Pittston Gazette

              MMHLWHHP ISM. trub.XLI.1*.*. D Oldest NewsDaDer in the Wvomine Valley. PITTSTON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 8, 1889. A Weekly Local and Family ]ouma liKiKH AAAI X In Adtaiee V " • : a  found some plot to get them from him; be therefore secured them in a small leathern portmanteau, the look of which would have defied the cleverest thief in America. The Father's Love. a. muie gnastiy sigot naa never ueen ■hone upon by the bright summer sun, whose beams stole into the apartment through the Venetian shutters, and 11- . luminal oil the blood-fitained floor, on w hicii the suicide was stretched. uj a secret passage witn ine omce or Silas Craig." "Impossible!" Horton. iuaiD ooruerea tne river. ! The sun was fading behind the trunks of the trees, and the wood was lonely as .! some primeval forest. 1 They had walked for some little distance, when they came suddenly upon the iigure of a negro, reclining at the foot of an immense Americau oak. He started to his feet as they approached, and Paul recognized the man with whom he bad that morning struggled, Tristan, the slave belonging to the late Don Juan. The negro glared at him with a savage expression in his distended eyeballs. •'It is you," he cried, "you—you! Yon haunt me whenever I go. I had come here to die." "To die?" •'Yes. I have poison here,' he said, clutching at some object in the breast of his sbirt. "I overheard all this morning, and I should have been your ruin, had you not overpowered me. I would have burnt the evidence of your birth. I would havQ prevented your union with Camillla Moraquitos—with her I love?" "You are mad, Tristan." "Yes, I am mad. What can that slave be but mad who dares to love his mistress? I would grovel upon the earth, and suffer her foot to trample on my neck. I would die a thousand deaths, but I am mad, and I love her. I have loved her from those happy hours when she was a little child by yonder sunny river, and I was her plaything, her dog, her slave, but still her companion; and now she loathes and despises tha wretched slave, sh» loves another, and mad Tristan has come into this forest to die." gum;, jtuut viuiuhu s tiaiure revolts m euca wonls as these. Why do you not speak? You were once my daughter's friend; for pity's take remember that I" During the whole of this dialogue Adelaide Hortoo had sat perfectly still, bet head bent over her work, as if ehe heard nothing of what was Roing forward; but a close observer might have perceived that her bosom heaved with suppressed emotion and that her small hand trembled as she endeavored to continue hei We have little more to say, Those ol whom we hare written, live to receive the reward of their own actions. *-•* **• oui t-ue ronesuumess or Hi. bos sorter upsot me an' mM&a me t day Sam waa further off th*n I c'iated on." exclaimed Augustus "TOO LATE/ My lit ieaon. who looked fnm thought ul eyta, An.l mooed »'Cd spoke In quivr, eruw; - ip »is--, H .vii.g my law the -t»»eutti time d.ntobej'tii, I struck him, im d.smissed Wii h d words ano unliss d- H s mother, who *aa patlen-, being dead Thru (e*fcii£iest lib grief should hinder sit ep, I visited hi- bed. But founl him slumbeiirg deep, With darD ened ejelidsand thkr lashes yCt From bis l te sobbing wtt. \. Aad I with moan. Kissing aw*y his tears, left o'Uei s of my o D n; To' ou a ta-'le drawn beside his he id, Be had pat within his rvaca A box of counters and a rei-veined stone, "Ay, the secret has been well kept; and it is a secret that was only to have been known to me when the hand of Death wa6 on my lips to seal them to eternal silence. But the ways of Providence are inscrutable. The day arrived upon which our debt to this man became due. At twelve o'clock on that day I called, delivered to him the sum of one hundred thousand dollars in bill* of exchange, and received his written acknowledgement of the money. This done I left as light as a feather, A load was removed from my mind, and I determined to spend a day of enjoyment. I dined with some friends at an hotel, and after sitting late over the table, and drinking a good deal of wine, we ad{ournod to the gambling-house in Co4umDia street." Oora is a happy wife in onr own dear native land—happy in the society of the fai her she loves, secure in the devotion of her proud English husband. "There wan nothing in the story I" Thus the people said, But they load her name wfth glory Now that she la dead: cal- The key. he attached to a thin gold chain, which he wore under his waistcoat, and which held the locket containing Camilla's portrait; the locket which bad been observed by Augustus Hortcn. Having done this Paul looked at his cratch "But what wil] you dp if Sam afirt fa Denver?" asked the farmer Upon the table in the center of the room, lay a letter addressed to Paul Crivelli. Camiilia and Paul are the stars of a Parisian circle. Rich, accomplished and handsome, the young Spaniard and his wife are admire land car-ssod by all who know them, b-it they have no frien*9 whom, they admire with the same affection us Auoanii and Pauline Tremlay. "Were the verses worth the readingf Hush' she wrote for bread Every line seems full of pleading, Kow that she is dead "1 hev put my faith in Providence," she answered simply, &iyl, the.stronger fmld not mar that trast by ecy word of waAiilg. He gave her his address a& he"got'C#at the Nebraska Une.andtoklher to send him word if she needed heiji. warm hand clasp he parted from hgr to join the phantom in her memorj-of ."folks that .had bin kind to her, God bless'em/and ftreiPttM train went rumbling on. ==»Eas=as«t; The Ink of the superscription was still wet, though the hand which had fash, ioned the characters was now that of a corpse. The whole business had only occupied half an hour; he had therefore an hour and a half to wait before his interview with Don Juan Moraquitos. Pauline Corsi had forbidden him to leave his apartments until summoned to that interview. work. Weary Augers, temples throbbing. Heart that weighed a» lead. Eyelids used to slumber robbing, Ah I and now she's dead I Paul tore open the envelope, and read the words written within. The suicide's letter ran thus: This had not been lost on Mortimei Percy, who had been for some time intently watching his cousin. Suddenly she raised her head in ordei to reply to Gerald Leslie. THE END ••You have been told a secret, which my guilt has kept from you for thiiteen years. I do not ask you to forgive me, for you know not, and you will never know what you have to forgive; I go to seek mercy from a higher tribunal than thoM which meet on earth. I could not live to blush beneath the glance of mj nephew. You love my poor Camillia; make her happy, and the spirit of him who has wronged you will bless you even in death. She will be as rich as yourself. Ifyourlove for the daughter, can ever prompt you to think with less anger of the father s guilt, you will be showing mercy to the unhappy wretch who write* these lines. O ye people, how your scorning Filled her wwil with dread I "Let me sleep," she moaned; and morning Came, and found her dead' "I can only answer you in the words Saved by Seaweed. But many of the passengers bail Httened to her story and ware interested, and they mim to sit with her. He took up a book, but was unable to concentrate his attention upon the of my brother, Mr. Leslie," she said; "1 cannot restore Cora Leslie to you even if I would, for she is no longer mine. I, too, have given her away." Augustus started at these words. "You, Adelaide I" he exclaimed. "Yes! You gave her to me for a lady's maid. I had been long seeking for an opportunity of repairing the injury whfch ] did her upon that fatal day when I (allowed a school girl s folly to get the better of my reason. I have given her to her husband, Gilbert Margrave 1" She rose as Bhe said this and opened the door of an adjoining apartment and beckoned to some one within. The fast India spice laden clipper ship Anahuac, 118 days out from Ceylon, was sighted Thursday by the tu? Hercules off the capes of -the Delaware, leaking badly, and wae towed to New York. She bad on board a cargo of spices worth $1,000,000, and the ship was saved from foundering on the voyage in a curious manner. On the ship's second day out from Ceylon it was noticed that the vessel was leaking. The leak gradually increased off the Cape of Good Hope, after a severe westerly gale with a mountainous sea. The water gained rapidly and the course of the vessel was turned toward St. Helena. But still the leak increased to twenty inches per hour, and Capt. Welden seriously contemplated abandoning the vessel, and he probably would have done so had not the vessel reached the gulf stream current where the drift seaweed worked itself into the cre*ioer A pinos of giaaa abraded by tne boaob, Amd six or "even shells, A b itie with blue bells, Ami mo Kronen eopp r coin*, r uigad there w careful art, To comfort his sad heart. 