Pittston Gazette

              •X i i' * ' 4* * Old -st irwsnaocr in the *vomtftff Valley. PITTS-TON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY, OCTOBER 18, 188!D. A WefeKly Local and Familv Journal. • » IMhr C*«Mprli m, hnt*i kv jwrn; N«vtt jCm m4 «t*«t thai. I Mr a.ra:a ; tfcw that p«l4 th«" nn W) for Dn« gex:4fc • (WtUlf *4 It AC to kD- h) * wihDjw I ■ M q«iD ItWV* u-\t to commit jimrwn to mm ••••h whk-h w*y w«« Ilk* ■ coateaetoa of . ..lit, Shall 1 tott y*»n the nu-aning o« I hC«oe WMtls ' " •'tssar It out IIIV'I Boww; "we'll give you ten minutes to lo*4 TO»r weapon and bid your friend gnod-by, for If Mr. liorton's anything as good a shot an I take him for, there ain't ■iuch chance of your seeing the Brit isher agate r The two men disappeared amongst the foliage, aad the friends were alone. ••Miss Leslie known nothing of this duel, t suppose'?" bald Mortimer, busy loading the cat bine. ••Nothing!" answered Gilbert "Poor giti, I allowed her to believe that, for her sake, I had renounced all thoughts of vengeartfc® upon the man who had insulted tier!" colled upot\ seeing Cora. "In# here, Miss Leslie?" ho ex[ eIk lined. "Yes, yes. Tell mo what was that report r UUUIMUI I'U, mill, recoVei iuk hhii-b.i a? i by an effort, u Ivnnced to greet him. gled surprise and disdain. There was something almost territto In the fiery energy of the Afiican. Something, which In Its terror approached almost to sublimity. ijui tug tjo e.ght months invT JHUU had uwolt in that dreary region they bad never once failed to make this Hirpplica. lion, and, fruitless as their toii had bsen hltiierto their faith hud never failed thorn. b« your grateful Slave to life." "This is kind in,v dear Augustus," he said, "but 1 thought you liad left Now Orleans for Hortonville," ena ot "I do not ask that—I only ask patience and confidence. I hold a power ever Silas Craig, which none other possesses, and on the day which crowns my hopes, he shall be made to confess his Infamy, and withdraw the charge against Paul Llsimon." "Tm m» t hrave mi, Don Juu Mor*i«itos yo« Co Mt lew to hear Um timhr ••It true—I left yesterday." *- * I Q|| rtoubU' "That! Home some hunter, no "And returned this morning?" "Yen." "Shall I serve you, massa?" Bald Trlfl-1 AO. " They still trusted that a divine and gracious Providence would, in due time, reward their efforts. D •"Twa kaowativ tto*r It'-'vi jr«rD apt I kwc i NttK. ■« v ' to the ear4.»a* «4 a Whit**- «»'!• .J vi*a «n th- fcaak-.* tWr A«aa»Dn. «»4 J thai *C*■ m4 iDC« are pretty •war rx-4at **■*."" "Vo» t«Hr In my rfciW))xw4; yM itD. w Me la the hTitlmi of m« eaHtest Mi 4-ar--: Ho had scarcely spoken when a second gun was tired. "Capricious boy! your rural retreat?" So soon tired of "Yes," exclaimed the planter, "you shall be my bloodhound, and help me to hunt down my enemies." • The* UrtM to me. Tboaa words hav* a ivhlka to aa *vc«l which oo. urrs4 thhtor* years ago!" ••Mt Bfanwy is an lo««r that of a v..*«n waa." «as«rered lDoa Jaaa; "1 . :»•»C* »«»»D•** all the eveata which i. ,j««eae4 at ihat data." -IVrhape M; »D«t yna can remember the 4eath of yCDar Mat-man, Doa Tomaxo OireWr* At daybreak the next morning, the three men set out, and walked to the creek at which they were to work before thCw eat their rough breaklast. '1 hen after offering up unother prayer, they took their spades and pickaxes anCT weut to work with good will. But the day wore on and no result attended their labors. "No, no, Mr. Percy!" cried Cora, wildly, "ft is no hunter's carbine. A wcni.in'-D unfailing instinct tells me of ■ 'anger to him 1 love. Gilbert Margrave lias been lighting a duel with your cousin." "You cannot guess the came of rnv return?" "No. indeed." "Pauline, Pauline," exclaimed Camillia; "mv benefactress, my preserver." "Hush I" said the Frenchwoman, laying her finger on her Hps, "remember, patience and caution." « JSulJii  !%•»■«»* ■ » "What, Don Juan 1 Can you not imagine that thero may be a loadstar shining in this city, which draws me back to It in spite of myself?" CHAPTER XX. N the far depths of a California forest, the timber roof of a solitary log hut peeked through ttie trees. It was a dreary dilapidated building, which hud been -deserted by former settlers, and neglected by ihose who now dwelt in it. As she spoke, Peptta, Camillla's old nurse entered the room. "Oh, missy," said the faithful mulattress, "there is a sailorman below, who has fine silk Brand laces to show you, If you'll only look at his merchandise. Such bargains, he saya, missy." "But I don't wan't to see them," replied Camlllla, indifferently; "toll the man to take his goods somewhere else, Pepita." "Stay,"interrupted Pauline;" we may as well look at these bargains.'; "Ay, do, ma'moselK" said Pepita: "It will amuse poor missy. Poor missy very ill lutely." '•Why do you wish to see this sum?" asked Camillla. when the mulattreae had left the apartment. "Because i have an idea that we should do Wrong In refusing to admit him. We shall ace whether I am right or not." Augustus Horton appeared as she spoke, walking backward and ga/ing intently into the dell. I 4*4. t| *** C«|\ M aigfcl that I twawi astosns, u4 the mt tMn£ I heard «a Vr* t«n«. waa. That Hr. Ito4 tJsi- M 1vc«a miwM fprttwD toa rCii|*»ui. ow et the M aharks fC4ks Cw* h«wn. Be*. 1 «Mit Try M hewr that for a -wvivM toa x'Mwi MawV. "Perhaps that's the wisest thing you could have done; for however this affair may terminate, I fear it will bo a troublesome business for you. Men's minds are stiangely excited Just now; the Southern Wood Is up, and should you escape safe and sound frdm this duel, I doubt bat you wilt have to secure the protiectton of the KntUti consul to save you trom the fury of the populace." "When a man sees a woiuan he lovea insulted by a onward, he does not stop to reason," answered Gilbert; "the only thing thai distresses mo in this matter, is the thought that, instead of promoting my adored Cora, I have only brought upon her new dangers. You are the only man in America whom I call my friend. You have already given mo mich powerful proofs of your fi tend -hip, that I think I max venture to demand of you one last service.' "Alt! I begin to understand. And that loadstar Is—" 1 nis time the Spaaiard started aa It aa a'Kt' t had stung him. eoM perapt- Mt««a tavtkc eat upoa his broaaed fewad. aaCl evecy mtiga of color M aiik.' Ihwi clwk ami lipe  iine Omi4. "You tv member the will « !.Ch was aahi oa that tight. The « iU «hx K «w by two aea; «•:» of them a a*Ca-farin« maa whoae nsaae I know not as yet; the other, WU!C*«a feowea, thoa caftain of a slaver. \\»a rer*e«itCer the sick man's wnfeaildt ■1 must have surely hit him," he uiuU "Your daughter, Camlllla," The Spaniard was silent for some moments, us if absorbed In thought. Then, turning to the planter, he said gravely, "Augustus lioiton, I havo long forseen this. I will freely own to you, that some tlmo since, I cherished moro ambitious views fur my only child. We Spaniards are a proud race, aud I once hoped that the husband of my daughter might !De one of the haughty nobles of my distant land. But that Is past now," ho added, with a sigh: "your rank Is as high