“That savage looks unhappy in hie mind ; is it
possible that 1 can have the thought is char-
ming, my vengeance is not yet over. I am a peet
tardsent by Providence for the express ca.tigaticn
rtf rebellious Spain— to-day I explode, killing one
guerilla, as 1 hope, and another as 1 am sure, and
causing great uucmnfortableness to a third respec
table savage touching his inistrees. sue la
France t*
The party had now reached a cottage, built, as
it appeared to the Frenchman, in a cleared space in
the verv heart of the forest. Here they ba.ted, and
one of the guerillas knocked loudly. The door
was opened, and a woman bearing a light hy which
some remains of great beauty could be discerned
in her careworn luce, demanded their errand. —
The reply was given in a paloit which bnflied Eu
gene. He determined, however, to have a word.
••A woman!” he said—“nay allow me to speak.
Wherever I meet a woman, I am always fortmi
ate. Besides-do not pievent me-I think lobserve
jin her a relation—a distant ors aunt —at least
a great aunt, who disappeard from nmo.ig us one
| Christmas, and whose loss plunged six families in
to tears and black; it is most distressing and un-
I natural that you will not allow me to embrace her.