80 whaa that night I prayed To God, I wept aad s*id: „ Ah, whea at bat we lm with tranced breath. Not Tenia* The® la death, And Thou rwsambereM of what toys oar Joys, How weakly audcntool Thy groat commanded good, The,.. fatherly, not lees Thaa I whom Tfcoa baa molded from th- clay. ThoaTt leave Tht wrath, and say, "I will to sorry for their chll Jbhnfs*." —Coventry Patmo A MTOMT Or KLArXMY DATS. Kindly Judge, then, those who, living, In her fooutepa tread. Praiaes, too lat" In the giving, Come but uD the dead: —Chambers' Journal. One pale little lad In the front urned round th«m«ud © answer her smile. He was going to &e lew country for health aiyi wealth, poor lad, »ly to and eternal rest in tbe*any land, "She probably Brought those boys up," h( thought, "and denied her Ufa fttr them. I she to die unrewarded, J oronderi r Then ;annot be any good In the worH ft that b *D." He thought of her aaritoofc oiit hi Door puree; there was.so little money in it ' ' '' ' * ' ' 'stow pag.'S. A low couch stood near the open window, and Paul threw himself upon the cushion, aud abandoned himself to reflection.There was a brief pause; but Silas Craig never stirred from his abject attitude, never attempted by either word or gesture, to contradict the speaker. "We played for some hours, but my friends were not such inveterate gamesters as myself and they grew weary of the demoniac fever. After persuading me to quit the place with them, thev at last lost patience with my folly and" departed, leaviDg me still at the fatal green cloth. It was by this time four o'clock in the morning. I had drunk a great deal, and I had been losing money. My head was bewildered; my brain dizzy, and my temper soured by my losses. The room was almost deserted, "but still I eat with my eyes fixed upon the game, madly endeavoring to retrieve my losses. At thi6 crisis a great brawny fellow opposite to me. a Frenchman, ventured to insult me. Tipsy as I was, I was iir no humor to brook this, I sprung toward him to chastise his insolence, and a fight ensued, in which I was getting the worst of it when one of the bystanders interfered, and suggested that we should resort to small swords, and finish the business In a more gentlemanly manner." "It was a plot 1" said Gerald Leslie. "It was 1 A villainous and foul plot, concocted by yonder stricken wretch, Stupefied and bewildered I let them do what they pleased with me, and I knew nothing of what happened till I found a duelling sword In my hand and saw that my adversary was armed in the same fashion. By this time the room was entirely deserted, except by my antagonist, the other man, and myself. This other man—the same who had suggested onr using swords—opened a door in the wall, a dcor which I had never before perceived, and pushed me into a long, dimly lighted corridor, which was also strange to me. The door closed behind us, and we hurried along the oorridor for some distance, until we were stopped by the stranger who had taken upon himself the management of the business. He placed us opposite to each other, put the swords into our hands and gave us the signal to begin. I felt in a moment tnat I was a lost man. My head spun round. In the dim light I could scarcely see my adversary's face, as the lamps were so arranged that what light there was fell full upon mine. In vain I tried to parry his thrusts. I had been twice wounded slightly in the shoulder, when the lights were suddenly extinguished and I felt tbe sharp pang of a stab from a long and slender sword. He did not mean to sleep, but the in01 ning was hot and sultry; and exhausted by excitement and by long nights of fatigue, his eyes closed and he fell into a slumber. TFTE RUNAWAY. "Would they put her in the asylum," she -wondered, "If they caught ber." Folks would surely think she was crazy, i She stopped at the stone wall to rest, and looked back timorously at the old familiar scene, While he lay in that strange state of semi-consciousness, which Is nelthei sleeping nor waking, he fancied he saw a dark figure glide softly in at the door of the chamber and conoeal itself behind the ample folds of the window curtains. This figure entered the room with so noiseless a tread, and disappeared so quickly, that Paul, whose eyes had been half closed all the time, thought the apparition formed part of his dream. He fell into a deep slumber, from which he was suddenly aroused by the shutting of the door of his apartment. This door had been closed so quietly, that the sound would have been unheard by an ordinary sleeper; but the overstrained state of the young man's nerves was such that a whisper would have awakened him. ••Juan Moitaqttitos." too, every cent madea big .hole jufc'is but the consciousness of a good deed was wortl something. "I mayn't hate thechance to dC many more," thought the lad/buttopiog hii worn overcoat _ " mSttSiS4"' "Tlo Samuel Biair '-for he hed cangbt th« name from her talk—"Your Aunt ffun.K Blair, of Maine, is on the W. tuM W*. trail •otiling to you." It was oniy a stmw,tw». vine CHAPTER XXXII. Gilbert Margrave and Cora Leslie entered the room. Far behind her stretched the meadow, a symphony of olive and green in the late fall Here and iiiere by a sunken bowlder CtooCl soldiery golden rod, or berry bushes clothed now in scarlet and gold. At intervals In the long slope stood solitary trees, where flutter ing, brittle leaves fell in the gentle chill air. lu summer time she remembered well the hay makers rested in the shade, and the jug with ginger water she made for the men was kept there to be cooL ET us return to SBP the moment at ■ which Silas Craisz received from the hands of William Bowen, his aecom plice and B na£) tool, the docu-19B merit which he * had fully be- "My brother did not think of searching his own house for the runaway slave,' said Adelaide, smiling "Tbo abduction of .last night was planned by Mr. Margrave and myself, and It was agreed that he should briug her here as the last plane in which her pursuers would be likely to seek her." of the ship's bottom, stopping the leak and giving all hands an opportunity to rest. As long aa possible the vessel was kept in this great current of water, and then her course was shaped toward the capes. On arriving off the coast the leak again increased, and when found by the Hercules the ship was leaking at the rate of twenty-four inches an hour. To the drift seaweed alone do the owners owe the salvation of one of the finest vessels in the world's merchant marine and one of the most valuable cargoes a sailing venel has ever brought to America. She had on board over 4,000 tons of Ceylon spices, val ued at $1,000,000.—Philadelphia Record. The glaring eye# of the negro had bo much of the fire Of insanity in their savage light, that the two young men thought he was indeed mad. "Tristan, Tristan!" said Paul, imploringly."Beware," cried the slave, snatching a knife from his breast. "Beware how you cross my path! You are unarmed, and, strong as you are, feeble against the strength of madness. Avoid me, if you value your own safety; jou, Paul Crivelli, above all others, should shun me, for I hate you. Avoid me then, if you would not tempt me to destroy you." . He uttered a wild cry, and sprang toward Paul, with the knife uplifted in his powerful right hand, but the two young men were prepared for the blow, and while Armand Tremlay seized the band holding the dagger, Paul twisted a silk handkerchief into a bandage, with which they bound the arms of the negro. Secured thus, they conveyed him back to New Orleans. The violent paroxysm of madness had passed, and the wretched man was as quiet as a child. They took him to the Villa Moraquitos, where they placed him under the care of his mother, assisted by a powerful nv.gro, belonging to the household. "Restore him to reason, Zarah," said Paul, "and as soon as he has recovered, I will give you both your liberty." "Good, generous massa, and we shall go back to Africa?" "You shall." Mortimer Peicy started from his chair, and, crossing the room, olasped hU cousin in his arms. - . .. 