“‘He will, I know He will,’ said Lucia, turning to her friend with a bright, sweet smile.

“‘You bring me tidings, my child,’ said Magdalen, taking the maiden’s hand in hers, ‘good tidings, for your face is full of gladness!’

“‘Yes, dear friend, your son is well,’ Lucia answered with a modest, ingenuous blush; ’my father also, and Pierre; we had word from them only yesternight.  But ah me!’ she added with a sigh, ’what fearful scenes of blood and carnage are yet enacted in Paris, the gay French capital! for from thence also, the courier brought news.  Blood, he says, flows like water, and not content with having taken the life of their king, they force the queen and the rest of the royal family to languish in prison; and the guillotine is constantly at work dispatching its wretched victims, whose only crime, in many instances, is that of wealth and noble birth.’

“‘Alas, poor wretches! alas poor king and queen!’ cried Magdalen; ’and, for ourselves, what danger, should such bloodthirsty ruffians force an entrance into our valleys!  The passes had needs be well guarded!’

“Lucia lingered not long with her friend, for home duties claimed her attention.

“Magdalen went with them to the brow of the hill, and again embracing Lucia, said in tender, joyous accents, ’Though we must now bid adieu, dear child, when the war is over you will come to brighten Rudolph’s home and mine with your constant presence.’

“‘Yes; such was the pledge he won from me ere we parted,’ the maiden answered with modest sincerity, a tender smile hovering about the full red lips and a vivid color suffusing for an instant the delicately rounded cheek.

“Then with an affectionate good-by, she tripped away down the rocky path, Henri following.

“A glad flush still lingered on the sweet, girlish face, a dewy light shone in the soft eyes.  Her thoughts were full of Magdalen’s parting words and the picture they had called up of the happy married life awaiting Rudolph and herself when he should return to the pursuits of peace.

“And he at his post in those more distant mountains, thought of her and his mother; safe, as he fondly trusted, in the homes his strong arm was helping to defend against a foreign foe.  The Vaudois, judging others by themselves, were, notwithstanding their many past experiences of the treacherous cruelty of Rome, strangely unsuspicious of their popish neighbors.

“The descent was scarcely yet accomplished by our young friends, when startled by the sound of heavy footsteps and gruff voices in their rear, and casting a look behind them, they beheld, rapidly approaching by another path which wound about the base of the mountain, two men of most ruffianly aspect.

“A wild terror seized upon the maiden as for an instant she caught the gaze of mingled malice and sensuality they bent upon her; and seizing Henri’s hand, she flew over the ground toward La Tour with the fleetness of a hunted doe.