Pittston Gazette

              * ■ '*• .1 • \y D K "in JS- :,jB^B^" r t • /"v oj«lrsC %ewwiaoet in the Wvoming Valley. PITTSTON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY, OCTOBER 25, 1889. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. Mkoa tk« obwsn tad pnnnllnim ilipiail wh baffled rage and fury, ant of jour father I love one below bm Augustus Horton returned to his own to station—below me so Infinitely that house to await the coming of the morevec were I so w*aka IM Mto wLbtC «DW which would perhaps dawn upon a the law of New Orleans would not par- CJoadlv encounter between himself and mft mc to make her my wife. I love a MoraquiUw. daughter of the accursed race a slave To his surprise, he received no tidings aa Octoroon." * from the Spaniard, but a little after noon ••Whet motive, then, could you hftW mulalto valet handed him two letla bringing am hither?"'said Oamillia. tors. " What motive 1" exclaimed the WM tn th®handwriting of Catftillia planter "a motive far stronger lloraqultoa. It breathed the contempt love—tint motive have ,rhioJ1• noble mind feels for the cowardinsulted m, Donna Camillla, and you lc® °* * «««tard. It ran thua: have to learn that none ever yet dared to . "A» thei life of a beloved father to far Insult Augustus Hortoa with impunity. t«o valuable to be risked in an encounter I threaten no terrible punishment," he *,th • *D degraded as yourself, added, lookiag at his watch; It la now will never ba told the true hi»- two o'clock; when th# morning sun rlsea lory the events of last night. Rest upon New Orleana, and the streets begin In security beneath oontempt, to All with traffic. I will conduct you to fo®'ow f®r revenge." the Villa Uoraquitos. You will suffer The second letter was from Paul LIslfrom this night s business in no other I?0®;,,, was even briefer than that of way one, and that Is your reputa- *»■■■* tioa, which you can only repair by ac- Vlou »h^1 answer to me for the cepttag your humble servant aa a hue- committed on one who Is dearer to me than life. For today you triumph; "Coward, dastard, do you think t will ut■ daJ"of reckoning will come ere long. eoMeBt to this*" t wait. "For pity's sake lot a word," he murmured. "At Borne fiture day, when the bitterness of all this suffering has become a memory of the past, when she is happy, and—has well nigh forgotten mo—then recall to her the name of her father; tell her—tell her that I loved her. It will be better for both tint to should be spared the pans of parting; so I will see her no moro, though it is my very life which I 16se in losing her. You will write to me, Gilbert?" "Yes, yes, dear sir," exclaimed the Englishman, clasping his hand. "Farewell, then; farewell, Gilbert, my son. You will be kind to her for my sake; you wlH love her dearly, will yoi» not? Farewell." lie wri'.ng the hand which clasped his, and then breaking from Gilbert Margrave rushed into the house. The young engineer slowly followed him, and retiilng to his own room, made all preparations for the Journey. It was already long past midnight, and Gilbert was too much agitated to require rest. At oarly dawn his arrangements were complete, and summoning Toby, he gave the faithful mulatto a message to carry to Cora's apartments. This message was an earnest request that the young girl would moot him in the gardens below without delay. He had not long to await: he descended to, the terrace, and In less than ten minutes he was joined by the Ootoroon, who looked pale and anxious In the early morning light. 8he scarcely paused for their cuBto mary greeting. _ • uown quicker than a streak or greased lightning, I guess you'll get a bit of lead in your precious carcass tHul'll bilng you down a sight fatter than you went up. Come down, you old cues, will you?" power—lus slive—ills to treat as hi* vile passion prompted. tflrwara f Hui iiiaimon and captain i-rondcrgllla were on shore. The captain knew the bouse on Columbia Btrent. Wild with terror, rhe clung convulsively to her father. nt»t mace ner murn pmiui to or aura 1TM their time of suffering came. It hardened her nature, and made her merciless, as all Injustice must ever do. Th* duke observed this gloomy silence—this dumb despair. He could not restore to ber an affection which he no longer felt; but he sought to re rive ber spirits by change of scene, and by tboM hollow pleasures which are the sole ie»ourc«of the Idle," rn-«wm ».. •«•D»*D•*(»!(«. ft* 'lW *.*»••«•»•■ »«*'' tv *«r MM* «IM HwiT had fwiy, mm to Mt all the la \t* TI I I «■■ "No no,"she cried J "do not abandon me. I shall die; I shall go mad. Doyou forgot that ihfttnittn la tiio murderer of "Many a dollar have 1 lost within its accursed wkIIs," he said, an the three men hurried through the deserted city; "but that's in our favor now, for the keepers of the house Jtnow me. and I know the trick of the door, which is a secret only eoflflded to the habitual visitors of the house; so wo shall Rot into the Infernal Cien without any difficulty, and onoe In we'll (lnd out what ail this means, and whether Don Juan's daughter is deceiving you." "She deceive me!" exclaimed Paul, Indignantly ; "she Is all truth, all purity; but if the man who was with her is he whom I Imagine, she is the victim of treachery as vile as that from which I am a sufferer." The speaker was one of the men employed by tlio sheriff, who had crept round from the vestibule to the gardens to see if there were any doors or windows by which somo of the live stock might escapo. my mother?' "Silence. Kileno®!" whispered Gerald; •'unhappy glrlL do nbt infuriate him." «ai«r «i *r«t» o» ofrhrVv-* i knrki4 *w-D«-r*»«* IhD ftimply fw «t hi* fiager acmmei oM«(tW M- Tn ■ n l'D^jJMKt "** '* oaJ* rav*5f Mfht. •C«« —+"}** ban t. Ifcxin* «ki«p«M ih« '-r IV ob. A- tw» M wmw hwl tbr Cioor ckwe Titty «-«i«»VClDa»rrp* wtaHing »t«ir oawv at Ilw tnf of vtirk tfcey r*it«iW a I «(! fntrt**, MN by rtnA'd ft** "I hope, Mr. Leslie," s-aid Qralg, as Cora still dung to her father, "that you will not oblige uh to have recourse to violence."The Li vis stock" Is the namo given to the slaves upon a plantation. j# : C . "Vain solace-! Poor lady, »1m WMkh deed to be pitted.' "Ay, bat her haughty soul would ten rejected pity m the direst wrong. The duke left Italy, and took her to Parte, where, in the midst of the gay and frivolous, ahe might forget her domestic griefs; but In France, as In Italy, aba refused to share in the pleasures of tba world of rank and fashion, and obstinately shut herself in her own chamber." "Yet she did not diel Strang* that such sorrow could not kill!" "Sorrow does not kill. Even bar beauty suffered no diminution. It was still in the full splendor of lta luxuriance, dark, proud, commanding, queen-like. Have you ever heard, CamlllCa Moraqulioe, of the secrets of Faria? Have you ever heard of the mysteries of that wonderful city, In which almost every street has its secret, known only to the initiated In the winding waya of civilized lifeT Three months after the arrival of the duke and ducheee In Paris, an event occurred which changed the whole current of their livea." k HiU MI wmme*m Human beings, with hearts cnpablc of grief and alloc lion, ildeliiyand loye—but in the eyes of the auctioneer, mere cattle to bo knocked down by his hammer to the highest bidder. "Kill nil me to that kill me, sooner than abandon nan," cried Corn. 1 lie mulatto dtvw a knife from his pocket and handed it to (lie ugonized father. Amongst the live stock was counted Cora, the Ootoroon, the lovely and accomplished daughter of Gerald Leslie, the destined bride of Gilbert Margrave.