4 WMlj night blow it to tjie right oae after all When he was sitting there after* Mi me* sage had gone ob its way, abe taaned o%« and handed him a peppermint drop froa; a package in ha- pocket " "Yo* don't look strong, dwH" ■&» nid; "hain'tye po folks with J**" "None on earth." - ; "We're both lone ones," eh* "an' how sad it he there ain'tno one to fuss orer ye. An' be ke»rful of the dntfteyAnd keep flannel alius ou your chist; Wat ls'good fu' the lungs." SJa#W J«di 'ate." Another night of weary slumber Heved to be destroyed. It is thus that the wicked are always departed-and betrayed by their allies The old phrase, "Honor among thieves," is a false and delusive one. "Did you indeed do this, Adelaide?' he exclaimed; "did you indeed? And will forgive me for my conduct? Heaven knows what pain it has given me, for I have always loved you dearly." "I deserved all I have suffered, Mortimer," replied Adelaide, disengaging herself R'-ntlv from her cousin's enthusiastic em braco; -but I have done ail in power to icpair the error of a moment Cora is free; free to sail for England with her betrothed husband." She seemed, as she sat there, to remember everything. The house was all right, she was sure of that; the key was under the kitchen door mat, the fire was out in the stove, and the cat locked in the barn. BYHXB8 K. E. BBADDON. V —— i The room was darkened by the closed Venetian shutters, which excluded the burning sun. and left the apartment in shadow. Among the dishonest there can be no honor. The same impulse which prompts them to cheat and deceive their victims, will, at apother time, Induce them to cheat each other. (06KTI5UKD.) CHAP IER XXXI She held her work hardened hand to her ride, panting a little, for it was a good bit of a walk across the meadow, and she was 80 years old on her last birthday The cows feeding looked homelike and pleasant "Good-by,- critters," she said, aloud, ■'meny'fc the time I've druv ye borne an' milked ye, an' I alius let ye eat by the way, nor never hurried ye as the boys done." With a farewell glance she went on again, smoothing as she walked the scattered locks of gray hair falling under the pumpkin hood, and keeping her scant black gown oat of the reach of briers. Across another field, then op through a leafy lane where the wood was hauled in winter,, then out through • gap in a stump fence, with its great branching arms like a petrified octopus, to the dusty high road. Not a soul in sight in the coming twiBght. John, the children, and the scolding wile who made her so unhappy would not be home for an hour yet, for East Mills was a long drive. AUL LISIMOS 1 'v e the l^e',a,n p*umanner of one who scarce knows whether he is awake or dreaming; but the entrance ot the Captain of the Amazou obliged the young man to recover from the tomporary stupor into which he had been thrown. Paul sprang to his feet and looked about him. The chamber was empty. He tore aside the window curtains, bat there was no one lurking behind their voluminous draperies. His next impulse was to look to the safety of the portmanteau. It was gone. He had placed It on a chair near the oouch, on which he lay, but the chair was empty. A Self Winding Clock. Thus it was with the unscrupulous overseer, William Bowen; so long as his employer had paid him for his silence he was content to suppress the guilty secret of the money which Silas Lad received from Philip Treverton, but on the first occasion of the attorney's refusing to supply him with funds, he was ready to turn round and bt-tray him. The New Haven Clock company, after a year or two of experiment, have at last perfected a piece of mechanism which, if it does not realize the desire for perpetual motion, seems at least to be a step in that direction. They are now manufacturing and about to put on the market a self winding clock. "Dear, generous girl,'' murmured the Octoroon, taking Adelaide's hand in hen "far away, in that free and hapnv coun' tcy, I shall remember your noble ooir duct." "And you shall see us in Englaai before long, my dear Miss Leslie, said Mortimer, "if my cousin will allow hei most penitent swain to conduct her on a bridal tour through Europe. Mr. Lealie, you, I suppose, will accompany your daughter to England." "I shall." replied Gerald: "thanks to tne providential return of my dear friend and partner here, I shall be rich enough to establish myself on British ground, leaving to him the cares of the plantation." "Which will be heavy enough to keep him out of gambling houses," said Philip Treverton, with a smile. Augustus Horton felt that his defeat and humiliation were complete. He had no alternative but to put the best possible face upon the matter, and he was wise enough to accept this alternative with a tolerable grace. '•Mr. Margrave," he said, "letall ill will be forgotten between us. Miss Leslie will tell you that all is fair in lore as in war. We have played a desperate game for the sake of yonder lady's smiles, and I have lost. So be it. I can but submit to my defeat, and congratulate you upon your superior fortune. There is my hand." Gilbert and Augustus shook hands. Both men felt the hollowness ot the ceremony. In coo The motive power is furnished by electricity generated by two Leclanche cells, which do the work effectively for from twelve to eighteen months without removal The mechanism is simple in the extreme. Much of the ordinary clock is omitted and little remains save the escapement wheel The clock is wound every hour by a current from the two cells of the battery, working through a pair of magnets. The main wheel, which revolves once an hour, connects the current at every revolution. cramped seats, and then the; plain began tc be dotted with villages, and soda' appeared the straggling outskirts of a city, the smota of mills, the gieaxn of the P&tt« riTfst and'a network of iron rails? blight arid' uEffing, aa the train ran ablrtaiwg tato the iabjxfeth of 'te «'&#,«and 111 .look after you as well as I can." "It wtm't be no butdefl," die said brightly. 'Tro $80 dollars jet, aa' that's a eight of money." ' The train haltedto let the eastwsrffbound express pass, there was an air of vctfaaient in the car, passengers were getting ready to soraB watciiraHf new eoorers tttra the rows oC strangle C*C**& the outward bong* The door of, the car slammed suddenly. »"* a big bearded man with eager Mue eyne came down the aide lookwg;. shar^fre* ifeht to left. He bad left Denver on the exprcas to meet this train. His glonoa fell on the tiny black figure. :*'Wliy, Aunt ha cried,, Drith a break,in his vyice, and she—she put, put her trembling hands and' teff into" tile big arms, tearsstraamingCHDwn the TTliiWllljflMii "I knowed Providence would l«t me find fa, Sam," she said brokefty, atrf to one smiled when the big man sat down beside her and with gentle hand wiped her tiars away. "Why, I've senigohn Jor At* years for yon,1' fie said' angrily, at she told trim why she ran away, "and : ha liiid you helpless, a^^save wrftSen »"d sent you money. Itli hard for"a maaalDto call lis own brother a villain." He searched the apartment, but In vain; the portmanteau had disappeared. He rushed from the room, aud to the hall below; the first person he met was Pepita. He inquired of her, if she had met any one carrying a portmanteau. "A little leather box, massa?" It was with this view that he had contrived to substitute a blank sheet o! paper, and to preserve the actual receipt written and signed by Silas Craig. "Mademoiselle Corel!" he exclaimed; ■rmwergius. what does wis meanf "It Means." answed the Frenchwoman, {'that you should guard that paper as dearly as your life. Ask me no questions till you have seen Don Juan Moraquitos, and oome with me at onoe to his study. Captain PrendergUIs, you will wait till I summon you?" "Yes, mademoiselle," answered the stalwart sailor. "You, Armand, will leave me for today," murmured Pauline, placing her hand in that of her lover; "I have a task to perform before I shall be worthy of your affection. lathe meantime trust "I will," answered the artist; "I will ' return to my hotel, and be ready to attend you at any moment you may need oty presence." "Gentlemen," said the Frenchwoman, turning to the two visitors,,who had been looking on with considerable wonderment, at a seene they bad been unable to comprehend, "I fear that we have sadly wasted your valuable time. Events have occurred which will, unavoidably postpone the ceremony you were Invited to witness." The wealthy attorney, the pretended Christian, stood convicted a cheat and a swindler. Augustus Horton turned indignantly from his old ally. "Yes, yes." "Tristan jes carry one out of de house den, massa; Pepita see him," answered the mulattress. "Bear witness, Mr. Leslie, and you, Mortimer," he said, "that I did not know what this man was." "Which way did he go?" exclaimed Paul, breathless with agitation. "Out o' door, Massa Paul; to de woodhouse, Pepita tink." Paul waited to hear no more, but rpshed to the back premises, amongst which the wood-house was situated. When the contact is first made and the current passes through the magnets, the armature is- pulled down to the magnet heads, drawing with it an arm which winds oue tooth of the ratchet wheel, which is fastened to the box containing a spring of the finest steel attached to the center pinion. This operation is repeated for five or ten seconds at the rate of three blows a seoond until the spring is wound and the current if cut off by the passage around of the maid wheel.