d no fears. J bn.ve herded witl1 beast and reptile, and longed for their hostility. I have lived through all, though I craved not to live, and the food wldch would hal'e choked or poisoned the man not an outcast from communion witll hi.<J fellows, has kept me strong, with a cruel ,-itality that hru; increased by suffering. The crude berries of the wood, the indigestible roots of the onrtl1 1 l have devoured with n. hideous crav-· ing; and, in tho griefs and privations of my body, my mind has TilE .\OVENTURE OF P 1£RI.ACII. 201 been purged of its impurities. I have seen my sin in its true colors-my folly, my vicious passions, the wretch that I was-tl1o misemble outlaw and destitute that I am ! That I repent of the crimes that llmvc done and sought to do, is the good fruit of this bitter On which 1 have rather preyed than fed. I wrote to Laud~nnierc of my sorrow and repentance, but he refused to bear me. Bourdet I sought, that he might take me once more to France; but he too d;Cadcd commun~on with me ; and when I rushed into his boat, he only bore me to the opposite Rhore of tho river, and set me down to the exploration of new forests, and tho endurance of new tortures. I blame them not, that they \vould not believe me-that they refused faith in one who had violated all fnith beforo-tlmt, CCJI\1"11\y due to his God and to his sovNeign. Oh! brother, do not 'IJOU drive me from you also!'' And the miserable outla'v clasped his hands pn.saionately together in entreaty, with a face 'vild with woo and despair, and would have fallen prostrate in humiliation before his comrades, if tho arm of Alphonse D'l<~rlach bad not sustained him. "But what of this savage, Oolcnoe !"demanded the lieutenant, wl1cn the first burst of grief had subsided from the lips of Le Genre. "Ah! you know that I haYe been the prisoner to this snvnge, and to the very comrades of my sin. For tl1is I have pursued you hither. \Vhile you march onward to snares such as tho savages of Potanou have provided for you by means of this Oolenoe, treachery is busy and successful at La Caroline." "Successful?" 'c Ay! successful! Uut l1ear me. When I fled to the forest, I took shelter first with the people of Sa.tourio''a.. I was found out and followed by Fourncaux, Stephen Lo Genevois, and La g• |