•Kill her, niaD=ter," he whispered; "better that than she should meet the fate of her mot he*." Gerald Leslie pushed the slave from him Willi a gesture of horror. "No, no!" he exclaimed) "all hope In not yet loft! Between this and .lo-uiorrow surely something can be done. I will see Giibeit. We will save you, Cora, my beloved; we Will save vouj" Thanks to Captain Prendergills, thoy had no oifflculty In penetrating the mysterious building. Vj 4 ;he e»d el der Ai«ii4ui «t«ii tw H Cteiflik. CHAPTER XXIV. A man, seated In a little anteroom on the stairs took their hats from them, and told them which way to go to the gambling-saloons; but at the very moment they reached the top of the principal staircase the thrilling shriek of Camilla Moraqultos echoed through the house. LL hope of e»D cape wns over. Tire mulatto slowly descended the ladder, muttering to the man below that he had only been , 'aking some alterations in the In Uim dm »toe aipMH to lad her h Ik* , feat **«• wwrw.ilD di-oppoint**. •I think on reflection you will see the For i few momenta Gamlllia remained ailont, th. n taming upon the planter with mMm enetro that threw him completely off his rard, ahe exclaimed— "Ivgwtn Horton, you talk to me of wifcici. Shall I tall **m what yo« will I am all attention.""PAUXI Lisimok." Two of the men approach d the father and daughter to take the Octoroon fron Gerald's arras. CHAP!ER XXIII. HE bullet wound whloh had prostrated Gilbert Margrave In the f o r • s t at Iberville, was a very serious one. For many days and nights he lay 1 :w iftrtiMW was han.i-«.C«uHv far•aMfd. mm* tinted with a i**.p which hut!* Tmm tfcr cmIibj. ac i which, like DaC m the mnMor, siml a — bdned •nd t»wl'DWy tight empty. ** fcrt m-i+Kif had returned ad tin t j*»~t «T tin* j.,».w ta wtai.h U«a |rlaHr K««» But Cora only clung to him mora MB Tulslvely. "Father, father 1" she shrieked. The ear of Paul Llslmon sharpened by anxiety, told him whence this shriek proceeded. It came from a long corridor to their left. At a gesture from Craig they seized hei In their armB and dragged her away. Happily for the wretched girl, consciousness once more deserted her, and Bhe sunk fainting in the arms of the brutal wretches whose business It waa to secure her. window shutters. They rushed down this corridor, and burst open the door at the end as a second shriek pealed through the building. The result Is already known to the reader. AKWhVH'Xi Coia Leslie reopened her eyen to behold her father bending ~"tr her, his facCD almost ghastly with ugitation. "And that event was—" "Apparently a very simple one; the lady's-maid of the duchess was a frivolous girl, who had herself been educated in France, but who had never before tasted the delights of the brilliant capital. She was Intoxicated with rapture, and she ventured even to express her admiration for Paris in the presence of the young duchess. Amongst the other wonders of this marvelous city, Jeannette, as the girl was called, spoke of a fortune-teller who had related to Her some of the events of her paat life, and whom she looked upon as • powerful magician." "But surely the duchess did not listen to this peasant girl's foolish tbabble." 1 "She did 1 Despair is, perhaps, terribly near akin to madness. She listened at first from pure abstraction, scarce heeding what she heard; but afterward eagerly. She asked the girl a thousand questions about this fortune-teller, and finally it was agreed upon between the. mistress and maid that the woman should visit the duchess late on the following night, when the duJke was absent at a political assembly, and all the servants of the establishment had retired to rest" * ' ••Yon will kill me here upon this spot. Yoa will oonoeal my corpse in one of the •ecret recesses with which this den of in'amy ae doubt abounds. If you have me spark of prodence yoa will do this, for I swear to yoa by the atars of heaven that if ever t leave this place alive yoa «hall pay dearly for your conduct of to- in one of the The Octoroon was terrified by that pale and horror-stricken countenance. "Is it all a dream?" she murmured, passing her hand across her forehead; "speak, dearest father, what has happened?""I am ruined, Cora," answered Gerald Leslie, In a hoarse whisper. "But come the worst, we love each other. There is no dark cloud between us now. We may bo penniless, but at least we are united." - •Silas Craig looked on at this heartrending scene with an evil light shining In his red, rat-like ftyes. ••For years and yearsjMr. Gerald Les lie," he said, "you and the like of you have carried it with a high bund over me. But my turn has oome at last, I guess. You look rather small today. It's a hard thing for a man to be so poor as to have to sell his favorite daughter." "Wretch 1" cried the agonized father; "this is your hour of triumph; but remember that Heaven suffers such as you to prosper for a while Ohat it may the better confound them in the end. A being capable of infamy such as this must also be capable of crime. Guilty deeds long forgotten are sometimes strangely brought to light, and it may be your turn to grovel in the dust and ask for mercy of me." In spite of his hardihood in orime the color forsook Silas Craig's face, and left it of a dusky white. The random Bhot had struck him too forcibly. The man of guilt trembled. The letter written by Silas Craig, which summoned Don Juan Moraquitoa from the opera-box, was a part of the planter's base plot, and had been planned between him and the lawyer. The business relations between Silas and Don Juan were so complicated that it was easy fdr the artfnl attorney to occupy the 8panlard in discussing them till long after midnight. The two men sat talking till nearly three o'olock in that very apartment ornamented with the map of the United States, and communicating with the gambling house in Columbia street. But the two houses were separated by a passage of considerable length, and Don Juan was too far from his beloved daughter to hear that