as thai of any man In Louisiana. You are no penniless adventurer who seeks to enrich himself by marriage. You are young, handsome, wealthy. Win her, then, you have try free consent" "And your assistance?' ••Yos." The negro, Sambo, worked untiringly, and cheered his masters' toil by his merry songs and grotesque capers. It grew toward evening, and Brown proposed that they should collect their tools and walk homeward, but Smith was anxious to work for half an hour longer, and his companion was too good-natured to oppose his fancy. The half hour had nearly expired, the dusk was rapidly gathering around them, the lower branches of the trees were streaked with crimson and gold by the last rays of the Betting sun, and Brown was thinking sadly how many a day such as this they had wasted, and how many a sun had gone down upon their disappointment, when he was aroused from his reverie by a loud exclamation from Smith, and a wild shout of Joy from the negro. "See, see!" cried Cora, "his antagonist is safe. It;is he who lias f.illon Uiin. Toby, run to succor him." to red Half fainting with terror anDl anguish, sic- would )ia\o fallen to the ground had not .Mortimers exieiioet arm caught hei iu time. He carried her prostrate forti to a rocky seat close at baud, on whirl site rested with her head still lying ni his shoulder. «4 •»D»* «tbf people, an I aa*kr«i who tto Ur IM l.»«4»woa ww* tha1 ha 1 hewn D«• Cmw cms (i* h*» i mC lo; i«. an4 th«v t44 ms tkM hDD tw a jvmc MC *ioaa. «!wMlen t-r-nj.bt if liy IV* Juan Vn* I littmt to ka»« « 4: 4»-al -T |V« Jwaa MonHtaito*, and t h i4 Ixnu 4 M«e vt ftod 1(4. amCa. to I M haari «C a ilttiC*C ur.v-»«»■■ had toa a p»sC It ii aC t« iw So The rough wooden shutters that sheltered the one solitary window were rotting upon their hinges; the wind whistled in shrill cadences through the crevices of the logs. As far as the eye could reach there was no vesflgo of any human habitation, while the rustling of the leaves and the hungry howls of the wolves only broke the silence of the night. It was difficult to Imagine this place to be the dwelling of any civilized being; but vet It was tenanted by two men, who had lived In it for the best part of a year, attended by a negro slave, an honest fellow, who served them as faithfully In that dreary retreat its If they had dwelt in a palace. The night had fallen; the winds shrieked, *41ke some troubled spirit, amid the branches of the trees ; red streaks of light gleamed through the cracks of the window shutters and the crevices of the rude timber edifice; the door of the hut is securely closed, though In that lonely region there is little need of bolt and bar. D Augustus llorton advanced Unvai tticni, and tveognised the Go oroon in ti tJuoonlight. Vam W—Xr M» tei *«r to hi* ■D»■!C Imi Mi uViqtoi • D V..U . mi l la«Cly. Dim Jul Vnnq«j }«• raamafcor Um dmagkt mixed ».V K;l*« C r»ig. ami which y%mt write'* hx'iinT, TmMMCrixtlU, took fMm iwr Imiki. two hwirt Wow Ma deathT •isho he est" he cried. ''Coral" iw passionate love ot ratify heart returned as he gazed upon the unconscious girl, and a thrill-of jealousy vibrated through the dark recesses of his soul, as h« beheld the lovely head of the Octoroon rosting upon Mortimer's shoulder.l#aw. .--wr »* 'W» "Xt-jr *»« jmVr we* »fiM, and whv w« a fr-De maa in the dlMMa T- -• -'11 111 Hill mIirniag " •My p*ww kwwL'  "1I«D Js«I «• mrh « niv*i.:y C• w Ihu I km* M ke« tw thank }toi "Xn4 I M w« Ital I ««M no ihanks, « Wf talk "t t —mrrnK l» ll«' Sr-* ! »■» » Haft m4c ;ii a«"» ntmH to pet i«U» ««i«r|MaovD I ifc«» «na Mood in ym* iHk Uwl i*»m vet •aa la Aaw of a coward. " *-.% mnavi ' • Ho* Ci«M yCCu have I«mm4 ill %h»«v" ih«- Spaniard. -I k«C* aun thaa this P replied Paulino Oorat, -Whea th« hunt gifgr of Um wintry 4m wan stealing through the kalNfoi shutter* of the «M chamber. Tomdo Crivelli MM himself from Me pillow in the last agonies of death, an»l uttered aa aocneaUoa—" "S|Deak, Gilbert, s|»'«k. We have indeed bwiii fast and faithful friends; tonight, above all othur nights, I can refute-you nothing." "Listen then. Mjr first cam on leaving the Seliua, was to engage a bo.it, whieta is to carry us back to Lake Pontchartraln this very night- Promise me, that If I (ail, you will yourself protect Cora, and restore her to her father's arms?" "But if she should refuse?" Pepita ushered the sailor into her mistress' presence. He wu a black-eyed, Jnrk haired fellow, with a complexion that had grown copper-colored by exposure to the wind and sun. He opened a bate of silks and spread Its contents at the feet of the Spanish girl. Camlllla glanced at them with listless indifference. "I caunot force her wishes. She is my only child, the solo treasure of an old luau's heart. If you cannot win her love, you must submit to her refusal of her hand." His companion's spade had struck against a nuggetof gold. He had dug the precious lump of ore from its watery bid, and he had I alien upon his knees in the clay ami dirt to offer up a thanksgiving to that Eternal Being who alone can give or withhold all blessings. The' man called Brown clasped his hands and lifted his eyes to Heaven, "Oh, merciful Providence 1" he cried, "we have waited Thy good pleasure, hopefully, for we knew Thy unfailing justice." ••I am not surprised, Percy, at youi sympathy for Gerald Leslie's daughter," he !-uid, with a sneer; '"she is, of course, one of your friends, forshedared to turn me out of her house, dismissing me from her presence as If Bhe had been a t|t:een." • ftfr C-*«V|kl • C!•D * ouiiiK \n. Augustus Horton retired with many expressions or gratitude and affection, but once outside the chambor his brow darkened and he clinched bis flat as he muttered with an oath— ••Hold! bold, vmhm. I en treatcried tli* Siniiiard, "jwi know all! How yoa Imiv« ••tjiiirnd lliai nn through roiiw diabolical mnc}, I know not; for the door of the chamber was eecured by a lock not easily tampered with, aad Ukm within were not the am to lietrar swwto. But, ao matter, v«« know nil! Why have you kept ailen ee for thiitfWi y»D*r»r "We women *re laoUeiana, Don Jmmm. I ha i a motive for my alienee f* ••And yoa apeak now—?" "BKfi* I tkink it ia time to apeak." taa Juan pared the apartmeat backward and forward with folded arm a, aad hi* had i* nt upoa his Imast Preaently |CauCdnf; tiefore Pauline Oorsi'a C ™iit*C)«5 frame, he said ia a hoarse wMaper "They are handsome," she said; "bat I have no occasion for them." "But you'll not refuse to buy something of a poor sailor, kind lady?" aald the man. in an insinuating tone; "even if you do not wish for a silk dress, there may be something else among my store* that may tempt you to bid for it; see here!" he added, feeling in one of tbe pockets of his loose trousers, "I've something here that perhaps you may take a fancy to." ■ k MaMr* m »•* m£*Z 1 aifki. t«t «rt»- ■ kail w* i "I promise," answered Mortimer, fervent I v. -Thanks, thanks!" ••You!" exclaimed Percy. "Yea," replied his cousin, "because) had the lmpertlncnoe to pay her a few idle compliments." "This Spaniard Is like some foolish old woman, tie cannot force his daughter's wishes, forsooth ; and the double fortune of Don Juan and Don Tont* aso Crivelli itfay go to any hand-otnc adventurer, upon whom Donna (amillia chooses to bestow her affection." The two men shook hands, both top much affected for many woids. Uk, y» —|?"