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NEW YORK, DECEMBER 25, 1875.
THE STOCKTON MANSION, AT PRINCETON.
venerable, to the full satisfaction of welcome.
It is all right that there is a fence of the style of 1830 or thereabout-three white rails pierced by upright rods projecting at the top about eight' inches, and supported by slim, square posts with ornaments like collegecaps; and it is also all right that the fence is not in the best of order—a leaning here and
The gravity that pervades all things; the old- a monastery - corridor, and it winds like a there, a stagger of the gates; this, the moss style gardens that have more greenery than stream.
on the roof, the white hair of the patriarch, color; the house - fronts that are sleepily A little way along is the Stockton House, are suggestions of age that are valued highly closed against stray sunlight that may flow i an ancient dwelling that the children playing by the stroller. down through rists in the tree - tops ; tbe in the mud in the wheel-ruts know all about Within the crippled entrances are trees great, towering buildings of the college, and run to show you, the indulgence of their that know about matters there is no record whose gates open upon the very town—make ! civic pride doing ample duty for a pour boire. I of, either upon memory, or parchment, or paper, or any thing else. There are others, With a good old fidelity to family prece
battles in Mexico by some brave son, whose of younger lineage, who came in with the dent, all the christenings, marriages, and fu- yellow letters and strange attire kept in Declaration, and with the visit of Washing- nerals of the branch of the family that has some honored room, have long since grown to ton, and with the War of 1812, if I remem- occupied the house, took place in one of the be household gods. ber right, and I doubt not with every other main parlors, a room which it is not likely That one great, towering hero of arms national event worth marking in so good a that one can enter without feeling the weight the hero whom we are now being taught to way.
of its history. It is by no means a grand love and regard more deeply than ever-paid The grandfathers always planted trees parlor, yet it has the air of immense dignity. this bouse one of those consecrating visits and protected them with severity, especially There are a score of engravings that il- of his, and left a glow bebind him that one who had a notion about English park- lustrate scenes in the life of Washington, shines in the venerable faces of the relators landscape. He looked after his saplings, his the experience of the rugged settlers of the even to this day, when they allude to the monarchs, and his copses, all over the great country, and the battles of the early wars, general. The grandmother of the Revolution estate, with the eye of an artist and the rigor that find welcome places upon such walls sent many letters to Washington, and when of an owner. Before he died, the place was as these. For instance, in this old - fash- he achieved a success she wrote him an ode, a marvel of beauty; its soft slopes were ioned parlor there is that florid picture of which he invariably answered — sometimes adorned with a grace that made them famous. Washington surrounded by ladies and tram- in a jolly verse, but more frequently in a fair
But another grandfather, who had pene pling upon flowers, riding on the Battery, prose which did credit to his sense as tell trated into the Old World as far as Holland, with his head uncovered, and the old, well. as his industry. It is indeed touching 19 brought back notions about Dutch gardening known look of supreme calm upon his broad learn of these little evidences that the ani. which were nearly entirely opposite to those features; also that Lexington battle-scene, ious and harassed general-in-chief was surof the gentleman who had gone before. He with the handsome patriots fiercely loading rounded by a protecting and encouraging got axes and began to hew right and left, and and fiercely firing at a file of British a little atmosphere of support. It must have been to plant a lot of trees of shorter kinds, and below, while handsome, patient wives, young a grateful intrusion upon bis rougher duties to make curious bush-houses and walks, which and old, come flying down to their good. when there arrived such reminders that the set the whole family by the ears.