terrible shriek of distress which alarmed every player at the gaming table. apartments, o f the Pavilion, near Lake Pontchartraln, In a state which was not entirely without danger. But he had the best medical attendance which New Orleans could afford, and the tenderest care which affection can secure for the object on which It lavishes its wealth. _ '•My father arrived last night, Gilbert, i?he said, "and you and he were together for some time, were you not?" ••We were, Cora." "Tell me, tell me then, what passed between you?" "He communicated sad news to me, Cora I A. thousand dangers threaten us. He trembles for you, and he commands our immediate departure from Louisiana. It is for that purpost that I summoned you so early. We are to start thls very morning. ~ Tou threaten mm. Doom Camilli.i— kmr "Ay, here, though this house were MtuM with Murderers. Do you think mj father, Doa Juan Moraquitos, will spare Um destroyers of his daughter's KUrht and day Cora Leslie and the mulatto slave Toby watchod beside the pillow of the wounded man. It was they and they alone, who listened to the wandering accents of delirium; they who soothed and comforted in the hour of suffering; they .who cheered and animated when the daTtger was past, and the first faint glimpses of returning health re-illumined the cheek of the invalid. The reader must understand that, aa yet the Octoroon was unaware of all the miseries of her position. Educated in England—reared upon a free soil, where slavery is unknown, she never dreamt that she would be sold because of her father's Insolvency. She had neither seen nor heard of a slave sale. How was she to imagine that she, delicately nurtured, leaderly beloved, was to be sold with all the other goods and chattels u|Don the estate? ••Come the worst, dearest father," she repeated, "wo will never part ugaiu." W—q&im M r»- 1 *• *b It «Mi  SJSSS^SSf -I T t h!- 90t %b »DClffw Hptf» IhiM Ike flplM fM to W&L WU$ *16s MflMfy ®dB® - £rtw ke sdMhMA* €fc4^ feast.!4 ***. *■ 5MI. —* 0mmmm Tiwid *D.■««•#! fM Ac mm iD , a«C^T« "Doa Juan will believe that which the Mt of New Orleana will believe, i'ou will toll your story,'bat your htlftr, fondly is be My love you, will smile at IU incredulity. Your midnight abduction, row betas brought hither to a strange boast who— very locality you will be onabie to name—your Inability to call apoa one witness to support your story— all will confirm the scandal; and your father, who, yesterday morning, refused to ooeroe your wishes, will to-morrow wmiI pan tn Wniiw m» wife " "Sooner than my father should think me the base and degraded wretch you would make me appear, I will die by my own hand, even though the disgrace of this bauat of crime were to cling to me in death; but I will not die without a struggle. Whoever the tenants of this bouse may be, there may bo one amongst them who yet retains one spark of pity— tbere may be one who would not hear a woman s voice uplifted In distress without one attempt to snccor." As she spoke she perceived a gathering look of alarm in the face of Augustus Borton. That look determined her.- "Leave Louisiana, and without him?" "Yes, without him. He is determined to stay until the last, to tight auainst ruin; but he will not have you share his danger. The carriage will be ready in a few moments, all arrangements are made. I am to take you from here to the house of the British consul, and thence, please heaven, to a free state, where I am to make you my wife." "But why does my father dismiss me thus—without one word of affection 01 farewell?" CHAITOt XXIL mmm sot »itu» «t- H «fklMd M tram hftlMpitni J«|Syp coMcrtfcw awr **D.  yaw IimU«S IWiBlt i«Miwa Gerald Leslie was away from home. When the boat carrying Gilbert Margrave, Cora, Mortimer and Toby reaohed the Pavilion, thoelanter had already departed for New York, leaving a few brief lines addressed to his daughter, telling her only that urgent business had called him from the South. The father and daugbter had therefore never met since that hour in which the Octoroon had accused Gerald Leslie of being the cause of her mother's death. Upon the day on which Silas Craig, aooompanied by the limbs of the law, entered the house of Gerald Leslie, taking with him desolation and anguish, Pauline Coral and Camlllla Moraquitoa were once more seated In the boudoir of the Spanish girl. The Amazon had sailsd from New Orleans, carrying Paul Lisimon away from danger of apprehension—away also from her he loved. :• Matters were rapidly drawing toward a crisis—within a few days the French governess was to become the bride of Jnan Moraquitos. But the wealthy Spaniard had little of the aspect of a happy bridegroom. He rarely entered the apartmenta of either his daughter or Pauline Corel, but he spent his hours in gloomy meditation in his study, and admitted no one to his presence. Camillia was cruelly distressed by this change, yet she dared not Interrogate the haughty Spaniard. Sometimes she imagined that he reproached himself for contracting a second alliance which might lesson his daughter's wealth. "If he knew how little I'care for the gold which others so value," she thought; '■if he knew how happy I could be in the humblest home shared with those I love, he would not fear to rob me of a few thousand." V* low Gerald Leslie was silent. "Nay, Cora, '' replied Gilbert Margrave, "do not accuse him. His last words were words of love, broken by sobs of anguish.""And you told him that I should consent to this parting?" He had no power to speak. Taking his daughter by the hand, he led her «j«.wn st.iirs into the lar-'«-Dt ariartraont In the Pavilion, whore Silas Craig, wit the sheriff and his assistants, were ae sembled. . CHAPTER XXV. things went at the Villa - raqul tos as calmly as if nothng out of the orinary course had CamilCutd her father constantly .he Spaniard . displayed his tbsorblng love fTil ™®and 1 '8tran«e caprice!" exclaimed CamHlia. "Grief is sometimes capricious. Tbe drfbhess doubtless, was ashamed of hei own folly, but she wished to hear whaC this woman would say of the future, which seemed so dark. What if ah* wen to prophesy the coming if an heir to that haughty house—an heir whoac coming would restore all the power of the now neglected wife? The duchess passed the following day in a state of restless excitement, eager for the (Joining hour which was to bring the fortuneteller."It was nearly midnight when Jeannette admitted the woman by a private door at the bottom of the grand staircase.