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Batoche smiled again while Cary spoke, then said in his turn: "The Captain would have preferred to go elsewhere to rest, and he consented to come with me only when I assured him that you were away from home." "How did you know that?" asked Zulma. "Oh, I knew it." "You know everything, Batoche." "I did not know that we should meet you in my humble cabin, but I thought it was not impossible.

Taking his stand in the centre of the hut, he opened with a few simple airs which only drew a smile from the lips of his listeners, but all at once, changing his mood, he plunged into a whirlpool of wild melody, now torturing then coaxing his violin, till he seemed transported beside himself, and both Zulma and Cary fancied themselves in the presence of a possessed spirit.

She knelt before the lap of Zulma and recited all the prayers she knew the formulas which the priest and Pauline had taught her, and the ejaculations which she had taught herself to say, in the bright morning, in the dark evening, in the silent days of peace, in the crash of the tempest, or when her little heart ached from whatever cause as she passed from infancy to adolescence.

He gave himself a vigorous shake, like a Newfoundland just emerged from the water, and stamped upon the floor to throw off the particles of snow adhering to his feet. "What means all this disturbance, Eugene?" asked Zulma, holding out one hand, and turning her head over the side of the chair, till her face looked up to the ceiling.

There were carriage wheels at the door. "Do you hear?" she said. Pauline opened great bewildered eyes and her features became pinched. Then turning rapidly, she hid her face in the pillow, sobbing convulsively. "Oh, Zulma, this is too much. Why did you do it? It must not be. Oh, let me die." She essayed to say more but tears choked her utterance.

"That officer should have given his name to the mountain," said Zulma, laughing. "So he did. We named it Mount Bigelow." "And what did he see from the top of it?" "Nothing but a wintry waste, and desolate woods. From this point, our sufferings and dangers increased until they became almost unbearable.

They too suffer from the tyranny of England, and they ask us to join them in striking off the fetters of slavery. Shall we not act with them?" Sieur Sarpy's head fell upon his breast and he answered not. Zulma sat forward in her chair, with dilated eyes fastened on the face of the speaker, and her own features aglow with the enthusiasm that shot from him like living electric tongues.

Not only is his own young life precious, but there are dear lives depending upon his. What would Zulma Sarpy do without him, she that is fretting at the very thought of his illness? And, Pauline, you, I am sure, would not have him die?" The answer was two large tears that quivered in the eyes of the poor girl.

The above is a cold rehearsal of the words which the child uttered. There was a pathos in them beyond all words that caused Zulma to shed copious tears. "Dear little thing," she exclaimed, clasping her to her bosom. "You shall be no longer alone. I will take care of you. You will come with me this very evening. Will your grandfather return to-night?"

She feared that she might be ill, and it required all the tranquil courage of her nature not to yield outright to the collapse with which she was threatened. At length she bethought her of a means to regain her serenity. She would write a long letter to Zulma, describing the Governor's ball. She at once set about the task.