men's sides with outstretched arms, and with nicer sentiments of his friends were all alive, But there was one onslaught upon the all the fire of love and agony in their blazing and that the struggle he was making was intreasured trees that no one took offense at- eyes; also the death-bed of Webster, shad- vested with something besides the bearty inindeed, it was esteemed an honor that they owy and sad, with the grand figure of the dy- terest of men alone. That the secretly fore. should be so maltreated. The patriot army ing man expounding yet a little more in the boding man needed all such sustaining is pais. established their camp in such a way that it glow of the failing sun. In a little frame is fully clear; and that he could stop the became necessary to cut a road for the trans- a fine engraving of Commodore Stockton in hurry of his camp, and with his own hard portation of supplies straight through the full dress, erect, warlike, with his sword upon pen a reply to such kindly messages, is sufbroad domain, taking in its course a mag- his left arm, and his huge gold epaulets ficient proof that there were hidden places in nificent grove. The thing was done with the swelling out a figure already fine and com. his breast that craved a different solace from hearty consent of the ardent rebel owners, manding. * This little picture of a warrior- that he derived from the thanks of Congress and to this day they point to the honorable and a family warrior-suggests to one that or the praise of soldiers. scar upon the place, and would like to be- wide-spread romanticism that is attached to There was in the house a “Signer." It lieve that the trees did not grow again out of what we may now safely call our old times. would not have been complete without him. regard for the sacrifice; that the gods of the It is to be found in all of tbe old thirteen Richard Stockton had a smooth, finely-colwoods said, “Here is a tolerably heroic con- States, and it is sweetly and tenderly cher-ored portrait taken of himself, with his face cession to love of country-suppose we make ished, often with reminders that are homely, wrought wonderfully high on the canvas, 2 a mooument to it by not making a monument but always sincerely and lastingly. There is position that enabled the painter to make a at all !” So there are no trees whatever up- hardly a township, certainly no county, of tremendous deal of his body, and, when the on the old road, and romance is the richer two hundred years of age, that has not with- British entered the town and overran the for it.
in its limits some ancient mansion set amid Stockton place, they cut the throat of the But of the great elms, pines, sycamores, ancient trees, where live, in stinted grandeur, painting in lieu of that of the real gentle that tower up everywhere, a gazer can say perhaps, some white-haired remnant of an man, who was absent.* This barbarie injurs, nothing except in verse. Poetry demands old - time house, proud of some war-record poetry. The number of trees that have been made in the days of the Indian fights, or the * Richard Stockton had rendered himself es. made famous by divine imaginings are alto- Revolution, or the days of '12, or in the hot cessively obnoxious to the British by his participa. gether too few, and these, for their shapes
tion in the Declaration of Independence. It is said and heights, are worthy to swell the list.
that he was at first doubtful of the policy of rich
* Commodore Richard Field Stockton was born a course, but in the end cordially supported the They rise out of groves as a man rises above
under this roof in 1796. His career was specially movement. He was appointed the same year one his group of children, and their grand, green interesting. He entered the navy in 1811 as a mid- of a committee to inspect the Northern Army and boughs of verdure swing in the strong wind shipman, and became the aid to Commodore Rodg- report its condition to Congress, and, after his rewith the same motion that a ship swings up
ers on board the frigate President, winning honor- turn to New Jersey, was captured by the enemy.
able notice for gallantry in several battles while and confined in the common prison in New York. on the sea; one beholds them far up in the
yet a mere boy. At nineteen years of age he was Congress interfered and procured his exchange, bat air with something very like veneration. first-lieutenant of the Spitfire in the Mediterra- tbe severity of the treatment to which he had been
The members of the Stockton family who nean, and distinguished himself by boarding with subjected was the cause of his death, which on emigrated from England were Quakers, and
a boat's crew an Algerine war-vessel. His life was curred in 1781. He was one of the most brillant were strict members of the sect. Love stepped
a succession of daring and successful exploits. He lawyers at the American bar, and one who would
was one of the first to advocate a steam-navy; he never engage in a caure except upon the side of in, however, and made little work of over- had given much attention to gunnery and naval justice and honor. He was of the notable seren turning notions.
