n, and Mme. Lorraine flun

I must give some attention to my Northern friend. Come, M

out into a tropical garden bathed in a full flood of summer moonlight. Ca

tall, leafy stems, roses vied with orange-blossoms in filling the air with fragrance, and passion-flowers climbed tall trellies and flung their large flowers lavishly to the breeze. Madame, with her jeweled hand clinging to Van Zandt's arm, her jewels gleaming, walked along the graveled paths in advance of the rest, talking to him in her gay fashion th

est. She became soft and sentimental with her light badinage. Bits of poetry flowed over the crimson lips, the dark eyes were raised to his often, coyly and sweetly, the jew

ed him next day he l

!" he repli

n by an indefinable power to the presence of the cruel

soon," said the sleek page who admitted him to the sal

illness and silence, and went out through t

on a rustic bench beside a tinkling fountain, but presently from beyond the great liv

e thought, at first, and d

. Ciel! but what a rare revenge I shall have for yesterday;" and Mme. Lorraine's low la

shuddered through all his strong, prou

n one breath, and I have sworn she shall pay for that slipper flung in my face. It

she rode Selim there amid the plaudits of thousands, she became my rival, hated and dreaded, and I swore she should pay for her triumph at bitter cost. Last night did you see her with Van Zandt,

n Zandt sat speechless, his blood

the quill-driver?" scof

elessly; "but to the point. I will drug her to sleep to-night, and you

Jockey Club has gone wild with admiration

was in the library with Carmontelle and the Yankee. Wha

night, injunctions of caution and secrecy; then the conspirators swept away toward the house, and Van Zandt remained there,

er little savage would furnish a spicy paragraph for his paper

ignorant, lovely child bartered to shame for the sake of a fiendi

" he muttered, and then start

tarted up with a sobbing cry. It ran toward him, an

aw you when you came

child!" h

eur, he kissed me once, and I hated his kiss worse than madame's blow. I flung my slipper in his face, and he swor