carriage which he had in waiting at the end of the square. His speed was not great enough, however, to hinder him from

d, the dastardly villain," he thought. "I should not l

ox and opened the door for him. He laid his burden dow

t of Le Bon Be

mons

horses, and they were

er Superior of the Convent of the Good Shepherd. To her pious care he would c

ce. It was deathly white, and the long, thick fringe of her dark lashes lay heavily against her cheeks. Her young bosom h

the narcotic was already working in her veins when she flung herself at Van Zandt's feet, imploring his aid, and in a very few minutes after he had left her she

piquant and exquisitely lovely face, realizing that that be

vowed to himself that however friendless, nameless, and lowly bor

rger, it shall be as Madame Carmontelle, my loved and honored wife, not the Little Nobody of to-ni

nade Street, and in the suburbs of the city. At length the carriage paused before the dark conventua

on Be

bien.

inner pocket, and hastily penciled

r God's dear sake admit me to a brief interview. I have b

Carmo

and present it to the janitor. Tell him Madame la Superieure mu

ts place in the high gate, and the janitor's cross, sleepy face appeared in the aperture. He was decidedly averse to

ne-for he took the note and disappeared, while the Louisianian went back to his carriage to wait what see

the thought. In all the wide city he could think of no home that

n a huge lock, the falling of bolts and bars, and the immense gate opened gingerly, affording a glimpse of the janito

rmontelle seized his still unconscious

ed as if by an unseen power, and they went along a cold, dimly lighted hall to a little reception-room where two gentle, pale-faced nuns were waiting with the mother superior t

e Nobody down upon a low sofa, drawing back the heavy cloak and showing what it hid

a face strangely broken

nfide a strange story to your keeping." He glanced at the sweet-faced, quiet

of the Good Shepherd. No secrets ever pass beyond these wa