Some of the marriageable architecture, and finally originated a war-steamer, who composed the first class that graduated from men took Southern maidens to themselves for
which was built under his immediate supervision Princeton College on the memorable day when Rer,
in 1814, and, although pronounced impracticable by wives, though not until the house had become
Aaron Burr was elected its president. He studied the naval constructors, it proved to be superior to law with Judge David Ogden, of Newark. In 1766 possessed of enormous tracts of land by pur- any war-vessel at that time afloat, and furnished he visited England, where he was the recipient of chase from William Penn.
substantially the model for numerous others, not distinguished courtesies, and where he succeeded Up to the time when Episcopalian girls
only in this but in foreign countries. The next year in performing valuable services for the prosince
he was sent to the Pacific, where, with a small force of New Jersey. Upon his return he was escorted began to marry the sons, the plain customs
and amid many romantic and thrilling adventures, with great ceremony to bis residence by the pas of the simpler religionists were naturally fol- he conquered California, and established the gove ple, by whom he was much beloved. He was abort lowed; but after the invasion matters took a
ernment of the United States within her bounda- ly afterward made a member of the governor'e kindlier aspect, and there was a very different
ries. He was afterward a member of the Senate council of New Jersey, and appointed Judge of the
of the United States, where, among many other sort of jollity, and a different sort of gravity,
Supreme Court. His son Richard (the father of t.se noble deede, he procured the passage of a law for commodore), born in this house in 1764, was a disfor that matter, in the hospitable mansion. the abolition of flogging in the wavy.
tinguished lawyer and statesman. For more than
inevitably suggesting as it does a real act breath, it may be hoped, stole every file and began her wanderings. A white frost silupon the flesh, lends a very curious interest scrap of paper she could find, made off with vered the fern ; the tbrushes were grouped to the placid and handsome face as it gazes them, and bid them effectually.
on the ash-trees, and the jays flew from tree down a little superciliously, one may fancy, After the storm bad blown over, the un. to tree, fluttering their blue feathers in the upon a poor generation who run no risks, happy Whigs raised a hue and cry, for it was sunshine. The girl went as usual toward the and who are not called upon to jeopardize reasonably clear that the history of all their farm-house of Anselme Costerousse, her eyes their heads for their country's sake.
enormous transactions was afloat in the air. fixed before her, but her ears listening. When Alas for human vanity! how quickly does But forward came sweet Miss Annis, with she thought that she heard the steps of a this treasure, the “Signer," come to the every thing complete, in violate.
shepherd or wood-cutter, she glided behind a surface in all chat in these old houses! How It is to be fancied, however, that the bush, and evidently wished to conceal her softly yet how plainly is the pearl dropped unlucky Whigs, instead of being transported movements. All at once Matteo Perondi into the stream of talk, and how delightful with joy, were dashed into the bottomless came out of a thicket and stood before her, is the satisfaction when the visitor, startled pits of consternation-although they doubt- the place being midway between the “Priest's by the brilliant fact, awakens and says with less smiled-for had not their papers been Inclosure" and the farm. He was the picture a true reverence, “Ah, tell me tell me in the hands of one of the wbispering kind ? of passionate love. about him!”-gently running asbore upon his There was no guarantee—there could be none 'Susanne," he said, “I am going in three curiosity, and at once sticking there in spite that she had not peeked.” What did days. This evening I intend to settle my of himself! He knows that there is enough they do? They lamented a while, and then business with Costerousse, and, if he don't to hear, yet, being too ignorant to draw out acted like diplomats. They begged Miss An- act as he ought to, enough said! And now the tale, simply arouses all bis faculties, and nis to become a Whig! Magnificent conces- -I am not going alone-am I to live or learns how the man dared at Philadelphia, sion—not to the sex, but to gaunt suspicion ! die ?" and the wife dared by post, and the daugh. She laughed with delight, and they made her He stopped, breathing heavily. His eyes ters dared by postscripts, and the sons
a member in very hot haste, lest she should were hollow and his cheeks burning. She dared by oaths, and by whipping out old run off and tell her neighbors all about it, made no reply, and turned away indifierently swords that had done bloody work on the and blow the venerable society, with its rel- -at which his love seemed to become a wild border long before. Indeed, a “Signer" is a ics and ceremonials and all its appurtenances, sort of frenzy. grand figure, and to pose a little in his shad. into the sky.