—Hartford Times. Silas Craig gnashed his teeth in silence; then crushing the paper in his hand, he rose from his chair and looked about hiny It was tine look of a wild beast at bay; the look of a fox that knows the chase is over and the dogs are aroupd him. Down the steep bill went the bra re little figure, followed by an odd shadow of itself in the waning light, and by tiny stones that rolled so swiftly they passed her often and made her look behind with a start to see if a pursuer were coming. CHAPTEB XXXIV. The wood-house was a rudely-constructed building, In which timber was kept for the stoves. As Paul approached the door, he perceived wreaths of pale blue Binoke issuing from the crevices In the wood work. ERALD LESLIE. William Bo wen, M Wk and Philip Trev- J&jZ- ml eiton accompaw'C —s ___ nied Silas Craig * the attorney's ¥ Ml where the y wretched man refunded the hundred thousand doll rs, and wrote a long and detailed confes Ci'Dn or his guilt, which he slgued in the p e-ence of three witne-wes. . This done. Gerald and his Dartner re:nrneii to the house of Augustus Horton where they had left Mortimer Percy. The-.* '-nd Aucti«tus, Adelaide, and Mrs. Montresor seated in a brilliantly lighted apartment, communicating with the morning room that opened upon the garden. Mortimer Percy was seated at a llttlo distance from his cousin, and it was evident that no reconciliation had taken place between them. Adelaide and Mrs. Montresor were both engaged in some elegant needlework, which afforded them ah excellent excuse for silence. Augustus stood near the open window smoking his cigar in moody stillness. It was thus the group was occupied when Gerald Leslie and Philip Treverton returned from the lawyer's house. Gerald was the first to speak— "You will be surprised, perhaps, to see me again, Mr. Horton? he said to Augustus. "I will freely own that I am bo," answered the planter; "though the oonduct of my cousin, Mr. Percy, has made me accustomed to surprises. The revelations of this morning have nothing to do with me, and I cannot imagine what can have brought Mr. Leslie and Mr. Treverton to this house." Gerald Leslie smiled. "Indeed, Mr. Horton 1 You forget, then, that I have a daughter?" "I do not," answered Augustas. "I have very good reason to remember that fact, Mr. Leslie. The purchase of the Octoroon slave, Cora, cost me fifty thousand dollars, and there appears considerable chance of my losing every cent." "Not if you can capture your runaway slave." said Gerald Leslie. "Not if I can recapture her. No, let her once fall Into my hands, and it shall be my fault if she escape again. As for the Englishman, Gilbert Marcrrave—" "You will have no mercy upon him?" asked Gerald, "By Heaven I will not. We Southerners are in no humor just now to put up with any of your abolitionist tricks, and Mr. Margrave shall pay dearly for breaking the laws of Louisiana." Augustus walked up and down the room as he spoke, and every accent revealed his rage, at the defeat and humiliation he had sustained since the preceding night. "Mr. Horton," said Gerald Leslie, gravely, "Philip Treverton and I had a very serious purpose In coming to you here this evening. We come to make an appeal to your generosity, and your sense of manly honor. Will you listen patiently to that appeal?" "You are free to speak," replied Augustus, haughtily, and throwing away his cigar, he folded his arms, and placed himself against a pillar that bordered the window, as if prepared to listen, but as if determined not to be convinced. "I appeal to you, then, In the presence of your sister and your couBin, and in that of Mrs. Montresor, whose sentiments, I know, are opposed to the cruel system of barter, which has In my case deprived a father of his beloved and only daughter—I appeal to every better feeling of your nature, and I ask if my child Cora is to suffer for one hour for the infamy of that man, Silas Craig? Bestore her to freedom, before I institute proceedings to invalidate the illegal sale of my property, which was seized upon for a debt I never o jd." Augustus Horton laughed bitterly. "All this is very fine," he said; "but as Miss Cora Leslie has ohosen to run away from her rightful owner it is not in my power to give her up—even If i wished it 1" "Would you restore her to me if she were found?" asked Gerald Leslie. "They'd put me in the asylum, sure," she muttered wildly as she trudged along. At the foot of the hill she sat down upon an old log and waited for the train. Across the road, guarded by a big sign, "Look out for the engine," ran two parallel iron rails, that were to be her road when the big monster should come panting around the curve. He sees their glaring eyes, he feels their hot and hungry breath, but he determines on concentrating the energy oi his nature on one last effort "But this stab did not come from my opponent. Although I lost consciousness upon the moment of receiving the stroke, I knew that I was stabbed in the back." This smoke indicated the burning of timber in the hut. Paul tried to open the door, but it was bolted on the inside. He flung himself with all his force against It, but It resisted his efforts. "This receipt is a forgery!" he screamed, in a shrill and broken voice. "I deny its validity 1" "Take care, Silas Craig," said his old accomplice. "I calculate lying won't save you. You'd better speak the truth for once in a way, I reckon, and throw yourself upon the mercy of these gents.* "I deny its validity 1" repeated the attorney; "it's an infamous forgery, fabricated by that man, William Bowen, I defy any living creature to prove that Philip Treverton paid me one hundred thousand dollars. The White Boot*' Rat Hole. "Execrable traitors 1" exclaimed Gerald, Mortimer and Augustus. "When 1 recovered my senses I found myself in a lonely boat-house on the banks of the Mississippi, four miles from New Orleans. I was lying on a mattress and my wound had been dressed by a surgeon ; but I was too feeble from loss of blood and the pain I had endured to utter a word or ask one question of the man seated by my side." "You were not alone, then?" The campaign against the White House rats has resulted unfortunately in one respect, namely, the loss of one of the ferrets which were chiefly relied upon as instruments of destruction. This ferret, which was the star artist of the combination, has not been seen since it disappeared down a rat hole on Monday evening. He felt that the Slave Tristan had taken the portmanteau Into the hut for some evil design. At last the dull rumble sounded, a shrill whistle and she hurried to the track, waving her shawl to signal. This, in the conductor's vernacular, was a cross roads station, where he waa used to watch for people waving articles frantically. The train stopped, and this passenger was helped aboard. He noticed she was a bright eyed old lady, very neat and precise. "How furl" he asked. "Tristan!" he cried, "Tristani open the door or I will shoot you through a crevice in the wood." "Then there day, mademoiselle i "There will not." "Don Joan is 111. I teat?" said oae of the guests. "He is not quite himself," answered Panline, gravel*. The two gentlemen expressed their regret and retired, accompanied by Armand Tremlay. Captain FrendergiHs seated himself In an easy chair, and stretching his great legs upon an embroidered cushion, took a pipe and tobacco-pouch from his pocket and prepared to enjoy himself. "If you could send me a bottle of brandy to wet my lips with, while I'm waiting, I should take it kindly, mademoiselle." he said. be bo wedding to- Gerald Leslie's carriage, with Toby as the driver, was in waiting to convey the happy trio to Lake l'ontchartraln; and in three days they were to leave Louisiana in an