|| i; Uw MM «im h»« m hD«r T*~«» rrr «iH« W- Inn ill til' wrt-1 Um tD iMkf a««' milk liiwwlf MUl *■■ CrtSy C«fmy r»thC»r May." IlC4 VIM rur*.l Im I nm M sup|«M- Mm- 1 .«•!• n«p uMir •TV rtftfct «f ■ c»v~t ill—ry pair of tnD )« ". I««t cmiw, iiihv ri-Drr U» l*o j.. i y«MDCfcr «-*fl at "Augustus Horton," said Mortimer, gravely, "you remember a clause in out contract of partnership, which piovldes for the agreement being can 'eled at pleasure, by either of the two partners?" "I do." The three men worked till the moon rose high above their heads. They had struck upon a vein of gold, and their labors were amply rewarded. They returned home laden with the dull yellow metal, which Is the master key of all earthly power, the magic influence which can make all men sldves. They returned the next dav to the same spot, and worked again, and'contlnued to do so till they were rich beyond their wildest hopes. • Then they packed their wealth in such a manner as to escape suspicion from any unscrupulous travelers they might encounter, and still followed by their faith followor, Sambo, set out for San Francisco. ••But tell me, Gilbert," said Mortimer Percy, after a pawe, "what whs Miss Leslie's motive for coming to Iberville?" Let us peep into the neglected building, and gaze unseen upon Its occupants. The two men are seated on either side of a blazing "fire of brushwood and broken timber, while the negro sits on a low stool, at • respeotful distance, waiting till his masters may have need of his  "Her mot her died here. She comes to pav her tirxt visit to Uie lonely grave of Franciila, the quadroon." As these thought* were busy in his braiu, ho crossed tho s,». clous hall ou his way to Cftmillia's u, artments. In the corridor lehdtng to the young girl's boudoir, he met I auiine Corel. "Then I am the first to cancel th.4 bond. From this night 1 cease to bo your partner." * "Ah! 1 understand. I\Dor girl, poor ffirl r "l left her with the mulatto, Toby, who wfts|o conduct her to the spot. At ten o'clock she will return to the landing place on the river jJkhere the boat will wait for us." ne pronucea a reel morocco c&se, kirn enough to contain a chain or bracelet. "Look here," he aaid, opening it, oolding it toward Cam 1111a, so that aha aione could see Its oontenM. "lot won't refuse me a dollar or two for that; eh, lady?" Camillia could not repress a Start at surprise. The caee contained an imitate* ~ ' chain - *De commonest work - circle, la tfc« ♦olded " - «*• ifcCw, to Uif nAt of UmD t«ar- iMt'r l*»ui lC«M k llw «1lr**otto» trD * »nCii mm4 tlxtuiii ma -*# *f m dfilitly-Mh *dwC«er. "bo bo it!" replied Augustus. "It Is not for me to object to such a proposal, but have a care, Mortimer, and remember thftt by such a proceeding you lose half your estate." He did not stop to sp- ak to hor, but passed her with a carele s bow—such a salute as ft man only bestow.-* upon one whom he thinks far beneath him. His honest face beams with good temper and contentment, even in that dreary abode. VVn Ony m*A«jm.MW WUMmm trnMpmrntomi mmkmamm mil'^ ■ - J" - ' . . . " , •■ » ■■■ MM VMM Di «t j* * mTm*"~m*  m«m« » «* » hMMMi ch-.m't *?JfS JlH Wmm f !i?v_ ? T.rr,rn 1  — i*MM» Dji"  taklM*tMD» •w'M*D'l Tr li t * C^ee*TwTT^ *" VSMR Mi M«lK. te»* V 3555: flitf «IMfc **• M»' W^i« Igfc Cdbw»—r ""»Hk m • • * **•» OW» - J»«4. 4- NXw  «fe sn^gisrtigTLPs "f«o." It did not escape the keen observation of the Frenchwoman. "So," she murmured, as she glanced back at the American, "I am a governess—a dependent— unworthy of your notice. Mr. Horton, the day may come when you will find me no weak enemy 1" Sho broke into the merry chorus of a gay French song, as she finished speak* ing, and tripped away, warbling like some joyous bird. • n*« vm immtmt of 1am***4 dip|»t M «i* t«i|C4. So ro'H-n  t'rt (.ti-ii nak UM tofi 1 from firm l« «f to. «M mi m mrk of «wnmD Mart *»'l MrUt for iy«i 1 "ot't talk to mo ■ •D«! vour ulir—n wtwio; lutu!~tin_- •U Noah* Mks 1 fast Ml pn a fwwty iwul t« Mmtli"! wn««4i. tko vow U k»vm «w (M Kaii.tig k. If wo "Enough," said Mortimer, in a voice broken by emotion, "whatever happens I will be there to protect her." "I shall have enough left to enable me to live far from ft country which I hence* iorth renounoe. As to your sister, you can tell her that 1 restore her her liberty,"But it is not so with his masters. •Iv» v«« mmi to betomr imP" • \«! They ftre both smoking long cherrystemmed meerschaum Dipes, and they sit In Bllence, their eyes gloomily fixed upon the blazing fire. It is impossible to judge of their rank In life, for they ftre both dressed in cutaway velveteen coats, corduroy breeches and groat hob-naii boots—serviceable garments suited to their rude life, but which elsewhere would be worn only by laboring men. They are both in the prime of life, and ono is rather handsome; but they have allowed their hair and whiskers to grow In the roughest fashion, and their faces are bronzed by constant exposure to every variety of weather. golc.. —. ot the cD. nanshlp, coiled round in a center of which was a note » __ Intt the smallest .possible com paw. Upaa the uppermost side ot this note was written the word ••Fidelity," in a handwriting which was well known to the Spanitc girl. "Why tlM Wi im all tWsr "IVvimw I would k-W ilie reward of lili) eon y»«m' sii.-ar«." At this moment a loud shout resounded through the stilinC-ss of the forest scene. It was the signal. uD- "When we once more set foot in the east," said Brown, as they turned their backs on the dilapidated log-hut, "I will tell you my past history, the secret of my life, ana the purpose I have to achieve in the future. In the meantime let us remain as we have been before, ignorant of all concerniug each other, save that we are both honest men who trust in Providence. Shall it be so? ' "Yes," answered Smith; "friend, brother, it shall be as you say. Heaven shield those-we go to save." And iti«t nuard—?" "Take your weapon. Gilbert," salC Mortimer, placing (he carbine In Mar grave's hand. "Augustas Horton Is m\ niftWj jnii are my Mend. I dare not for t lie safety of either, at the cost i»f the other's death. The moonli heavens are shining down upon u-D. tin 'he eye of Providence watches the str. tfe. Farewell?" "That is needless," answered Augustus, haughtily, "for she herself has decutieu her Intention of breaking nith you for ever." "b«Mj for x* to puV I an tired of *•) • b.h hw. C*wt « n your (too Iimm. 11-k«-m«* \«»C»r wife. mi l let Me fh*rc tfev »C■* lb •C•.)