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“He has had an attack——"

“ et him defend himsclt”

‘*Some money has been paid us,” con- tinued the old woman, *an instalment on the house sold to the camondeur Doutrup, of the Rue Mecessaglicre. If you do not come, my granddaughter will no longer have a father, my daughter-in-law a husband, myself a son.”

It was piteous and terrible to hear the old woman's voicc—to know that the wind was freczing the blood in her veins, that the rain was soaking

her very bones . | benecath her thin IR flesh. ATRRLN

“Aht! why, that would be two hundred fret- zers! " replied the

heartless Triful- oas. “Wehaveonly

a hundred and twenty.”

“ Good-night,” and thce window was again closed. But, after due reflection, it appeared that a hundred and twenty fretzers for an hour and a half onthe road, plus half an hour of visit, made a fretzer 4 minute. A small profit, but still, not to be despised.

Instcad of goimmg to bed again, the doctor slipped into his coat of valveter, went down in his wading boots, stowed himself away in his great coat of lurtaine, with his sor- roudt on his head, and his mufllers on his hands. He left his lamp lighted close to his pharmacopeeia, open at page 197. Then, pulling the door of Sixty-four, he paused on the threshold. The old woman was there, leaning on her stick, bowed down by her eighty ycars of misery.

“The hundred and twenty fretzers.”

“Here 1s the money: and may multiply it for you a hundredfold !

“God! Who ever saw the colour of 7/ money ? "

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The doctor whistled for Hurzof, save hun

a small lantern to carry, and took the road towards the sca. The old woman ftollowed. \,

\WHAT swishy-swashy weather ! The bells of St. Philhilena are all swinging by reason of the gale. A\ badsign! But Dr. Triful- gas 15 not superstitious. Hc believes nothing—not cven i his own scienee,

except for what 1t brings him m. \What weather, and also what a road ! Pcbbles and ashes; the

pebbles slippery with seaweced, the ashes crackling with 1ron refuse. No other light than that from Hurzot's lantern, vague and uncer- tain. At times jets of flame from Vauglor uprear themselves, and m the midst of them appcar great comical silhoucttes. In truth no onc knows what 1s 1n the depths of those unfathom- ablce craters. Per- haps spirits of the other world, which volatilise - themselves as %0 0, they come forth. g The doctor and the old woman follow the curves of the little bays of the littoral. The sca 1s white with a livid whiteness—a mourning white. It sparkles as it throws ofl the crests of the surf, which scem like outpourings ol glow-worms.

These two persons go on thus as far as the turn in the road between sandhills, where the brooms and the reeds clash together with a shock like that of bavonets.

The dog had drawn near to his master, and scemed to say to him, * Come, come ! a hundred and twenty fretzers for the strong box ! That is the way to make a fortune. \nother rood added to the vine- vard ; another dish added to our supper;; another meat pic for the faithful Hurzof.