“You trifle with me!” he cried, “and ow does not come amiss in the bravest of But she stood firm against all temptation think you can brave me! I am as crazy as his descendants ; to be sure, every act must during her brief career, and they tell stories you are! You shall not escape me! I would pale a little before his one act, yet there is of the delight with which she used to receive rather have you hate me than despise me in no weeping motber to-day who treasures deputations from the club, and, leading them this way! I am lost !-this is worse than perhaps a cap with a shattered visor, and a away from her curious companions, listen death!” rusty sword, and a letter of praise from “the with ostentatious delight to their “society He seized her arm violently. At the same commander of his corps," as she does her secrets," which they told her as in honor moment a carbine-shot was heard in the thicklife, who does not think twice lest she wrong- / bound.
et, and a bullet flattened itself on the treefully award the meed of praise for the sake Upon a few little quiet annals such as trunk above them. of love.
these does the romance of the house rest. “That was meant for me!"exclaimed the Bound up with the events of the Stockton There is a good, strong list of very prominent Piedmontese; "why did it miss me?” family is the Princeton College. The influ. men-men of the professions and men of “Go-go away, quick!” cried Susaune, ence of the one runs all through the other, war-who give it its honor, and its personal with sudden excitement. and there is a little back-light thrown upon graces are plenty enough. There are many “Shall I see you again ?" the venerable school from the private house, such grave and retired spots all up and down “ Yes." and in a very curious way, too. When the the Atlantic coast, perched upon headlands He fied, and Susanne bastened to the dread regulars approached the town, young looking far off upon the sea, or standing upon spot from which the shot had issued. It had Annis Stockton, naturally dwelling upon se- the brow of wooded hills, showing broad and been fired by Pierre Vialat, who hated Pecrets, bethought her of Whig Hall, one of pillared fronts to the country around and be- rondi bitterly. the two great fraternity buildings of the col.low, or half hiding, as the Stockton House Wretch !-30 you
tried to kill me!" Sulege. There is another fraternity building, does, in the midst of a town, with the world's sanne exclaimed. cold, impenetrable, Doric, like the first, and people at its very gates. Search for them, “To kill you ! —no, Susanne! Didn't you it is said that no man, living or dead, ever friend stroller, and fill up your book with see that my ball struck ten feet above your went into both structures. The secrets of rare notes, and walk awhile in the atmos- head: I intended to warn that scoundrel both are rigidly kept, and the archives must phere of your country's earlier bistory—it is what he had to expect-and be had caught rot in the closets. But it occurred to the amazingly good for one dizzied with change hold of your arm! O Susanne ! tbink what venturesome young lady that the Britishers, and progress.
you are doing! As to this Piedmontese, if I though by no means women, should not be
meet him alone, I'll settle my account with permitted at least to act like men. So, in the
| bim !” dead of night and quaking with fear of pa- SUSANNE GERVAZ;
"I order you not to touch him!” cried criots as well as rebels, for she would be likely
Susanne, with violence.