«.iieCi hj the guilt of a»ec4«UD t kww." "She has presumed to fall In love with Mr. Gilbert Margrave, the gentleman w ho prefers ftn Octoroon to the heiress of ono of the proudest families in Louisiana.""How?' None could have dreamed the dark thoughts that lurked beneath that joyous exterior. "Will you buy the chain, lady?" asked the sailor. Camillia opened an ormolu caakst on ft table near ner, and took oat a bandfuQ of dollars, which she dropped *0(0 the ample palm of the sailor. "Will that requite you for your trouble, my good friend r she asked. "Bight nobly, lady." "If you can come again to-morrow, I mar purchase something more of you." The sailor grinned; "I'll., come if I can, my lady," he answered/and with a rough salute he left the room, followed by Peplta. "Was I right, Camillia?" asked Mademoiselle Corel. Vi luuhtv gri|is «111i ttr Vt»toN- look «it lor M* Mi • «"«D Witt t HE plantation of 8Claa Oai«, at lltervilte, w a p situated, aa w«- Augustus Horton entered the boudoir, and lirting a rose-colored silken curtain which shrouded the doorways gazed in silence upon the occupant of the ohamber."*•4 5C«. ny trvmi. mrv yvm «w of h*r a~kC-4 IM. They clasj**! each other's hands on* more In silence. Then (illbert Mar grave dashed forward through th brushwoi d. and disappeared In t tie del below. "It was Jealousy, then, that prompted her denunciation of Cora Leslie," said Mortimer. •I II. br rm-•:«*, ntlc, Ckptata IVrt —t «■C:•C* ht pr«'T« -i.*. mCi a i««* t«y C*eiee. n' a |nD«!(«r Km (tain. have already wd «|*'« the bonl*n of a wood; a luxuriant forest. p-lrrU-hiiij tor "It was." The heiress was seated near the open window, her rounded elbow, firm and S3llshed as unveined marble, resting on le cushion of her chair, her head leaning on her hand, her lustrous eyes veiled by tho silken lashes that curtained them ; her whole attitude bespeaking the profoundest melancholy. The elder of the two is the' first to speak. "Well, Brown," he says, with a sigh of weariness, "nearly a year has gone since we set foot In this dreary district and no good done yet " CHAPTER XXL Mortimer Percy paced up and down the dewy turf, listening for the report of their gun*. "So much the better for her. Thftt, at least, Is some excuse for her conduct. Hush ! here they coine." 2T ub return to s'ew Orleans and ;o the Villa Mora luitos. An hour ifter Augustus florton left the soudoir of Camilla, the Spaniab leiress and hei companion Pauline Corel weie seated, side by Hide, in a deep it-cess of & window. looking out upon t De shining waters of the Mississippi. ••I * • %W. T«a 4m\ ttif word an «Kl- w«! \o» t» nw. y««* Cw t pn \mrk to V«lla  Cmm xwi - miles u|KDa the tanks of the Mississippi, varH Cw\ here and there by ur id.ilatin* del Is and poo!* of valor. Ivtag hidden beicath ih«* shadow of giant trees, mhCe-. Dn iin.-he« had waved for centuries a»«iv.- a -CD! '»4e, hrrken only by th« fkD»t of t!«e Indian. It «•!C in 1 hi-forest that the unhappy SmartvreCl C|wadroon Praaeilia laid ia SCiie: fnave—a grassy mound, warh -d nair by-ihr rude w«o UDn rrosa eieeied at its head by the faithful mulatto. Totiy. | , ij Bill Bowen and the mulatto appeared, as llertfy spoke, carrying between them the prostrate form of Gilbert Margrave. The young man was quite unconscious, the bieast of his shirt dyed crimson by tho blood which welled from his wound. Toby and Bowen placed him upon the rocky seat which had been occupied by Cora. "What Is this?" he exclaimed as he laid his hard upon his beating heart "For which of these two men do I tremble? This, then'Is America, of whose fn-edom her citizens so proudly boast! Here are two men met together to shed each other's blood, !Cecause one of hem has dared to upholu the cause of a daughter of the despised race. Hark!" It was for the report of the fire arms that he listened, but the sound which met btvear was of Altogether a different nature. It was the evening chorus, of the negroes, floating upon the tranqud air. A sweet harmonious Rtrain of tied ody, which breathed of peace uud repose:— The younger man shrugged his shoulders as he removed his pipe from his mouth and knocked out tho ashes of tobacco upon the rough stone hearth. "Yes, a year, a year," he muttered, "and no hope of return yet. No hope of justice being done to the innocent, and punishment and confusion brought upon the guilty." "Brown," said his oompanlon, "do you remember our first meeting?" "Yes, we met in the streets of San Frftncisco; botlr penniless, yet both determined to conquer fortune, and to ring from the bowels of our mother earth the gold which should enable us to achieve tho purposes of our lives." -=*.  "V«." "Am4 am*4 IV* bar? ptrM for a Ions n«cU-' The planter gazed upon her with admiration, but it was admiration unmlngled wit h love. "You were, dear Pauline; sea, a not* In Paul's hand!" " • . "Shall I leave you to devour lte contents?1 "No, Pauline, I have no secrete from you henceforth," answered Caaoillla, unfolding the precious scrap of paper. It contained these words: "Fear not, de*reit, and do not thin* tt ia guilt which hxa prompted my flight. Be faithfulud truat me that all wiU yet be well, and remember that I may be near yon when least you look far me. Affect an otter indifference to my fate, and mingle in the gay world a* yon have ever done, Thiaia neceaaary to dlaarm auaplcion. Abore all throw Angustna Horton off the went, end let his teliere that I have left America forever. "Brer and erer youra, she It was with the same feeling he would have experienced in looking at somo gorgeous picture. * • V.ijr «4L«k«. «%J »« H« »? I -I** a* D•C•* Orl an s fcr by *4Crt- n'atoek Ms nwin, your i iwft will b» t|vC»»*»C u- I'w a taaC7 that yW«i nukr ViU y««a n«*r ~t wdl/ ar au»4 grasping hi* ;h m Trviii br the h**t4 ••% «« aft ka«' !ia-t me-ywa4*a«t har *D take n.«- C* board tow tfcasgh tbe hsai 1 C4 banr n* "JV a* if by a whni It, to !«»-*«* tn»- frna 4-CiaC». ai»«t I ww ywirs-fc* ni m e-. ii; in «val «w »» I «Til wna *xn taiitftli}." "The ball has struck him In the side," said Bowen. "I guess It's about all over with the Britisher." His eye was bewitched by the exquisite coloring, the perfect form, but his heart was untouched. At the sound of these words of evil Import, Cora Leslie opened tier eyes, and, beholding the bleeding and prostrate form of her lover, Hung herself on her at his feet. Nothing could be more complete than the contrast between the Spanish girl aud the Octoroon. "So you have rejected him, Camillia?" said Paulino. HanD, at (C«C, the lowly child of aa «i film C1 ami traMph-4 nw «m fix*. Both were beautiful—both had ej es of deepest bluck, but the orbs of Cora Leslie were soft and pensive, while those of Camllila Moraqultoa Hashed with the burning flames of a southern clime. Cora's oval cheeks were pale as the unsullled leaf of the water 11 y; Camlllla's glowed with the rich crimson blush of that splendid hue, rarely seen save In the petals of the damask rose. "Gilbert, Gilbert!" she ciied; "dead; and I am the cause of this." The mulatto placed his hand upon the breast of the wounded man. "Rejected him I" repeated the Spanish girl, contemptuously, "could you ever dream that I should do otherwise?" Ww no nm-t'-r D:a-vd mnlcsi her tranquil Muaaber. Iw-ath -eta the «iav* Mid 1 W«- |.i iwik1! alik'" a; litierty. :wl *wu D-atifc in critiik* splcndat her* alh tla«- j'urplr uhU rs of the mighty nvw; U|vl» *wt foreC-tre«' Klrmanad "Day ft d.i lag. day U gone, Woarr nigger*, rest; Work *11 d»T. and toil and moan, Wuiet niCht la beetl" "You remember we formed a chance acquaintance, which afterward ripened into friendship." • "And