"Jean, you are mad—tou will kill your self! What is it ?"

" Mirie, Marie!" Jean gasped. "They are setting the Hue Royale on fire !"

Michel heard, and delajed no lorger. Ig norant of the plot to burn the city, be yet saw that some fresh and to him unknown danger threatened the one he loved best on earth, and, drawing Je an's arm through his own, to sup; ort him, he hurri.'d in the direc tion named. As they gained the street', flames were bursting out in various places, and he tried to hurry |his companion on; but Jean's strength was tailing him, and Michel was obliged to al nost ' t carry J him, At last he stopped and placed him inside a large gate way

"Stay there!" he whispered in his ear. " Don't move—l will fetch her." And re linquishing his hold ou .Jean, he sprang to wards the bous.) where Marie was

He almost flew upstairs and dragged her down.
'* Quick, quick!" he gasped. " Come—ask no questions." And he hurried her out into the road, and to the spo' where he had left Jean. One glance showed Marie that the lost whs found ; and in a moment she was in her lover's arms.