English steamer. The negro only answered with a mocking laugh. Meanwhile the smoke, increasing every moment in volume, almost suffocated-the young man with its stifling fumes. Whether the rats have conquered the ferret or whether it is simply reveling in the gore of countless victims and has not time to come back and report, is a mystery which is agitating domestic life at the executive mansion. "Beware Silas Craig!" said a voice from the interior of the apartment. "You defy the living, do you also defy the dead?" "No I William Bowen, the accomplice of Silos Craig, had repented of the horrible work as soon as it was done; and, under pretense of carrying my body lo the river, bad contrived to convey me to this lonely shed, which belonged to a friend of his." "Bostin." Suddenly, Paul remembered that on the other side of the wood-house there was a small window which admitted light into the building. He ran round to this window. The shutters were nailed together, but the wood was rotten and the hinges worn and rusty. Paul wrenched them asunder with the rapidity of lightning, dashed his hand through the dingy glass of the window, dung it open and sprang into the hut A log Are was blazing in the center of the building, and Tristan, the negro, knelt over the flames with the portmanteau in his hand. Philip Treverton asked permission to accompany his old partner to the pavilion. Mortimer Percy remained with his cousin Adelaide. The last known of the ferret is that it was under the tiling of the main corridor. A far ret expert who was among the callers at the White House volunteered the theory that it bad sucked the blood of so many rats that it had gone to sleep in some nook until it rerived from its over indulgence. This theory gave but little satisfaction, inasmuch as live rats scampering about the establishment would not be half so bad as dead ones under the flooring.—Washington Post. "Git there in the mornin'," he said ktodly, waiting for the money, as she opened a queer little reticule, where, under her knitting, wrapped in a clean cotton handkerchief, was her purse with her savings of long years—the little sums Sam had sent her when he first began to prosper in t h» west, and some money she had earned herwtf knitting and berry picking. At a cross roads, as they went swiftly on, she saw the old sorrel horse, the rattling wagon and John with his family driving homeward. She drew back with a little cry, fearing he might see her and stop the train, but they went on so fast that could not be, and the old horse jogged into the woods, and John never thought his old Aunt Hannah, his charge for twenty long years, wa* running away At Boston a kindly conductor bought tier a through ticket for Denver "It's a long journey for an old lady like you," he said. "But I'm peart for my age," she said anxiously; "I never had a day's sickness since 1 was a gal" "Going all the way alone!" "We wun'*, Sam," «Jae ijid.gfTtly, "brr Jnst furgit; an.' I wun't be aburden to ye,fui I can wurk yit, an' t&rD ■ "Work, indeed I doa* L.pwe MHrevenrthing?" he cried. "Afld tpy wiie haa longed for you to corafc ■reert are sb few dfear old wato-is thin eoBBtry, t bay'no prized, I tell fou. Why, it's as good M ft rojftl coat-of ""W" dear handsocu* Csld A man emerged from the shadow of the curtains about the window. The man was the eider of the two gold-diggers ; but he was no stranger to those assembled there. Two days after this happy evening, Mortimer led his fair bride to the altar. "The dead!" gasped Silas, dropping once more into his chair. "Stop a bit, Mr. Treverton," interrupted WUliam; "when Mr. Craig settied with me that we were to set that villainous Frenchman on to you, get up a duel, and rob you of the receipt for the hundred thousand dollars. It was agreed that you were to be attached in fair fight, Hnd that you were not to be seriou Iy hurt, It was Mr. Silas Craig yonder who couldn't b« content with this: it was he who turned out the gas in the till k of the fight, and stabbed you lo the duck, i ou uropj eu uowu nice a aeac. mar ; but the lawyer there was too great a coward to make sine whether you were realty dead; ho dared not approach within a couple of yards of his victim. He told me to ransack your pockets, and secure the receipt; and then, assisted by the Frenchman to carry C he bo- iy to tho liver " "And you did so " The ceremonial took place thus hurriedly in order that Cora—the Octoroon, the once despised slave—might officiate as bridesmaid at her old schoolfellow's wedding. Those present never forgot the expression of the attorney's face, as with open molith and protruding eye*bnlls, he stared at the new comer. irtns to li w . vromMi like yqftfora ratetion.", ,il;|p«[a , Then he fouod out who sent the telegram and paid ttre (ad, who Washed aodP stammered like a#l dW fp* C*D,*ake it "I suppose you want a job," said the Wg man. fee yitKxmek fcinitt«MDf yqwp won t see Tjara anu mjons, Qontne uuEl aloes you were talking abqcty bijVJtil ||gC(iiit and tie picked up too Dig1 carpet bag7 faded and old faahiooML hi* ot fcjhough it looked like Noah might carried it to washer happy old lace a carriage window as she rolled away to what all fetiew would b» a pleasant borne fof-kil her | waning years.—Patience Stapjaton in Once a The bride was given away by her brother Augustus, and Gilbert Margrave acted as "best man" to the bridegroom.It was but for a moment that they beheld the gaze of horror, for after one brief glance he covered his face with his outspread hands. "The dead 1" he repeated; "thedead!" "Philip Treverton !" exclaimed Gerald Leslie. Pauline promised that his request should be attended to, and left the room, followed by Paul. But on the threshold of Don Juan's private apartment she paused and hesitated for a moment. "He knows nothing yet of what has happened," she said; "1 had better see him atone. Waitt" She entered the apartment and remained about a quarter of an hour. That period seemed an age to the young m*n as he paced up and down the hall. Be had thrust the parchment Into the bosom of his coat, He was dying to peruse its contents, but refrained from doing so until he could gain the solitude of his own chamber. He did not perceive two glaring eyes which followed his every movement from • dark corner of the shady hall. The eyes were those of Tristan the slave, who stood concealed behind one of the pillars which supported the celling of the apartment. Pauline Corel at last emerged from the chamber of Don Juan. "He will not see you yet," she said; "but in two hours from this time you are to go to him, and all will be arranged. He promises that the past shall be atoned for, at least as far as you are concerned. In the meantime you had better" rest, for ;• yon look haggard and worn out, as if you had not slept for long." "I have not," answered Paul • "my duties on board the Amazon and my own troubles have hindered me from sleep." "Then go to your own room and rest. Beta ember your Interview with Don J nan will be a painful one, and you will need to be prepared for it." "But Camillia, let me see her—" "Not until you have seen her father. Nay, do not think me cruel; trust me, I act for the best. She has seen your name and character cleared to the eyes of tiDs world, and she is happy. You will forget the foolish words I spoke to you when last we met In the house, and you will trust me, will you not?" "I will, Pauline." "Then prove your trust by Implicit obedience. MI will," answered the young man. He retired to his old apartment. It had been undisturbed since the day on which be quitted It. His books and papars all remained as he had left the in, not a speck of dust had gathered upon any article la the room. He knew not that this was owing to the orders given by Camillia Moraquitos to her favorite slave, Peplta. He entered the chamber, and was about to secure the door before reading the document given to him by Pauline, bnt he found, to his surprise that there was no key in the lock. He had always been in the habit of locking the door, and he knew, therefore, that the key had been removed since he left the villa. Taking the parchment from his breast he seated himself near the window, beneath the shade of the Venetian shutters, and commenced his examination of the all important document. It was the list will and testament of Tom see Urivelli, in which the Spaniard bequeathed his entire fortune to his only and beloved son, Paul Crivelil. Attached to the will was a letter addressed to ~ Don Tomasc the -- The many acquaintances of Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds, prominent members of the First Baptist church of this city, are telling an amusing story in which the two were the chief characters. The scene is laid in gay Paris. Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds recently made a lengthy European trip. While in Paris they were patrons of a fashionable hotel For several mouths previous to leaving for the tour abroad Mrs. Reynolds assiduously applied all ber energies to studying the FVeneh language. She was an unusually apt scholar. When the time for leaving home came Mrs. Reynolds' teacher congratulated her upon the rapid manner in which she had mastered the language, and Mrs. Reynolds personally believed she was proficient enough to oope with the Parisians in their own tongue when the great metropolis should be reached. A Parisian Joke. On the day following, Gilbert, Cora, and Leslie were to bid adieu to New Orleans.Paul sprang upon him and tore the leather case from his grasp, but the negro was the stronger of the two. He regained possession of the portmanteau and made toward the door of the hut. The marriage oeremony was performed with great splendor, and a sumptuous banquet was given by Augustas Horton to the most distinguished inhabitants of New Orleans. "Yes, Gerald," answered the stranger, extending his hand to Cora's father; "that Philip Treverton whom you have been taught to think a gamester and a cheat. That Philip to whom, when about to eail for England, jou intrusted a large sum of money, to be paid ty him to that wretch yonder. You departed, secure in tbe belief that your friend and partner wis a man of honor, and that the money was as safe in his hands as in your own. On your return you were told that your friend was dead, and that the money had not been paid. I have only learned today, from the lips of Bowen there, your noble and generous conduct. You uttered no word of complaint, no syllable of reproach, but you bore up to the last against the reverses brought upon you, as j ou thought, by the dishonor of an- Agoin Paul flung himself upon him, and this time the struggle between the two men was terrible in its intensity. The face of Paul was white with concentrated rage, while the dilated eyes of the negro glared like those of a fiend. Tristan's superior strength had nearly mastered his opponent, when, with a desperate effort, Paul grasped the portmanteau, and with one well-planted blow, brought Che negro to the ground. He lay where he had fallen, stunned and motionless. It had been intended that Cora Leslie should appear at this banquet; and there was considerable curiosity felt upon the subject by the guests who knew the leading particulars of her story, and who were anxious to see the heroine of such romantic adventures. "I did; hut I contrived to get rid of the Frenchman as soon as we reached the .quay and then, dropping my bleeding burden into a boat, I lowed down to the boat house, wlieie I sought a surgeon to look at my patient. Air. Treverton knows the rest." "With Providenoe," she answered brightly, alert and eager to help herself, bat silent and thoughtful as the train took her into strange landscape* where the miles went so swiftly it seemed like the (Dost years of her life as she looked back on theui. They were disappointed, however, for, just as the bride was taking her place at the table, the Quadroon slave, Myra, slipped a note into her hand. It was from Cora, and ran thus: "Thy work is marvelous," she murmured often, sitting with her hands folded, and few idle days had there been in her world where she had sat and reeted'so long. D In the day coach the people were kind and gpnerous, sharing their baskets with har and seeing she changed cars right and ber carpet bag was safe. She was like any one of the dear old grandmas in eastern homes, or to grizzled men and weary women, like the memory of a dead mother as faint and far away as the scent of wild roses in a hillside country ground. She tendtxl babies for tired women and talked to the men of farming and crops, or told the children Bible stories; but oaver a word sbe said of herself, not cna A Contented Child. Fond Mother—How do yon yoAr new governess, Johnnyl nl .'i n - Johnny—Oh, 1 like har ever so much. "I'm so glad my little boy has-a nice teacher at last." "Oh, she's awful nice. She" says she donX cam whether 1 lean*anything or not, no kmg as pop pays her salary. "'-New Paul returned to the house, carrying the precious burden with him. The two hours had nearly expired, and the time approached for his interview with Don Juan. "I do, William," answered Philip Treverton ; "1 know that you attended me fsithfully and patiently; and that when I recovered, you assisted me to get of! to California, whence, after nearly a twelvemonths' toil, I return so rich a man as to be able to recompense the noble conduct of my old friend, Gerald Leslie. As for yonder wretch," he added, pointing to Craig, "defeat has followed so utterly upon his career of crime that I doubt if the law can- do much more to punish him. He will refund the hundred thousand dollars of which he has defrauded his victim." Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds spent many a pleasant day in Paris, and only have in remembrance one brief half day of agonizing misery. It happened this way: In Parisian hotels the attaches are suave and obliging. One afternoon Mr. Reynolds journeyed down town alone. When Mrs. Reynolds found herself ready to leave her apartments she turned to the bright eyed waiting maid, and, with the best French at her command, told the girl to tell her husband, when he returned to the room, that she had gone down into the public parlor, where she' would wait for him. Dsauit Aosuudi,—forgive a* if I ha** disobeyed yon In withdrawing from your brilliant assembly. All your rial tors are not M generous M yourself; and there may be many amongst your guests whose prejudices would be outraged by the presenoe of a daughter of the despised race. I have a sacred duty to perform before leaving Louisiana; and I go with Gilbert to fulfill it daring the hours of jour festivity. He carried the portmanteau to his apartment, unlocked it, took out the documents and placed them once more in his bosom, determined to carry them od his person at any risk. "They must kill me before they obtain them," he muttered. He looked at his watch. The two hours had fully expired. The interview was to take place at one o'clock. • The hands upon the dial pointed to the hour He left hie room in order to proceed to Don Juan's apartment; but upon the landing-place his steps were arrested by a strange and appalling sound. That sound was the report of a pistol which reverberated through the haU below. "Do not speak of that, Philip," said Gerald Leslie; "I attributed the loss of the money to some fatal moment of imprudence, and I never, even in thought, accused you of dishonor." "Imprudence would have been dishonor in such a ease," answered Philip Treverton. "Ay, Silas Craig, well may you hide your face from me—well may your eyes refuse to meet those of the .man you would have murdered!" "Murdered!" exclaimed Gerald and Mortimer, while the women listened with white and terrified taces to the disclosures of the returned wanderer. "tw, ujuriiereu. It is a foul word to speak beneath the broad blue sky, and in the sunlight of yonder heaven, but it Is tbe word for ail that." Talking Sh»p. - .D■ UM tf there is anything more oouftytely at variance with good taste than to talk about one's bus'new, to boast of hU'&fllJ to eulogize big wana, awl tu pg»-Ma prices on droit parade in asocial part? or a disinterested friend or acquaintance, we don't know what it fcl D V- 'Til! . itfiulfiu -C 0 In ordinary conwsatfD**pt*4e % "hop, to break in with, "xpn Oughfer nanM a coat t turned oat dWpower ingty interesting. To suddenly remark whet theatre, or politics, or thV *"Ftb ' • " ' ' ■ "Ever and ever your affectionate ••Ooaa." The reader may, perhaps, guess the duty which called Cora Leslie from that festive party. Deep in the bosom of that wood at Iberville, in which Gilbert Margrave and Augustus Horton had met some months before, Cora knelt with her lover beside the wooden cross, which alone marked the spot where the martyred Franoilia lay. But the star of hope shone above the tomb and a prophetic whisper in the hearts of both, told of a day when the terrible institution which enables man to traffic in the body and soul of his fellow men, should be only a dark memory of the past. "I will," gasped the unhappy wretch, rising, and staggering toward the