„ •« «tn» ■*} hi i • II (* an* The two months (or which the bill, (or a hundred thousand dollars due to Silas CiaiK, had been renewed, were rapidly gliding away, and every day made the position o( Gerald Leslie more alarming. Cora knew nothing o( these pecuniary troubles. She thought that her (ather had deserted his home rather than to endure her reproaches, and she bitterly upbraided hersel( for the cruel wordr she had spokeqrto one whose faults were rather those of circumstances, than Inclination."I rilcl, Cora.'' The hardest heart might have beei melted as the father and daughter en tered the room. Cora, pale and treni bling, yet lovely In her pallor, robed li white, a id graceful as those lilies whU-l seemed the best emblems of her delleat beauty. "Oh, Gilbert, could you think me so base? Was it not to share my father's sufTerlhgs that I came from England to LouiMauaVand can he think that I should be so pitiful a coward as to forsake him in his hour of peril? Mo.no; while he remains his daughter will Btay by hit side; wla-n he flies she-will accompany him."' T«* ■t «i|rhU?tte 4m of • hnd of i if.!C■! trtctTMrteM u4 rMkUve Gerald Leslie, proud, calm, and erect, although despair was stamped on ever* feature of his^face. But the brutal nature of Silas Cralfc was incapable of pity; he felt only a fiendish joy in the humiliation of one who had always despised him. "I expected to sue you, Mr. Craig,' said Gerald, addresslng'the lawyer, with ley contempt, "but I thought that you would come alone. May I ask why yo& are accompanied by these people?" "Merely as a matter of precaution,' answered Silas; "I have no doubt thetDC gentlemen will find their presence useless; for of course you are prepared tc meet your engagements. You have not forgotten that this is the day that your acceptance for a hundred thousand dollars falls due. Mr. Horton has given me full power to act in his name as well M my own. Have you the money ready, my dear Mr. Leslie?" — for his daughter; - - but, a few days after the scene fn the gambling house, he announced to her hi* intention of making Pauline Corsi his wife. "Com Ums worst," she cried, "I will make the appeal!" "Beware! he cried. "The people here we not Ecrupulous.™ "I care not!" she answered. "I can bat die r ••Cora. Cora—angelic girl! Let It be as you will. I will obey you4" exclaimed the engineer. t Gilbert Margrave recovered; but he still lingered beneath Gerald Leslie's roof; for the planter had written to him from New York, thanking him earnestly for his championship of Cora, and imploring him to remain at Lake Pontchartraln until his return. The young girl's surprise at this announcement ku?w no bounds. Nothing oould have been more reuote from her thoughts than the possibility of her father's marrying a second time. She knew of his devotion to her mother - -knew the anguish that had been caused to him by Olyrapla's early death, and to hear that he was about to wed the young and frivolous Frenchwoman filled her with bewilderment.  This, then, was the fulfillment of the ambitious hopes to which Pauline Corsi had alluded. "Tell me, Gilbert, why you were to gc to your consul?" "There was something terrible in the look of the woman who crept with stealthy and silent tread over the luxurious carpets of that palace-like abode. 8he was old and haggard; her yellow skin disfigured by innumerable wrinkles; C her gray hair falling in elf locks about her low and narrow forehead. Her small eyes were surrounded by red and inflamed circles, and almost hidden by the bushy eyebrows which projected over them. Her chin was fringed with terrible gray bristles; her mouth disfigured by two enormous teeth, which resembled the fangs of a wild beast. She was a creature calculated to inspire disgust and terror, and she seemed still more horrible by contrast with the elegance around her, as she entered the superb apartments of the duchess. "There is little doubt that the maid, Jeannette. had told this woman, all the secrets of her mistress. Her task, therefore, was an easy one. She described the troubles of the past, and foretold that, before the year had elapsed, a child would be born to the *' duke and duchess. On hearing this prophecy from the lips of a miserable Impostor, the haughty Italian fell at her feet, and burst into an hysterical flood of tears. ••But you shall die in silence!" •*- claimed the planter, springing toward her, and clutching the hand which grasped the dagger. He w loo late. Her Voice rang through the building in a shrill and piercing ecre&m. In the deadly silence of the night that MMMd seemed multiplied by a thousand •'To smooth the way for our depart ure, and to conilde you to his hospital ity." — "Go, then," said Cora; "go, but without mo. Engage our berths in an English vessel. We will leave Louisiana; but we will leave with my father. Thii evening you wdl let us know the result of your mission." MM ««MMek t alaam^st « lagW horror aad leetaiag. that Un U *lhNM* rahU b^ls^WdM^Tteeth? «lr4 Uilt «l a Mall  ultl tii bw jlaj thing thwngh It was. the blade waa «f the beat Toledo steel as bsr Ba Gilbert waited, therefore, until the presence of Mr. Leslie might enable lilm to make the necessary arrangement for his marriage with the Octoroon. It was now upon the eve of the date upon which the dreaded bill of exchange was to fall due, and at eleven o'clock upon the night preceding the fatal day, Gerald Leslie returned to the Favilion upon the borders of Lake Pontchartrain. Cora had retired to rest when h»;r father arrived, but Gilbert Margrave was walking along upon the terrace, overlooking the lake upon which the mooffbeams shed their soft, luster. "But If in the meantime—" It vibrated la the furthest corner of "What can you fear? It is but for I few hours, and this evening we shal meet never to part again. See. lien comes Toby to say that the carriage ii ready. Farewell. Gilbert, ! ill you retun to tell us that all is happily arranged." The confidence commenced between Camillia and Pauline upon the day of Augustus Horton's plotted defeat had never been discontinued, and it was to the Frenchwoman alone that Camilla looked for hope and comfort. Being utterly without avarice or mercenary feelings of any kind, the announcement of her father's marriage gave no pain to Camiliia. On the contrary, it pleased her to think that he should wfa a companion Tor his declining days, and her only prayer was that Pauline might prove worthy of his affection and might learn to make him happy. Her innocent mind could little dream of the terrible secret which was Involved in this intended marriage. Again, she remembered that D10 donbt her fortune would be much reduced by this unlooked-for event; there would be, therefore, less objection to her union with Paul. To the planter's terrified ear It seemed as g i be whole city of New Orleans must have been aroused by that one woman's cry. Desperate aad infuriated he saatched the danger from Qamiilia's grasp, and placing his haad upon her mouth, was aboat to bury the weapon In her breast, when the door waa broken open by a tremendous blow from