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Cord Tn File VoL- 3 Efbrarian Weterpara Joykcishns vublte Libragy Govt. of West Bengad ome uy CONDUCT Is FATE, CIIAPTER T. The worhd's & stetdly bash on dangereus eas, Wit plesture even, but boarded at our peril, Tiere, un a single plank, thrown sate on shore, | tege the nemule of the distant throng, As thet of seas Temoto, oF dying su, And meditate on scones more silent stl, ight Thoughts. Batwa and her friend arrived, withant ues dent or adventure, at Paris, Monsieur de Chate- fain was at the door of the hotél where they were set down, to conduct them from thenee to his house in the Fauxbourg St Germain, He veevived Bertha with all the fonduess of a pa. Vou. Te A 2 CONDUCT 18 FA‘By + rent, and scarcely had he led hey and Siiss Us- wald to his wife, than he began talkipg of the sulsject nearest his heart, namely, the Tittle estate which had become Bertha’s, and the delight he should have in assisting her to take possession of her property. Madame de Chatelain looked rather confused, and it did not escape Miss Oswald’s penetrating observation, that she seemed distressed on men- tion of the subject. “| We will talk upon matters of business tomorrow, after our friend has had some repose ; but let us enjoy ber dear su- ciety now, withouy referring to intricate matters, which cannot be wholly divested of painful re collections. Bertha readily agreed, and the ne- cessary business attending upon a new settle ment in a pew place put an end to the conv sation. But Bertha’s impatience to ascertain the fate of her wretched hueband rendered her indifferent to al} other subjects; and taking Madame de Chatelain aside, she inquired, with trembling earnestness, whether the name * CHAPTER i. 3 of De Beaumont’s murderer bad yet transpir- od? : Prepared as Bertha thought she hed been to hear the worst, what was her horror and dis- may at being told, thet, although the supposed. assassin had not yet been apprehended, strong suspicion attached to a Polish nobleman, who had resided for some time in Swisserland un- der the assumed name of the Marchese Barbe- rini, and for whom diligent search was now making? At this confirmation of her worst fears, Bertha heard no more;—an icy chitness crept through her veins, and she sank insensible in Madame de Chatelain’s arms. ‘That lady, little guessing the effect her com- numication had produced, imputed it entirely AG the fatigue of travelling; and having brought Miss Oswald to her assistance, the proper re- medies were administered, and the hapless Ber~ tha was at length recalled to life and the sense of her wretchedness. Left alone with Miss Os wald, she informed her of the dreadful fact. which had just been disclosed to lier ; but the