s you tell me of in England."

"Ah, Marguerite, that is just what I wanted to speak to you about; I
suppose your Father still wishes you to marry that rascal Gaultier? By
the way, I believe he or some one very like him was sneaking round the
cliffs on Monday night. After I left you, I fancied I saw him; it might
be _only_ fancy. Did you see anything of him?

"I wish--."

* * * * *

Alas! poor Charlie! Will you speak again to finish that sentence and
tell what you wish? For suddenly the mill wheel has turned round with a
tremendous crash, and the brave young soldier has been hurled down! And
Marguerite, what of her? With one agonized cry she rushed to the door
intending to run outside to see if anything could be done for Charlie,
when she came face to face with Jacques Gaultier! In an instant it all
flashed on her that he must have wrought this terrible work, and,
overcome by grief and horror, she sank down in a deadly faint. Bad man
as he was, Jacques was really overcome at the consequences of his act,
for he thought he had also killed Marguerite. He called loudly to her
Father, who came up hurriedly. He was also seriously alarmed when his
gaze rested on his child lying like one dead on the floor. Between them
they carried her downstairs and laid her on her bed. They applied such
restoratives as suggested themselves, but as everything was for sometime
quite unavailing, a more miserable pair it would have been difficult to
discover.

Hirzel now came in. He was running upstairs to the granary when his
Father called him in to see if he could do anything for his poor sister.

"A pretty night's work this," he said, when he came into the room and
saw his sister lying there.

At this moment she opened her eyes, and he went close to her and raised
her in his arms. With an expression of deep thankfulness, Marguerite's
first words were to send that murderer, Jacques Gaultier, away out of
her sight. Hirzel ordered him to leave the room, with more fierceness in
his tone than anyone had heard there before.

"Oh! Hirzel, what shall I do without Charlie? Stay with me, only you,
and I will tell you all."

Hearing this her Father left the room, and Hirzel bent down and
whispered to her---

"Charlie is alive and well. He told me to tell you this himself."

"Oh! Hirzel, you are deceiving me. How could he be alive after such a
dreadful fall? It was terrible."

Here Marguerite's fortitude gave w