without, and three MB bant la to the room. These three mea were Captain Prendergills, of the schooner Amazon, the sailor who had carried Paul's letter to Uatnillla, and Paul Lislmon himself. "So," exclaimed the Captain, "we're right, are we? This Is where the noise eaaae from. What do you mean by it, yea thundering landlubber? How Is it that a gentleman cant take a Sing at the dice without being disturbed by a woman's squeal?" Before Augustus could answer, Paul Lisbnoa pasned aside the Captain and niacin-il fimiiii* m his arms. "MyOamlllla," he cried; "my beloved, how is this that I find you here—here, la a gambling-house at this hour of the nightr "The catriage is ready, tuassa," sale Toby, appearing at the top of the ter race steps. "Come, Gilbert; I will accompany yoD to the lower gaidcn," eaid Cora. Gerald Leslie felt the sting o! the mocking sneer wltn which these words were accompanied. Strange anomaly of human nature! The ambitious and unscrupulous being who could stoop to purchase a wealthy husband by means of a vile and guilty secret, had yet some better feelings left. Pauline loved her pupil—loved her with the light love of a selfish nature it is trae, but it is something that one spark of affection remained in her perverted nature. "Yon are sad, Camillia?" she said, as she looked up from her embroidery frame to watch the thoughtful faoe of the Spanish girl. •i sin iiui. j«iD piepareu mill in« money," h« answered; "but I have every reason to hope that the New York 6tcamer will bring the required sum bofore night." He was, therefore, the Brat to welcome Mr. Leslie, and he was not long in perceiving that some heavy trouble was weighing upon the mind of Cora's father. Tftoy aescenaea ttie steps side ay aa«, and traversed the winding pathway, followed by Toby. At the door of the carriage Gilbert Margrave clasped the Octoroon In hla arms, and, pressing her to his heart, exclaimed with emotion, my beloved I Even this brief parting is pain and anguish to me. May Heaven bless and guard you." There had been a silent spectator of the interview between Gilbert Margrave and Cora. "It U from the house of Richardson you expect the money, I believe," said Silas Oaig. "You must be fatigued after your long journey, Mr. Leslie," said Gilbert. "I feel called upon to. play the host under your own roof. Pray let us go in. Toby will prepare you some refreshments." "No, no, Mr. Margrave," answered Gerald; "I want nothing. I am too much excited to require even repose. Let us remain here—here we can converse freely. Toby is a faithful fellow, but he knows too much already of my misfortunes. Where is Cora?" 'It is." "In that case I am sorry to Inform you that a telegram has Just reached New Orleans announcing the failure of that house." Camlllla was seated with her hands lying idle In her Up, her eyes fixed vacantly upon the river, shining through the open window. ' "You are sad, Camilla?" repeated Pauline. m Ml This thought filled her with hope, and she seemed to recognize the hand of Providence In the turn which events were taking. Gerald Leslie clasped his hands in silence."The woman saw in that moment the first dim foreshadowing of a future crime. A week afterward she calb« again at the same hour. This time she saw the duchess alone, and remained with her for so long a period that Jean nette's curiosity was excited. She contrived to overhear the interview. "Once more the duchess seemed i transformed being. She no longer shul herself from the world. Gay and raD dlant she re-entered society; and In a few months the duke was informed thai he would ere long becomo a father. "On hearing this he was eager for ai immediate return to Italy, in order thaf the infant might be born upon the sot which it was by and by to inherit; but the duohpss had a strange caprice upet this point. She was determined not to leave Paris, and her husband oould not bring himself to oppose her wishes at such a time. • Was that your only resource, Mr. Leslie V" asked Craig. Gerald Leslie had been standing behind the striped blinds in his apartmenn, which overlooked the terrace, watching the meeting of his daughter and her lover. But we must retrace our steps, in order to throw a light upon the timely appearance of Paul Lislmon, Captain Prendergills, and the sailor Joe, in the seoret gambling-house in Columbia street. It will oe remembered that Camlllla Moraquitos had recognized the coppercolored visage of the sailor la the pit of the crowded Opera-house. The beautiful Spanish girl had also been recognized by honest-hearted Joe, whose breast was overflowing with gratitude for the noble handful of dollars which she had only that morning given him. Still the planter made no reply, "You see, then," continued the lawyer, "that the presence of these uentlemec Is not altogether useless. You can proceed at once to business," he added, turning to the men. Cora Leslie wondered at the silent despair of her father. Camillia aroused herself as if with an effort. "She h«B retired to rest." "Can I be otherwise," she said, "when I think of him? When I remember that he is away—I know not where—his name branded with disgrace, a wanderer and an outcast." "That is well. Poor girl! poof girl!" He sighed heavily, and relapsed into silence. He saw them descend ihe terrace steps, and he thought that Cora had readily consented to depart. "Ask dm bo questions," mattered the SgmaUk girl, "only take me from this piece. My brain Is bewildered by what Jt Imw imdorgTHMV w "Bet this man—has he dared to insult Jos to entrap you hither?' asked Paul, pointing to Augustus Horton, who stood at bay, while the Captain and the sailor threatened him with their drawn cut- The two men walked side by side up and down the terrace for some minutes without uttering a word. Gilbert Margrave was the fiist to speak. "Pardon me, Mr. Leslie," he said, "but I fear you have some cause for unhappiness. Remember how dear you and yours are to me, and do not scrupl* to confide in me, do not hesitate to command my services. They are yours tC the death." fcryw* mr« kMt, that Jtmlt4 hftgd •mmbM aalim, «lHl ttUifi mlbi •*M toy Or flje^wil CSeC*iv«Hi Is huBBO mturo " trty yMycmt^mV^Ttew jwdtefalwj S&&SSrs ®h® Irtfc A§4M fci' He heard the carriage wheels roil away upon the smooth, gravel road, and the bitterness of his feelings utterly overcamo him. "She Is gone I" he exclaimed; "gone, without casting one regretful look upon the home she is leaving. She is glad to fly with this man; she loves him; she is his! Ungrateful girl! But what then, was it not my wish? She Is saved at last. Thank Heaven for that! She is saved, and I am alone! I shall never see my child again." "Why bow your head, dearest father?" she said, "if your ruin leaves no stain upon your honor. We do not fear poverty. Let us go!" Craig