JULIETTE'S FAREWELL When Godfrey returned to the Maison Blanche, wearing a handsome gold watch, which had been presented to him with an effusive letter of thanks by the gentleman whom he had rescued and his relatives, he found himself quite a celebrity.

Most of the Pasteur's congregation met him when he descended from the diligence, and waved their hats, but as he thanked heaven, did not "jodel." Leaving the Pasteur to make some acknowledgment, he fled to the house, only to find Madame, Juliette, a number of friends, to say nothing of Jean, the cook and the servant girl, awaiting him there.

Madame beamed, and looked as though she were about to kiss him; the fresh and charming Juliette shook his hand, and murmured into his ear that she had no idea he was so brave, also that every night she thanked the _Bon Dieu_ for his escape; while the others said something appropriate--or the reverse.
Once more he fled, this time to his bedroom.

There upon his dressing-table lay two letters, one from his father and one addressed in a curious pointed hand-writing, which he did not know.

This he opened at once.