The young man rose as Pauline Corsi
entered the room, and dropping ins
face, said to her, “I received your let
ter from the hands of Captain Prender
gills, and f am here in answer to your
summons.”
“And you have seen the advertise
ment?”
“Yes; tell rne in Heaven's name —
how did you work so great a miracle?”
Pauline smiled with arch signifi
cance.
“When a woman has a powerful will,
there is scarcely anything she cannot
accomplish. When last we met, Paid
Lisimon, I made yon a proposal, which
you rejected with scorn. In spile of
my anger I honored yon for that rejec
tion; lam now about to avenge my
self.”
“How, mademoiselle?”
“1 no longer address you as Paul Li
sirnou; that name is in itself a lie; Paul
Crivelli, read tins document: it is the
genuine will of your lather Don Toma
so.”
As she spoke, she placed the parch
ment which had been sent her by Silas
Craig, in the hands of the bewildered
young man.
This brief dialogue had been spoken
In so low a tone as to escape the ears
of the two visitors standing by the
chimney-piece, it was only overheard
bj Armand Tremlay, to whom the en
tire conversation was unintelligible.
At this moment a young mulattress
entered the room, and announced
“Captain Prendergills.”
(To be continued-)
Galdan, tine famous chef of the late
Emperor William, is not dead, as was
reported. He has been very ill. Gaidan
has long been noted not only for his
skill as a chef de cuisine but for bis
remarkable resemblance to Napoleon
111., whom he served during his im
prisonment at Wilhelmsa iie in 1870.
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