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16 THE SEMI-MONTHLY MAGAZINE SECTION Your Baby's Diet governs its health and its chances to survive the most un certain period of human life. Baby stomachs are in tended for only one food, mother s milk. If a substitute is ne cessary, let it be as near mothers' milk as possible. Mesties FooS is so nearly like mothers' milk that babies do notfeel the change when it is sub stituted. The best of cows' milk, purified and modi fied with just enough wheat, sugar and other strength-building elements added, makes NESTLE'S FOOD. Cold water and tioo min utes' boiling prepares it. Write for the trial package of 12feedingsand our Mothers' Book. . HENRI NESTLE 101 Chamber. St. New York 1 Two maids were sitting up for her. Their mistress ordered them to retire to their bedrooms, on the third floor. Almost immediately after, there was a knock at the door of the outer room ; and a voice called: " Angelique! " "Is that you, father!" she asked, suppressing her agitation. "Yes. Is your husband here! " "We have just come in." ' ' Tell him I want to speak to him. Ask him to come to my room. It's impor tant." "Very well, father; I'll send him to you. ' ' She listened for a few seconds; then returned to the boudoir where her hus hiind was, and said: "I am sure my father is still there." He moved as if to go out. ' ' In that case, if he wants to speak to me ..." "My father is not alone," she said. quickly, blocking his way. "Who is with him!" "His nephew, Jacques d'Emboise." There was a moment's silence. He looked at her with a certain astonishment, failing quite to understand his wife's at titude. But, without pausing to go into the matter: "Ah, so that dear old d'Emboise is there!" he chuckled. Then the fat's in the fire! Unless, indeed ..." "My father knows everything," she said. "I overheard a conversation be tween them just now. His nephew has read certain letters. . . I hesitated at first about telling you. . . Then, I thought that my duty ..." He studied her afresh. But, at once reconquered by the queerness of the sit uation, he burst out laughing: "What! Don't my friends on board ship burn my letters! And they have let their prisoner escape! The idiots! Oh, when you don't see to everything your self 1 ... No matter, it's distinctly hu morous. . . D'Emboise verms d'Em boise. . . Oh, but suppose I were no lunger to be recognized! Suppose d'Em boise himself were to confuse me with himself! " He turned to a wash-hand-stand, took a towel, dipped it in the basin and soaped it and, in the twinkling of an eye, wiped the make-up off his face and altered the set of his hair: "That's it," he said, showing himself to Ang61ique under the aspect in which she had seen him on the night of the bur glary in Paris. "I feel more comfort able like this for a discussion with my father-in-law." "Where are you going!" she cried, flinging herself in front of the door. "Why, to join the gentlemen." ' ' You shall not pass ! ' ' "Why not!" "They mean to kill you ... to hide rour body somewhere. . . . Who would know of it!" "Very well," lie said; "from their point of view, they are quite right. But, if I don't go to them, they will come here. That door won 't stop them. . . Nor you, I'm thinking. Therefore, it's better to have done with it." "Follow me!" commanded Ang61ique. She took up the lamp that lit the room, went into her bedroom, pushed aside the w ardrobe, w hich slid easily on hidden cas tors, pulled back an old tapestry-hanging and said: ' ' Here is a door that has not been used for years. My father believes the key to be lost. I have it here. Unlock the door with it. A staircase in the wall will take you to the bottom of the tower. You need only to draw the bolts of another door and you will be free. ' ' He could hardly believe his ears. Sud denly, he grasped the meaning of Ang6 lique's whole behavior. In the presence of that sad, plain, but wonderfully gentle face, he stood for a moment discounte nanced, almost abashed. He no longer thought of laughing. A feeling of re spect, mingled with remorse and kindness, overcame him. "Why are you saving me!" he whis pered. . "You are my husband.' He protested: . ' "No, not ' I have stolen that title. The law will never recognize my marriage." "My father does not want a scandal," she said. "Just so," he replied, sharply; "just so. I foresaw that; and that was why I had your cousin d 'Emboise near at hand. Once I disappear, he becomes' your hus band. He is the man you have married in the eyes of men. 1 "You are the man I have married in the eyes of the Church." "The Church! The Church! There are means of arranging matters with the Church. . . Your marriage can be an nulled." "On what pretext that we can ad mit!" He remained silent, thinking over all those points that he had not considered, all those points that were trivial and ab surd for him, but that were serious for her. "I am your wife in the eyes of God. ' ' She gave him a look that showed neither scorn nor animosity, nor even anger; and he realized that she failed to see in him the outlaw and the evil-doer, but remembered only the man who was her husband and to whom the priest had bound her until the hour of death. He took a step toward her and ob served her more attentively. She did not lower her eyes at first. But she blushed. And never had he seen so pathetic a face, one marked with such modesty and such dignity. He said to her, as on that first evening in Paris: "Oh, your eyes . . .the calm and sad ness of your eyes ... the beauty of your eyes ! ' ' She dropped her head and stammered: "Go away ... go! ..." In the presence of her confusion, he received a quick intuition of the deeper feelings that stirred her, unknown to her self. In that spinster soul, with its ro mantic power of imagination, its un satisfied yearnings, its poring over old world books, he suddenly represented, in that exceptional moment and in conse quence of the unconventional circum stances of their meetings, a Byronic hero, a romantic and chivalrous brigand. One evening, in spite of all obstacles, he, the world-famed adventurer, already enno bled in song and story and exalted by his own audacity, had come to her and slipped the magic ring upon her finger. A mystic and passionate betrothal, as in the days of the Corsair and Hernani. . . Greatly moved and touched, he was on the verge of giving way to an enthusiastic impulse and exclaiming: "Let us go away together! . . . Let us fly! ... You are my bride ... my wife. . . Share my dangers, my sorrows and my joys. . . It will be a strange and vigorous, a proud and magnificent life i But Angelique's eyes once more were raised to his; and they were so pure and so noble that he blushed in his turn. This was not the woman to whom such words could be addressed. He whispered: "Forgive me. . . I am a contemptible wretch. . . I have wrecked your life. "No," she replied, softly. "On the contrary, you have shown me where my real life lies." ' He was about to ask her to explain. But she had opened the door and was pointing the way to him. Nothing more could be spoken between them. He went without a word, bowing very low as he passed. A month later, Angelique de Sarzeau Vendome, Princesse de Bourbon-CondtS, lawful wife of Arsene Lupin, took the veil; and, under the name of Soeur Au guste, buried herself within the walls of the Visitation Convent. On the day of the ceremony, the mother superior of the convent received a heavy, sealed envelope containing a letter with the following words: "For Soeur Auguste's poor." Enclosed with the letter were five hun dred bank-notes of a thousand francs each. 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