MAID OF THE GÉVAUDAN. to make but a sorry face were she detected
“ Ab! you love him !--this is frightful !" in her miogled sin and heroism, she obtained
he added ; "her weak-headedness has turned admittance to the gloomy hall, and, with buted
in that direction !-Susanne,” he continued,
addressing her directly, “ you have friends,
CHAPTER III. a quarter of a century he was at the head of the
true friends, as much mortitied as I am. They bar of New Jersey, and was esteemed one of the
T. most eloquent orators of his day. He was in Con
THE report was soon circulated that Cos- sent me to say—" gress for many years, and was several times talked terousse and his man Perondi had quar- “ Friends ? Whom do you mean!' of for the presidency. In 1825 he was a commis- reled, and the cause of the quarrel was said to “M. d'Estérac, and his brother-in-law, M. sioner from New Jersey, to negotiate the settle
be money. What remained a more absorbing de Rivière, and madame. They are at the ment of an important territorial controversy be
and far less agreeable topic was the increas. hunting-lodge." tween that State and New York, and penned the proposed avreement appended to the report. He ing intimacy between Susanne and Perondi. “I will go there!” she exclaimed, and was an elevant gentleman of the old school, witty The peasants were furious, and the report ere went along rapidly, followed by Pierre. She and charming in conversation, and abounding in
long reached M. d'Estérac, who had just ar- soon reached the house, and entered proudly, reminiscences of wild scenes of terror, of which the destruction of his father's carefully-chosen and
ranged a hunting-party to meet at Jacques with her head erect-Pierre whispering to costly library in this ancient dwelling was but one Boucard's house, up to this time locked. the company what had just occurred. Ma. of many.
On the same day Susanne left home and dame de Ribière sbook her head.
A STORY IN THREE CHAPTERS.
“My child,” she said to Susanne, cau , on the other side, nothing but the fancy of crying, “ Down with her! It was for love you understand me? You know that I love this poor girl, whose mind is eternally vacil- of her that Jacques murdered Simon!" you. Why have you chosen this vagabond lating between light and darkness. Alas! The Piedmontese shrunk back, but Su. Perondi for your companion? You have done these fancies are far from proofs.”
sapne caught him by the arm, and they thus so, have you not ?"
Susanne bad listened with ter head lean- reached Jacques Boucard's house. 'Yes, madame."
ing on Madame de Ribière's shoulder. At “I remember this place," she said, “She acknowledges it! And you even these words her head rose suddenly.
dreamily; "it was here that he was arrested, told Pierre that he must not touch this “I have the proofs !” she exclaimed; " I and I was confronted with him; they fol. man ?" will bring them to you to-morrow!”
lowed him with cries of hatred; they made " That is true.”
M. de Ribière shook his head, but, to hu- me lie and disbonor myself !” “And why? But I am speaking to a mor her, said:
The Piedmontese did not raise his eyes person of weak mind !"
“Why not this evening ?"
from the ground. His brows were kuit, and “I have chosen Matteo Perondi and not "Perhaps,” she said, feverishly, and, leav. he remained silent. another," was the cold reply.
ing the apartment abruptly, she disappeared. " Here they found the footprints under “And why, unhappy girl? why have you “ It is a miracle!” exclaimed Madame de the window," she went on; tbey said they done so !" Ribière.
were of different sizes, but that was a mere " Why?"
“Alas, no!” returned her husband; “it is fancy. There is the room whereunder a She began to laugh-it was a nervous, merely a dream of this poor girl. She is pos- lounge-they found—what was it they found? shrill sound-the laughter of an insave per- sessed by a fixed idea-her monomania rea- Oh, yes, a bloody belt." son.
sons admirably up to a certain point, but The man again shrunk from her, and she “ Because Matteo Perondi is the farm. then a single word, a breath, again obscures wandered on, Perondi mechanically follor. band of Anselme Costerousse." all !"
ing her. The sun was now near the horizon. “ But-?"
As he spoke, a pure and musical voice Dark clouds had risen, and chased each oth" And the farm of Anselme Costerousse is was heard singing beneath the window- er across the sky, driven by the chill wind of near-is near-"
the autumn evening. The red light tathed
" These mountains will not let me see“Ah, I understand,” whispered M. de Ri
They will not let me see my lover!"
the summits of the pines, and threx long bière; “she imagines these people may know
shadows on the mountain. All at once tbe something of the crime Jacques was charged M. d'Estérac remembered that wild song path which they were following stopped at with !”
when Susanne escaped from him into the a rough wall, orershadowed by cypress-trees This explanation produced a sudden revul. Margeride. He hastened to the window. —they had reached the “Priest's Inclos. sion in Madame de Ribière's feelings, and She was passing along the terrace, and her
ure.” she threw her arms around the girl, tenderly beautiful eyes flashed as she gazed at him Susanne entered the inclosure through a pressing her to her breast.