door; "I am rich; take what you will. I shall leave New Orleans forever. "Oui, madame," replied the girl with a knowing smile and a low courtesy. It was evident the girl had had such commands given her before. On again, guided by kindly hands through the great bewildering city by the lake, and now through yet a stranger land. Tfred and worn by nights in the uncomfortable seats, her brave spirit began to fail a little. As the wide, level plains, lonely and drear, dawned on her sight she sighed often. "It's a dre'ful big wurld," she said to a gray bearded old farmer near her; "so big 1 feel e'en most lost in but," hopefully, "across them deserts like this long ago Providence sent a star to guide them wise men of the east, an' 1 haint't Ust my faith." . But as the day wore on, and still the long, monotonous land showed no human habitation, no oasis of green, her eyes dimmed, something like a sob roee under the  kerchief on the bowed shoulders, and the spectacles were taken off with trembling band and put away carefully in the worn tiu case. He stopped suddenly, and passed his handkerchief across his lips: when he removed it, it was stained with patches of crimson. Mrs. Reynolds passed down to the public parlor. She waited a full hour for her husband and by that time became very nervous over his non-appearance. She went upstairs and went out upon the veranda. When nearly opposite her apartments she heard strange sounds from within. Passing quickly to the window she was thunderstruck to see her husband pacing the floor at a lively gait, gesticulating wildly with his hands and muttering savagely. Ever and anon he would try the door. It would not open. Mrs. Reynolds ran to his assistance; opened the door; the girl was found, and then followed general explanations. Mrs. Reynolds' French had tripped her up so to speak. The girl understood her to say she should lock her husband in the room when she returned, and she obeyed orders. Both Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds afterward enjoyed the joke hugely. Therea/ter, however, Mrs. Reynolds insisted that the language of her forefathers was good enough for her. —Minneapolis Journal. * \ Ml« um-oHbT , got the finaet stook of .imported * sns in the city," is inclined to be depressing. When enjoying" a bottle of *ftk» " sartorial friesdajtavftovptfy V bus," is not cakmlatedtoBrgmoteMJpu-ity. This thine of talking shop oat of and in social conversation WitrtrisMice, aad thoee who do it.mafce tbemsthrot jD—grnrm anything else. M—jilfciisi jiilfm fever, rain, highway rnhhery or hajlnt dancers art better and more interesting, subjects to diacnss. -Sartorial SiMP«n MI v! t ft 'fwyiri »d oi Northwestern Indians, A. M. Burgefes, deputy minister'if interior department of ing of tfaeStukatohewfca half breeds, Minisof support Xreigbtteg*r8l jMtiifcoff, U)d their condition may form a serious (MteuMi problem. The halTbreeds look up&l the advent of the railway with so csnsatxllsfsvor that, although crops TOre a paitoi' failure this season and the ouUbok Is anyttini bat bright, they abeolotelp rafnasd t»:vork at railway construction,, oltappd every nducement to 40 so. Since" t&e rebelion missionaries have entirely l«*CW»troi oi iwn the choicest Japfcon thC ri-rVuanJ go nirciiw uosw4a a eared they - and dinger He had broken a blood-vessel? is* WOOr" Paul was not the only person who heard the ominous sound. As he paused for a moment motionless with horror and alarm, tbe door of the spartmeut opposite to him was opened and Pauline Corsi stood upon the threshold. She was not alone; close behind her appearea the pale face of Camillia Moraquitos.Both the women were terribly agitated. The Spanish girl endeavored to rush out upon the landing, but Pauline threw her arms about her and arrested her steps. "SilaaCraig," cried Augustus Horton, '■have ydu no word to answer to all.this? Can you sit calmly there and hear these accusations? Speak, man, speak, and give your accuser the 11#." CHAPTEB XXXIII. tbeZ ' a DEATHLY and terrible gloom reigned in the Villa Moraquitos after the awful catastrophe which had closed the life of Don Juan. '"He cannot 1" said' Philip Treverton, pointing to the lawyer. "Is that the attitude of a man who is falsely accused? Look at him ; look at hitn crouching like a beaten hound beneath its master's whip." "Do not speak of him," cried Gerald Leslie, Impetuously, "but explain this mystery. How is it that for a twelvemontn you nave disappeared from New Orleans, to return at this moment of ruin and- despair?" • * * * * Early next day a happy group stood upon the deck of a largp steamer, which was speeding away from Hew Orleans. Already the queen oity of the Mississippi was fading in the horizon, the white walls of villas, and. the steeples of churches melting in the distance. Cora Leslie stood with her arm linked in that of her father, and with her betrothed husband by her side. A little way behind them, laden with shawls, parasols and books, and proud to be of service to his young mistress, stood Toby, the mulatto; no longer a slave, but a happy attendant on those he loved. A few weeks after this another vessel steamed out of the New Orleans harbor, bearing some who have been familiar to us; but this steamer was bound for the sunny shores of France. Paul Crlvelll and his cousin Oamillia decided on leaving New Orleans until the Spanish girl had recovered from the Bhock of her father's death. They had consented to accompany Armand Tremlay and Pauline, who, after considerable persuasion, had been induced to become the wife of her old lover without further delay. Silas Craig left New Orleans in the dead of the night. None knew whither he went, and few cared to discover. He had so contrived as to convey away the whole of his wealth, and if the possession of gold, each coin of which is branded with meanness and dishonor, can bring happiness, the usurer may be a happy man. But let him not hug himself in the security of his hiding place, the bloodhounds of the law are on his track. His departure revealed the secrets of his past life. The gambling house in Columbia street, and all the nefarious practices which had been permitted ia that haunt of vioe, were brought to the tight of day. A warrant was issued for ' he lawyer's apprehension, and his pursuers do not yet despair of dragging him to justice. Hearcn help him, should he ever be so »eh as to return to New urlaaae 1 One* In the hands of his Infuriated fellowcitizens, Silas Craig would have to endor* the Lrnoh law. It was impossible to keep the entire truth from Camlllia. She was told that she was fatherless, but that the report which she had heard was the result of an accident. The poor girl was made to believe that Don Juan had perished through an accident which bad occurred to him while cleaning the fire-arms that ornamented hiB study. Pauline Coral watched over her with the tenderness of an elder sister; but tie stricken girl abandoned herself to a grief which seemed almost inconsolable."Keep her back," she cried, "if you love Iter, keep her back, Paul, while I go and see what that sound means." "Be ye go In' far, mother F said the old farmer. Be had brought her a cup of coffee at the last station, and had pointed oat cm the way things be thought might interest her "To Denver." Paul obeyed; he led Camillia back Into her own apartment, and endeavored to calm hC-r agitation. But in vain. She would not listen to his attempts at consolation; but implored him again and again to let her go to her father. "1 will tell you," answered Philip Treverton; "and I call upon this man, William Bowen, here, to bear witness of my truth, and on yonder wretch to comtradict me If he dare. Upwaid of a year ago I was left by you with sum of one hundred thousand dollars in my hands— the amount of the loan advanced to our firm by the usurer, Silas Craig. This was to be repaid upon a certain date; that date fell about a month after your departure for England. I held the money more sacred than my life, and I laid it by in the strong box devoted to important documents." . "Wal, wal, you're from New England, 111 be boundF ' it is reported fa Paris that the Princess de Sagan has sold her famous Rembrandt* to the Chicago Art museum for £42,000. The portraits represent three of the physicians who are prominent figures in Rembrandt's "Anatomy," the great picture in the gallery at the -Hague. "From Maine." she answered wui -*■- grew vuiuuiuiiivaiive. tui sue waD always a chatty old lady. and she had possessed her soul in silence so long, and it was a relief to tell the story