yet Augustus Horton is rich, young, handsome, distinguished—" "He may be all that," interrupted Camillia. "Yet I have no'feeling tor him but indifference—nay, contempt." "Shall I tell you the secret of that indifference?" said Pauline, with a smile. "The heart beats, though faintly," he said; "dear mistress, he will be saved." "Poor fellows,' paid Mortimer, "they are Craig's negroe-, returning to their cabins after the day s labor. They sing, poor simple creature*. The overseer's lash cannot destroy the quiet content of their honest hearts. How easily tuight a good master make them happy. Again the voices rise upon the balmy air:— "Will you allow him to be carried to your father's villa, Miss Leslie?" said Mortimer; "I will accompany you thither." "It did," answered the other man. "But at the same time we entered-1®to a singular agreement. We resolved that whatever our past history might be. It should remain buried in oblivion, so long as we dwelt together In the wilds of California. We agreed that neither should tell his companion tho secrets of his life, or the purpose which he hud to accomplish in the future; that even our names should be uuknown to eaoh other, and fhat though living together upon tlie footing of friends and brothers, we should address each other merely as Brown and Smith." Camillia Moraqultoa obeyed i» Itructions contained in this brief epistle; *nd when Don Juan entered her boudoli half an hour afterward, he found hla daughter apparently in her usual spirits. Delighted at this change, he proposed that Camillia and Pauline should go to the opera that evening, attended by himself, and the ladles assented with every semblance of gratification. The Opera House was thronged that night with all the rank and fashion of New Orleans. It was the occasion of the reappearance of a brilliant Parisian actress and singer who had lately returned to Louisiana after a Twelvemonth's absenoe In France. The box occupied by Don Juan was Dne of the beet in the house, and amongst ill assembled, there was none lovelier Dr more admired than Camillia Moraqul- 0 golden reflexions «T the dylag H(ht; npun the bosom of each quirt pool tlN test si nlwam* faded and flickers I la the rtwJowy twilight, while, caialy beatit.l-f"l. tbe aaM arose in her tranquil «torv, I Cat blag forest aad river la a flood %f «ilt*fT nClia««L 1 if iart glimmer of ctfimeon light was slowly fladiat; aa two mC n advanced tt t.v.gh o» of the pathway* of the wood—a |*t Ii may w overarched by the rih spending branches of the trees, tfeal it nwDaa«d one verdant arcade. lack of these men carried a carbine npon hit* shoulder. and a powder flank slung at his t~idC-. The first ma* William Bo wen, the aao C«id. whofkHrMlowl his Mapuiia, waa iaguMax Ilortoa. They enwrged fnija the arcade Into an open piece of t«A around which the trunks of I he But each had offended the pride of the planter, and he determined that each should pay a bitter penalty for having dared to prefer another. wattes im OS JTIX MOB. nC4«itC* «t»s CCne «• the Hmt |a ■ r of the e#-, I Li"*i C J mMm- TW :oaC:er • M lift tvae-rt. t »•! iCmv tha infaaaotis mjri plot de*'-. d bD : Kiia- Oau « Ui laatifaUra «*f ft neat-* us Murtia H Ms ,* -c W he ptihf «f the clime m ia«lvCW«. "Ah, Mr. Percy,"exclaimed Cora, "you are all goodness." "If you please," answered Camillia carelessly. "A hundred dollars for your trouble. Bow en, 1/ you'll assist us in carrying this poor fellow to the boat," said Mortimer. "The secret is your love for another. Ay, that start and blush would betray you had naught else already done so. My foolish Camillia, did you think to nonceal the truth from one who had knows you from childhood? On the day of Paul Lisimon's apprehension I told him that I had long known all." lie told his suit and was rejected with scorn. 'Tar from bonD«. and child, and wife. Wea*D nijofera. we»p. Day coea by la toll and atrlfe. Might brings (wace and aleep." The .voices slowly died awav In thDD distance, echoing mournfully through the woodland glades, as the negroes parsed out of hearing. C Mortimer Percy still listened—eagerly ■ breathlessly—for that other awful sound which would announce tho commencement of the combat. ••A hundred dollars—I'm your man I" replied the American. "You'll excuse me, Mr. Horton, business is business, you Know," he added, to Augustus. Mortimer Percy and the mulatto gathered together several strong : Touches from the fallen wood lying beneath the trees, and twisted them into a rude litter on which they laid the unconscious Englishman. Nay, more, he saw that not only was he utterly indifferent to the Spanish girl—there was something beyond the indifference In her manner—something even more powerful than scorn—there was hatred! •«Yas. this was our t*Dnd." •'Forgive me, dear Pauline, If I have seemed wanting in candor," said Camillia; "but it was Paul who bade me be silent." Infuriated by this discovery, he determined to fathom her reason "CamilHa Moraquitos," ho said, with outward calmness, beneath which raged suppressed passion, "you have rejected the offer of a devoted heart. Be it bo I I cannot force your compliance. You love another; no doubt 6ome honorable man, whose unsullied name will shed a luster upon the woman he weds." "We further resolved that wo would spend tho last dollars wo possessed in the purchase of a set of implements, and that we would penetrate into the lonelies tract in the continent, into recesses never visited by the herd of goid diggers, whose labors exhaust the soil it districts where the precious ore has lDeen found. We determined to search for our prize where none had sought before us, and wo resolved to brave every hardship, to endure every peril, for the several ends of our lives. "Yes, Paul, who feared that the governess might betray her pupil. Now, listen to me, Camillia. The story of my life is a strange one. The day may come when I may choose to reveal it, but that day has not yet arrived. The history of the past may have done muoh to lmbltter a heart that was not once all base. I am ambitious, proud — though policy has taught me to conceal my pride —dependence, even on those I like, is Cainful to me; all this I have learnt to ide beneath a gay exterior." "Pauline, you terrify me!" exclaimed Camillia,- "this power of concealing your feelings—" One end of this litter was carriod by Toby, the other by William Bowen, Cora aud Mortimer walking by tho side of the wounded man. "Nothing yet!" he exclaimed: '"if I turn thqoornCT of yonder group of trees I run the chance of being struck by a random bullet; but come the worse, I must risk It, I can endure this Buspen-De bo longer." He sprang through the forest growth In the same direction as that taken by Gilbert Margrave. He had not disappeared above three minutes when from the opposite side ol the wood two figures Blowly approached, casting long shadows on the moonlit grass. tos. iW M a ««rCT'4 r-axw for i. j-.t. tag in nt Iter D«■»: X ti«l ♦k h»4 m -'Hi -nwipi wi tw I*. xr«4,-|i:f{ •fc- Ct*«*4«rUata «* !*■«!. sn i.