over her shoulder. He saluted her with a breach in the wall, rather dragging Perondi “Pardon me, my child !” she said, “now wave of the hand and turned to his compan- thau merely leading him. His strengtb I understand every thing. Your deep love ion.
seemed exhausted. His limbs shook under for that poor young man-the horrible ca. “Ribière," he said, “I told you a year him, and he closed his eyes, as thougti to tastrophe—the cruel scenes which have de. ago that Jacques was innocent. I now tell shut out some horrible vision. At the end throned your intellect—these bave left you you that Susanne is not insane!”
of the inclosure, at a few paces from the but one idea, one luminous point in the gen.
wall, was seen a slight swelling of the eart.i, eral chaos-to show that Jacques was inno. Let us now follow the young girl. Where upon which had been erected a cross of blacs cent! Attracted by the vague hope of dis- was she going? What was her design ? She wood. The girl dragged Perondi to the spot covering at the scene of the crime some trace scarcely knew, but a secret voice whispered - he moved like a machine rather than a man. of the real assassin, you have persisted in that the supreme hour was approaching. The shadows of the great cypress-trees slept haunting the vicinity, and have there met In spite of the November chill, the day like a mourning-veil over the place there this man Perondi. You perhaps fancy him had been beautiful. The sun was smiling; was a noise of wings in the air above-the the guilty one-your poor brain takes suspi- the country seemed deserted; Susanne en- night-birds began to utter their funereal cries, cion for evidence! You seek proofs, but do countered not a single human being; but, as “ This is the ‘Priest's Inclosure,' " said you know, my child, the danger you expose she approached the spot where she was ac- Susanne. “Do you see this cross of black yourself to?"
customed to meet Perondi, he issued from a wood! It marks the spot where Simon TerM. d'Estérac had remained silent, listening thicket, and stood before ber. His face was non fell under the blows of bis assassins." keenly to all that was uttered. gloomy, and his hollow eyes burned.
Perondi trembled from head to foot, a “ Pierre Vialat !” he now called. The “ Which of your lovers was it that was his pale face grew livid. He uttered a gasa, man hastened into the room.
watching and fired on me to-day?" he said, but, making a violent effort, exclaimed hoarse " What is the character of this Matteo fiercely.
ly and threateningly : Perondi ?"
“I know nothing about it,” she said, in a “Why have you brought me here! What “O monsieur! a wretch-—a go-barefoot! cold tone.
do you want? What have I to do with this -a gallows-bird ! ”
“ And where are you going?"
‘Priest's Inclosure,' or the murder of Simos “ Well--and this Anselme Costerousse ?” Going? I am going nowhere. Yes, the Vernon?" “No better than his man, sir.”
evening is bright, I am going to ramble ; come His eyes blazed, and he looked at the girl “What are his circumstances ? with me."
with the expression of a wild beast. Ste “Well, last year, before the murder of He looked at her in astonishment, for she seemed to feel her danger, and said, coolly: Simon Vernon, he was as poor as a mouse ; spoke with suppressed animation. Foilowing "Nothing. I have brought you here to now they say he is buying horses, and pay. a path, and accompanied by the Piedmontese, make you understand that I, too, hold ali ing all his back rents."
she came to a clump of pine-trees and filberts, this country in horror. Do you think I look “ That will do, Pierre; you can go.” And, and suddenly stopped.
forward to happiness in the midst of these turning to M. de Ribière, he added, “What “Do you see these trees ? ” she said. scenes—that I wish to spend years of to do you say to this, my dear Ribière ?” “ The day after the murder of Simon Vernon, ture surrounded by such terrors? I will lesse
“Wbat do I say to it ? " said the judge, his friends met me here, and insulted me, them forever." evidently a prey to great agitation ; “ what and nearly stoned me. They said Jacques “Leave them !" cried Perondi, suddenly can I say? Why has no one thought of these i murdered Simon, and that I was his sweet- flushing as he gazed at her. "But not alone." two men ? Why has no one suspected them ? heart."