of her weary years of waiting to a kindly listener She told him all the relations she had were two grandnephew* and their families. That twenty years ago 8am (for she had brooght them ap when their parents died of consumption, that kills so many of our folks) went out west. He was always adventurous, and for ten years she did not hear from him; but John .was different and steady, and when he came of age she had given him her farm, with the provision she should always have ft home, otherwise he would have gone away, too. Well, for five years they were happy, then John married, and his wife had grown to think her a burden as the years went on, and the children when they grew big did nol eare for her, she felt she had lived too long. "I growed so lonesome," she said patheti cally, "it seems I • heart live day by day, a& was long lived. Tst» "I know that something dreadful has happened," she said; "you are all in league to deceive me. My father is in danger, and you are cruel enough to keep me from rushing to his side." Late in the afternoon, Paul Crlvelll left the house of death, and proceeded to the hotel at which Armand Tremlay was staying. He was the bearer of a letter from Pauline Corsi; and he informed the art. 1st of the terrible event which had happened since that morning. "It will be, therefore, some months before I can hope that my cousin Camillia will assume the right to a still dearer name," said Paul, after they had talked for some time of the awful event. At this moment Pauline Corsi returned. The young man saw by her ghastly face that something terrible had Indeed occurred."No." "You would not? Bemember, we are rich, and I would give you back your fifty thousand dollars, or double the sum If you pleased." ••Curse your paltry dollars 1" cried Augustus. "It was revenge I wanted to buy with my money; revenge for the insult your slave-daughter dared to inflict upon me. And am I to be balked of that revenge to the very last? No, I repeat, that were Cora recaptured to-night I would not give her up. "You would not?" "I would not; and what is mora, I could not, for she is no longer mine." ••No longer yours 1" "No; I have given her away." ••Given her away 1" ••Yes, to my sister Adelaide, yonder, who has good reason to hate her, and I who will make her feel what it is to be a slave. Trust a woman for that I With me she would have lived the life of a duchess; as my sister's property, she will be a lady's maid—a drudge Heaven knows how low she may sink. It may please her mistress to send your brilliant and accomplished daughter to the kitchen ; to wait upon the cook." I Gerald Leslie writhed at this Insulting C speech. 1 "Miss Horton," he exolaimst "lurrffcb An Ingenious Trick. One of the puzzling tricks performed by so called public mind readers, or clairvoyants, is an extremely simple deception. The performer standing on the stage asks several persons in the audience to write each a sentence on a slip of paper and seal it in an envelope. Of court* the stationery is furnished and afterward collected. One of the audience is a confederate and writes a sentence agreed upon beforehand. When the assistant goes through the house gathering up the envelopes the confederate's contribution is carefully put where it will be the last one of the lot to be taken up. The performer pfelcs out an envelope, and, after feeling of it, with much ceremony pronounce* the sentence agreed upon, and the confederate in the audience acknowledges that he wrote it To confirm this the performer tears open the envelope and repeats the senteu» as though he found it on the Incloeed •'Come with me, Paul," she said ; "you can see Don Juan now." •"You did as I myself would have done," said Gerald Leslie. Camillia caught hold of her hand. "He can see my father. Ah, then, he is safe; he Is safe. Pauline?" she cried. ine rn-.Dcnwoman aid noianewer, but silently led Paul from the roonf. He followed her down the stairs, but en the threshold of Don Juan's chamber she paused, and took the young man's hand in h«f*s which was i«-y cold. "I did; but I was by no means faultless. I was the victim of a vice which has brought dishonor upon men who never thought to blush before their fellow men—I was a sramester! I de*ul«5u hit uays uD business conscientiously; but nignt the aemon of the dice-box lured me from my quiet home, and led me to a seoret gaminghouse inColumbia street—a house known to all the gamblers of New Orleans, but which flourishes in bold defiance of the law. I had known this house for years, and had been a constant guest at its unholy altars, but there was one thing concerning it that I did not know." "Ana that was— ?" thftrn TheV j Saskatchewan will aell out and Paul, in which _ revealed 1C him that he *u son of a favoriu the bad mTbmmS^£yh»a teen kept a secret on account of the false pride of Don To* maao, which would not permit him to acknowledge aa hW wife one who known to have been a slave. After reading these two documents the young man fell upon his knees In an •arffl' thaCr . claimed. "I am no longer a nameles outcast—a dependent on the charity C strangers. He whom I so dearly love .C Waa indeed my father, and huinb though my mother may have been, h' no«*«»• to blush for her." H»*artt care waB to place the prectoi documents in safety. -.' ***** about i own ahould. hi "I imagine so," answered Armand; "and Pauline tells me that I must be patient, as she will not consent to our marriage taking place on any day but that appointed for yours." The twe young men left the hotel and walked through the more retired streets, until they left the city behind them, and emerged upon the banks of the river. Armand Tremlay and Paul Crlvelll were eminently suited to each other. So much, too, had the terrible event of the day broken down the barriers of oeremony and restraint, that they seemed already like old friends. They walked on, talking of the singular ocourrenoes which bad checkered their two lives, until the sun was sinking Into the bosom of the Mississippi, and until they found themselves at a considerable distance from the oity. In order to regain New Orleans by a shorter route, they struok into a wood yS Dr two. Whan they agair imits of civilization it Is feau vayi be of trmbte Viiuripeg Pi»p*«h. ■. ..., «*!• Dernier Crl." -.1 — -a th« will al- . •'*- - , 5/ •'Prepare yourself for * leaiful shock, Paul," she said, "for an awful sight. Are j on brave enough to encounter thum ?'' "What you, a woman, can endure, I can also bear,' be answered calmly. xraldn't take up — .to The latest alangf Ya, bat yt» mustn't yit I knowed oar folk* call it that. In conv«r»»4,iC»n it)» dernier years back, when Sam cri" You abhor a "pretty wear .'air an' sent me money, "a fetching gown," yourTSSt with Its black-3t him; for he was aliua bird* upon it is noV "styUgk,"it U "swagger," an' the gratefulect boy, andyou are not acquainted with fashionable «av« to go to him, fur 1 people, but kno* all You no my board fur a good kmgeg hats a nan. but too Vnrtr "dont - -*ur three year he aint like him aMe bit." nS^octe^, i laid that to the wild kao- but "in the SWim," and nothingtoftXMeda. hoi it Y°U dmC*Cr3r*en.CU*°dtom SVS S£ Cbd03t honisd cfttdi Qjottisn -■•• ;■ wuii adl io rr^m "Crime brings a fearful retribution," murmured the Frenchwoman, in an awestricken voice; "and however slow the footsteps of the avenger, he is net the less sure" to overtake his victim. Your tho Penalty of hi# sine." «"D door, and the yoon, t?™ »T !*** *Dto th# «h«ab«r. irm the chamber ot death. »^s^t^ssssr^ ground, and, a pistol lying a few pace* from hie outstretched hand I begun to think generous an* kind u'io I begun to knowed I could work wrote he was a doln' i ed r "Its owner! I did not know that 8ilas Craltf, the lawyer, that sanctimonious attorney whom men met every Sunday morning in the sacred temple of Heaven; I did not know that this man waC* the proprietor ol that earthly hell, the Wretch that pandered In secret to the rices C t his fellow-citizens. I did not know this, and I did not know that the gaminghouse in Columbia street communicated paper, which is in reality another man's sentence, which be read*, and then, picking up another envelope and fumbling it over, ha calk out the sentence he has just read. The one who wrote it aay* it ia right, the performer tears open the envelope, r*de what is in It, tad proceeds In that way through the lot. —New York Star. meny years to oome. ber«By wrot% but' try he lived in. i ■kee. me none, for Arooatuk kaotry them » • • a.i *• pVCJgMj&' an1 m fur buffalan ak»ar m* nou*. fur