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rents' consent； and； even when the baron began to look coldly on the soldier of the Republic； young Dujardin； though too proud to encounter the baron's irony and looks of scorn； would not yield love to pique。 He came no more to the chateau； but he would wait hours and hours on the path to the little oratory in the park； on the bare chance of a passing word or even a kind look from Josephine。 So much devotion gradually won a heart which in happier times she had been half encouraged to give him； and； when he left her on a military service of uncommon danger； the woman's reserve melted； and； in that moment of mutual grief and passion； she vowed she loved him better than all the world。
Letters from the camp breathing a devotion little short of worship fed her attachment； and more than one public mention of his name and services made her proud as well as fond of the fiery young soldier。
Still she did not open her heart to her parents。 The baron； alive at that time； was exasperated against the Republic； and all who served it； and； as for the baroness； she was of the old school： a passionate love in a lady's heart before marriage was contrary to her notions of etiquette。 Josephine loved Rose very tenderly； but shrank with modest delicacy from making her a confidante of feelings； the bare relation of which leaves the female hearer a child no longer。
So she hid her heart； and delicious first love nestled deep in her nature； and thrilled in every secret vein and fibre。
They had parted two years； and he had joined the army of the Pyrenees about one month； when suddenly all correspondence ceased on his part。
Restless anxiety rose into terror as this silence continued； and starting and trembling at every sound； and edging to the window at every footstep； Josephine expected hourly the tidings of her lover's death。
Months rolled on in silence。
Then a new torture came。 He must not be dead but unfaithful。 At this all the pride of her race was fired in her。
The struggle between love and ire was almost too much for nature： violently gay and moody by turns she alarmed both her mother and the good Dr。 Aubertin。 The latter was not； I think； quite without suspicion of the truth； however； he simply prescribed change of air and place； she must go to Frejus； a watering…place distant about five leagues。 Mademoiselle de Beaurepaire yielded a languid assent。 To her all places were alike。
But when they returned from Frejus a change had taken place。 Rose had extracted her sister's secret； and was a changed girl。 Pity； and the keen sense of Josephine's wrong； had raised her sisterly love to a passion。 The great…hearted girl hovered about her lovely； suffering sister like an angel； and paid her the tender attentions of a devoted lover； and hated Camille Dujardin with all her heart： hated him all the more that she saw Josephine shrink even from her whenever she inveighed against him。
At last Rose heard some news of the truant lover。 The fact is； this young lady was as intelligent as she was inexperienced； and she had asked Jacintha to tell Dard to talk to every soldier that passed through the village； and ask him if he knew anything about Captain Dujardin of the 17th regiment。 Dard cross…examined about a hundred invalided warriors； who did not even recognize the captain's name； but at last； by extraordinary luck； he actually did fall in with two； who told him strange news about Captain Dujardin。 And so then Dard told Jacintha； and Jacintha soon had the men into the kitchen and told Rose。 Rose ran to tell Josephine； but stopped in the passage； and turned suddenly very cold。 Her courage failed her； she feared Josephine would not take the news as she ought； and perhaps would not love her so well if SHE told her； so she thought to herself she would let the soldiers tell their own tale。 She went into the room where Josephine was reading to the baroness and Dr。 Aubertin； she sat quietly down； but at the first opportunity made Josephine one of those imperceptible signals which women； and above all； sisters； have reduced to so subtle a system。 This done； she went carelessly out： and Josephine in due course followed her； and found her at the door。
〃What is it？〃 said Josephine； earnestly。
〃Have you courage？〃 was Rose's reply。
〃He is dead？〃 said Josephine； turning pale as ashes。
〃No； no；〃 said Rose hastily； 〃he is alive。 But you will need all your courage。〃
〃Since he lives I fear nothing；〃 said Josephine； and stood there and quivered from head to foot。 Rose； with pitying looks； took her by the hand and drew her in silence towards the kitchen。
Josephine yielded a mute submission at first； but at the very door hung back and faltered； 〃He loves another； he is married： let me go。〃 Rose made no reply； but left her there and went into the kitchen and found two dragoons seated round a bottle of wine。 They rose and saluted her。
〃Be seated； my brave men；〃 said she； 〃only please tell me what you told Jacintha about Captain Dujardin。〃
〃Don't stain your mouth with the captain； my little lady。 He is a traitor。〃
〃How do you know？〃
〃Marcellus！ mademoiselle asks us how we know Captain Dujardin to be a traitor。 Speak。〃
Marcellus； thus appealed to； told Rose after his own fashion that he knew the captain well： that one day the captain rode out of the camp and never returned： that at first great anxiety was felt on his behalf； for the captain was a great favorite； and passed for the smartest soldier in the division： that after awhile anxiety gave place to some very awkward suspicions； and these suspicions it was his lot and his comrade's here to confirm。 About a month later he and the said comrade and two more were sent； well mounted； to reconnoitre a Spanish village。 At the door of a little inn they caught sight of a French uniform。 This so excited their curiosity that he went forward nearer than prudent； and distinctly recognized Captain Dujardin seated at a table drinking between two guerillas； then he rode back and told the others； who then came up and satisfied themselves it was so： that if any of the party had entertained a doubt； it was removed in an unpleasant way； he； Marcellus； disgusted at the sight of a French uniform drinking among Spaniards； took down his carabine and fired at the group as carefully as a somewhat restive horse permitted： at this； as if by magic； a score or so of guerillas poured out from Heaven knows where； musket in hand； and delivered a volley； the officer in command of the party fell dead； Jean Jacques here got a broken arm； and his own horse was wounded in two places； and fell from loss of blood a few furlongs from the French camp； to the neighborhood of which the vagabonds pursued them； hallooing and shouting and firing like barbarous banditti as they were。
〃However； here I am；〃 concluded Marcellus； 〃invalided for awhile； my lady； but not expended yet： we will soon dash in among them again for death or glory。 Meantime；〃 concluded he； filling both glasses； 〃let us drink to the eyes of beauty （military salute）； and to the renown of France； and double damnation to all her traitors； like that Captain Dujardin； whose neck may the devil twist。〃
Ere they could drink to