She fixed her eyes upon him, and said, And yet what can we do? Are there any Perondi turned pale, and gnawed his lip, dreamily: grounds to proceed upon! There is the pro- but said nothing.
“Did you not tell me of another country cess, the trial, the verdict of the jury; and, “They followed me,” continued the girl, where the sky is blue, and the sunshine is
bright—not like these vile mountains, with due me," said Perondi. “You owe me, in with the exception of her face, entered the their gray tints and their cypress-trees ?” the first place, my four years' wages—I hope apartment. Perondi thrilled with a wild joy. you acknowledge that?”
“You, my child !” exclaimed M. de Ri“You will go with me, then ? "
“Yes," muttered Costerousse, in a gloomy bière—"you come to visit me at so late an “I will go with you.” tone.
hour as this!” “And the arrangements, Susanne !—order, “At fifty crowns a year and they bave “For a few moments only, dear M. de Ri. I will obey!"
been earned-that makes six hundred francs. bière," said the young girl, in a voice which “ Have you money?
Six hundred and fourteen hundred make two made the Judge of Instruction start. “Yes," he said, starting slightly.
thousand-pay me my two thousand francs, I Every trace of mental alienation had dis“I have money, too,” she said, in a sin
appeared. Her eyes were calm, clear, and gular tone, rattling in her apron pocket the “Impossible!” cried Costerousse, in a radiant with intelligence. With this expresgold obtained from Marianno Bedares. “Well, voice of anger and distress. “I thought, sion mingled another-one of fixed resolulisten to me now. No one must know my yes, I was certain—that your wages were a tion. It was impossible not to see that this intention. You know the village of Chas- part of the amount we agreed upon.
In human being was in the fullest possession tagnier-about six leagues from here? There that bag is all I owe you-all I have left.” of her reason, and that she had formed some is a tavern called the Black Ball in the Perondi filled his tin cup, raised it to his determination which she meant to adhere to place. I will be there at noon to-morrow. lips, and, when he had emptied it of its con- under all circumstances. Then by way of Valence and Nyons to Italy." | tents, struck it violently on the table. He “That is the Penal Code on the table-is
Perondi glowed with love and triumph. then exclaimed, in a threatening and sarcas- it not, sir?" she now said.
“Yes, my child," he said, with an expres“No, come an hour later. You must not “ Bab! and that's the way you look at sion of great astonishment. be seen with me in the village. I shall be matters, is it? Why don't you tell me at “I wish to ask you a single question, dear at the Black Ball. Now I will go home. once tbat the little affair we both had a hand M. de Ribière." Why dià I come to this accursed spot ? " in was also to be paid for in .my regular And, taking the arm-chair which the gal.
She went back over the path with Pewages ? That's a different matter altogether, lant old judge hastened to offer her, the girl rondi toward the farm-house. When near it, my worthy friend !”
pushed back her dark hair and the interview they separated. Perondi was drunk with joy. “Ilush! hush !” cried Costerousse, with
began. “I will see you to-morrow again,” he ex- greater anger and apprehension than before. An hour afterward it had terminated, and claimed.
“And if I don't mean to hush-what Susanne hastened back to her father's house. Yes, to-morrow."
then? If I take a little walk and see the M. de Ribière looked after her as she left “I wish it had already come.”
cbief of police at Mende! If I only utter him with an air of overwhelming astonish. “ And I," was the girl's response, with an the words, Simon Vernon—Anselme Costeimperceptible tinge of irony. The Piedmon- rousse—the Priest's Inclosure—the 28th of No. “After all, madame was right,” he mut. tese then turned and went toward the farm-vember, 1825!'—what then, my good friend!” tered ; “this is, indeed, a miracle !" house, while Susanne disappeared down the Costerousse had raised his cup to his lips. path wliich led toward Villefort. Her face It fell suddenly, clattering on the floor.
