The Son Of Monte Cristo Part 55 (1/2)

These words, co from beyond the tomb, were terrible

At this mo, white hair, stood there

”The Vicomte de Talizac is dead!” whispered one of the servants

The stranger started, and, with a compassionate look, laid his hand on the shoulder of the Marquis, as kneeling by the body of his son

The Marquis looked up and shrank back, saying:

”Pierre Labarre!”

It was, indeed, the old servant, sad eyed and hopeless He had co Francoise and Caillette to follow

He went at once to the court-room, and there heard that Fanfar had been carried to one of the lower rooms Physicians had been sent for, who had attributed his death to an aneurised, Pierre!” cried the Marquis ”Why are you here? Leave this house at once!”

But the old man did not move

”No!” he said, ”you must hear me We have not done with each other” He extended his hand toward the dead body ”You may eep for your son, Marquis, but you may also weep for Fanfar”

”Yes, because this fellow, for whom you would have stolen my father's fortune, is dead This Fanfar was my brother's son--I know it, and you know it, too, but you do not know that I killed him!”

Labarre drew back in terror

”No, no--do not say that!”

”Why should I not say it? It is true I discovered the secret of his birth, and I removed hiered to the wall, where he leaned for support

”Now, denounce me!” cried the Marquis, ”and I am ready to ht is all that gives me a ray of comfort!”

”Hush!+ This Fanfar was not the Marquis de Fongereues, he was not Siht which you once spent in a huereues

”That night two ers was a Frenchhter of the old man He did worse--he committed a dastardly crime That ereues sat with his eyes fixed on the olddishonor and despair on his track But he never knew that the poor girl gave birth to a child--a son”

”What of that!” cried Fongereues, who did not choose to understand

”Silence! I have not finished Do you knoho took that child and educated him? It was the brother whom you hated Your victim was dead and he married her sister, and later, when you set the Cossacks on the village of Leigoutte and bade them to kill women and children, there was one child naereues was deadly pale; large drops stood on his brow

”You lie!” cried the Marquis, ”Fanfar was my brother's son”

”Here is the certificate of his birth,” said Pierre ”You knew Si, for you intercepted his letters to your father Look! these lines tell the story”