LOUIS DUVAL.

 "Decide for yourself, Louis, but decide quickly,"
said his father. You may return to the Chateau, if
you please, and share the fate of the St. Clairs; but,
in that case, you will never see me more. I shall have
no son-you no father."
 "I will go with you; you are my father," said
Louis, passionately. "You, and you only !"
 There was a look of gratified affection in the face
of Henry Duval, as he embraced the agitated boy.
" You are my son," he said; and you shall be worthy
of your country. Let us now go."
 There was a narrow path which led from the vil-
lage to the broad river. Along this path the father
and son silently walked till they reached the river's
bank. A small boat was moored there, into which
Henry Duval stepped, and beckoned his son to follow
him. Two boatmen who had been stretched at the bot-
tom of the boat now seated themselves at the oars, and
in a few minutes were rowing lustily up the stream.
 It was some hours before they reached the town of
Angers, and as the chills of night descended, Duval
wrapped around his son a coarse cloak with which he
was provided. It was a slight action, but it cheered
the boy.
 At length the boat stopped at a wharf, and Duval
informed Louis that the voyage was ended. They
then left -the boat, and proceeded, through several
lanes and narrow streets, to the house of a grocer
in the market-place, with whom they were to lodge
for the night. Through all this time, but few words
had passed between Louis and his father, and the boy
sunk into a troubled sleep, wondering at the sudden
change which had passed over his prospects, and mar-
velling what should be the end of it all. In one
thing, however, he felt unchanged-in attachment to