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May 1st

These four days have seemed as if they never would end--especially the last But noants only two minutes of noon In two minutes, if Lampron is not late-Rat-a-tat-tat!

"Co?"

It was Lampron

For the last hour I had had s, and had been turning over hed at me I don't care We walked, for the day was clear and warm All the world was out and about Who can stay indoors on May Day? As we neared the Chamber of Deputies, pera fro streets, and made their resplendent way toward the Tuileries La of his pictures, and his plan of caainst Mademoiselle Jeanne

"She is sure to have heard of it, Fabien, and perhaps is there already Who can tell?"

"Oh, cease your hu! Yes, very possibly she is there before us I have had a feeling that she would be for these last four days"

"You don't say so!"

"I have pictured her a score of ti the staircase on her father's arm We are at the foot, lost in the crowd Her noble, clear-cut profile stands out against the Gobelin tapestries which frame it with their eone days had come to life, and stepped down from her tapestried panel"

"Gentlemen!" said Lampron, with a sweep of his arm which took in the whole of the Place de la Concorde, "allowsuccessor of Counsellor Mouillard, lawyer, of Bourges Every inch of hi near Croere on their way to the exhibition fro frocks, ayly flourishing their canes with the other, as much as to say, "Look at me-well-to-do, jaunty, and out in fine weather" The turnstiles were crowded, but at last we got through We ravel court, the realods in every posture forical circle round thehere, for my heart was elsewhere We cast a look at an old wounded Gaul, an ancestor unhonored by the crowd, and started up the staircase--no Jeanne to lead the way We cas Sylvestre beamed like a man who feels at home