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Then they sat in silence, while the storm began to abate. When the rain almost ceased to fail, she gazed on the face of the pale man at her side, and asked:

"What is your name, Monsieur?"

"Pierre De Barre," he answered in low, solemn

tone.

“Where were you going?"

"To Grand Pre."

"Why?"

"To fulfill a promise given one to whom I am indebted for life and liberty."

Adele silently gazed into the fire which flamed and sparkled from the pine logs. The fury of the storm was over, and the clouds were flying over the ocean, from whence they originally came, while the moon, like a bashful girl, was peeping out from a rift in the sable cloak of the storm. Bray came timidly forward and, bowing, said: "Mademoiselle, the storm is gone. Will you

resume your journey home?"

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"Is it safe?" she asked, glancing up at her

rescuer.

The Coureur des Bois, supposing that she was addressing him, quickly answered:

"Mademoiselle can go in safety."

"But the forest is dripping wet," suggested Monsieur De Barre.

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Adele longed to be one moment alone with her rescuer, and sent the guide and slaves to look after the horses. Then she ordered the negress and her maid from the room on some pretext. When they

were alone, she turned to him and said:

"Monsieur-No. 39-don't you know me?" My deliverer!"

"Had you forgotten me?"

"Not an hour, since the day you gave me the means of procuring my liberty," he answered.

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And are you coming to Grand Pre?"

If I live."

"It is but a short distance, and I want to introyou to father. He will not allow one who rescued his daughter from a terrible death to go unrewarded."

"Mademoiselle, if I could die for you a thousand times, I could not repay you for rescuing me from a living death."

"Hush, Monsieur; no one must ever know of that."

66 If you wish it, I will never mention it.” "I wish it, Monsieur De Barre.

When you

come to Grand Pre, let this night be our first meeting."

"As the Mademoiselle wishes, so it shall be." "Such is my wish, Monsieur."

"One thing the Mademoiselle must know." "What is it, Monsieur?"

"My name is not Pierre De Barre."

"I suspected as much; but that name will do.

Don't think of any other.

The servants are

coming, and we must talk no more.

Remember, 39 is never to be mentioned again by either

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"I will remember, Mademoiselle."

The Coureur des Bois at this moment appeared and stated that everything was in readiness. The maid came and put the cloak upon Adele's fair shoulders. Monsieur De Barre found some dry furs to line her saddle, and in a few moments she was on her way to Grand Pre, happier than she had been at any time since she began the journey. The object of her mission was accomplished.

Her father was wild with grief and anxiety, and they met a party of people he had sent for them. When his beloved child was restored to him, safe and unharmed, he laughed and wept for joy. Then the artful Adele told him of her adventure in the forest, and how a brave gentleman, Monsieur De Barre, had saved her life.

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"I must see the fellow," cried the happy father.

By the mass! I must see him and reward him for his gallantry."

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He is no common Coureur des Bois or voyageur,

father, but a gentleman," said the artful and enthusiastic maiden.

"I know it. I know it; by St. Peter! it is romantic. Is he young?"

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"I declare, but one result can follow such an adventure. I will lose my child," and then the old Frenchman looked so sad, that his daughter put her arms about his neck, kissed him and assured him that whatever might happen she would never leave his roof.

"Then, by the mass! you shall wed this handsome stranger, if you wish it."

Adele blushed; but for hours she sat enraptured at her father's side, sounding the praises of Monsieur De Barre.

CHAPTER V.

THE SOUTH-LAND.

What heroes from the woodland sprung
When, through the awakened land
The thrilling cry of freedom rung,
And to the work of warfare strung
The yeoman's iron hand!''

-BRYANT.

UNITED by common language and nationality, as well as common interests, the English colonies from an early existence were in sympathy with each other. This sympathy increased as did their interests, until to be an English-American was to insure friendship from Maine to the southern borders of South Carolinia. In the southern colonies the advance was noted, as well as at the north and east. They had their struggles, their cares and anxieties.

The Carolinias were not alone peopled by emigrants from Europe, for Massachusetts, Connecticut and even Virginia furnished their proportion.

Under the teachings and examples of the noble Archdale, both of the Carolinias began their career

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