looked at the Octoroon with a sardonic smile. "Sillychild! Havel not already told you that the day whioh crowns my ambition shall also crown your love?" "Ah, Pauline I If I oould but believe you I" sighed Camlllla. "And can you not believe me? Do I look like one who has po will to accom- Slish her wish? Look in my faoe, and see there Is one line that tells of weakness there?" , The Amazon was anchored In the harbor of New Orleans, and Joe had been commissioned by Paul Lislmon to deliver the letter to Camillia, and had at the same time received hla Captain's permission to take a night's holiday on shore. "I could have wished that your fathei &ad explained to you why you cannot follow him from this place, Miss Leslie," he said; "it will be a painful disclosure for me to make." '^flehas." "Yoa hear this fainting girl," exclaimed Paul, still holding Camlllia clasped In bis left arm, while with, hla right he felt for a pistol in the pocket ol his waistcoat " My noble boy, you have already proved that,'* exclaimed Gerald Leslie. •• Gilbert Margrave, I am a ruined man. My journey to New York has been • useless one. 1 went to endeavor tc raise a sum of money which would fre« me rrom my embarrassment, but 1 found trade in a state of convulsion from the threatened war between the North and South, and my mission failed. I have now but one hope. The house of Richardson, of Broadway, have promised, If possible to advance the sum I require. The money is to arrive by the next steamer. But even this is a forlorn hope, for, when I left New York, dark rumors were afloat of the approaching bankruptcy of that very firm. If this should happen, I am utterly lost. I shall remain to the very last to struggle against evil fortune, but I must remain •lone. Tell me then, Mr. Margrave, do you still persist In your proposal for my daughter's hand?" " Can you doubt It?" "With a perfect knowledge of her story - remembering that she is the offspring of a slave—that sho is an Octoroon !*' Camillia raised her eyes to the face of her late governess with an earnest and wondering gaze. "What, air?" exclaimed Cora, looking alternately from the lawyer to hei fat her. "Within a twelvemonth from the first visit of the fortune teller, a i-hild was born and reared in the ducal mansion. I was that child. Caressed and Indulged from my earliest Infancy; nursed in luxury and elegance, I was happy, for I had much of the frivolous nature of my native Paris; but, child as I I knew that I was not beloved. "I saw the looks of other women as they hung over their children, and I kne w that such glances of affection neve* rested upon me. The duke loaded me with presents, but he never embraced me as I had seen other fathers embrace their children, and I felt that somo gem was wanting in the diadem of happiness. Years passed; I grew to early girlhood, and for the first time I knew what It was to love. A young artist, who had been engaged to paint my portrait, fell in love with me, and his passion was  For the first and only time I too loved; devotedly, enduringly. The painter, though handsome, honorable, highminded. distinguished, was driven from that ducai mansion with scorn and contumely. What greater sin could he have committed? He had dared to love the daughter of one of Italy's proudest noblemen."This was the first bitter wrong of my life. The pride of others trampled on my hopes of happiness, and at sixteen years of age my breast was imbittered by a blighted affection. My lover wrote me a letter of despairing farewell and left the country for America. To this day I know not to what part of the mighty continent he went." Overpowered by his grief he sunk into a chair, while his head fell forward on his clasped hands. He had remained thus for some moments, when the door behind him was gently opened, and a soft footstep stole toward him. With his pockets full of money the sailor was determined to enjoy himself, and, attracted by the blue of lights and brilliant crowd, he had strolled into the Opera-house. Youthful as was that countenance, delicate as were the features and complexion, brilliant though the azure of the eyes, there was a look of decision, a glance of determination rarely seen in the faces of strong men. Gerald Leslie clasped her in his arms. "My daughter was born in England, Mr. Craig," he said- "She has nothing to do with this business!" "Prend-rgllls— Joe!—you are witnesses of the place In which we hare found the only daughter of Don Juan Moraquitos! There is some foul plot here, and that man, Augustus Hortoa, Is the mover of It. Tomorrow, sir, you shall account tome for this." "Your memory fails you this morning, Mr. Leslie," answered 8ilas ; • "youi daughter was born on this plantation, and 1b the child of a certain Quadroon *lav®, called Franclllia. The proofs are in my possession." "What of that?" asked Cora; ' what matters whether 1 was born in England or Louisiana?" Hera, the entertainment being not very much to his liking, he amused himself by staring at the aadlence. It was then that he perceived Camillia Moraquitos. From the moment of recognizing her he scarcely ever took his eyes from the box In which she was seated. Was she not the sweetheart of his Captain's particular friend, the new first mate of the Amazon, and was It not therefore his duty to look after her? He saw Augustus Horton leaning over Camiilia's chair, and Immediately set him down as aamirer of the lady, and a rival of Paul Llslmon. There was a power for good or evilterrible, Incalculable, If omploDed for the latter—the power of a great intellect and an unyielding will. '• "Pauline!" exclaimed Camilla, are an enigma." He raised bis bead, and beheld bis daughter kneeling at bis feet. WkBVt mbMlhK «( 4I: 4umIB *Ttwr tatixh. New Cmmi ww «mm5 *£miimm «♦*attaTi The planter laughed mockingly. "Acwwt to you, Mr. l*aul Lisimon ; to you —« thief! an escaped felon ! Ike citizens ot Louisiana do not croea swords with such as you. You would have done wfeer to keep clear of New Orleans. Above all it would have been better for you bad you refrained from crossing my Bbo twined her arms about bis neck, and he clasped her to his heart with passionate emotion. • "you "Not so," answered the governess, her clear blue eyes.