LOUIS DUVAL.

 "In the first place, light me down stairs; we can,
 as you seem to think, do no further good here. Stay,
 you would not leave this poor weeping child alone
 with the dead. Come, my poor, poor boy, your grand-
 mother is indeed past help, but come you with me.
 I will give you food."
 "My father will be here soon," sobbed Louis,
 drawing back. Oh! what shall I do ?"
 It was not difficult, however, to persuade the
 frightened boy to leave the garret,-for what child
 likes to be alone with death ? The lady assured him,
 too, that the porter should be spoken to, that some
 one should be sent to take charge of his poor dead
 grandmother, and that his father, on his return home,
 should be directed where to find him.
 The carriage still waits, madame," said Anthony,
 as the lady and Louis entered the warm and richly-
 furnished apartments of the Count of St. Clair.
 "Dismiss it then, and go seek the Count. I was
 to meet him at the theatre. Tell him I could not, and
 ask him--. Stay, I will give you a note, and the
 Countess wrote a few hasty lines; "take that; it will
 explain all."
 The servant bowed low, and withdrew.

 Two days after this, the Coulnt and Countess St.
 Clair were by themselves in their breakfast-room.
 "I wonder," said the lady, "that the boy's father
 has not yet appeared."
 You need wonder no longer, then, my dear lady;
 he was wounded in the riot the other night, in the
 suburb St. Antonine, and is now in one of the
 hospitals. When he is well enough, he will be taken
to prison."
 "Are you sure ?" asked the lady earnestly.