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TEE GOLDEN SUPPER
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had been denied him, but now the dead was his; and, stealing into the vault, he struck a light that showed him in fleeting flare his path to the cold marble where lay Camilla. The moon from a vault high up lighting the calm face, it seemed to be the face of one that still lived.
Julian bent and kissed the cold lips — his first tender kiss of love, and it seemed that the softly curving mouth had not the marble chill of death, but the velvet warmth of life. With strange persistence the thought clung that she still lived, and his trembling hand sought the snowy breast.
It could not be a delusion — faint but steady the blood seemed still to pulse through the veins! Half -mad with doubt and fear he looked again upon the peaceful face. An eyelid quivered and the first faint flush of life tinged the marble of her cheek and throat.
With a great cry he caught her up, and, wrapping her in his cloak.
bore her to his mother's home. More than once on the long journey he was forced to sit and rest, but always he held the still form in his arms, half fearful yet that he had not wrested her from death.
His mother started at the apparition, as Julian staggered into the hall bearing his lovely burden ; but now the breast heaved faintly, the tinge of life was more pronounced, and as the dawn drew nigh, the mother ceased her ministrations; for the trance was ended and, weak and spent, Camilla lay like a broken lily nursed again to bloom.
G-ently they told her of her trance, and of the burial, and she gave a little cry of surprise and disappointment. "And was he so quick to let me go?" she asked, and the look of agony in her eyes cut like a knife her brotherlover's heart, even while it bade him hope that he might yet keep her for his own.
This hope was soon dispelled \>y her demands that Lionel be sent for, but
JULIAN LOOKS HIS LAST UPON HIS LOVE.