- dilating, he; lip quivering with suppressed emotion. "Not bo, Camlliia; I am an Injured woman." "Cora," he exclaimed; "Cora, is it you?" "Dearest father, how could you think that your daughter would consent to d»» part without yoa I" "Alas, alas, my unhappy child!" murmured Gerald. The lawyer took a memorandum-book from his Docket. "Injured!" "Since your father will not enlighten you, Miss Leslie," he said, "the law must answer your question." He opened the book and read aloud from oue of its payes: •'Yes. You, whose life has been smooth as yonder river, sleeping beneath the sunshine that gilds its breast —you have never known what it is to writhe beneath a *fDnse of injury—to feel that your whole C-xistenco has been blighted by the cri;nt»C of others. There •re wrongs that eau transform an angel to a fiend; so do no i wonder when you see me cold, heartless, ambitious, designing. My nature was poisoned by the events of my youth. I said that I would one day tell you my story. Shall I tell It you now?" "Yes, Pauline, yes; if it is not painful to yoa." "It is painful: but I &*D! a savage pleasure In the pain. I gnash my teeth at the remembrance of the old and bitter wrongs; but I love to recall them, for the thought of tbem makes me strong. Have you ever wondered at my past history, Oamlllia?" "Never." path." He touched a bell In the wall behind him, and it rang through the house with % thrill peal. ••Now, Mr, Lisimon," he said, "we "But, my father, why this terror, this agitation? What is it you fear1" "Nnthine. nn*hinir Por» Sh*il nof I oe nere to guard and save you? My Cora, my darling, you love me then, you forgive me?" "Forgive you? My father, it Is I who would ask forgiveness." By and by he saw the planter leave the box to order the carriage at the close of the performance. " 'The children of a slave belong to the owner of the mother.' In other words," added the lawyer, as he replaced the book in his pocket, "Mr. Leslie Is your master as well as your father; you are, therefore, his property, or that of his creditors." are quite." Determined to watch to the last, he quitted the pit at the same moment, and reached the portico before the theater in" time to see Augustus and Camillla enter the carriage that was waiting for them. k |Darty of about twenty men crowded into the room. The bell had sumiijonod them from the gaming-table. cried Augustus Ilorton; "I call upon you ar citizens of New Orleans to secure the persons of these three men who l.ave this moment made a murderous at'aek upon my life, and endeavwvd to carry away this lady, who Is here aader my protection. One of them it an rs.-aped felon from the Jail of thif city" « . *v WricsC*'Vm « • Wt Mm fWm ImafrtlM. Kr w «ftC "I remember nothing but that I love her, and would have her no other than she 1b." Once more the planter strained her to his heart. " I was not mistaken in you. Gilbert Margrave," replied Mr. Leslie, with suppressed emotion, " you are a man of honor, and It Is to that honor I confide. You must fly from New Orleans with Cora, We must not expose her to the violence of a populace, furious against her because of her fatal birth—because she Is a slave. The word does not cause you the horror It Inspires in me, yet you are no doubt aware that the oondltion of the child la the same as that of the mother." "Father 1" cried Cora, wildly; "do you hear what this man says? You are Bllent! Oh, heaven, it is then true 1" He also heard the brief dialogue that passed between them at the door of the vehicle. OBtf «( rtty. «Bl ft Ik WUnr 'IK TSJUl -i^ itk. t* wmm mm' 4art* IliM W Mf ilKKJfc C■ mttx WT taMvt-fcm' tk. fc w v» s»«M iMt llinaT "This moment repays me for all I have suffered," he exclaimed, "Oh, Heaven, I am too happy 1" Then rising with a gesture of terror, he cried, "Happy, did I say? Happy, when—hark 1" He paused, clasping Cora in his arms, and listening intently. The voices of several men were to be heard in the vestibule below, and at the same time hurried footsteps sounded on the stairs. Toby rushed breathless into the room. Bat the indignation of the honest Sftilor was unbounded when he Baw Augustas take his neat in the carriage by the side of Camillia. For a moment her anguish overcame her; then, turning to Craig, she said: "What, then, would you do with me, t ■ Tk» gamlilcrs, who were slmont all in »mw iesn* intnxl«tr4, mud* a rush tl r*wl iWl hi* onmpuinn*, hut (hfjr were ■ an) of tli'tii luutrirKHl and tho**D wlic carried knives flourished them without Mt, *toihw nw. Remember, it Is for Mfo or death" Thru flinging the Blender form at Chtnillia across to Shoulder, the young Hmlm Dim himself in the midst of the infuriated crowd, and pMol In hand, -heMty marie for the door. Thi* point gained. he rtaod npon the Uw'iiihnU with his haek M the Mending the grxrand Inch fcy Inch, until |nln«d by Pnndnrpll* and 4m. The reel «m eomfiarntively easy. The thine m fonght their way bee* «nC along the pannage, down the winding fWrnw to the Riiwt door. Here Wey were for n namil tattled by the nnMj «C the sgHng which ctoeei the sir?" "Alas, my poor child," answered Silas, with affeoted oompasslon, "you will be sold with the others." Ho thought that his Captain's new friend was betrayed, and immediately resolved to know the truth. With a shriek of horror the Octoroon bu/led her faoe upon her father's breast. As the carriage drove off, he flung himself into Ihe roadway, almost under the hoofs of the horses of other vehicles, in order to follow that which oontained Camillia and the planter. In ihis manner he pursued it until it turned out of the principal thoroughfare."Poor Pauline!" "A twelvemonth after this, Jeannette, the servant of the duchess, died; and on her death-bed she sent for the duke and confided to him a terrible secret. I was not the daughter of the duchess, but * spurious child, born of .low parents, and introduced into the ducal mansion by the old Parisian fortune-teller." "Oh, mass*, massa, the dreadful day has come at last 1 Mr. Craig is below with the sheriffs; he has come to take possession of the estate—of all!" "Already?" exclaimed Gerald Leslie; "then we are lost." "Sold!" she exclaimed, in a stilled voice; "soldi" "I was born beneath a princely roof, oradled in the luxury of a palace; the man I called my father was a duke—the woman, whose gorgeous beauty smiled upon my infancy, was a duchess 1" "They were your parents?" exclaimed Oamillta. "But why not affranchise her?" " Affranchise her!" exclaimed Gerald Leslie. " Would the law permit me? No, I cannot purchase her freedom until she attains her thlrtinth year, unless indeed I could have my motives approved by the magistrate of the parish and three-fourths of a Jury. And do you think those motives would be approved at such a time as this, when the public mind is Infuriated against all thom who would weaken the bonds of. slavery? You shudder to behold the love of a father powerless against the laws of this lati i. It is »»r i. , i t tr The mulatto Toby stood by, contemplating the scene with mute despair. "Mr. Craig," said Gerald Leslie, "will not all that I possess suffice to pay the debt I owe? Why this useless cruelty? Do you fear that the produce of the sale will not be enough to repay you? If it should be so, I swear to you that I will employ the last hour of my life to endeavor to liquidate your claim. If, then, there