The Son Of Monte Cristo Part 22 (2/2)

”Ah! Bobi+chel,” cried Schwann, ”is this the tiht?”

Bobi+chel rose, and see the scoundrel fro

Fanfar leaped upon Irene's horse, and dashed off in the direction of Vagney

”My father, and he,” murmured Caillette, ”all that I love and have in the world”

And with her handkerchief to her eyes, she followed the sad procession

CHAPTER XVIII

PIERRE LABARRE

We have left the Marquis and his ney, but it was not without anxiety that they ventured on this expedition Both these hly, and felt no fears of ordinary foes, but with an inundation no cunning would prevail

Cyprien was extremely uncomfortable, and held his breath to listen to the rush of waters He heard it soon enough, and saw it too The water looked brown and had a silver foah as was the torrent it was still confined to its rocky bed The intendant's courage returned The Marquis stopped short to look at the cataract in ad late

Suddenly, Cyprien laid his hand on the arm of the Marquis, who started

Criminals are subject to these involuntary starts

”We are here,” said Cyprien

”Ah!” answered the Marquis

”Do you see on that side hill a tiny house, which seems to hold its equilibrium almost by a miracle? It is there that we shall find Pierre Labarre”

”But he oes out, this herhed

The house that Cyprien pointed out was much more like a hut--it consisted of one story Before the door were two or three worn stone steps The door was of oak, and looked strong On each side of the door was a hich had heavy shutters that could be bolted at night

These were now open

There was not a sound nor a movement about the house, at the back of which was an enclosure of moderate dimensions most carefully cultivated

The Marquis hastened on, impatiently He struck two or three bloith his cane on the door

A voice within called out, ”Who is there?”

The two accolance Their expedition proereues”

Instantly the door opened, and an old man appeared It was theof our narrative, the man who then escaped from the assassin, and who told the old Marquis of Simon's retreat But the ten years that had since elapsed had left their traces on his brow; and perhaps it was not years alone that had lined his brow, faded his eyes, and bent his form His face was sad--a shadow rested upon it

”Enter, sir,” said the forereues family