- tu»4 i« . is »» «r ;~tI J In Mtwkai' i.l betwrrm t - * mm) frwnt trev* foCmed a afMHitns of a wail. -Wlwre, in th« bmk of *11 thnt's dUi«.lwat *nD you leading me. Bill?" taid Augusta*. l«okit|! at.oul bim. "I meenymi *k« l know your way in 'iiit- hm wood by moonlight. Mr. Hor- The Spanish girl wore a drees of rioh amber silk, flounced with the oostllMt black laoe. Her classically molded head was encircled by a simple band of gold, studded with diamonds. 8b' J * In this order they started for the landing-place, where Gilbert's boat was await them. mm w*m ra « «Mdl W The Spanish girl's head dropped as Augustus said this, with chilling irony. She felt that he knew her secret, and the bitterness of the sneer wounded her to the heart. Augustus Horton stood for some moments watching their receding figures in the moonlight. « t* III- C apart - j» 11C id aa*D-t i * Mna -fan. W WwT* « : j-r **«^- ■•VC« ' *»».*i|«a «M t««nfc mi of Itafc Ion," iK«m4 Kill Boron, laughing; - but *«• re «]l right for aW t hat. Thin Is kf spot wfcew we a|D;«)DuiUtI to Bert !i»' v ng EmrliKhmu and votir Mr M«*rU»er — - "We did." he waved a perfumed fan of ebony 4 gold in her email gloved band. f hoy had nC?t been long seated in the /x when they were joined by Augustas orton, who placed himself at the baok the chair occupied by Cam I Ilia. }he was not a little surprised at this, Dr the interview of that morning, and terrible and insulting repulse whloh young planter had received. while she was wondering what oould re induoed him to forget this, be bent head and whispered in her ear— 'Let ue forget all that passed this Drnlng, DonnaCamilila,"he said; "fort and forgive my presumption as I for'e your cruelty 1 Let us be what we before today, friends and friends * I*rj •My curses on them," he muttered; "I thought tonight's business would have nettled for my proud Cora's English lover, and I have but favored my rival's chance by what I have done. If this Gilbert Margrave should recover, of course he will be all love and gratitude for his beautiful nurse, who will watch and tend him in his hour of danger. Hut, no matter, Craig and I have a powerful hold on Gerald Leslie, and his daughters love shall be the price of his safety. She would not liko to see her father penniless. Or, if to the last she icfiises to hear reason, the public auction will soon settle her ecruples, If I cannot win her as my mistress, I can, at least, buy her as—my slave!" ••At, San Franei'co. we plokel no out raitnrui sambo yonder," said the man known as Brown, looking to the negro, "and we got a bargain." "Because poor Sambo was lane, massa. Very few gentlemen will buy lame niggers." "But this Is not All," continued the planter; "not only do you love another, but you hate me. I ask you why this Is IsoV" ' «'i« n CWfcuvj *i- «•:■! !»•»»• Jiia*. a 'Ct * «•_ ;* m t»MiC. j«-l iwaril C4 «Cj tfc.uk im thMfhc wD us I Ptrry who might 10 t*D ashao**! of himself for liking a KriU-h«r's part (gaia»t hie owl country bmmi Ui! against his own flesh tod M«od, too, a* far aw that (toea." •*C»w Mb!" muttered Augustus bo- ' Is akin to falsehood, is It not Camil-11a? No matter. For the first time I speak the truth to you about myself. You have been kind, generous, affectionate I should be worse than a murderess oould I break your heart, for to break your heart would be to kill y ou—and yet, Camlllia, three days ago I should have been capable of that infamy." "Pauline—Pauline 1" The first was a man, the second a woman. It was the mulatto slave, Toby, who came hither to lead the Octorooa to her mother's grave. i "Shall I toll you?" she asked gravely, lifting her flashing eyes, and looking him full in the face. "Lame or not, we found you a treasure, Bam bo, and between us we soon contrlvod to cure your lame leg, and made you as sound as the best of us." the thf hlb m- 1 I ' tmxii bw tr*Mlu r Ti,, -C"ur«* him. *n«i welcome. sir, for ■» ■ -**?! • "* -v* part—«»ut U»is 1- where iw promised to . ■ lh _ J"J? n" ' Hn W» friend. Wore close *- Jj,- ■.-•JIIHI Omigs plaaUtioa. Ton coald *1 lltilTi ntrTii ' aST *4«*'"r hut* U,r"u«1' tre«s if , J- . *1 "*** tb* b«wwi were not ho U matron thfck?' UTT*** . . i Ha*r mm tbe yo. ng pU.tor; —• i . r i , ; nr ; * »h«isth«tr rvvH**I**~ Tbe rattling o( tkCt Iwivw announced ■•y* gg tke arnvai „r ihe two men for whom ■m ya . **" . j tbey ««M. They aopntaebat by the y w« awr mj aw* s»me |iu(i*«vm that by wtiicb Augustas ~ ' • - - - and Bill baa come. CT mam ■■D«« . ..Wbata tbatr echoed IMnc - - - friiml. "Heaven forgive me if I wronjj you, Augustus Horton, but some secret Instinct tells me that you were associated with that pitiful wretch, Silas Craig, in lie plot which brought disgraoe upon ho uauio of one " "Yes." "That song which you heard just now, Hiss Cora, has been sung many a night above your cradle to lull you to Bleep." mother Bang it?" exclaimed Cora. "Yes," cried the negro, grinning from ear to ear, "you did, massa, you did. Kind good massa, Sambo never forget." "Well, Smith, after eight good months' labor In this district we find ourselves—" "About as well off as when we came here," answered the other; "we contrived to find a little gold duBt during our first month's work, and that has enabled us to pay for the supplies we've had from thenearest village, and to keep up the war all the time; but beyond that we've had no lock whatever." fc »lh !!■« liar tan M u "She did, she did I The Bound of that song, my lady, will bring tears to Toby b eyes until the hour when they close in death." "Ah, well may you open those large black eyes with that gaze of horror and amazement. Yea, I repeat, three days ago I should have been capable of this; because I am ambitious, and the ambitious will trample on the most sacred lies to attain the golden goal of their wishes. But this is past. Another road has opened to me, and henoeforth, Camillia Moraquitoa, I will be your friend. Say, will you trust me?" Pauline Corel flxteil her large, limpid blue eyes upon the face of her pupil with an earnest glance of inquiry. "Will you trust me, Camillia?" "Yee, Pauline I your words have terrified and bewildered me, but I feel that whatever you may be, you are not deceiving me now." M • 4 "Who is very dear to you! Is it not -to, Donna CamitliaV" were ' Yes, "she answered,proiidly, "I have tever before confessed my love to a moral. I confess it now to you. It will at east prove my belief in his Innocence." • Mr. laut lasirnon is a very happy .:un to possess so fair a defender," said Vtiguslus, with Btudled sarcasm; "no loubt the escaped felon, the runaway hief, will return to New Orleans ere ong to claim his bride, though. I fear hat the very first hour he shows his face it tills city, he will find himself hand•liffeit and cairied back to jail. In the ueautime, I withdraw all pretentions to ot;r hand. 1 cannot hope for success igninsi such a rival." only." Camillia raised her eyes to his face with a glance of surprise. Was this the man whose words that morning had breathed rase and vengeanoe? Had she wronged him in imagining him vindictive nd treacherous? Don Juan knew nothing of his daughter's rejection of Augustas Horton. He imagined; therefore, from the planter's presence in the box, that his suit had prospered. About half an hour