yet remains one sentiment of pity in your heart, do not rob me of my child4" '•If I were disposed to grant your prayer, Mr. Leslie," answered Silas, ,Jlhe law 1s Inexorable. All must be sold." •Mis havcsislHdt* nsn jas and npsMnaJNTXpr hsrthi|NjJJ» tnege ♦ utaai. and —'JJ uneii ■ w«4 Is why I en*h The agitation of the morning had been too much for the Octoroon; this last shock completely prostrated her, and she sunk, fainting, into her father's arms. Then, favored by the obscurity of the street and the darkness of the night, he sprang forward, and, clambering like a monkey, contrived to seat himself on the board at the back of the vehicle. "I was taught to think so. They were of the Italian race, and sprang from 000 of the most powerful families of the south—a family whose pride had become a proverb throughout Italy. "They had been married for some years, and had grown weary of hoping for an heir to the ancient name which, if they had died without posterity, would have become extinct. Disappointed in his hope of perpetuating his noble race, the duke had grown indifferent to his beautiful wife; nay, something worse than indifference had arisen—something bordering on dislike, which, in spite of his efforts, he was unable to conceal. The duchess came of a house almost as noble as that of her husband. She was a haughty and imperious woman and she was not slow to perceive this change in the manner of the duke. She discovered, that In the very prime of her youth and beauty she was despised by her husband. The bitterness of this discovery changed her very nature. Kvery day she grew more haughty, more exacting, more oaprlclous. Shs shut herself from the gay world in which she had been admired, and abandoned herself to a mute but terrible despair." "Poor woman, shs suffered!" murmured Camlllla. "She did. She wm wroaaed. but It did "Oh Heaven, how terrible 1" . "It was indeed terrible. The fury of the duke knew no bounds. He was a proud man, and for seventeen years he had been duped, fooled, imposed upon by the ohild of some wretched Frenchwoman—the child he had Introduced into the society of the noblest in the land,. and whose beauty and accomplishments had been his boast. He had never loved me; there was no link of affection between us to stay the torrent of his rage. That rase was more terrific against me, the innocent 1 than even toward the guilty duohess. He drovu me from his doors with loathing, and I, the pampered heiress, wandered forth into the streets of Genoa, a beggar and an outcast. Before I reached the gates of the town I was overtaken by the steward of the duke, who brought me a pocket-book from his master. It contained notes to the amount of three thousand pounds. My first impulse was to cast it in the dirt beneath my feet, and to bid the steward go back and tall his lord how I had treated his generous donatiod; but a sudden idea took possession ef me. This sum of money would enable me to go wher« I pleased. I might go to America—I might find him I loved. Two months after this I landed In New York. I traveled from oltv to city, but nowhere could I (TO BX CONTINUED,) He was sufficiently well acquainted with New Orleans to recognize the quarter through which they drove; and when the carriage stopped, he Bllpped noiselessly from his position, and, lurking in the shaduw, watched Camillia and Augustus as they entered the gamblingbouse."My daughter T cried Gerald: "my child—Toby, the child you nursed—Is there no escape, no way to save her?" The mulatto wrung his hands in silent anguish; then, with a gleam of hope Illuminating his dusky (ace, he exclaimed—«• It Is infamous," exclaimed QUbert, - (rat. what Is there to be doner' ••No, no; who could question your right to do aa you pleaso In the matter 1" ••You forget," answered the lawyer; "you forget the fifty thousand dollars due to Augustus Horton; I am here to represent his Interests as well as my own." " You must leave Louslana. Your marriage on* only take place In a free state, for here you cannot make Cora roar wife without swearing that yon have negro btood in your veins. See the British consul, obtain from him the means of leaving In safety, and implore htm to grant Oora a shelter at his house until you're ready to leave New Orleans. Yon can conduct her thither at daybreak to-morrow. Closely veiled, she will at that early hour escape observation. To you I con Me the task of preparing her for this stop. You will have little diffloulty la persuading her, for she loves you, and she will leave Louisiana without one pang of regret." "Nay, Mr Leslie," said the young mm; 'yon wrong her, believe me.—" Gerald Leslls checked him by a rapid ••Stay, massa; the garden below this communicates with the plantation; If we could reach that they could never find us. They are all below In the vestibule—wait, wait!" He rushed from the room, leaving Oerald Leslie in utter bewilderment aa to what h6 was about to do; but in three minutes he appeared at the open window of the apartment, standing at the top of a ladder. He saw enough to oonvince him that some description of treachery was on foot, and that In any case. Paul Lislr mon'e happiness was la danger. The carriage drove off without the black coachman having noticed Joe; and the sailor had ample time to examine the •xterkir of the house, and the street In which it was situated. *iwy mi Mtto wrxSkn «S« if 11hD h«Dt * *•»*•- ttM WW." * »*I!Ldk««r V *» H»aMaiML «*." fit® «i w«««y «B to "Augustus Horton," cried Cora; "you hoar, father, you hear. It Is to deliver me to him that they would separate me from you." "Reassure yourself, Miss Leslie," said Silas Craig; "the law requires that the slaves upon a property snail be sold by public auction. That auotion will take place at noon tomorrow. Mr. Leslie has only to repurchase you—it he can command the means." He recognized the locality as Columbia street. Then, without a moment's hesitation, h« ran to the quay, and got a boat to oonveyhlm on hoard tho Amazon. "See, massa," he cried, "we will sava her yet. Oivs her into Toby's arms, and he will save her, though his own life pays the price of her liberty." It was too late. As the faithful mulatto stretched forth his arms to receive the prostrate form of the unoonsoioua girl, a harsh voloe In the garden below exclaimed; Late as it was, neither Paul aor tho Captain had retired, to rest. They were both seated In the oabln, with a pile of charts before them, and the young lawyer was taking a lesson lB navigation. Joe lost no time in relating what he had inat witnessed: and ten minutes sl- But Cora heard him not. * The name of Augustus Horton awakened all her terror of the persecution ol a base and heartless profligate. She Imagined herself already la tDta "What are you up to, there, you nlg» rnrf I HA* YOU. If «««!• rati