On the morning after her interview with wore a strange expression-one of utter dis- “If I am caught in the trap, you, too, M. de Ribière, Susanne rose before daylight, gust, but of gloomy pleasure. will be !” he muttered, hoarsely.
made a rapid toilet, threw a cloak over her burned with a resolute fire; any one seeing “What matter? It was you who put me shoulders, took a small bundle, and, slipping her at that moment would have said that she up to it. I am not afraid-come, end this!” out of the house, walked rapidly on, and was dangerous.
“I ask nothing better-yes, to end every soon found herself on the road leading in the Susanne had scarcely gone a hundred | thing!”
direction of Chastagnier, the village wbere yards, however, when she stopped. A sud- “You would like," said the Piedmontese, she had given rendezvous to Matteo Pe. den thought seemed to arrest her: she never to see me again, and I to see you. I rondi, glanced over her shoulder, liesitated, knit wish I was already off. Your face and mine Her rambles in the fields had made her her brows, and ended by turning into a small will never meet in this world hereafter. Add active and enduring. She went on rapidly path which led through a thicket back to the a hundred francs to what is in the bag, and through the chill morning continued to rear of the farm-house of Anselme Coste- we are quits !”
walk steadily hour after hour, and at last
“So be it," returned Costerousse. The saw the houses of the village beucath her. As sbe approached the house she looked stormy tone of Perondi bad filled him with She entered the village, and went straight before her, and to the right and left, evi. apprehension, and he was only two well satis- to the ind of the Black Ball, where she asked dently fearful of being seen. Her light step fied to get off so cheaply.
for breakfast and a room. The fat old host. scarcely troubled the silence. The wind had
ess nodded, and, taking a kev, conducted her ceased to blow, and the vague murmur which “Yes; it will cramp me, but—when will to an apartment. It opened on a gallery, issued from the suinmits of the fir resembled you want them?"
and from the window you looked into a garthe breathing of a child asleep. She was now “ To.morrow morning.”
den in the rear. within ten yards of the rear of the house, “You shall have the money. Are you " Will mademoiselle have her breakfast and suddenly caught the sound of voices, really going?" evidently those of Costerousse and Perondi. “I am going.”
Yes-no; in half an hour, madame,” She acted promptly ; they seemed to be quar- “Well, good luck to you, companion- said Susanne. “I am waiting for another reling, and would not bear her steps. Hold. and now, the bottle is empty, to bed.” person-you will see him when he arrives, a ing her breath, she reached the house, passed Susanne had heard enough. She glided man of bad appearance. He will ask for ine, along the ruined terrace, concealed herself in out of the shrubbery, and, passing like a for Mademoiselle Susanne. Then bring up the thick shrubbery at the end of the farm- shadow along the dilapidated terrace, disap- breakfast, and tell him I am waiting. He house, and, putting carefully aside the creep-peared in the thicket, through which a path will come up; you will then say, 'The car. ers around the low window, looked into the led toward Villefort.
riage will soon be ready ;' then close the kitchen from which the voices came.
On the same night M. de Ribière was door, but do not go far, and, when you hear Costerousse and the Piedmontese were seated in his study examining some papers, me say to the man, “Do you still disbelieve seated at a pine table, on which were two tin when he heard light steps without, and a low in God?' come in." cups, two wine bottles nearly empty, and a tap came at the door.
The puzzled bostess nodded--she had no bag of money. The master seemed to be ir. “ Come in!” he said, somewhat surprised time to reply. Steps were heard on the stair ritated and anxious ; the man irritated and at having so late and mysterious a visitor. case, and Perondi rushed up, his face glow threatening.
The door opened, and Susanne, enveloped ing with joy. “ Once more, that is not the whole amount in a cloak which concealed her whole person Susanne remained calm.