after the rising of the curtain, a letter was brought bj one of the boxkeepers addressed to Don Joan Moraquitos. "Who gave you this7" asked the Spaniard."A colored lad, sir, who said he was to wait for an answer," replied the boxkeeper."Tell him that I will see to it." The man left the box and Don Juan opend the letter. It was from Silas Craig, and contained only a couple of lines, requesting to see his employer without delay, on business of Importance. Don Juan rose to leave the box. f "I am never permitted to enjoy the society of my only daughter for a few hours without Interruption," he said, bending gently over Camillia. "I am summoned away on some annoying business, but I will not be gone long, darling.""But how long, dearest father?" "An hour at most. Meanwhile I leave you in the care of Mr. Horton." "I accept the trust," answered Augustus, with enthusiasm. "Faithful friend I" "You are sad, dear mistress, you ant uneasy?" said the mulatto. The intense watchfulness of the slave's affection enabled him lo detect'everv varying shade in Cora's manner. He saw that her miud was disturlDed by some anxiety. "I am anxious alstut Mr. Margrave, Toby," she replied, "he promised to rejoin us eta this." "The English gentkman may have had some difficulty in engaging a boat, dear mistress. You have seen tho poor cabin in which your mother passed the two last moatha of her life. It is near this spot ahe reposes." The slave looked about him in the moonlight, and presently paused at the foot of an enormous oak. Pushing aside the wild overgrowth which obscuied it ha revealed a rough-hewn wood cross surmounting a humble mound of earth, which had been neatly turfed by the same faithful hand that had erected the -simple monument. I'pon the cross this inscription had been carved In letters cut deep Into the wood: CHAPTER XIX. HE morning after the duel, August us Horton returned to New Orleaus. Even in his jealousy of Gilbert Margrave and his guilty passion for the beautiful Octo- «R- t» "wfcjr (r»D:Hy 4m »•* t|y, IDoo MM iMftiXM," MM iHWIr. 1 -' u4 tacked «t *•« 1 -a. -• .te Qmi *11* « rapid. talta"tWf MiMlan Mili «ar y.mrs ••'« tfc«- HHr ;xiM. 1 S«Djr CW» tor i«w- »ta.-to ttorv gtonfi-a. m4 ■"ton t«*i luMlf. ;D.« Jtoaa i*D cta-d ew*ieirty, t.ul m ««fc. nC1 inW Uw mm tmrrn-y q«Hl *Cf Ma ■MrtarM* t ** yeer eeeelB aad hi* kC*«p your |«Dwder dry.' MorUwrr iviry m4 (iflkMt Hargnw drew n.'*r Uhm as William Roweu »jDi D«•D The tC*n bowed stiffly to eact wllff*. 'H tear that we have k«'jDt you wait in«,"winl M riiii. r "We kwt our wm] la tli ■ Clu-k. and have wasted tan Bin oU-- ik linking it." '•fiowffi And I haw only just arrived," ns«wCl '• Have jou brought jxnrowB«.«poinr C-*re couldn't gr' a pair of duelling 1 ia tin" d. i.rhtiorhood," replied I "None; therefore my proposal is that we leave this place to-morrow at daybreak, and try a fresh district." MpHC : #U* The eyes of the man wbo called himself Smith, sparkled at this proposition, but the negro Interposed with an exclamation of terror— 4si k m roon, he did not "You'll nebber go to-morrow, massa," w " 'scuse poor nigger what ought to 410 his own business, but surely massa will nebber go to-morrow?", "And why not to-morrow?" asked Brown. 4ft JW !•*«; «NQfe*, «n* abandon tha thought of more ambitious schemes; and he was still determined 'to win the hand and the fortune of Camiliia Moraquitos. ill- bowed haughtily, and withdrew, angliing Id terly. In the anie-room •vithout, lie found the negro, Tris.au, ly:ug 0111111 embroidered rug, close against the boiivloir door. ' 'I am not, Indeed I" answered Pauline; "It la agreed then—you will trust me?" "I will 1" The first intelligence that greeted him on his return was the nowa of Paul Llslmon's escape from prison. The planter was furious. This dreaded rival was, then, at liberty.- The trial, which was to have ended in his disgrace and condemnation, would, perhaps, never take place, and Camillla might still believe In the honor and honesty of her lover. That which he sought was to render Taul utterly contemptible In the sight of the haughty Spanish girl, and he felt that lie had. In a great measure, failed. He dispatched a special messenger to Iberville with a letter for 8llas Craig, informing him of the young Mexican's escape."Lose no time In returning to New Orleans," he wrote. "I need the help oi your craft In this business. There must be some mystery In thl? Lisimon escape, and vou are the man to unravel it." "Because to-morrow Friday; muw, Friday bery unlucky day." "An unlucky day, Sauibo, Is It?" answered his master; "faith I think every day has been precious unlucky to us for the last eight months." "Tell me, then, do you love Paul Llslmon?" ♦ — N IVr-v; vbut I ban brought t cMe of DX«-Li) „ kt., ». . . • ** iH. li III I 11 11 ! B he kmmgi- il!" crted Bowen. i - D4 *i ■ ib *ii#» mu0| tH*twom Hortoa a ■ - . t ',« i.«4 fijr-1 a idr 7»rrj I».it. •■* t»r» «ou»ta. '*111 toil yo* what IV la, i fMtieara; iM tat tiling that you cm do i* to tifftit witk thorn hC*e carbine*— exclaimed Augustus: "you |)»vDD hern listening?" ••D» not be angry, tuassa, with the poor nigger. What if the dog can help you?" •'Help me?" •'Truly, eternally 1" "And for that love you are prepared to sacrifice all ambitious hopes? You, 'who have much of your father's haughty nature, can reconcile yourself to a life of comparative poverty apd obscurity for the sake of him you love?" "It would be no sacrifloe," answered Camillia; "poverty would have no trials If shared with him." k mD The negro shook his woolly head, and showed two rows ol white teeth. "Yes, dogs are sometimes useful. Have you ever seen a bloodhound hunt down a runaway slave, eh, masaa?- Ah 1 you have seen that. Many a time, I dare say. Many a time have set the dogs on yourself to capture your lost property. There are human bloodhounds, mas»a, who can hunt down an enemy as the dog bunts the poor slave. Your enemy Is Tristan's enemy too. Say. masse, shall wejwork together?" "Friday bery unlucky day, massa," ha said. to M«MK4MinU« I — _— i , . ; 77- -t——- run tm lh Dni)H ■' II 1 II C • I of which Imw ever MRNlNM ■llw «r «• h mn«Hi « BMW °*mf °*J ClLlh',?''?m*k?ro hl"*' — — _.,i ... N--«- vC»ml -r: be wilted, pointing to 1 IIII1MI tkr l r, C'i»r»l»r C1C«U nhut in by thv Uwi whicil i MwIu-itwI it; mCI linht neday in the tDro«4 «m« I y—4nr hit of Crru—4 «j»'i «hnv» » hun. - ,.IMr| Cmmt.it* MofiaulliN tmCl ftwt brm4, lata it which wny yon - will, m nv aCl\iee U thin, t*kf n|C your ~ '* . , . , fCJ lj.ik.1. m4|| on ea-h «M« ot the circle, and tit . ■ T. ... . .. 4 h " . . eitftial m1vnc« upon each ether. imD and I*« r w.-tw. your duel the additional "***Turu- mtrmtn Tfc ii 1 tc ■[ t VIm» ehnrm of the ehtwe. Whtt my yo«r n it.- ir'iir - C*f Ui« ""Von foiget," Mti-I Mortimer; "Mr. * . ■ . ,.,m r.i ml\ that Mnt*mve don »C*. know the ground.'1 j • lh»« we are perfectly e-jual u|Don that 5 r. m j".mi, replied Augustus Morton, "for m ***** ?" .. . JS u J iv.w.1, »iu tell you that t nervr *ct fC*Dt here l.ulii to-night." , ■ - V, "t out.-, gent lD men," cried Bill, impany* *■«C _ j UeaMy, "t* it t«ne4r '' '*' "n «ered Gilbert Margrave j -riK-n weapon," Mid 1 fH a* ««d «*•* ~ vtmf «Na 8S5S5Sw2r ' rT'"* ** "Frakcxua. July 7th, 1846." "But," answered Brown, laughing, "If it's ad unlucky day for leaving this place, I suppose it's Just as unlucky for staying and doing another turn at the pickax." "Don't know that, massa," said the negro, "but Friday bery unlucky day." "I'll tell you what then," continual Brown, "suppose we take Sambo's advice, for once in a way, Smith, and put off moving to new quarters till the day after to-morrow. We can spend to-morrow in digging the ground about that little creek threa miles to the east of this. You remember our passing the spot once on our way home after a hard day's work." Below this name "and date were three words. Those words were i "But, remember, Camillla Mtiraquitos, think of his unknown birth—low and obscure no doubt as are all mysterious lineages—would not that cause you to blush for your lover—your husband?" "I could never blush for him while I knew him to be honest and honorable." "Aj, but even then how bitter would be your trial 1 Do not forget that his honor has been sullied by a foul suspicion—that he has been branded as a thief 1" ( •'Blood fob Blood." Miss Cora," said the mulatto, "tkta la a lonely spot, though so near to the plantation. Few ever come here, for yonder dell is said to be haunted i»y the spirit of an Indian who was cruelly murdered there a hundred years ago. No hand has disturbed thi* cross. It maybe that no human eye has ever sefen the inscription, but the al'-e'eeing eye of Provinenoa has looked upon these words for fifteen weary years." The planter looked at the negro with » glance of contempt. "What can we have In common?" he said, scornfully, In spite o( the letter she had that norning received, Camittls found It Impossible to simulate a eayety whloh aba lid not feel. She was Bilent and absent-minded, and replied in monosyllables to the gallant shefeches of her admirer, bhe was thinking of the events of the day—Pauline Corel's promise and the letter from Paul Llsimon. Once In looking downward at the crowd of faees in the pit of the theater sh« recognized one whloh -was turned to the box in which she was seated, Instead of to the stage. • " • , . *■ It was the copper-colored visage of tbe sailor who had that morning broigbt her Paul's letter. \ She knew not why, but she felt a thrill ot pleasurable emotion vibrating through her breast as she beheld the rough faoe of this man. He knew, and was known to Paul. He eould not then be other than % friend to her. ihlft done, he .ordered his horse, and nttrudod by his groom, rode at once to Villa lioraquttos. He wm determined tp precipitate matters, and enlist the Spaniar d in hia behalf. This he kuew would be an easy matter, an Don Juan ha;l *l«nva encouraged his addresses. Xujjubtus Horton found the «jDaniard alone in an apartment, which wan callfcd his* study, though littlo trace of studious habits wae to be found within Its walls. "Lovo. massa. love and hat* I V« joth lovo the same woman, we both hate the same man." "I forget nothing. I know that I love him and trust him. We cannot love those we do not trust." /— Augustus laughed aloud, "You—you love OamllllaMoraquitos?" he exclaimed, with consummate disdain. "Perfectly! a miserable, unlikely-looking place enough; I don't fancy if we dug lor u twelvemonth we should ever get any good out of it. However, we've wasted bo mauy days that we can't grudge one more, so I'm quite agreoable to stop." ••So be It, then," answered Brown. ■Sambo, get our tools in order before you go to bed, and be sure you call us early to-morrow morning." The two friends flung themselves down upon a couple of rough straw mattresses aud the, negro brought out a heap of dried grass and withered leaves which served him as a bed, and upon which he luid himself down after carefully preparing the tools for the morning's work. The two diggers, before they lay down, offered up a short but heartfelt prayer, that Heaven would be pleased to smile upon their honest endeavors and bless their (abore. "Oh, spirit of my niurdtred mother r exdaimC'Cl the young giri. lifting her clasped hands toward the effulgent *ky. "Spirit of the unhappy and Injured one, look down upon your daughter! Mav Heaven forgive the sins of hiiu wlit caused thy unhappy fate. May Heaven pity aud pardon my wretched father. 1 eannot curae him. Here on the grave ot his victim, on the grave of a victim of a wicked and cruel prejudice, I pity aud forgive him, for he needs all pity since he has sinned." "Enough," answered Pauline, "now listen to me. I tell you a new rpac} has opened to my ambitious hopes. I shall win wealth and station, without sacrificing you or your lover. Nay, more, I promise you that the day that sees the fulfillment of my wishes, shall also see you the bride of Paul Lislmon." "Pauline, what mean you?" "And why not?" cried the nogro, striking himself upon the breast; "the heart within 1b of the same form, though the skin Is of another color. I love her, love her, not as you whits men love—but with the passionate fury of the African, which is stronger than death or fate. A jealous fever, which is close akin to hate and murder. I love her, and I know that she would look with loathing on this black face. I know that she can never be mine—but she shall not be his. No, no! I oould better bear to see her wedded to you, for she would not love you. Sho would pine and die, and I would kill myself upon her grave, and know that she never blest the man she loved. Say, massa, shall I help you?" Augustus Horton gazed at the negro • » — • —• al «vtn. The paneling of this chamber was adorned with weapons of every kind, arranged in symmetrical order upon the walls. Cutlasses, pistols, and carbines, of polished steel, inlaid with gold and enamel, hung In glittering array side by side with charts of that ocean upon which, if scandalous tongues were correct, Don JuanMoraquitos had for many years been a rover. wnen Augustus Horton entered this room the Spaniard was standing near an open window, his arms folded, his head bent upon his breast, moodily puffing a oiWoot. He started, as his visitor was "Seek to know nothing—only trust me. There are dark obscurities in the pathway of guilt, which I would not have you penetrate. I have promised to befriend you in all things. What it the foul plot, whioh, as I believe, has been hatched by that villainous attorney, Silas Craig, were brought to light by my agenoy? Would you thank me for that, Camillia?" ' "Thank you, Paullnet, Oh, If you could but clear him I love from the vile accusation brought MftlnifcUm. 1 At this moment the report of a gun sounded in the dell near at hand. Cora rnae suddenly from her knees, pale and terrified. "Toby,M she cried, "Toby, did you hear?" Before the mulatto could reply, Mortimer Percy sprang through the parted branohos that bordered the deli, and rushed toward where they stood. He re- —1 "V« . ! lhC« it Is for yo« to ctom owr i r akii'H, toe amnt CMhMlr *"* "*'M'r of yt.nder dell, 1 gueaa. n.-«i ntt« ttet tC«« iiij n»i n»iHi Mr. HCDrt-Dn, oome!" "But ttoe«%Mir ««llhlBid lhltoWt- — Tho v»tchful eye of Augustus fiortoo (TO BB COHTDrtJE).) W \ m